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Kill-h-er

Killher

Theme:Domestic Violence

Genre:Thriller

For years, she has asked herself, "how?"
as her love got lost with broken vows
Every day has heaped her hurts
from the man who once ruled her heart
With passing days and nights, she has gathered courage
to stand and give her soul its last homage

Soon a blare bawls in her ears
that finally ends her pain of years
With a moment full of trembles quivers and shivers
she kills a story of innocence with a single trigger

A black tainted tear wells off her eye
as the gun drops from her hand hanging high
All the wounds and scars seems healed
with his soul lying but body killed

She has gifted the evolving man his mirror
who considered her weak fragile and inferior
Then, She howls and uplifts her hands in air
as the vicious circle around her neck is again a jewel mere 

She gives her house a final look
and walks to write the last page of her book
Gallantly, she calls a hundred of cops to cope
For spreading her message in a society too rot.

Happy International Women's Day

About To Cry

The weather was cuddling the wind within its mighty embrace of black giant clouds. Trees seemed to enjoy drenching with the icy cold drizzle and the wind appeared to be an orchestra for them to dance. I was spellbound to see nature playing with itself. I craned my neck outside the window to observe it more closely but then I realised I was in class. So, I desperately prayed for it to over soon. As it ended, I jumped off my desk with excitement and asked my beloved bench-mate if she could accompany me for a walk with nature, her eyes instantly said yes. But then she remembered that she had a project work to complete so, unwillingly she said no and gloomed. I cheered her up by saying, “I will get someone else for company, you concentrate on your project, it’s more important”. We both chuckled. With that, I left the college happily for hostel.

As soon as I reached hostel, the sweet drizzle turned into heavy rain and I scowled as I never found rain as wonderful as people describe, in a way, I avoided it.

In my hostel’s room, I waited for the damn rain to cease. Meanwhile, I fixed my eyes on door to grab one of my hostel buddies for the stroll. The rain slowed its pace and my friend came to my room. I was thrilled as in my mind I had planned a picture-perfect walk. With child-like-wide smile, which I usually showered on whom I love, I asked her to join me. Her breath doubled, eyes got wider and folds conquered her forehead. Then, She bellowed, “I’m busy, I will not go anywhere” and left. From my imaginary picture perfect walk she freed my hold with a jerk. The pampered child in me, who used to raise voice but had never witnessed such a loud pungent reply, immediately withdrew the smile and replaced it by a quivering disgust.

For few minutes, I sat stock-still there on my bed busy understanding what’s happened. As the rain again started to blare, my heart replayed all the moments in which we’re together, all our outings for which I have sacrificed my business, my tiredness, my incomplete writings……., and the moments where she has made me feel like a family. Her love and care for me stood in front of my eyes fighting with her, a moment ago, words that have left me today nagging. I locked my door and sat on the corner of my bed. I unveiled a small portion of window to get a glimpse of world. I craved for her to be beside me at that very instant. My heartfelt heavy, throat chocked and my eyes blurred.

I was about to cry.

But then, someone knocked at my door. It was her asking for broom. I quickly packed my tears inside the eyes even before coming out, pasted a plastic smile and gave her the broom. She left. The clamour suppressed outside and inside once again bawled. The tears that were waiting to be shed finally welled arcing through my cheek before falling. The cold breeze outside still tempted me. I consoled my heart not to get disheartened and asked it to have a walk with me after a sound sleep as the whole incident left me dizzy. But I felt enlightened with this thought as I liked walking alone. What's the last time I talked to myself? What's the last time I searched for the brightest star? What's the last time I searched shapes in clouds? What's the last time I had laughed on me? These questions made me to laugh at myself for searching for a company when the only person I needed to spent time was me. In an attempt to keep everyone happy I had forgotten to keep myself happy. While networking with "what's-on-your-mind (facebook)", "What's-happening (twitter)", "Last-seen-at (whatsapp)","+1s (google+)" etc, in one word, strangers, I had got disconnected from my own self. I stood up from my bed. Once again, peeped out of the window and asked the nature, “Would you join us?” The wind turned swift, the cloud cleared and sun gazed from its puffy cotton ball disguise. It appeared as if they’re saying, “Yes”. And a strange smile ran on my face.

Happily, I dozed off.

Leftovers

Standing under sun May your part fade away That Resides in me Changing my every turn.

Sharpness

With a drop of wetness 
And a touch of redness 
Eyes are the best sword. 

Her Rebirth

This story has been written from the main character's perspective i.e. Megha,

Enjoy Reading!

"It had been an exhausting day for me, as usual. Another big deal was waiting to be concluded. Everything was done. Most of staff had already left except some, who were on their extra shift, and my secretary. I looked up at the clock, 7.00 pm.  My mother face flashed in my mind. I sighed as I recalled my mother’s words," Come back early today, I am making Dosa for you". She had come to my three- bedroom-hallow-apartment after almost seven years. But I couldn't make it to leave early. A tide of anger rose and fall inside me as my contemplation shifted from my mother’s woeful eyes to some documents on my desk that required my authorization. In a bid to release some steam I rose my chair and moved to the window and gazed at the down pour outside for few minutes before drawing the curtains to veil the diamond rain drops falling to dissolve on my cabin's windowpane. I ordered a steaming hot coffee, took a stroll around the cabin and finally again sat on my chair. But something inside me was unsettled. I let my eyes wander around my cluttered table when the small business card caught my attention, "Umeedh Bhavan, an orphanage”. In my ears the words of lady, from the orphanage that came for some donation stuff, was reverberating," There are many children without mother and many mothers without children, Ms. Megha".

My cell phone buzzed. I saw my best friend picture smiling within the frame bounded by that calling ring. As soon as I picked up the call, She started scolded me like she used to do when we were in college and I have forgot her birthday. A smile ran on my otherwise stubborn face but as she continued with her talks, I felt getting detached. Her voices were turning into a rattle with every bit of my strangling thoughts. It seemed hard to continue the conversation so I ended it abruptly with an easy excuse knowing that it would hurt her and me too.

As I sat propping my head on my hands, peon knocked to place my coffee on the table. I looked at the clock again, 7.45 pm. I was still couldn’t drag myself away from my desk to go home. Then, my secretary entered and told me that she's leaving. I, hastily, said yes and tried to sign the papers that I needed to handover to her. In the haste to sign it, I spilled the hot coffee all over the documents and I instantly yelled, "Shit! Papers!". She, with a bizarre expression on her face asked," Don't you love yourself?"I felt like the floor beneath me has faced an earthquake. I shivered and a cold sweat drenched me. I could hear the rain falling outside. "Don't worry Ma'am, I will print another copy", she continued after an awkward silence. Completely shaken by her words, I replied, "its okay, you may go now, and it’s already late". She replied politely" Thanks Ma'am and take care of the burn". Her words made me aware of the burn. But the burns were not the only hurt I received. Her comment, ” Don’t you love yourself?”, stung me even more.

The last time I had endured such anguish was when,

Seven years ago......

"Mom, I want this child" brimming confidence

"Don't be mad, we have a society to answer" shrugs

"Is society more important than your child's child?" An unanswered question

"Yes, when your child's father has left you and you're too young" voice trembles

"But my child is innocent and I am still here for it!" Strong words

"Megha, Don't forget I’m your mother" Voice reaching its height

"And I will be a mother!" Words trying to win

"Megha......" Slap

 A mother triumphed over a mother to be.

With the conversation that day, I lost my child and a part of myself. From that day, my life took a harsh turn where I was like a machine which couldn't feel anything so as not to feel the pain and guilt. I never blamed my mother or that man as they did their part but the one who didn't was me.

I picked up the visiting card and "What’s stopping me now?", I asked myself. "Exactly, nothing", the reply came. Then I opened my laptop but this time to follow my heart. It’s a long time that I again felt my lost thrill. I looked at my burn and smiled as it has extinguished a burn within. My fingers trembled from excitement as I typed the website address. And my renowned typing speed turned surprisingly slow like it’s was my first try at typing. The time it took to load made my heart to throb. And then, I finally the moment arrived when I clicked on "Adopt A Child".

Five years later.....

"Tie your seat belt, Khush"Mom, Chaya said I wrote it wrong but I didn't. See"

"What Khushi?"

"My homework diary, Mom"

"What? Gimme then"

I felt like thousands of crackers were bursting in the sky. I felt a missing contentment to finally accomplish me as I read the details filled by my daughter on the first page,

Mother's Name: Ms.Megha Sharma

Father's Name: Ms.Megha Sharma

I pulled my daughter into a tight hug, "It’s correct, Khushi".

I wiped away my tears on my sleeve still hugging my daughter."

Edited by:  Mr.K M Idamari

Mistake

She assumed his Hate,
He assumed her Love.