prologue
THREE SOULS AND TWO PROMISES
-Viki
“upon seven wonders of the world, there is an eight wonder which is so-called as MAKING OTHERS HAPPY”
It’s time for the call and the crowd started cheering with their posters and placards. Even though I feel like the hard wind in the universe. My mind is completely blank and it even failed to intimate me that there will be no wind in the universe..! After a few seconds, I made myself ready and stand like a racehorse towards the dais. The date 30-04-2020 flashed in front of my eyes from the posters on the stage. My novel won the title “THE MILLION DOLLAR WORDS” but even though the crowd’s cheer is not enough to welcome me. When I stepped on to the stage they all shouted with another fancy name and it broke my heart. I immediately stepped down the stage due to such disappointment. Being an author it is possible for me to claim fame and move away without minding the audience and other stuff. But being a human it is difficult for me to negotiate other’s feelings. As I’m a foreign author and I don’t know what INDIAN’s feel. So I just stepped down and asked the crowd who is the person whom they shouting for..! The crowd moved left and right like army generals in war within 10 seconds of my question raised and one of them went to the backstage and made the center light to fall on the person who is standing one among the crowd. His looks were torn and tidy with loads of salt water in his eyes which looks like a massive tsunami when the silver-colored spotlight spotted him. The crowd started cheering again with the name called “AZRAEL... AZRAEL... !“. My eyes glared and I didn’t receive this kind of insult in any kind gathering rather I’m standing like a joker now in the middle of Nehru Stadium, Chennai. I just went to the stage again and took the mike. I snuffed a little and asked the audience to listen to me. I told them that “If you think that I don’t deserve this honor then I don’t need this for the sake of other’s names. For a few instant audiences blinked like an eyeless owl. Some of them understood my words and many of them blinked and partially understood because of my native slang of English. After that, I just stepped down the stage again and left that place. As I ignored the honor awarded, The chief authorities announced that “AS OF THE LEGAL HONOR OFFERED BY US WAS REJECTED BY THE AUTHOR STEPHEN FROM AMERICA, NOW THE HONOR OF MILLION DOLLAR WORDS GOES TO THE NEXT AUTHOR WITH HIGHEST VOTES AND WE CALL UPON Mr. AZRAEL TO THE STAGE”. Those words echoed me from the speaker which is placed outside. I also heard the huge response from the audience when they heard the name AZRAEL. I’m a little bit confused that whether he is an author or superstar. I wished to talk to him. The very next day I invited him to my guesthouse at ECR road, Chennai. My flight to the US is 12 hours delayed and within that time I wished to talk to him about his life and also I want to know the secret stuff about his fan base. He just came to my guest house by 11 am. I welcomed him with a smile and red wine. He accepted the drink offered by me and smiled in return. I told him that Mr..... He stopped me and told that his name was Azrael. Yeah! Azrael how could I forgot that name which was chattered by whole Nehru stadium as a praising mantra before 24 hours damn it. Yeah, he liked my sense of humor and smile. There is a good Eco-friendly connection between us. Even he too felt the same vibe. I asked him to tell something about him which inspires me more than I get inspired from him today. Azrael just took that bottle of red wine and told me that “Even my life is also like this red wine such externally it remains us the color and valor of violence and cruelty but once when you drink it gives you the best feeling ever”... with those words he started his story and I’m going to share his experience in Azrael’s point of view....!
