"Common, wake up" father groaned. The words just passed the passage of my ears. Unsuccessful, father just left the room mumbling few words. After sometime, I heard some commotion at the living room between my mother and father. I did not gave any damn about that too. I heard some really hard footsteps outside my room door. The footstep sounds became harder and harder and a wave of water pounded on to my head as if I just fell into the sea. I sat on my bed half wet looking into the blazing eyes of my Mom. She just turned around and walked towards the stairs without saying a single word. But the intention of action was crystal clear.Feared but more cautious I woke up and started my morning doings.
Now a days India's situation is no different to this. How many wake up calls can we ignore? How many threatenings can we afford to mum about? How many lives can we just sacrifice?
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