Sangeetha Kamath

  Prompt: "What happened?", asked my mother. “What happened?” asked my mother. I had hurled the door open and dashed inside, breathless and disheveled. The rain outside was an endless torrent since late evening. Blurring the neighborhood and the garden. We could see nothing clearly beyond the porch. My jacket was drenched and more droplets of water trickled on the carpet as I swept the hoodie over my head with shaky hands. She tried to hold my gaze but my eyes darted about in panic. The force of what had just occurred was yet to fully register. As I shrugged off the jacket it slid to the floor in a heap. In a daze, I walked over to the doorway leading to my room and froze. The walls started to close in. My vision swam.The sound of the rain and thunder seemed to amplify while the soft glow from the chandelier dimmed further. The buzz in my ears was unbearable. Weakly, as I covered them with my palms, a wave of nausea overpowered me and I slumped onto the floor. The world turne...