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can read the older parts at these links:
The bright light
through the shadowed window woke me up in a burst. My cheeks were smudged in a
weird substance which I realized was tears. I did not know I had dozed off in
the arm chair, and then it came back. The whole flashback- the events and the feelings
of the past night. I looked around for the broken cup, the crushed ladder, or
the gaping hole of the attic. But there was nothing, no telltale evidence of
the events. My eyes caught something on the dining table, and it was a book-
old, yellowed, worn out, used. I flipped through the pages, to read the tale
again, and at a glance, I fell down on the bed- laughing uncontrollably. Tears
dripped from my eyes, and I swore as I slipped down the bed onto the floor- the
book was empty!
The
book lay on the bed, open to the center page, where a red mark shone- in a
color similar to blood. It was a name, Haseena Begun Rahul Tripathy, which I
missed.
The same day in
the local newspaper, a small column talked about the death of a woman’s death
77 years ago. The woman, named Haseena, had been found dead under unforeseen
circumstances, and it was suspected that it had been the first of many killings
due to the reasons of dowry and religion.
My eyes glanced
at the article, and all I did was to sigh in sympathy for the poor girl. There
was no sign of recognition in my eyes, nor did my heart feel the pain like the
night before. A breeze blew past, with a resemblance to a fleeting smile.
Din mein se ho gayi raat,
Par ab tak khatam nahi hui hai hamari
baat,
Sach ki hoke rahegi aaj jeet,
Kyunki aaj ho gaye saal saat-saat.
PS: This is my
first try at writing a series of stories. So please do put in your comments.
Bravo Karan...They way you highlighted the chaos of today's society is simply awesome..Keep it up Bro.. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you Harsha...
DeleteGlad you followed the whole story and also got the meaning behind it..:)
I went through all the parts and i tell you keep on writing. You are gifted with a narration power and with more writing I wish it shall be bright star.
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Awesome!! Itna talent!
ReplyDeleteThank you Vidhi ji...That was flattering..;) :D
DeleteMan... Frightening, exciting and bone rattling. I DEFINITELY wasn't more of this!
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DeleteDo keep visiting..!!