With every sunrise, sparkling sun-rays tear up the dark night and initiate a ray of hope in my heart’s plant moist with dew drops. It grows everyday, it has formed a big tree now. A tree that stopped giving fruits 30 years ago.
30 years of marriage and 3 beautiful children, What can be more perfect than that?
A hollowness grows inside me. Questions remain unanswered.
Mornings, a new chance, a new life — It was never for me.
I am still standing on the same spot where I stood 30 years ago — empty handed, When life snatched him from my hands.
And Life continues……
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This 100 words fiction (Not really) is written for Friday Fictioneers which demands a 100 word fiction inspired by the given photo. Check out the link if you want to participate.
A story dedicated to my family where the number of mentally abnormal children is increasing due to the trend of Cousin marriages. Story is inspired by my cousin, a girl who is 20 year’s old physically but her mind is like a small child’s mind. Scenes pictured here are fictional but the facts discussed are real.
“Colors – red, green and blue mixing with each other. Green color is at the top of red now. Red is busy mixing with blue”
“How can you guarantee that in future your daughter’s children would be normal when her own sister is abnormal?”
Silence – followed by tears.
“Sorry we can’t allow the relationship of my son with your daughter. He will find someone else”
“Colors – Red is at the top now. It has dissolved blue and green in it”
Sound of a slap followed by mournful cries.
“Colors transformed to black . Painful black”
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“She slapped me yesterday, My own sister. I won’t talk to her now. She thinks I can’t feel the pain but it hurts. She is not good and oh the cat finally ate the mouse”She thought to herself and giggled.
Her sister who was siting right beside her, eyes on TV and mind strolling somewhere else glanced at her, giggling. She felt a volcano of love bursting in her heart and a sense of regret mixed with embarrassment seized her.
“What was I thinking while slapping her yesterday? She is innocent, that’s not her fault that no one wants to Marry me” She dragged herself closer to her and kissed her on the cheek softly.
“I am sorry my love. You can’t speak but I know you are angry at me” She hugged her and burst into tears.
“I love my sister, she is so sweet. She loves me so much” She thought to herself while enjoying the cartoons again.
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“A heavy burden on my heart don’t let me sleep at nights”
“What burden Mom?”
“You know sweetheart your sister is a special child. Our society don’t accept her as a normal child. People think she is crazy and she should be in a mental hospital. How can I send my innocent girl to a mental hospital?”
Each tear falling from her Mother’s eyes was dropping in her own heart – her eyes flooded with tears.
“Some things can’t be forgotten and this very thought keep spooking me all the time that What will happen to my daughter when me and your dad will be no more in this world”
“Please don’t Mom. Please stop” She begged her and the room reverberated with the sound of their sobs.
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“Colors – butterflies – stars – lights – children, beautiful children – I want to play”
With this thought she ran towards small children playing in the kids area in a fast food restaurant while her Mom was buying Ice cream for her.
She looked around, her daughter was standing beside some children who were gathered in a corner with expressions of fear and anger on their faces.
She ran towards her. A woman said “I don’t mean to offend you but please make sure she stays home. Our children just got scared”
She grabbed her hand and took her to the car without saying anything, eyes directed downward with embarrassment.
Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes
And she’s gone
Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Music was blending with her sobs.
She put her head on her Mother’s shoulder and spoke in a soft voice, “Ma ! Sor-r-ry”
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Many beautiful special children in colorful dresses were standing on the stage in a circle. She was there too laughing, sitting inside the circle wearing a fancy fish dress. A wheel chair was lying at one corner of the stage with a small cute girl sitting in it.
Hall was filled with people. Parents of special children occupied the front rows.
The girl in the wheel chair spoke:
“We are like a fish in the tank. The sun heats the glass to boiling, setting us on fire. The moon freezes it to ice, trapping us in unbearable cold. Tapping vibrates the glass, tearing at our ears and flesh. It is agonizing and exhilarating and enthralling. Don’t be like the sun and the Moon people. Be like the glass that protects us and like the water that keeps us alive…….We feel joy and pain equally like you feel. Your words and actions hurt us people. Treat us with care. We need your love”
And the hall echoed with the sound of applause. People stood on their chairs, tears shining in their eyes.
“I wish my daughter gets a chance to live a normal life like everyone else here” She thought to herself while wiping her tears.
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A morbid smile conquered her calm face. Calmness that escalates after a big storm passes, or when one is about to come.
“Have you ever talked to the moon?” Without glancing at me nodding head in negation, she continued.
“I have, It is my only companion since I was 5. It was my hero, a mysterious bewitching radiant ball of light. I played with it, told my secrets to it and slept in it’s shadow. And then…. and then it started playing with me” Her voice turned quivery.
“I got tangled up in it’s myth. In the full moon nights I feel supernatural. A nice sharp feeling starts cutting inside me and my hollowness grows. Instead of blood, loneliness comes out and I swear, It is more horrendous, dreadful. It pierces my soul….It aches, It hurts !” I felt tears mixing with her voice.
“Today’s a full moon night” I thought to myself. Shifting my eyes from the moon towards her, I realized – She was gone.
She lives at a place far away. Perspiring sun rays of hope caress her face to welcome her mornings. She opens her home’s door and walk through the stairs like a queen. Butterflies take her to the seraphic valleys. She dances in ecstasy. Tickling winds make her giggle. Her laughs are loathed in euphoria. She opens her wings and flies with the birds. Sparkling sea water washes her feet. She sings with mermaids and fall asleep in ethereal embrace.
And yet in this monstrous world, resides her body void of soul – indulged in the weightless mysteries of naked truths.
Her soft breaths gradually converted to heavy fast storms. Her heart beats were drumming in her ears as if they’ll tear apart her ribs. She could feel uncountable needles stabbing in her head. She fell down……
“Not again, No” She was crying and shrieking hysterically.
“What happened Mama?” Her 7 years old son, Ali, came running towards her.
She looked at his face, she couldn’t. Grabbing his hand she pulled him towards herself and embraced him in her arms.
“Nothing My Love, I won’t let anything happen to you” Gazing at the red letter in her hand, she sighed.
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Rachael was drowned in the valley of thoughts while Ali was sleeping right beside her. Windows were closed and the room was dark and silent. Sometimes a gust of frosted wind would scatter the silence with its whispers.
They were a happily-ever-after family 7 years ago. Ali wasn’t born by that time. Her two sons and beloved husband shared the same house where today, silence regulates.
When Rachael received this red letter for the first time, she was unknown of the consequences. She came to know when the very next day, her husband met an accident and he passed away.
She was scattered. She would never have related the death to that letter if one by one, both her sons wouldn’t have passed away in the same mysterious manner.
She was sure there was ‘something’ behind all this. Something esoteric, something inexplicable.
And now she had received that red letter again. Her baffled mind started freezing with the weather.
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A sound woke her up. She felt like she had heard a whisper. She checked Ali, he was sleeping. She checked the time, it was 2 o’ clock at night.
A sudden sharp cracking sound outside the window startled her. Her heart beat and pulse rate were at a race. She slipped towards the window slowly and peeked through the glass. She couldn’t see anything. It was dark and calm.
She took a long sigh.
She turned back. A panic-stricken scream welled up and burst out of her mouth. Her eyes bulged out with shock and dark condensed clouds blocked her mind.
The bed was vacant, Ali was gone.
A furiously loud knock at the door drummed in her ears……
White Shadows 