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The Formidable Sight

He didn’t look up when she walked to him. She quietly sat near him. As a few moments went by, he spoke in a very low tone, “Are the children asleep?”
“Ummhmmm..”, she nodded with a sound as if to say yes.
“Did they sleep hungry?”
“No, a little was left from yesterday, I fed it to them. But it wasn’t enough.”
He didn’t reply to question his wife didn’t ask but he knew she wanted to.
After a pause of few moments which seemed like hours for them in this uneasy silence, she spoke apprehensively, “What’s the matter? Is everything alright? You haven’t left the place since yesterday. You didn’t eat anything. What happened? Tell me, what happened out there?”
He has never behaved like this ever before. His weird behavior worried his wife.
He didn’t know what to tell her. He had decided not to worry his wife and keep the things to himself, but he wasn’t able to hide it well. He could not put on the facade anymore. After her persistent questioning, he decided to confide her in.
“Don’t let the children go out to play. It’s not safe anymore.”
“Why?” Her husband was not making any sense.
“They are coming for us. I don’t think we have much time left. Either we should run away or we should die!”
“But there isn’t any place to run away. And we can’t let go of this place we call our home.”
“There won’t be any home, there won’t be any food. There will be no life.They are going to destroy our very home in front of our eyes and will kill us too! ” he shouted to vent out the pain of his heart.
“Everyone here is afraid of us. Since ages we are known to rule the Jungles. We are the ferocious tigers. Whosoever they are and wherever they belong to, we will slay them. We won’t let them destroy everything”, she said, the anger of his words filling her heart too.
He spoke again, controlling his anger, “I can’t get the image out of my head. I saw them bringing big machines that clears whole land in one go. What chance do you think we have against them? Along with evil motives, they possess deadly weapons.”
“Who are they?” she asked, visibly scared.
“They can do anything, whether it’s us or our fellow beings. They are the humans from the far-away cities. ”


This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.




The Smile

A rough loud voice broke my slumber. I couldn’t guess what was going on but was certainly sure that whatever it was, it wasn’t right at all.
“Do you have any money to waste on it?”, said that loud voice. The voice was full of contempt.
The other person, the weaker one, who was holding me shook my head in negative. He let out a sigh and out came the puff of smoke from his mouth.
” Tell me? Why are you standing like a fool? Answer me!”, the loud voice shrieked in anger again.
A few moments later, I was lying on the ground and the two men had left. There wasn’t a single soul to be seen. The unpleasant smell of the trash around didn’t let me breathe. Few minutes, may be hours or even days went by and I was still there, unattended.
“Hey look!”, I heard someone say. In faint light I could see that the voice belonged to a frail woman.
With trembling hands she picked me up. But these hands were sure stronger than the ones that had put me down. There was love and warmth in her eyes unlike the cold stares of those men.
” Let’s go home, baby girl”, I heard her say and I knew I can trust this stranger. I smiled for the first time in my life.

Written for the A Prompt Each Day – Midweek Wordle #8



The Gift


The key turned and the door unlocked. She walked in. She was again late today. It was already dark. But this darkness was nothing compared to that of her heart. She switched on the lights of the lonesome house. Absentmindedly she threw her bag onto the couch and turned on the television. News channels went on to shout about murders, rapes, robbery, not-so-fair politics and ever-so-glittering Bollywood. Frustrated she turned it off and glanced around. Room was a mess, exactly like her mind. But something was amiss.

Somebody had been in here, was her first thought.
But who??! Avinash???
Just a reminder of his name filled her with a strange feeling of uneasiness.
But only he knew where I hid the second key. Only he could have let himself in. She felt eerieness in the room, as if he was still here.
But why?? Why was he here after all these months?? What did he want from me now? And if he did want something, why did he leave? I had nothing to give him now. I was done giving him everything, every part of my love and every part of me. She frowned as his name brought back all those unwelcomed memoires. Beep on her phone broke her chain of thoughts.
It was a friend’s message asking for tomorrow’s plans. Oh yes! tomorrow is my birthday, she remembered. But there was no excitement for it. Gone were the days when she used to cherish birthdays and plan parties. Now it was just like any other day. Past one year had shown her the days she had never imagined. Her marriage with her college sweetheart failed miserably. She didn’t only lose her lover, her husband but also her best friend. Although she was the one determined enough to walk out of the marriage yet she hasn’t found any peace. Without replying to the message, she switched off the phone and walked towards her bedroom. She didn’t want any wishes tonight.
The photo frame by her bedside was gone, she noticed. It had held the the reunion photograph, with Avinash and Kavya in the middle of the group. It was then when they had announced their marriage. They had been happy then. A nostalgic smile made it’s way to her face.
But in place of the photograph, was lying a white sealed envelope. She tore it open. A metal key fell down. So, it was Avinash, she concluded. She pull out other papers from the envelope. She unfolded to see the divorce papers finally signed by him and a letter in his handwriting. Her lifeless and loveless marriage was finally over. There were no pieces to pick up now. Holding on her emotions, she kept the papers aside and read the letter.

Dear Kavya,
Finally it’s time I give you the gift you always wanted: Your Freedom!
Happy Birthday!
Once Yours,

Tears feel down but they didn’t hurt her anymore. Her thoughts rested and she finally slept peacefully.

Written for the A Prompt Each Day – WordPlay#8 : Time



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