Everything around me is covered with sand. Covered won't be the right word, it would be more appropriate to say: draped with a thick, grainy , velvet blanket of sand. I can feel tiny particles of sand struggling to get down the throat every second as I breathe. I'm tired and exhausted. I had heard that this was an oasis but all I see around me are everyday objects of sand thrown carelessly in the middle of the desert. I hear a sound. A faint, distant buzz. The wind had been the only voice I had been hearing for... two weeks... or was it a month?! I move towards the buzzing sound with a small hope flickering hope like a firefly trying to light up on a dark, drenching night. The sound is getting clearer as I make my way towards it through sand that gulped my feet with every step I take. I see it. Its a small transistor radio. I rush towards it,wobbling in the sand. I sit beside it looking at it intently. Its covered with a thick layer of sand too but the profound sense if happiness at hearing a different voice is mesmerizing. I want to touch the knob in hope to hear a human voice if I tune a channel, but unconscious fear has chained me to its post. What if my single touch turns the radio into mere dust. Dust that suffocated my throat as a price for every breath I take!
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the brevity of your posts make them more beautiful, especially this one
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