The Captive


"I am going to die" .. Thoughts continued to jolt in Jay's mind as tiny droplets of sweat trickled down his forehead; gently circling his eyes only to fall off the edges. His fists were clenched, eyes closed hard and mouth reciting a prayer. . He had been tied up at his torso to a chair for the last 8 hours and he was already on the verge of breaking down. The only thing he desperately craved for at the moment was to get out of the shackles.

His eyes now looked frantically in search of an opening, a hope. There was a small window located about 3 feet from where he was tied but the view outside managed to only sicken him. Scared to death, he yearned for fresh air. He had been given a stale sandwich as lunch but he hardly cared about it. He wanted freedom. He wanted to live and to breathe. Food could wait.

There are some moments in life when you feel pathetically helpless with your future appearing bleak. Jay was going through one of those disastrous times for no fault of his. He had been fixated and his legs wailed to get back to life with his vision slowly blanking out. The strong belt tied him to his chair with all its tenacity and he was well aware that never in his life could he muster enough strength to break it free.

He tried to visualize the last time he had set a foot on free land; carefree as a bird he was, flying and breathing free. Will he ever be let liberated again; will he ever be out of this jailhouse. Questions were thousands, answers none.

He freaked out at the touch of a hand over his shoulder. He slowly craned his neck to find a little girl sitting next to him. "I see you have been freaking out ever since we took off. You didn't even pick up your kindle which slid off your lap an hour back." She talked off in a chirpy tune as she handed off his kindle to him. "I know about claustrophia and in this stuffed cattle class, I can imagine it being hard." . She paused briefly only to catch up again, "Dont worry you will be just fine. We will land in Delhi in a couple of hours and we can talk out the duration in a jiffy. Mumma says music has a lot of soothing powers; and you can give that a try on my ipod." She stopped a while to check out Jay's expressions squinting her eyes. Confirming that he seemed interested, she continued while flashing a toothy smile "Also if that helps, you can hold my hand during the rest of the journey." A natural smile appeared across the breadth of Jay's face, and this was the first in last 8 hours.

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ankit said…
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Webby said…
ROFL!!! Well done Mohita.. a very different kind of post by you. Did not expect the flight terror coming :P Plus it is so nicely handled by the little girl in the end :D Awesome one :)
Pulkit Agarwal said…
some say a creative mind is never idle/bored .

Simple, well written with a nice twist !

:like
Ankit Aggarwal said…
Ha ha ha.... I had a feeling that something like this one will come up. Nice one :)

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