WAR OVER LOVE
By Neel Anil Panicker
The roar from above seemed to cut through the stony bricks, and reach upto to their ears, splitting their benumbed senses with the rising cacophony.
Above them the bridge rattled as footsteps sped by, its owners’ rasping voices hurling the choicest of invectives.
Crouched in between a narrow ledge, their hands clasped in unison, eyes affixed to each others’, ears cocked to catch the slightest of decibels, Lata and her Muslim friend held their breaths as the air suddenly turned warm.
‘Looks like they’re going to burn down the bridge.’
“I couldn’t care less. We’ve already burnt all our bridges.’