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The Dark Night

It is still pretty dark and there are glimpses of the twilight round the corner. My eyes and ears were wide open as I looked around, we had kept vigil for more than 2 hours now; Switch’s confidence on a new low was facing down wards, Mosquito Repellent’s otherwise sliming face had a droopy look. Like a pulse monitor, Mrs. UPS’s gap between sob grew shorter and the inevitable moment of silence.


Mr. Bulb and Mr. Tube showed a gloomy face, possibly the long vigil had taken the toll. The noisy and dancing Fanblade came to a standstill. I turned further to my right to see Fanblade’s cousin; AC had his jaws open with his pale white face. All of us shared our misery with inconsolable Mr. Mosquito.

The twilight was out as the news of the inevitable spread, Mr. Kuku, Mr. & Mrs. Dog and Mr. Rooster cried their lungs out. All of us knew it was time to move on as I pushed myself up with a sigh to attend the Milkman and the newspaper boy. One thing that was firmly registered in my mind was to inscribe “RIP Mr. TNEB” on the tomb.

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