O’ Moon You Were The Spectator !

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O’ Moon you were the spectator

of year that passed by -leaving

cynical ages behind.

Of wounds that were made

which aches and tear apart my soul

are everlasting !

Of broken dreams that scratch

these wounds hard

and the brimming blood

nourishes my heart.

Of wishes unfulfilled that

pricks like thorns,

cuts like a sword; sharp and fine.

Of the rains of my fate which

were destined for someone other’s home.

Of the grave that lies

in a corner of my heart where

un-listened prayers sleep.

Of the un-heard moans and sobs

of my injured heart that

spoke through eyes

alas! no one was there to read.

Of my eternal search inside

myself – The search of self

search of The Divine.

Of the enduring solitude

Of  the withering bliss

in the spring of my life.

O’ Moon you were the spectator

of metamorphosis that de-colorized

my life’s zest from

white to Black and shades of grey.

O’ Moon I am scared

Of the abyss I have to jump in with

open eyes and wide arms but

crying heart and stinging soul

in near future.

O’ Moon be my guest

hold my hand and walk with me

through the vexatious path

towards the ultimate future

where each step pierce the countless

blisters of my jaded soul.

O’ Moon can you endure

my feelings pure?

O’ Moon can you give me

your shoulders to cry on ?

O’ Moon can you bear

the dilemma that is near?

The moon smiled and spoke

words that I am in a habit to hear.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea”

And veiled its childlike silver face

underneath the blue clouds

on the limitless sky

where a new year was beginning

just as a ray of hope

rises through melancholy and gloom.

The Speak Easy Challenge.

Story Of A 2064’s Grand-Ma !

1990's -When people used to think 'real ideas'
1990’s -When people used to think ‘real ideas’

1990’s :

Mom and Daughter:

Mom: Where are you going my darling?

Daughter: To play with my friends Mommy, we have invented a new game and the idea was mine !

Mom: Wow ! That’s good. Your brainwaves are so innovative. Go play but don’t go too far.

Daughter: Okay, Mommy.

Brother And Sister:

Brother: I have discovered a new library and they have the best books collection.

Sister: Oh wow, Please give me its address.

Brother: No, you first tell me the story of book you just read.

Sister: Okay.

Grand Daughter And Grand Ma:

Grand Daughter: Please tell me the stories of your past Grand-Ma !

Grand Ma: Okay sweetheart, Come here sit in my lap and I will tell you many stories.

Grand Daughter: Yay ! Thanks Grand-Ma.

xx_____________________xx

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2013 – When Ideas went online !

2013 :

Mom and Daughter:

Mom: Where are you going sweetheart ?

Daughter: In my room Mommy ! I am working on a new website. The idea was mine.

Mom: Wow ! That’s good. Your brainwaves are so innovative. Go but please come out for lunch.

Daughter: Okay, Mommy !

Brother And Sister:

Brother: I have discovered the fastest torrent website online.

Sister: Please give me it’s address, I have to download a movie.

Brother: No, First remove that weird photo of me with our family you have posted on your face book.

Sister: Okay.

Grand Daughter and Grand Ma:

Grand Ma: Have you checked my new post on my blog ?

Grand Daughter: Sorry Grand-Ma I didn’t get time.

Grand Ma: Okay I am un-friend-ing you on Face book !!

xx_____________________xx

1934 - When we'd be the weirdest Grand Parents !
2064 – When we’d be the weirdest Grand Parents !

2064:

Mom and Daughter:

Daughter : Mommy ! My friend told me today that long ago there were people who don’t used to have sharp brains like us but they were energetic and used to think of bright ideas about life.

Mommy: No sweetheart don’t think about that. Save your brainwaves. Go recharge your brain.

Grand Ma standing besides them, Smiles !

Grand Daughter and Grand Ma:

Grand Ma: Come sweetheart we are playing the latest version of Grand Theft Auto ! It is amazing.

Grand Daughter: No, Grand Ma ! You play. I have to go with my Android friends.

Grand Ma smiles again !

xx_____________________xx

This weird post is written in response to Daily Prompt: Brainwave.

Credits:

First photo : SHADY.

Second and Third: Google.

 

Education Means Enlightened hearts, Not Straight A’s !

Inside of a classroom with back to school on the chalkboard

Cute little kids with shining eyes and huge heavy school bags on their shoulders…. This is what comes to my mind when I think about schools.

Life is a race. The one who stops, fails. You have to run fast to achieve your goals and this running fast for a school kid means he has to study hard to get good grades. He has to pass four exams and many tests in one year with excellent marks. He has to be brilliant in studies and has to answer his teacher’s questions during lectures. He must shine in studies no matter how shining he is or not in his real life. 

On the other hand teachers have to cover a huge syllabus in one year. They have to check home works of hundreds of students everyday and papers four times a year. They have a fixed time for their lecture and they sometimes have to deliver consecutive lectures without any break. They don’t know the names of students in their class. They sometimes do remember the names of some top students and some bottom ones. All they worry about is how excellent is the result of their class at the end of year.

This is our school system.This is our education system about. A number of big school buildings with high fees and charges for admission have been constructed in a past few years. They don’t care about the quality of education, quantity is the only thing that matters. An innocent kid enters school and a cramming youngster passes out after 10 years. No one keeps a record of what he has learnt that would help him in his life? What are the improvements in his personality and attitude ? How strong is his character and how confident are his aims? All that matters is a result card with stars and excellent grades and straight A’s.

The real question isn’t about the problems. It is about the solutions. In my opinion, If people stop using education system as a means of earning money and start thinking honestly about the future of our youngsters, these problems can be solved. And if teachers think more about character building and less about the syllabus and students think more about correcting themselves and less about getting good grades. Obviously this is possible only if there is no pressure on their heads.

Our grand-Ma’s and Grand-Pa’s are more intelligent and have more wisdom then our parents and us. They didn’t even go to schools. Then from where did they learn all this ? We don’t learn wisdom from schools. We learn wisdom by experiencing life and this is possible only if we keep our eyes open. Problems these children have to face in real life can’t be solved by Maths formulas or equations. Nor is their depression lessened by arithmetic and geometry. It requires wisdom and courage which comes only if you have an open mind and enlightened heart.

Napoleon once said, “Give me educated Mothers and I will give you an educated Nation“. He surely don’t meant Mothers with brilliant grades but he meant Mother’s with wisdom and open hearts. That is what education is all about. You may have read about Bill gates story, how he was not a good student and his friend was a brilliant one; and now He is the owner of Microsoft and his friend is his employee. Albert Einstein couldn’t even speak when he was four and his teachers were of the opinion that he wouldn’t make anything of himself. Benjamin Franklin was dropped out of school at age ten. History is full of examples like that.

No doubt studying is important to earn a good living . But more important than that is keeping mind and heart open, pondering upon the nature, experiencing life to enlighten our hearts and most importantly trying, trying again no matter how many times we fail ! We will be educated then, in true means.

A post written in response to Daily Prompt: The New School.

 

 

When Money Killed Him

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A dark room

Full of spiders and

Piles of gold and Money

Ruby, Emerald , Diamonds

Lustrous Treasure

And he trapped inside

 

Tired was his body after

Searching a way out

Tired was his soul after

Searching for life

A vivid hallucination

Occupies him

 

How many fat lies

He has spoken

How many innocent people

He has betrayed

For the same money;

Lying under his feet

 

It can’t buy- eternal happiness

Nor can it buy

Love and friendship

No calm good night sleep

Not even his freedom

 

Regrets amplified

Embarrassment multiplied

His incessant repentance

All his life, He ran behind

A void abstract glitter

That was gone

 

Cursed of being Rich

With gold and diamonds

Around his body

He died of ‘Money’

Long before his death

By hunger and thirst.

 

A post written in response to Daily Prompt: You’re a Winner!

While Taking A Photograph -A Moment Of Clarity

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Me and my uncle share a special connection. We’d meet at holidays once a year and that time proves to be a crucial time for me. He has three kids who are no different than the chipmunks, I be the Alvin. They turn my house upside down in front of my eyes and I could do nothing but change my positions sitting on my couch, trying to control my anger. While at the same time my uncle cleans out every eatable in my fridge.

I remember an incident from the last time he visited me. He needed a photograph for his passport and asked me to help him. I knew my life is in danger as it was his utmost duty to ruin family group photos every time. Even though, I agreed. I had to.

I take a glance of him through the lens of my camera. He is sitting on a chair with a broken leg (thanks to his kids) and looking right towards me. I notice some gradual changes in his appearance. His face turns more red and his eye-brows move some more towards his head and closer to his nose. His jaws seems like coming out of his skin. A thin red vein is visible on his neck and it feels stretched like a rubber band. His eyes bulge out even more as if he has seen a zombie coming towards him. He is still – I feel like he’d give a sound of  ‘tunn – tunn’ if I hit him with a stick.

I was horrified. Before I could pull out my head and ask him, I hear a strange sound. Like someone has made a hole in a Tyre and air is blowing out with pressure.

I figured out, he just had his moment of clarity. Do you had ?

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A post written in response to Daily Prompt: Moment of Clarity

Credits: 

Idea taken from a lesson in my Urdu book of 6th or 7th grade, I don’t remember now exactly.

Image: Imagesss.com

Pages From Diary Of A School Girl

Ghosts Of December
Ghosts Of December

December 23rd, 2005

Dear Diary,

Today was a bright day, partly because the sun was bright and partly because I got my results today. My class teacher who is the sweetest person I’ve ever met, gave me the certificate and first prize. She kissed my cheek in front of the whole class and said, “Congrats sweetheart”. I blushed and smiled. My friends were happy for me. Everyone loves me.

My mom gave me my favorite chocolate brownie for lunch today and after eating that, I played hide and seek with my friends. It was the best day ever.

December 23rd, 2007

Dear Diary,

I am taking the final exams of my fifth grade in school so I have to study hard. My mom says I am a grown up girl now so I should behave well in public but I don’t know how to behave well. I still love running away after ringing the door bells of houses and telling stupid jokes to my friends and laughing out loud.

I sometimes feel awkward when my friends keep admiring me because of my beauty and looks. But this is fine I guess. They are my best friends. Life is good.

December 23rd, 2009

Dear Diary,

Tears have blocked my throat as I write this. I am alone in this dark silent room scared of my own shadow. My friends don’t talk to me and people around me hate me. My smiles are abandoned and my life is a living hell.

It all started when last month, on my way back home my car met an accident. My face was injured badly. I heard doctors saying that these big black scars will fade away in some years. When I saw my face in the mirror I hated it and smashed the mirror into pieces. After that I cried hysterically scratching my face with my nails.

My mom has removed all mirrors from my room now. Doctor says that I am in depression and I should not look at my face. I am tired of listening heartbreaking comments from people. They HURT me. I feel like I am dying.

December 23rd, 2011

Dear Diary,

Life has become cruel. Are LOOKS everything ? I keep wondering in my lonely December nights sobbing in my bed but I don’t find answers. I never caused any harm to anyone nor did I think about anyone negatively then why do people hate me ? Just because I am not beautiful anymore? Why don’t they see my heart ? It is the SAME.

My vision just got blurred with tears but there is no one to wipe them. No one to pat me on my back and say, “You are beautiful, I see your beauty”. But I have decided to be strong. What if I look ugly, I am not ugly from inside and I will make people see my heart.

December 23rd, 2013

Dear Diary,

A new flower blossomed in my heart today and I am filled with its fragrance. Today was my best friend’s birthday who was not talking to me since my accident. I made a card for her with my own hands last night and in the morning when she got it laying on her chair and read it, I saw her crying. She came to me and gave me a hug saying “I am sorry !”. I smiled.

I made 10 birthday cards with my hands this year and now all of my friends love me again. One of my class fellows got sick for weeks. I gave her my notebooks so that she can complete her work. Her smile has filled my heart with calmness and peace.

I have never felt that happiness before that I feel now by making people smile. Every time a person smiles because of me, a flower of peace and happiness blossoms in my heart and I pass on its fragrance to others. I have learnt a lesson, living for others is the real way to live life.

After all, Beauty is not in the face; beauty is a light in the heart.

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Image credits: Google.

A post written for Weekly Writing Challenge: Ghosts of December 23rds Past

An Excruciating Spasm Of Guilt

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Lies inside her silvered heart

A golden memory wrapped in layers of mist

And a guilt torn apart

Tiny finger wrapped in warmth

Of embrace of her graceful Mother’s hands

As she teaches her to walk forth

Having lunch on the first day

At school, feeling touch of her mother’s hand on bread

Smiles the shine in her eyes grey

While kids play with toys, she pour

Her innocent wishes to her Mother’s mind -laying in her lap

As her Mother teaches her to endure

Having a single meal that day

She Glances at her Mother sleeping peacefully- and recall

She had nothing but water today

As grains of sand slip through hand

Time flew by, fading her childhood in mystic wraps

Now she was a girl strong enough to stand

Cherished was the ethereal time

Befallen under shadows of her Mother’s Love Divine

Problems dimmed by the wind chimes

With a flash her world shattered

Broken was her Mother’s heart, by her words angry and harsh

-She left with tears flooded

And came back on a stretcher

Wounded-Lifeless her Mother’s lies on blood filled white sheet

With a brand new shawl there

Woman who walked with her mother;told

She bought this shawl for her beloved daughter

To make her anger cold

Mind paralyzed and confused

She looked at her Mother’s feet- and Remembered she had

No money to buy shoes.

A post written in response to The Daily Prompt.

Five Steps To Establish A New Planet Lazily

Okay so today’s daily prompt has just given me fits of giggles. I haven’t seen this type of insanely ridiculous topic ever in daily prompt. I guess the author of daily prompt may be scared of The walking dead Apocalypse or he/she is missing Terra Nova these days. Either ways, the idea of designing another planet seems funny. I would like to run my imagination wild anyway. Did I mention he/she called it Inter-planet Janet ? 😀

Step 1: Assigning a name:

Earth Burger would be nice, eh ?
Earth Burger would be nice, eh ?

The planet we live on is Earth. We have Mars, Jupiter and Saturn etc as our neighbors. I mean don’t all of these names sound boring to you ? The name of a planet should be of some delicious food like dark chocolate fudge or cheese cake or something like chicken chili or Biryani or large chicken pizza with some extra cheese…hhmmmm !!… ( Sorry, that was my belly ). Just imagine every time you call the name of your planet, your mouth will be filled with water. Instead of saying “I swear to Mother Earth” you’ll say “I swear to Mother Chocolate fudge” and all your worries except of food will disappear. Or if you are not a food junkie like me, why not call it ‘The Lazy Earth’ ? I know there is a lazy person hidden inside each one of you. It is time to pay tribute to him.

Step 2: Designing Weather And Seasons:

Rise sun with your thumb !
Make the sun rise with your thumb !

While living on Earth and experiencing its technological developments, I got into the habit of doing things by just clicking a button. A touch on a touch screen works well too. So I would like to give every inhabitant of my planet a device with lots and lots of buttons, each button for a different season and climate. They will have the sun rise and sun fall whenever they want. They will have rain and a romantic cloudy windy weather in one click. Mummies of my planet won’t have to worry about waking their children up with the sun rise even on Sundays and couples won’t have to worry about having a date in romantic weather. And lazy people like me will keep turning on the night mode and sleeping whole day. Being lazy is a ‘THING’ don’t you know ?

Step 3: Providing Some Unique Necessities:

Water,air and food being the necessities of life is out dated. Earth is full of sharp wise people who love irritating innocent lazy people like me. My planet would be a lovely place for the lazy ones. I have designed some equipment in my mind that would be a part of every home on my planet. A short list of which includes:

1-  Automatic Bed Maker:

See the magic !
See the magic !

Yes ! Don’t laugh. I hate it when every morning my mom instead of asking me to sleep more , shouts at me for not making my bed. I have to stop this violence. My beloved lazy people have to stand beside the bed and say the magic spell “O bed, Make yourself ! ” and BOOM……!!

2-The Lazy Mug:

automatic drink stirrer
Who wants coffee ?

This mug stirs the coffee automatically so you don’t need to move your hands anymore to stir it with a spoon. Now you can enjoy bed tea in winters without worrying about your laziness.

3- The automatic book reading chair:

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Excited ?

Yes you have guessed it right. This chair do wonders. It holds your book , automatically turns its pages for you and move the book in whatever direction you want. I have added an additional function in it. It can also read for you in its own voice if you are not in a mood to use your mind. Yeah you have to still move your eye balls for watching pictures.Don’t worry, I will invent something to avoid it soon !

4- Automatic Pancake Maker:

I have a crush on food since childhood.
I have a crush on food since childhood so…

This machine will make your mornings easier specially if you have to make breakfast for the whole family. Forget about making pancakes in pans…nah! Use this machine. It can save your several precious seconds.

5- The sock buddy:

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Best buddy in winters

Hate doing hard work for pulling up socks in winters? Here’s the solution. The best buddy in winters. Happy winters.

Step 4: Choice of Inhabitants:

 

When Mr. Bean meets Justin Bieber !
When Mr. Bean meets Justin Bieber !

Any creature like Mr.bean or Justin Bieber will be accepted here. Every person should have one weird quality and they will be registered through that quality. I don’t need violence so leave your guns at home. Cooks and chefs who can make delicious food for me are warmly welcomed. All the fashion Divas and hot movie heroes should come. I love Keanu Reeves so he will have a special guest treatment here. People who think they are ‘something’ are restricted. Teachers are restricted too as they have tortured our innocent civilization so much. Robots are welcomed. Dudes with fake 6 packs and girls with plastic surgeries of everything have a special place here. Hot white dudes with blue eyes and foreign accent should pack their bags already. Aliens from Mars are invited to pay visits frequently. Welcome home buddies !

Step 5: Executing The Above Mentioned Plans:

Dozing Off.....
Dozing Off…..

Eww Hard work ? And this soft bed….I should better sleep.

 

 

 

 

An Open Letter To ‘Him’

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Hey, Love !

Today is the day. Yes it is the day to finally tell you how I feel about you. Isn’t sharing our feelings with each other a rare thing for us now ?

Three whole years have passed by. Many years have yet to come. And you were there with me, like a shadow protecting a small nourishing plant with light green leaves and maiden buds, lying under the blue sky without any shelter but your shadow. You were there, right beside me by the dusk and dawn of my life… Through the most crucial times and the ecstatic ones. In my life’s dilemmas  whenever I have looked towards you with question marks in eyes, your words “I am here” have always proved out to be the best answers.

I reminisce the time when you told me that you love me , right after a week or so of seeing me. I was mad at you. Back then I didn’t believe in love  or most precisely ‘love at first sight‘ . I thought you may be like the other hundreds and thousands. I never knew you were ‘The One‘ . I broke your heart but I felt the pain myself. And when I realized that I love you too, it was too late. ‘Things‘ have not been at our side lately, Love. They never will be. Nature may not accept us as one but our hearts will keep this feeling sealed inside firmly.

Your cheeks are so soft like a baby’s” , I said. And you smiled. If I was a painter, I would be painting by pouring out colors of you on the canvas. You are beautiful. Your dark brown eyes still haunt me at nights leaving me stunned by their charm. Your broad forehead where I used to write my name with my finger and your hands so firm yet delicately holding mine…. Your hair… I can still feel their smoothness on my fingers. Your fragrant breath perfuming mine. That sense of protection I have felt as you en-wrap me in your arms has no comparison. Your warm embrace always melts my frozen body. I can give away everything I have to get it back. I feel so weak and vulnerable without you. The way you used to hold my hands while driving and the way we used to eat together so comfortably is unforgettable.Your decency impressed me at first and your confident personality made me fall for you. You are beautiful, Love is beautiful.

I cherish every single time when I had your shoulder while crying away my miseries. I know staying with me emotionally is never been easy on you. No one could stay with a highly depressed bipolar patient but you did. I don’t see your face for months but your voice always has a magical effect on me. You have been my best friend. You know my every secret, every little detail about me. Things I have never shared to anyone. I revealed myself to you.And you have never let me down for this. You hide your problems just not to make me worry. The fact that you care for me and  I am important to you means everything to me. You once said , “I am nothing, with you I am everything” and I engraved those words on my heart. I trust you and I believe in you, Love.

I have always been complaining to you about how you are not giving me enough of your time to talk and you were not there when I needed you. I apologize to you for all those complaints today. I got you and I thought I have got a magical prince who will understand me without me sharing anything and who will stay with me all the time. I was living with you in a fantasy world. All my dreams and wishes are tied to you. Every time they break, I break. My life has never been anything more than pain and heart aches. You are my only medicine. I look up to you for everything Love. Let me live in the fantasy world. Coming in the reality scares me. Reality is bitter. Life is bitter.

They ask me to tell why do I cherish you. I cherish you because you are mine. I cherish our seraphic relationship. I cherish you because we stood up together against the nature who exerted its full effort to make us apart. We may not be together like people use to be in this world but we will be together in our own way, forever. Hot tears trickle through my eyes and slip through my cheeks as I write this. People say Love is pain. I say abandoned Love is pain.

Let us live in our own fantasy world. Let us make a home there by a river under green trees. Let us listen to the birds chirp and fresh breeze’s music together. Let us walk hand in hand in the moon light leaving foot prints on the sand. Let us get absorbed in the symphony of rain drops.Let us enjoy snow fall in December nights.Let us build our dreams again.Let us fall into silence as words have always been useless between us. Let us sing the songs of peace and compose our own tunes. Let us dive into the valley of Love and search for the exquisite pearls of happiness and contentment. Let us solve the paradox of life together. Let us breathe without our artificial masks in the fresh air. Let us forget the realities for a moment.Let us be ourselves. Let us live, Love and laugh together as we are one. We are made for each other. I love you and I will love you forever.

                                                                                                                                                           With Love,

Your one and only Love.

This post is written in response to Daily Prompt: My Number One.

Forgive And Forget ?

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Image Credits: Google

Forgiveness; A renowned trait possessed by our Lord. As we are that Lord’s creation, He puts bits of His traits inside us.

Repentance; A trait possessed by us only as we are puppets of vice who commit crimes at times and repent for them at other times.

We Repent , He forgives.

What if we repent , do other humans forgive ?

I have been clutched to the past chapters of my life’s book through the same hook;forgiveness. Some lessons were learnt, some people were forgiven but I never was able to forget those people and circumstances. I never could. I feel like those happenings were paramount elements towards revolutionizing ‘Me’. The person I am now is absolutely different from the person I used to be. Back then, I had no idea how atrocious and merciless life can prove to be. Bitter enough to change an entire person’s nature. Who says Nature can not be changed ? I invite him to meet me.

I have been walking continuously through this journey called life, carrying an unwanted burden of crushed trust, broken promises, betrayal and abandoned love on my weak shoulders. I never knew that friends could behave like worst enemies and people who are unknown to you can use their full effort to destroy you out of jealousy , until life decided to teach me lessons. Lessons that were undesired but ample.

A very dear friend of mine who continued stabbing my back and when I found out, it was too late. I forgave her and never made her realize in what crucial ways her actions have affected my entire life. But I never managed to forget her. Another incident has just evolved on my mind, when I was accused of doing an act that is considered as a big sin in our culture and society , by some gross people, in public. I fought hard to prove my innocence. I was my own lawyer back then, and the judge was the whole society around me. I lacked confidence and logic but I fought , with truth as my weapon. That was the first time I felt my breath freezing inside me when no one trusted me at that time. Pain exploded out of every inch of my body but I chose silence , as a strong character was the only sacred thing I had. I was not ready to compromise it in public. Later on when the same people who didn’t trust me before, came to know the truth they automatically started respecting me. The people who accused me apologized and I forgave them. My silence proved to be the best revenge as I am seeing those people failing in every step of life in front of my eyes from four years now. And I have a firm belief; Even if you forgive people who accuse you for their amusement, Nature takes revenge at any cost .

With this, I close my book. I hope Someday , someone rewrites these agonizing chapters of my life with the ink of happiness and contentment. Hope is the key after all.

This post is written in response to Daily Prompt: Forgive and Forget?

Weekly Writing Challenge: Collecting Detail |Hunger

Image credits: Google
Image credits: Google

My children managed to eat a good meal today and got their tummies full after a month or two. I have got three sons and two daughters. We along with my wife live in a small hut of 1 room. There is no separate space for a kitchen or anything else. My wife has made a corner of this room a kitchen. Our kitchen consists of a single brown stove whose every inch is rusted now. This stove is not in our use from quite a month or so because we hardly get anything to eat daily. I look at my children sleeping on the ground at night in torn old filthy clothes with empty bellies daily and my dreams for their future break into tiny little pieces like shards of glass and hurt my soul leaving it wounded. I wake up every morning with a new energy and hope and till night, this energy eats me up. I may be a bad father and a bad husband but I love my family and I die once everyday feeling hopeless for them.

However today is my day. I am watching my children having a good meal. The smiles on their faces have turned my guilt into a peaceful happiness. I close my eyes and suddenly a flashback took me to the place where it all started today….

I was walking on the road in search of some work like usual. Everybody was in a hurry to perform their duties. People with cell phones attached to their ears, people with briefcases ,  people wearing nice suits and people wearing filthy torn clothes like me. Cars;big and small were occupying the road as if they own it. Small children with blue, red and pink school bags , holding each other’s hands , smiling and giggling, just passed by in a line. A thin middle aged school teacher wearing glasses was teaching them how to cross a road. A cool breeze was blowing and giving me shivers. The sky feels so blue and relaxed…. silent like the silence after a big storm passes. When suddenly the silence was torn apart by a loud horn followed by a blast. I stopped and looked backward. A gold colored shining new car just got hit by a huge gigantic black truck and caught fire. I rushed towards the place where the accident had occurred and all of a sudden a huge crowd was gathered around the place. Truck driver was fine but car was all bashed and driver was wounded badly. I pulled him out of the car with the help of some people. His head was bleeding badly and tiny drops of blood started gathering around his head on the road. He had wounds all over his body. His face which may be fresh before a few seconds felt all pale and weak now.He was alive but unconscious. He was wearing a black suit which seemed to be very expensive. A gold watch could be seen on his wrist and an expensive mobile phone was hanging out from his pocket. People were calling the emergency now.

Sitting there suddenly my mind got all blurred with the faces of my children. I had always wished a wonderful life for them like this man was having and they are striving to live and for food everyday in spite of enjoying the luxuries. My heart was filled with anger and hate for myself and at once a thought triggered my mind. I looked at his watch and cell phone and thought about my children and their innocent faces. Hunger blocks your mind and you forget who you are. I was forgetting myself too.

After a few minutes an ambulance came. People dragged that man and put him in the ambulance. A black suit was all that was left on his body. I moved towards my home with a full pocket and a blocked mind and heart……where my children were hungry and waiting for me.

This story is written in response to Weekly Writing Challenge: Collecting Detail.