Chapter-1 Glowing Trails (In caption) -Major Mys | Gokahani

Chapter-1 Glowing Trails (In caption) -Major Mystique Nishchay stood on heaps of garbage with a heart filled with hope. He could not walk as his feet sunk into trash. It was not something solid and whole after all; there were a lot of things out here that people had dumped. The garbage collector’s son had told him a secret. Rich people dumped a lot of things that are not really waste. Hardly a day passed by when the little by couldn’t find a penny or two in the heaps. Nishchay wanted the coins too… the tea shop paid him nothing for his service except for the bare minimum to eat. He looked around throwing plastic bags here and there. So far he found nothing but the stinking, sticky fluid that flows out of garbage. It had stuck to his shoeless soles and his thighs and ankles. He was stinking even more than usual. He himself found his odour unpleasant. Yet he kept on looking. The pleasantness of finding a penny was more than the unpleasantness of the stenching and sticking. “I am stinking!” Nishchay said out aloud to himself. He jumped over heaps after putting his feet into a pair of discarded shoes. They were a little torn and felt real uncomfortable from inside but they were alright. In a few minutes he had found new torn shoes, a slightly broken pair of sunglasses, gloves which were basically wrinkled wool and a jacket full of patches and all the buttons sewed against will. He was trying to retract his hand from the left pocket which was basically endless. The pocket was completely tattered; when you put your hand it was gone down for an eternity. Nishchay had finally forced his hand out when he noticed the dumpster had changed. It didn’t feel the same anymore. The stench was gone and a humming crackle filled the wind along with the nip. Nishchay stood looking around trying to find what was on fire. He moved around jumping over bundled newspapers and a lot of books which somebody had considered futile. He could feel himself closing on the source of the vibes. With every step he felt the crackle dangle and pop. Just ahead at the foot of a huge heap of metal chunks lay the source. It was shining as bright as the sun though what it was, Nishchay couldn’t make out. He slowly walked towards it, walking closer to the glint. He didn’t notice but he left behind a glowing trail of footprints which made the newspapers sway like grass on a cold winter night. In no time, Nishchay stood close enough to the glint.