TOMORROW..!!!

"I was fed up with my life and so I decided to end it...so here I am on the railway track and waiting for death..!!!" she was explaining herself and answering her own questions about what she was going to do.

"I was never loved at home for just the reason that I am a girl. Was it my mistake that I wasnt born as the male child who would take care of the family later. Was it my mistake that the society treats girl children as the "Liability" while the other gender as the "Asset". Was it my mistake that I was born in a country where Goddesses are respected but the girl children are killed??" she thought when she remembered how her father never spoke to her in all these years.

"I studied well. I am employed and earn good salary and respect. I am married...but for what reason? Just to work as a servant to the man whom my parents bought for the marriage? Am I given to him along with the money so that he can torture me physically and emotionally?" she thought when she saw her wedding ring.

"Today when some idiots abuse me and throw me on the road, where was he? It never bothered him coz' he thought I was always my parents daughter. But where were my parents?? It never bothered them too...coz' they just believed that I am his wife...but dear God, where do I belong?? To my parents with whom I took my first breath or To my husband with whom I am supposed to live my last breath?" Now tears were all over...she cried her heart out...she never knew that her death was not near...!!!

"Dear God, If you made the rule that Males children rule the world then why did u not tell us that we were just slaves in this world before we were sent here...if u did...we would never have seen those dreams and never have wished to live freely...Why did u not tell us??" She is shouting now..!!

He questions maynot have woke up God...but they did wake the Lineman of the track who was sleeping nearby...He was startled to see the young girl in the torn rags and scratches all over her body. He understood the situation while tears rolled down.

"I am going to come back to you as I fear TOMORROW and life ahead shows no path to me" she was yelling while she heard a noise. She turned to see who it was and found him sitting beside her with a smiling face and loving eyes looking at her.

"Why are you here??" she asked him.
He smiled.
"I see no life ahead, my tomorrow is meaningless. No one loves me. No one bothers if i am alive or dead" she was screaming now.

He smiled and said " I have seen these tracks all my life...from here it seems that they end at a point but when you go there they are still running ahead...I have not yet found the end...such if life darling...Today it feels that its the last day...but there is always a tomorrow...and before we realize that there is none...we are no more...!!"

He said and left...she thought for a while and got off the tracks...!!

It needs a moment to end a life...it also take a similar moment to start a new one too...!!

Written for Thursday Tales...Tale #76..!!!
Also for Sunday Scribblings...Tomorrow..!!!

OATH..!!

I saw him everyday...rather he saw me everyday while on my way to college. His dark eyes never went off me until i board my bus. His ragged clothes turn dirtier each day but he never missed to find me each day. He never changes his place, never his smile.

"Dada why do you keep looking at me everyday??" I asked him one day.
He smiled but was silent.

After a few days, i knew the answer.

Its her daughter I remind him of. She killed herself years ago. She was abused by her 10 years elder brother first when she was just 7 and it continued for years. She bore all the pain but never knew whom to talk about it. One day when he turned as a Devil she couldnot bear the pain any more and the same day, she killed herself.

Her dad, this old man, cant fight his son for his lost daughter nor can he live in a world of such cruelty. He is fighting his life everyday waiting for death.

I was moved. I am lucky that I never faced any horror this way but I decided to be the helping hand to those innocent beings.

Today As I take the Gold medal as a Law Student, I take an oath in his name to save as many daughters as I can.


Written for Thursday Tales:Tales #62..!!!

BROTHER'S LOVE...!!!

The colors of the sky fascinated me. I enjoyed watching the sunrise and admire the sunset. I was always at the same window fancying the birds start and end their day; I enjoyed their sounds, their flight. The view from this window of my room is awesome. I enjoyed it since I was a little girl.

But today, I miss something that excited me even more than the beauty, I miss him. We grew up together enjoying the beauty. We played, we danced, we played, and we lived together since the time unknown. He was a sweet heart and got me everything I asked for. Though he fought with me may a times, now I feel it is out of love that we share. We celebrated life together. We shared life’s most precious moments together. He was there for this little sister always.

I remember one day when mom said, I shall leave this home and him one day to live with someone else and that I shall soon forget him and his love (which was completely wrong), how badly he was hurt. He lifted his head looking at him and I realized that I was actually seeing his tear filled eyes. He just pushed mom aside and ran out the house. I fought with mom for having hurt my sweet brother, I came running to this window crying and waiting for my brother.

I saw him, standing there at the fence and looking at the barren land that stretched to almost all over. I was calling him for so long but he never turned to see. I was tired but was still waiting for him to come back home and play with me.

I suddenly see him turn back and walk towards our home. I was happy and suddenly I realize I was already smiling. He was finally coming back to me and I was waiting for him in my room.

After some time, I saw him at my door with a carton in his hands and he was already walking in.

“Brother, what is it in your hands?”


“Sis, Mom said you shall leave me one day and go somewhere else. There you shall be all alone and you may not find anyone to play. These are some of my favorite toys, take them and play with them.”

“Thank you bro. But still miss you so much then too.” I was already in his arms and tears sliding down my cheeks.

Today is my wedding day. I am actually about to leave everyone and live with someone else very soon. I will miss everything of my life so far especially my dear brother whom I find even now standing at the same fence thinking about how my life shall be from now on.

Mom has already got all my luggage ready that I shall need in the new place, she says there are three bags, but only I know that its’ not three but FOUR..!!!

P.S. This is a work of fiction..!!!

Written for Thursday Tales..!!

The Land of Dreams...!!!

***A very very very lonngggg short story ahead. :p***

Playing with her long, black hair he said, “Have you decided dear?”

“It was always decided hunz. Nothing else can be better than this. Isn’t it?”

“You know it sweets, I love every bit of it.”

She blushed some more and her cheeks flushed with some more red. But before she could enjoy this blushy bliss of her, he naughtily continued,

“Well… Ah! I love it even more than I love you”

Filling her cheeks with some air she made a face like a small balloon and looked queerly at him with pretended anger. He in return came lovingly near her face and repeating his last sentence, softly punched her cheeks to burst her cheeky balloon

“Get lost” and she threw a pillow at him.

With this, the small room got sprinkled with their hearty laughter filled with love and affection for each other.

Holding his hands she continued,

“In my land of dreams
Magic spreads, when flower blooms.
Love-friendship plays ‘round.”

“Hmmmmm!”

"The name of my book would be The Land Of Dreams”

“Perfect”

“Just like us together.”

***

Yamini was an aspiring poet. Writing in blogs and some magazines she has acquired a lot of fame. But her dream was to do something really big. It was to make a mark in the field of poetry. But only because you write well and you have the thing in you to make it big, it does not mean that your works will be published that easily. After submitting half a dozens of manuscripts to different publishing house, she had yet not been approached by any publishing house. But 'he' always stood beside her like a pillar of strength and never ever allowed her to lose hope. 'He' was the one who kept on instilling hope and encouragement in her each and every day.

Everyday in the mall they used to go to the up-staired Crossword bookstore on an escalator, holding hands, dreaming that one day they will use the same escalator to buy their own published books. There they picked books, randomly, and poked their nose deep inside to smell the words and to imagine how their own words would smell like on the pages.

Their inspiration and hope came from the escalator- one that rises up. Holding hands on that escalator, at least in their own world, this way they were ascending towards their dreams.

Good luck struck a chord with Yamini’s fate and one fine day one of her poems was published in a book called “Amateur Poets.” This was a stepping stone and their happiness transcended beyond leaps and bounds.

She hugged him as if she was not going to release him from the enclosures of her arms in eternity’s time period. Tears rolling down from her eyes drenched his shirt with wetness of happiness and aroma of being proud. Uplifting her chin with utmost love and care he looked deep inside her eyes and said, “I am so proud of you my li’l angel” and kissed her first on her forehead and then on her sweet lips. She hugged him more tightly while whispering once again the sweetest sentence ever, “I love you”.

“I love you too my angel. I love every bit of you.”

“wowwww! It’s a divine bliss. You and me, together in our land of dreams, forever and ever.”

“And we are now few steps closer to have our ‘the lands of dreams’ in our very own hands. You are destined to surpass even the sky, yamini. It’s just the beginning and very soon your individual book of poetry will be published.”

***

Few years passed in between and he had to go to some other state for some official work. Meanwhile Yamani continued writing more beautiful poems with her pen dipped in the ink of utmost passion and love. And finally the day approached when their “The Land Of Dreams” was in stores.

That day more than her, he was happy. On phone, they shouted, they laughed, they choked and they cried together but failed to speak anything except ‘I love you-s’. How much he wished that he had wings so that he could fly to her without wasting any second. How much he wished to hug her and caress her. How much he wished to be there with her so that together they can poke their noses and finally smell the fragrance of their own words!

Silently he sobbed. It was going to be the most memorable day of their lives and his heart sunk even to think that may be he can’t make it to it.

“Hey! hunz! Where have you learnt to cry from, you silly boy.”

“Yamani, just pray that I can make it to the book release ceremony. Even if it is just for half an hour only.”

“Without you I can’t even think of going to the ceremony dear. I can’t.”

“Darling! If they don’t give a leave for at least few hours, I am going to leave my job. I give a damn to a job that keeps me away from my angel, my happiness and my life.”

“Shhhhh… do not ever repeat these words hunz. My real “land of dreams” is somewhere where you are there with me. I have always felt ‘you’ in ‘me’ and ‘I’ in ‘you’. Our ‘land of dreams’ is there in our hearts and souls. It is not worldly dear rather it is divine. You are there always beside me, no matter wherever you and I are. It is always the “us” together.

“And when from my li’l angel has grown up, huh?”

“She is still your kid but whenever you become a kid, I have to take the role of your granny. See, no choices left after all.”

“I am proud of you yamz and I love you.”

"………."

“What happened dear? Shy huh?”

“Nahhhhh!”

“Then?”

“Ummm..Well… I love you too.”

***

Without him, it was almost impossible for her to step on the escalator to reach Crosswords. She couldn’t stop the hot gush of her tears from rolling down her cheeks. Her eyes were waiting for him and her heart was longing for him. Atlast brushing aside her tears but with a heavy heart she stepped on to the escalator. Midway, along with a deep breath she wished him to be near her. May be the wind carried her prayers and wishes to him.

Just then her phone beeped. The sms read,

“I managed to get a leave for a day. Take stairs. Come down. Fast. Waiting to take you up by holding you in my arms. – lovingly yours, ‘…’.”


Turning back she saw him. Her dream man was waiting near the escalator with his hands stretched out to her. She ran..ran.. and ran.. to be in her arms forever and ever.

~***~

Dear Yamini,

Long back i have written just some bits and pieces of this story (you can say a rough draft) for a competition but never completed it and never paricipated in that competition. i started writing it keeping in mind my dreams and aspirations. but today i have rewritten it for a special someone and that special someone is you, yamini. thanks dear, just because of you today i am able to complete it.

*** HE is unnamed because Yamz is still waiting for him. May the wait gets over soon .:)

i am glad to be a part of your celebration and i feel honoured and extremly elated to write a guest post for you, sharing a precious space in your land of dreams. i don't even consider it a guest post. i treat it as my gift full of best wishes wrapped in love and care fo you.

Congratilations dear. may you write many..many..many more beautiful poems. may all your dreams and wishes come true.

i am lucky to have you in my life and i do consider you my ANGEL.

God bless you yamini and please keep that smile always intact on your face. you are an epitome of liveliness for many of us.

(((HUGS)))

P.S : Thank you every body for bearing such a lonnnnng post. i hope i did not bore you much :p

But still i feel as if,