End of the Game....

"It's morning …!!!" said God with an unaccompanied soundtrack to justify his excitement.

The night before was horrible.

Nature was at her best tantrums yesterday with the storm, thundershower, and earth-shattering lightning.

Hiding behind the thin glass doors, God, our friend Death and I played the dice all night – the game we never knew.

The rules were made to break the rules.

The turns were turned down to make the turns.

Strange is how we played our game, lifeless life mirrored on the floor where the dice were thrown to roll. 

As if the birth of innocence, a silence fluttered between the dice and us. I could see the world shaken and shivering outside those transparent glass walls.

Street corners were all flooded.

Gutters were overflowing. 

And the stench of morality seeped through the glass walls..!

Dead rats who could not escape nature's wrath spread across the overflowing gutter.

Among those dead rats and along Gandhi's decayed corpse, blotted bodies of messiahs and prophets started floating.

The night was horrible.

Awaken by the yelling and shouting of God; death reluctantly opened his eyes to the glowing horizon.

Yes! It's morning! Finally, the end of the agony.

THE GAME IS OVER...

Struggling with my torn shoes, I slowly walked past the God

Then the Death- the Friend of God.