Leader became a thorn in the flesh of officials- questioning their every unlawful activity and en-lightening people with truth. A council meeting was called to make a decision about Him.
Council- A group of darkened hearts and evil minds having immense political power at their disposal
“Assassinate Him“- council members cried in unison, venting out their hatred and jealousy. Continue reading “The Betrayal”
And the moment has arrived.
“C’mon Sam! Time’s up!! Let’s go!!” Death whispered to the old man fighting for life.
“Not yet, not today“murmured the old soul, lying on his ICU bed.
Location:School Library
Time:Now
He opened the door,with the key in one hand and the knife in another.The door made a creaky sound.He chose to ignore it,so does the whole house.There was a lamp at the corner,blinking,as if it were feared and curious to see what’s going to happen in few minutes.As he is not new to the room,went directly to the table,without groping in the dark.Table is teemed with books.He can see it from the mixture of light from the corner lamp and the moon light(from the near by window).He lead his fingers for cordon search operation on the surface of table.Finally he succeeded.The book is large,difficult to hold with one hand.His shadow on the book shelves behind the table,magnified by the corner lamp light,resembled his cruelty and jealousy.He lifted up the knife,letting all his jealousy and cruelty concentrated on his hand,drove it harder into the core of book.Ink oozed out,like the water from spring and spread around the book.The life of the book,somebody’s imagination and thought,has slipped away from it.Still not satisfied,murderer tore the book into pieces and threw them in air,wearing a vile smile on his face.Some pieces drowned in the ink and rest fell near the table.With no sign of guilt,murderer sat on the chair and whispered to himself-“Now I’m the only one”.He remembered his childhood:playing around the chair while his teacher sat on it,reading something.
We know each other. May be directly or through someone. In your school, college, business or relationships –at some point of time we’ve met or at least exchanged looks. Or you might’ve envied my stay (though a temporary one) with someone. Or you might be the one obsessed with a desire to meet me, like the Vikram in this story. Some recognize my presence with laudation and applause. Continue reading “The Two trees”
My eye lids are too heavy for me to open.Cries of my one year old son increased in intensity. He finally succeed in waking me up from sleep. I looked out of the window. The whole city is sleeping.Rays of the sun are struggling to find their way into the world that is still asleep.I wonder how my son is so punctual in waking me up at the same time every day.He slept soon after he drank milk.
His little chest raising and falling during sleep.His wide eyes that twinkle whenever he sees his mother.His pale pink skin turning red when someone hold him for a moment. His contagious smile showing his little teeth.These are the best moments of my life as a father. Continue reading “The real antidote..”
We’re in the coffee shop. “Zak,where is Aayesha?”I asked her best friend,Zakir. He phoned her. “The number you’re trying to reach has been switched off”came the response.So,he went out to find her.We’re savoring the hot coffee in the cold winter evening.
(After few moments)
“Aayesha!!Aayesha!!”-cries of Zakir echoed the campus.
She jumped off the college building.Before we reached her,she breathed her last. Continue reading “Remembering her..”
Grafted Shoot 