Kishan Pratap Singh

Horror Tragedy Fantasy

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Kishan Pratap Singh

Horror Tragedy Fantasy

Doraemon

Doraemon

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While moving from home to school the previous thrusday morning, I felt something different and absurd. I felt like intensity of emotions in me were lowered, I felt like nothing. Around me houses and buildings started appearing different like they were animated. I closed my eyes for once, took a deep breath and headed to my school. 

When I entered the classroom the same feeling as the previous one, again occurred within me. The same episode of nothingness. When I looked around, I saw that a new boy has come in our class. He had spectacles and a round nose, he was tall and lazy in his movements. For once I thought he is Nobita. My friends were not in this new boy. They talked like they have lost interest in anything. Even during the classes I looked towards the Nobita-like boy. His movements were very slow, like the cartoon character Nobita. It was really fun to watch him. I made up my mind, if we ever become friends I would call this boy 'Nobita'.

Next day things were more cartoon-like. Our school had become animated and different. Am I getting sick? But I don't feel anything. So I paced to our classroom. This time more new students entered our class. Surprisingly the fat boy looked similar to Gian, the pretty girl like Shezoka and the boy with angled lips like Sunio. My friends showed apathy towards this coincidence. The greatest problem was even I felt it normal. Someone was reducing curiosity within me. Someone was eating me.

In the days things started to appear more animated like they were perfectly computerized. And I lacked the senses to feel the things changing. May be things are going wrong? Maybe the cartoons are taking over all our minds. They are capturing our world. They are destroying our feelings. When I realised being in wrong place an unrealistic thing happened. A blue racoon like robot or what was without any doubt Doraemon appeared. He looked completely animated. He looked at me with a smile that meant 'the game has began'.


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