Short story 
“Beware of Devil”

It was the valley of flowers....!

The garden was covered with a lot of flowers....!

Whoever can go there and cultivate the dreams and flowers....!

Where I found a damaged wallet, the booklet was spoiled with eye drops, the alpha-bates was scratched and scattered with nail marks, she remained with an uncured wounds.....! 

She was the profile of that city….. the beauty of whole world was described to her, she fly every where like a butterfly and the day become soon…..but she was not knowing it with her innocence...!

The sky on the city was fully darkness on that day, moon was hided…. stars were covered with clouds… her eye drops felt down like a rain....!

She came out of that dark room with skipping steps... and hided her pride with her palm because she lost all her valuables till she wake up unknowingly....!

I was searching the raindrops on the flowers….where I heard the painful songs of that nightingale...but she tried to keep away from me because of the dark day....!

I followed her skipping steps with an enthusiasm and end of the way….I knew gradually it was her endless eye drops….but not rain drops.

She was the final year of her graduation, how many dreams….?. 

All that spoiled with in a moment...!

She was riding on a taxi, because she want to be attend her exam on time and slowly felt down to the nice sleep…..!

but the day was fully darkness and no one hear her crying voice, the taxi driver was applied chloroform on face and brutally exploited her virginity...!

The damaged wallet was she…, the booklet was her spoiled life…. the scattered one was her virginity and the nail mark was her eye drops and dreams…..!

Who can return her pride and dreams....?

She was my Janet.....! 

And may your beloved one…..!

An angels of the city, being singing for ever with an endless pain....!

As like the songs of nightingale....! 
Aju George Mundappally.