Is it a mango? Is it a melon?
THE leaves crunched under my boots, until they didn’t. We were now in complete sync and they had turned into a silent companion that would never forsake me. Unlike the rest of the world.
I had been walking for hours. Or was it days? It no longer mattered. All that mattered was that I had been able to get away; away from the torment of living together and being utterly, desperately alone.
Where am I headed to? I will know, eventually. Time will tell, point me to the right direction.
Right now I am happy to just keep on walking. And, for the silent company of the leaves.
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RITA lay half asleep in the rocking chair in the verandah. She glanced at her hands absentmindedly; thick blue veins criss-crossing thin parchment-like skin! One fine day, just like that, they had suddenly turned this way. It had bothered her then, these unseemly creases. But Vivek had held these very hands so lovingly and the meaning of her life had changed.
Now, he was gone, but browns and greys no longer frightened her.
“How beautifully leaves grow old!”
The branches quivered in the fading light. Rita closed her eyes and sank deeper into the rocking chair.
She was not afraid of winter any more.
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ANU was nodding her head mechanically in response, her lips twisted in half-smile, half-bewilderment; the ‘conversation’ was one-sided, the argument absurd, as always. It was appraisal time once again, and once more it was the same insincere platitudes that her supervisor was throwing at her while cleverly pointing to her imaginary shortcomings. “You are sincere and hardworking and we really appreciate that, but…” There was always a ‘but’. Her promotion and pay hike would come, all in good time…
“It’s only words. And words are all I have got. Year after year, too!” she thought, coming to a no-longer-difficult decision.
It was time to look for a new job.
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Kashmira placed the bowl of popcorn in her lap and settled down to watch a suspense film on television. There was no fear of being told she was a ‘stupid b….’ and having the remote snatched away. Vishy was gone; she smiled at the thought of the hammer coming down on his head as he watched his favourite game.
Just then the lights went out. ‘Damn!’ she swore as the house plunged into darkness. But wait, why was the TV still on and now switched to Vicky’s favorite sports channel? The room felt suddenly cold as an all-too-familiar voice whispered, “Are you ready for some football?”
For songs of long lost harmony.
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Was that really me?
I peer into life’s mirror and like what I see.
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Pushed to the brink
‘Oh no!’ you can feel your heart sink,
‘What shall I do? Bolt?’ But
Escape is never the answer. Summon
Resourcefulness and courage; charge, don’t shrink
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Seema’s hands shook as she dialled the number; she shivered involuntarily as the phone started to ring at the other end.
What a shock it had been to know Ma was not her biological mother. No wonder people always said, “Hey, you are soooo UNLIKE your mother.” Who was her real mother, and why had she abandoned her? Perhaps the answer was at the other end of the line, but did she really want to know? Ma loved her and that was all that mattered.
Seema was about to disconnect when a voice answered; “The number you have reached is no longer in service“. It was music to her ears.
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