Thursday, July 20, 2017

Mother's Day



It is red. I have to wait for the green again. 
"Why cant these people build an Over bridge here " I thought.

I switched off the FM to get rid of the rubbish Ads that are annoying me.
It played the pen drive automatically.

"You put your arms around me and I'm home".... Christina Perry is awesome, I thought.

     A drop of sweat that fell down to the baby's cheek didn't disturb his sleep while his mother was begging for food. He was sleeping peacefully in the warmth of his mother's breast. Just like the song that is playing.
Its a blessing that he is a baby, because she only have to beg for a single stomach, I thought.
She looked  pale and in some pain.She was visibly handicapped, we can see that while she walks.
The wild noon sun was shining boldly over a glass black scar on her cheek. 

Her gaze had so many stories to tell. Who will listen to her in this busy city?
I gave her 50 Rupees and the doll I had in my dashboard which I bought for my niece .
what is his name? I asked.
"Anand " , She replied.

She stared at me gratefully as the green signal was on and the smoking cars started to move.
My car joined them after I gave a smile to the mother who is begging on the mothers day.

I felt proud of myself that I gave them money for food, I was an odd in the traffic signal.

My mind was full of the mother and the child during the  night. I decided that I will donate a part of my salary to the needy people like this. I really wanted to.

I could see my fan rotating making a cozy lullaby  through the soothing moonlight that enter into my open window. The sleep was sound.


********

The day was hectic. The traffic was terrific.
I saw her again in a blue saree. She was carrying her son onto her chest.
I waved at her, I don't know why i did that. She was looking at me mysteriously,
It seemed to me that she didn't recognize me at all. How many people she used to see every day, I thought.
She came near to my car as she took her kid from  right chest to put him to the left.
I noticed that was not a boy. I was flummoxed.
I asked her as I pull down my car's window. "You have two kids?
 "No"She said.
"Where is Anand " I was firm.
She walked away quickly without answering me.literally running .
I was so much disappointed that she was lying.
A big Lie.

I wanted to report this to Police, the first thing that came into my mind was that.

The fake mother in blue saree thwarted my day.


That night , the fan sounded noisy. Moonlight was annoyance.

I closed the window and the sleep was noisy.

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I followed her, she was walking very fast.
She hadn't  notice me yet.
She had a sleeping kid in her hand.
I am aware of this now, They abduct kids from various part of the country and they sedate kids with drugs to sleep and they use them as a tool for begging. A filthy business.
She entered a strange narrow way which leads to a slum like place.
I followed. Three men were looking at me harshly as they pulled the tobacco smokes to the souls of their lungs.
The smoke hit on my face. I hated it. But I smiled at them.Their looks turned light and they smiled back,  mysteriously though.
She got inside a small house and came out soon alone.
I knew it, I knew it,I whispered to myself.
She went back to the main road. I followed again.
The bunch of men who were smoking when i came to the slums neither noticed me nor her. Seemed like it was not tobacco.

She was very fast.

My throat was craving for water, I followed her.
I understood that she is going to cross the Railway tracks that leads to some huts that are kept near to the railway tracks illegally
There were less that 10 huts in that area. She went inside a hut.
It was stinking.
I tried to gather courage .
I walked , I crossed the railway tracks and walked straight to her hut.
I could hear her talking.

"Anand, How was your first day at school"

I was hungry, he replied.
Do you know what i brought for you today?
What? Wow... he said....

She was selfish. I thought first. But when I got into my car, I realized she is mother. She is doing it for her child. For his studies.


My mind filled with emotions.


I was on bed early that day as I skipped my dinner.

My mind was occupied by her.
What she is doing is right?

I don't know, There are things that cannot be answered, which are a mixture of rights and wrongs.

But I could make it right . I decided.

***********

The sun was already down as I crossed the railway tracks.
I got inside their hut while it was shaking from the vibration of the passing train.
"Hi Anand"....I Said.
He took his eyes from the book surprisingly.














Sunday, May 14, 2017

Reflections




 The knife reflected his face like a mirror, the water in the tub did the same.
 His cheeks were burning with hot blood like tears.
 His heart was aching.

He saw himself through the reflection.
He in the reflection disappeared gradually. Then it was his dad, Mom, sister, Brothers'....faces.
He realized it is not just him in his reflection, there are many.

He was confused. He continued to sit in the warm water for more than 4 hours looking at their faces.
His tears also contributed to the water in the tub along with the occasional drops that comes out from the tap.

The dreams He always wanted to walk on  lifted him up.
He walked. He ran. He ate. He cried, He rested and again He woke up. 
The Crews of his life made him stronger. They took his tears on their hearts.

He learned lessons. He learned to think with the brain and not just with the emotions.
He realized the very reason of the brain in people's personal life.

The memories are not fading. He want them all.

As he walked to his dreams finally,
He heard a song playing some where in the street......

"Now we've got holes in our hearts, yeah we've got holes in our lives
        we've got holes but we carry on"


                                                                                                    ~ A Psychopath

Monday, April 10, 2017

BIG B




I know I am weak.
I am one of those persons who usually forget my own Birth day.
I am don't remember any one's B'Day as well.
Facebook helps a lot to let me know the B'day of my friends.
There are some who expect and get disappointed by me because they were really waiting for the a B'Day wish from Me.
Some one who have me in their bottom of the Heart.

I am writing this ashamed to realize that I am so silly and I don't still live till the expectation of the people who really Love me and Care about me.

To my brother who cried for me, who supported to me, who care for me, who misses me so much.
Please understand, I am writing this on your heart with my blood ,

I am sorry.

Happy B'Day and let this year sooth you, let it make you laugh together with me, Let this year take you to new heights of thoughts and kindness.

I Love you.

                                                                                                                              ~ A Psychopath