Sense.
My wacky Sixth-sense.
Waking me up in the middle of night.
Guns.
The roar of guns.
Clattering the ground like fiery fireworks!
Chaos.
The recklessness of chaos.
Shuddering and awakening my worst fears.
Time.
Yes, our old enemy – the time.
Gave me a blurry version of four past forty.
Neighbours.
Our sleepy little neighbours.
Isolating us to figure out the truth, by ourselves.
Guys.
Seven sturdy old guys.
Ransacking the houses in prototypes.
Wish.
A sudden unexpected wish.
To be some place else but here.
Eyes.
My black bespectacled eyes.
Searching furiously for any movement, from the guys.
Ears.
My small elf-ish ears.
Straining to hear the low volume announcements.
Support.
The enormous longing for support.
This huge gush of emotions to cling onto somebody!
Lights!
Those bright focus – lights!
Flooding the place with warm rays of hope.
Men.
Some good, brave men.
Saving our lives while endangering theirs!
Siege.
End of the three-hour siege.
Brought a relief and took me back to sleep.
– Suri
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