Saturday, 19 January 2013

A Night....

 Slowly the silence started to grow on dog’s howling. Don’t know where to go and why, he started walking through the darkness like a thief.

With just a blanket on his skinny body, the old man started the fight with increasing chilling of the night. His hopeless night has ignited one last hope for him, that today he will get what he wanted.
 Light glared from some lamp post at a distance, he didn’t know how far it was. He had lost his fairly good powers of sight and calculation. But he always believed his instincts and turned left from the junction. That must be south. Yes, SOUTH! That’s what she had told him. Yes, south was the direction.

He started walking with more energy. Chilling weather was unable to stop this old man. A joy of a child was filled in his body. He was shivering, his teeth were chattering but the feeling of meeting her erased every trouble of the journey.  He was ready to face everything now.

His loneliness has taken over his life. She made her lonely. She was her life, she was her wife. She has told her in day dream that she will meet her.

Last night she asked him to get out of the care home and walk to the south. She said she would be waiting under a cherry tree. Though reasonable thinking was alien for his age, he asked her how to know south and how to locate cherry tree in the dark night.

And all what she told was this – “You will see, however dark be the night, a big cherry tree full of pink blossoms; I will be waiting there for you, in a white gown!..” She then paused.

“Take whatever direction you like, but ultimately you move to the south! Be calm, this time it will work! See you there…”

That was too much for this man. He gained what he wanted, a hope.

Running away from the care home was not that tough as he had imagined. The cold night and the drinks made the guards forget the world. That bloody bottle of poison really worked this time.

He walked, and then he ran. But he didn’t find any cherry tree. He doubted that he took the wrong path.

He became mad, he walked to all sides; which was south? Which was north? Which was east? Which was west?

He felt the world around him spinning.

A call from the back frightened him but he turned and looked.

He saw her in the white gown, standing under the pink cherry tree, with both arms stretched towards him. Tears were now ready to flow down her cheeks.

He sighed in great relief, for he has reached his final destination.

He looked at her, she looked beautiful as always.

He hugged her and cried like a baby. With every drop of tear he tried to flow down the worries and trouble and loneliness he felt in these years without her………………


The night patrol team found an old man lying dead under the cherry tree.
His hands were tightly clasping a stone.


Wednesday, 16 January 2013


 My dear,

I am writing after a very long time. Who writes these days; and to whom? I am afraid you may not read it; it is not even one of the love letters I thought we would be writing each other.

Time has changed, and am I (I thought). I don’t know what to do. It was so easy earlier to say that ‘hey girl I love you’ and now it’s so difficult that now you have to appoint specialist for this. 

Story lines were simpler those days. There was a girl, simply beautifully and vice-versa; and two boys, one innocent and other distinctly bad. It was his ‘innocence’ that won the heart. Now I know it was all wrong; innocents are foolish.

I love u. I know I never said this before. My ma never said it to my pa, or even to me; otherwise I would have learnt.

I don’t know why my voice gets drowned when I want to say, “No, u be superior, but don’t leave me alone”. I have a heart inside me. I never showed that to you. Now I am pouring my heartbeat in this letter. I was angry because you have helped me to hate my mother; but now I am grateful to you for taking out a 'man out of a boy’, and for the pain that lingers.

You took it ‘all’ from me, but love me, as I am. I understand it is too much to ask, but it would be easier than loving a robot, who kisses you ‘good morning’ every day, before he even brushes his teeth.

I love You, I always had (I still don’t know why?)