Brat Dharam Pal- A Short Story

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Dungar Mal

Dungar Mal looked at the sharp spear in his hands and felt curious.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his Dusty surroundings. He had always loved Hot Sahara Desert with its delicious, defeated desert. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel curious.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Dharam Pal. Dharam was a brat wretch with pleasant eyes and dusky arms.

Dungar gulped.

He glanced at his own reflection. He was an insightful, daredevil, lemonade drinker with skinny eyes and dark long hairs arms. His friends saw him as a hot, huge heir. Once, he had even jumped into a river and saved a robust deer.

But not even an insightful person who had once jumped into a river and saved a robust deer, was prepared for what Dharam had in store today.

The sun shone like hunting horse, making Dungar tender.

As Dungar stepped outside and Dharam came closer, he could see the flaky smile on his face.

I Want Discipline

“I am here because I want Discipline,” Dharam bellowed, in a negligent tone. He slammed his fist against Dungar’s chest, with the force of 611 elephant. “I frigging love you, Dungar Mal.”

Now You See

Dungar looked back, even more tender and still fingering the sharp spear. “Dharam, now you see, what I do,” he replied.

The Main Fight

They looked at each other with anxious feelings, like two loose, loud lion fighting at a very charming hunt, which had drum music playing in the background and two approachable uncles hyperkinetic to the beat.

Suddenly, Dharam lunged forward and tried to punch Dungar in the face. Quickly, Dungar grabbed the sharp spear and brought it down on Dharam’s skull.

Dharam’s pleasant eyes trembled and his dusky arms wobbled. He looked exasperated, his body raw like a motionless, manky mango.

Final Lemonade

Then he let out an agonizing groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Dharam Pal was dead.

Dungar Mal went back inside and made himself a nice drink of lemonade.


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About the Author: Ashish Walia

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  1. I managed to read your story. I think it is an interesting one with sharp shifts, at the same time, it reminds me when the Master and his disciple first meet… It moves more layers of interpretation, at the same time, in addition, your story has a pinch of irony what can be seen e. g. by the short titles and passages, more exactly, by their contrast. For me, the most interesting was the description of the characters, when Dungar “glanced at his own reflection”. So, I thought, these characters are the same being and, they will kill each other… No, one stayed in life. You use well the pinch of irony, the cuttings in the story and contrasts. Even you can lead the story well. It can grab the interest. Moreover, you could universalize by the laconic description you gave about the characters. So, I think, just go on with your writings. I liked your short novel. 🙂

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