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The syringe pierced the wrinkled dermis
and forced the green liquid in me.I was praying for it to pain less.This habit of
mine never changed. I hated the pain. At this age, it was
difficult to say , physical or emotional.I looked out of the
window as the sophisticated lady in pink tried to do away
with soothing words, but that couldnt give me the peace I was
craving for the past few months.
The song of "Krishna nee begane" interrupted my thoughts.
"Hi Sir, am I speaking to Mr. Narein salim?"
"Mmm"
"Sir, I'm calling from Natak vahintra regarding a life
The song of "Krishna nee begane" interrupted my thoughts.
"Hi Sir, am I speaking to Mr. Narein salim?"
"Mmm"
"Sir, I'm calling from Natak vahintra regarding a life
insurance"
"Sorry"
"Sorry"
I pressed the red hard. They are the only people who are
still the same, always called me, never forgot ppl like me.
The thought made me smile unconsciously.
The thought made me smile unconsciously.
Shantha had come in to do her rounds of sweeping.
She greets me with a "Salaam Sir" everyday and talks about
She greets me with a "Salaam Sir" everyday and talks about
her children and husband and work.I'm not sure if she does
the same in every other ward.
The syringe content was taking effect, but I fought back to
The syringe content was taking effect, but I fought back to
hear what she had to say today.She was happy that her
childrens principal gave her one week waiver to pay the
fees, but her mother in law was even more sick than usual,
her children had their exams today, she had to be home early
to..I dont remember the rest, but by the time I woke up,she
was not around.I felt bad. I always gave her 100rs at the
end of her narration for her children and today I was
planning to give the fees amount. She had left. I was
feeling dejected. But why should I ? I do not share any
relation with her, how can i expect from a lady , I see for
just 10 minutes? Expectations, thats the pain.
My father was a farmer. He had enough land acquired,
thinking of bringing me into his line.He would boast of his
farming , the nature. But I was keen on making quick
money.The quicker, the better.
I fumed over the foolish life I lead, ignoring the beauty of
relationships and nature, spending hours and hours locked
inside four walls looking with all might into a screen,staring
back at me lifelessly. No balance maintained.Blind folded by success and money.
My nose was itching. Mother says its when someone remembers you,
be it good or bad. But me, I had none.. Shantha had come in to say that she was
leaving.I can see she was excited, she is returning to her family after a day's
hard work.I called her and handed her an envelope.She looked at me with creased
eyebrows. I said " Yeh aapke liye nahi, apke baccho ke liye "
To which she said " dakyu.. bacho ne kal sikhaya" She blushed and ran off.
This world failed to take away her innocence. I was jealous.I sat upright and closed my eyes.
To which she said " dakyu.. bacho ne kal sikhaya" She blushed and ran off.
This world failed to take away her innocence. I was jealous.I sat upright and closed my eyes.
Ten years, married and a successful IT guy. I had everything
what I wanted. Considered myself the most luckiest person. A
beautiful wife, 2 flats, a car. Onsite travel sucked my near
ones away. But I realised it later, when I heard my mother
was sick. She had been ever since father left.She never
cared to join me and wife. She was stubborn, just like
me.There was no sympathy here and I couldnt make it , even
for her funeral.
That was the first time I was charged with repent. I loved
her dearly, but never had time for her.I brushed aside my
frustration and returned to pursue the run for achievements.
I didnt have children, few times I thought it was better,
I didnt have children, few times I thought it was better,
until my wife complained daily and I had to set her free for
another foreign guy.
I was sad, as you can imagine, but my career demanded more.
i plunged into it to forget the grief in life and here I am
on a bed with a fat PF,pension and a body with all possible
disorders.By the time I got educated on my mistakes, it was too
late.
My eyes welled up.My heart ached as though broke.I felt orphaned
in this world, which I thought I had conquered.I wanted to set it right. But
how? Anything under the sky is considered possible by us, but not the hands of
the time.I felt breathless, I am not going to control my emotions, I'm going to
let it pour out of me.I saw my mother's face, so divine, so innocent. My Dad's
feet, soiled and dirty , yet firm. My wife's tears for freedom.I dont have them
anymore. The next thing I saw was lights flashing above me and then a mask over
me and green costumes around. I wanted to tell them that it was just me crying.
It was nothing serious, but I couldnt talk." That Shantha used to place a
100 rs note on our deity steps and pray for him...but today I didnt see her do
that..and look what happened".I wanted to nudge the lady speaking and ask
more. But the atmosphere turned awful when the doctor came in, checked my pulse
and the readings, the lines on the screen which determined my state. His face
was awful when he looked away and asked if there is any to be informed. The
nurse leaned towards me and asked me "You want to tell me something?"
"Yes..yes...I WANT TO MAKE THIS RIGHT..I WANT TO LIVE AGAIN..PLEASE..I WANT EVERYTHING THAT I LOST" But her expression didnt change, I saw a tear roll down and the mask removed. "Hey..You cant do this. I havent finished"
As she pulled the green cloth on me, I knew its time for me..Time to tell the one reading this that Life is small and it's cunning , it doesnt give you a second chance.
"Yes..yes...I WANT TO MAKE THIS RIGHT..I WANT TO LIVE AGAIN..PLEASE..I WANT EVERYTHING THAT I LOST" But her expression didnt change, I saw a tear roll down and the mask removed. "Hey..You cant do this. I havent finished"
As she pulled the green cloth on me, I knew its time for me..Time to tell the one reading this that Life is small and it's cunning , it doesnt give you a second chance.
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