The Classified

1960: Location Maya, a thriving town in the far-east where everything seemed normal. There was a boy and people called him Italy because of his fairness. He was the youngest son of the family. He had three elder brothers and three elder sisters. He enjoyed playing football without shoes,he enjoyed riding in his family elephant, and he was an avid nature lover. 

Maya was a place where people experienced many hardships in the past. From earthquakes to floods, this place rose against all odds hence the people of this place are born modest. There was a time when Italy’s grandfather used to rule the town, he was the most well-read person in the whole settlement. Italy was his favorite. His grandfather wanted Italy to learn medicine so that he could heal the people of Maya from contagious diseases.

The initial years of Italy were fun. It’s mostly farming, playing and eating out with friends. He was the most pampered child but he never demanded anything from his parents. He always followed his elders and loved the younger ones. Italy grew up in the town, studied in the neighborhood school and topped every exam. Mathematics was his much-loved subject. After few years he touched 18 and he has to move to a different town called Harod for his higher studies. This was the first time he first moved out of his cocoon. He shifted to a hostel where he was cooking his own meals and studying simultaneously. His hostel was located near the institution. Time passed and Italy graduated from the best college but he couldn’t forget that night from his Harod days in the hostel when he and the others saw something that stayed with them forever in the form of a story.

2016: Location: Somewhere away from Maya   

It was a rainy night on a cold and windy evening, everyone in the family gathered together to have an extensive meal. Everyone knew that Italy has a story in his mind but he was unable to tell anyone because he always thought that the modern cohort would never believe this. After lots of persuasions, Italy finally started his tale about that night in the hostel in the town of Harod.

“Everyone was happy that day in the hostel. We won the football match against our rivals so we decided to arrange a feast.” - Italy said with excitement and the joy reflected prominently in his face.

“Those days were fun days; we were young and ready to explore anything. That night we wanted to celebrate our victory against the strongest team. Everything was ready and we started cooking. It was around 10:30 pm, when we hear a very loud sound; it was just like the sound of a blast. We were paranoid and moved inside the hostel for shelter. Everybody rushed to take a safe refuge. Suddenly, we saw fireballs coming from the sky with great speed, falling all over the place. It was a serial attack when hundreds of fireballs fell upon our hostel. For a moment we thought, this is going to be our last day.” Italy said with a smirk on his face.

“But nothing happened although there were fireballs all around. After few hours, there were no fire, no ashes, nothing actually got destroyed. Everything was in the perfect order as if nothing really happened. Only a tree was scalded and was lying dead. We were astonished to see such a wonder happening. As there were no media those days, we couldn’t spread the news. We couldn’t sleep the whole night and were thinking about those mysterious fireballs. With the first ray of light, we decided to tell this story to no one for preserving the sanctity and secrecy of the event. Only few us witnessed this mysterious event and we made a deal not to tell this story to anyone. But as time passed, we started experiencing things much more magical than that event.” – Italy checks his mobile, smiles and ends his story after a brief pause.

Italy’s story deeply fascinates me. I wonder what if those fireballs really existed and they only fell on places and people that deserved them. Why the fireballs actually made that loud noise before arriving? Are those real fireballs or some hallucinating vision of Italy and his friends? Remember they were completely ecstatic after that victory and were planning for a feast. What if the fireballs were some kind of signals to establish a connection with the humans? What if the story that Italy narrated was completely fake as there were no written records, what if he created a fictional tale to entertain us that night? What if that’s a form of a natural disaster, which is very rare in modern times? There are many unanswered questions, many undeciphered codes, many unknown dimensions for mankind but stories like these will always intrigue us.


  1. this intrigued me and got me to think two things 1. he made a mickey of people he was narrating and 2. May be it happened as i believe in miracles. it was a good read :) Request the font size to be bigger and the background to not be black.

  2. True, I will surely revamp my blog with a white background soon. Thanks for the valuable feedback Shweta. I have increased the font size for more clarity.