She was asleep…when the cracking sound of thunder woke her up. She quickly got up, still trying to find out what it was. Then it announced its presence once again, this time with an even louder crack and an unmistakable flash of lightning that filled the room even through the narrow gap of the closed door. She had no doubt anymore. “At last!!!”, she whispered to herself…and ran out into the open terrace as quickly as she could, almost stumbling while opening the door. And there it was…still away from the house…but it was approaching rapidly from all directions. It covered the horizon like a veil of white mist…nothing could be seen on the horizon anymore. “What took you so long?”, she asked in a tone of complaint. And it replied with a blazing flash, piercing across the dark columns of clouds above…and the endless reverberation of the thunder gradually fading away.
“Oh, I know… the same excuse again”, she smiled. Her wait was over. It was almost in her reach now. She gasped, taking a breath, and ran to the edge of the terrace, almost not able to hold herself back. “I’ve been waiting so long…”, she told, “not any more”. She could feel the surrounding changing, moist engulfing the dry and dusty air, quenching the thirst of the arid land. “I’ve suffered so much…”, she could now barely utter the words, her voice almost choked in emotion. “…so much pain…”, tears rolled down her cheek. She closed her eyes.
And then the first droplet of water touched her gently on the forehead, and then another one splashed on her eyelid, and then another one on her lips…and then another…”Come…take me in your embrace”, she said, spreading her arms across. “Come to me…and wash my pains away…”, she murmured one last time…and then…it started…
P.S. This work is dedicated to my dearest of friends, Tinni. Thank you so much for supporting me, standing by me like nobody did and being my inspiration!!
Some say that girls and guns do not mix. But judging by the interests guys put up over the Internet search, I beg to differ politely. The cool guns do look deadly in the hands of equally deadly femme fatales who are capable enough to carry them. My latest sketch is inspired by one such work which is widely available over the Net.
Guns always had their own charm to boys. The cold steel, the slick design, the weight and the precision!! Yes, Guns do have the power to change history. And among guns, snipers have always been considered to be a class apart. No tactical operation team is complete without a sniper, who would watch over other members of the team and would also provide an extra bit of confidence to the guys running door to door afoot in close range combat. There are many a stories and legends of extraordinary marksmanship by snipers delivering a kill shot over incredible distances such as over a mile during operation Desert Storm.
The gun featured in the sketch is a Barrett M82A1, which is a standard issue sniper by the US Military as a heavy SARS (Special Application Scoped Rifle). Also called the “Light Fifty” for its .50 BMG chembering, the M82A1 has a muzzle velocity of 853 m/s and an effective firing range of 1800 meters. It has a recoil operated rotating bolt action and a 10 rounds detachable box feed system. Isn’t that Impressive !!
A very happy valentine’s day to all my friends and followers !! It has been quite some time now on this amazing world of sharing thoughts and ideas, and I love it 🙂 It was fabulous to receive so many fascinating responses and support from all the electric people around here. Thank you all !! So, this time I thought of sharing something much much closer to all our hearts (especially, the lonely ones :p ). Hope you will enjoy this work. Wish you all the best in the quest for finding the true love of your life.