An Experimental Story

 Today, I’m going to write an Experimental Story. Have you heard it before?

Lemme tell you,

An experimental story breaks all the rules of traditional form of stories. It is humorous and satirical in nature. It led the reader prefer watching T.V. instead of reading it. Yes! It is a boring type of slight humor story. But only a single thread of support led the reader to read till last. It depicts a deep emotive insight from reality.

To an avid reader, the story would seem plausible and meaningful.

 

       The Strange Man

 

It was an autumn day; I was coming back from my office. I entered into a bus and saw a middle-aged man staring at me. He was weird. The bus was full of passengers but thank god I got a seat, but that seat was beside that weirdo man. Somehow, I managed to sit beside him. He was still staring at me. His face had no expression. I turned my face to another side, so as to ignore him. After some time, to check my bus stop I turned back my face to window side. Again, I witnessed that strange man staring at me, I got irritated and decided to get off the bus. But he followed me. I was walking on foot. I met a vegetable seller; he was also staring at me. No, he was looking at that man who was staring at me. I got frustrated, I started running. He also started running. Suddenly, water drops start falling from the sky, yes it was raining. I get a roof of a shop over my head; I turn back and saw he was still staring at me. “Man, what do you want”. I asked him in rage. He gave no reply and continued staring. I decided to ignore him. Then a pigeon came and sat between us. The strange man didn’t even have a glance at it, just staring at me.

Oh no, my little brother again turned TV’s volume high and what he is watching, no not again. His crazy cartoons suck my brain and what the donkey is doing, oh I forget anything is possible in modern-day cartoons. Whatever, I don’t have the capacity to debate over here, so better I change my place.                                                                                                                                                                                                           

Ok lemme, continue my story. Where was I, yes that weirdo man. So, the rain got over and I began walking with that man. I know I can’t do anything; I get used to it. I met my neighbor’s dog on the way. He was also walking. Soon I passed through it, it began to bark at me. I turned to that man, still staring at me then I saw the dog. I shouted at the dog and told it to bark at that man. But I felt embarrassed, the dog also was not listening to me. I just wanted to reach my home and get rid of all that misery. The street was empty and a stone was there in the middle of the road, I kicked it. Then a milkman passed through there, he was too looking at me not at me, at that man who was staring at me. Damn, again the rain started but this time I didn’t wait. I started running, he also started following me with his terrible eyes. Suddenly, I slipped. There was another stone on the road. The one that I kicked. “Everything comes back”, said I, thinking about the real speaker. Then I finally reached my home and turning back to that man I said, “Hey man, whoever you are I appreciate your consistency, you irritated me a lot now you go your way and set me free”. Saying this I quickly ran towards the door and locked inside. That was really a strange experience.

But one thing that I felt, somewhere I get used to of him. Still today, I turn back and see if he is there. Staring at me.

Really human is in itself a rare creature.

·        If you reached here then congratulations my friend, you’re an avid reader.  

Tell me, what do you think of this story?

What insight did you get reading it?

Can I call it an Experimental Story?

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