A man was rushing rapidly on his bike.His eyes were fixed on the road while he could feel the grip of two tiny hands around his waist." Daddy, i think we will make it in time" a little girl spoke behind him. He took a left turn and felt relieved after seeing the school gate still open. He checked his watch as the little girl got down with a heavy bag on her back.(The bag undoubtedly was as heavy as she was).It was 8:50.He gave a sigh of relief.She gave her dad a good day kiss and turned away. The man watched her daughter join the remaining dozens of kids who kept up popping out of autos and cars.Some were coming by walk.The man started the engine as the girl entered the school and drove away.
The man was just a few metres away from the school gate when he passed by a tea shop on the roadside. He might have noticed it from the corner of his eye but Little did he acknowledge the fact that a boy merely his daughter's age stood in front of it , watching the school gate and the kids going through it. In fact, he never left the sight of the them especially in this hour of the day.He used to examine their uniforms and compare with his torn shabby clothes .He couldn't help but peek at their shoes and look down at his bare feet which bore untreated injuries. He never understood what was so special about that gate. "Why were those kids going through it?Why not me?" he thought.
He walked towards a parked car nearby, examined himself in the glass window and tried to straighten his untidy hair." You rascal! what are you doing there?" he could hear his owner barking. He quickly ran into the tea shop. The thought of school never left him.Minutes later, he was supposed to serve tea for a customer when the sight a school going boy passing by the tea shop grabbed his attention. He wanted to take a closer look due to his growing inquisitive nature.Eyes widened as he fastened his pace towards the school boy unaware of not to spill out a drop from the tea glass he was holding. Undoubtedly, he ended up colliding with a customer, spilling out the tea all over his shirt. The next moment he was badly being beaten by the owner. Slap! Slap!. Every slap took his breath away.He could hear the slang that was spit on him between every interval after his cheek turned blood red with the slap.
TBC
Monday, July 6, 2009
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
"IT HAPPENS"-3
He examined the ticket for a while and thrust it into his jeans pocket. 5/100, he knew what it meant.
suddenly, an idea struck him. Seconds later Sam saw his friend running towards the girl.
" huh, what is he up to?" he wondered.
As he was running, Adi could hear Sam shouting " you bastard, why did you have to steal my wallet?".
It was difficult to cope up with the pace with which she was walking even in that heavy traffic. He finally managed to get beside her before trying to spit out his planned sequence of sentences.
By the time the girl noticed him, he forgot everything.
Adi ended up blocking the girl's path holding 495Rs in one hand and the ticket in the other. With a dumb face and shut mouth, he embarrassed himself.
She took a few moments to understand the situation as Adi was still trying to push out words.
Looking at Adi she quietly took the money and the ticket.She forced a smile, it barely widened her lips though.
"Thank you,I was in a hurry" she said and hinted Adi that she needed to move as he blocked her way.
"Oh i am sorry" he admitted and made way for her.
She couldn't avoid watching the bag Adi was wearing. It was a coffee coloured smart 'DIESEL' bag. Adi stood where he was, watched as she hurried along ....never turning back.Something told him not to go further. It was FATE.
Minutes later, a momentary huge sound of explosion eclipsed the traffic noise.
The next day, The girl was going through news channels on TV when she paused on a particular channel which was broadcasting " the scene after bomblast" as the newsreader said.
She watched it without a blink of an eye until the cameraman zoomed into a blood-soaked torn bag lying along with other damaged lifeless bodies spreadeagled on the road.
Her eyes were fixed on 'DIESEL' which was partially visible now.
It was a long pause before she broke down and started crying............
THE END.
suddenly, an idea struck him. Seconds later Sam saw his friend running towards the girl.
" huh, what is he up to?" he wondered.
As he was running, Adi could hear Sam shouting " you bastard, why did you have to steal my wallet?".
It was difficult to cope up with the pace with which she was walking even in that heavy traffic. He finally managed to get beside her before trying to spit out his planned sequence of sentences.
By the time the girl noticed him, he forgot everything.
Adi ended up blocking the girl's path holding 495Rs in one hand and the ticket in the other. With a dumb face and shut mouth, he embarrassed himself.
She took a few moments to understand the situation as Adi was still trying to push out words.
Looking at Adi she quietly took the money and the ticket.She forced a smile, it barely widened her lips though.
"Thank you,I was in a hurry" she said and hinted Adi that she needed to move as he blocked her way.
"Oh i am sorry" he admitted and made way for her.
She couldn't avoid watching the bag Adi was wearing. It was a coffee coloured smart 'DIESEL' bag. Adi stood where he was, watched as she hurried along ....never turning back.Something told him not to go further. It was FATE.
Minutes later, a momentary huge sound of explosion eclipsed the traffic noise.
The next day, The girl was going through news channels on TV when she paused on a particular channel which was broadcasting " the scene after bomblast" as the newsreader said.
She watched it without a blink of an eye until the cameraman zoomed into a blood-soaked torn bag lying along with other damaged lifeless bodies spreadeagled on the road.
Her eyes were fixed on 'DIESEL' which was partially visible now.
It was a long pause before she broke down and started crying............
THE END.
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