The Highway Author : SAI SUMEDH PANGA

 The Highway

Author : SAI SUMEDH PANGA

Hi friends,
Today I am telling you a Folk Story.

Inspired by folk tales heard over the years.

Once upon a time there lived a hard working and honest young man from a small town. His name was Vikram. He was used to work in the fields during the day, help the kids with studies during the evenings. After he completed his 12th std, he wanted to complete Diploma. He enrolled for a night college to complete his Diploma which was approximately 25 Kilometers away. A combination of village road and a newly built highway which was almost lonely and wasn't much used. This route led him to the college.

Vikram was really looking forward to start the classes because he was always thrilled to learn something new. Meanwhile the farming season had began and had to till his land to prepare it for souring just ahead of monsoon. He smartly distributed his activities through out the day so then he could leave his town at 5:00 pm to attend his classes that started at 6:00 pm again leave at 8:30 pm from his college and reach home by 9:00 pm have dinner and have a good night sleep.

Slowly his schedule became very busy he used to wake up early in the morning to take care of his fields. Then go to the market to buy fertilizers, seeds, and farm equipment. Before leaving he always teach the kids from the neighborhood.

Then something happened..............

After he completed his classes at the night and was about leave. His lecturer stopped him as he wanted to discuses about the project. It was night 11:30 by the time the discussion got over. He used the same route to go to his home. But this time the highway was lonelier, scarier and haunted. He saw a shadow parting from the shadows of the trees. It was something or someone. He was in a dilemma it was a human being needed a lift. When the human sat on his scoterVikram lost a bit of hisbalance. This was a boring ride. Then he started planning for his next day. After he came to the junction he waited for moments for the movement of the man.When he turned back the man wasn't there. Then he remembered while building the highway few people died. He was sweating like a leaking pipe. Then, he drove fast and without slowing down. He drove as it was this highway was build for him. He almost crashed into his gated and rushed inside his house for cover. He took his bedsheet and slept or he just fainted.

Do you think will he share this with anyone?
HA HA HA HA HA HA HA you will never know. You need to experience like this if you want to know.


Will the next one be you?


No.Of.Words -- 534

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