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Trust, deception and betrayal
to be in a hurry to get to work. He searched for his mobile phone to check if
there were any missed calls and found it had been switched off. He was having a severe headache, blame it on
the hangover. To top it he had failed to wake up early again. He cursed himself
for getting back home late from the party last night. He switched on his phone
and shoved it into his pant pocket. He shut the door with a bang and rushed
down the stairs.
He hired an
auto and was on his way to office when the mobile phone rang. It was a call
from an unknown number. He received the call nevertheless. The next few minutes
he seemed to have gone numb. His voice choked as he asked the driver to take
him to Swaraj park.
driver seemed to be annoyed but then agreed to take a u-turn and headed towards
Swaraj park. Sanjay got off near a temple and paid off the driver as he got
down. On his way to Swaraj park he had managed to inform his manager that he
would need the day off due to personal emergency.
His legs were
trembling as he climbed up the stairs. His nervousness was quiet apparent as he
got to the door and rang the bell. He looked up and it was Swati who opened the
door. As he was about to step in Swati slapped him hard on his face. All she
managed to say was “why”?
seem to have an answer to Swati’s question. He looked up and asked her, “Where
is Devika? How is she now?” Swati said, “She is still alive, but unconscious.”
Sanjay walked into the house and headed straight to the bedroom.
lying on the bed, the bruises on her face and hands was quiet apparent. He sat
next to her on the bed and started to cry uncontrollably. All he could manage
to mumble was, “Devika, I’m sorry. Hope you can forgive me.”
As he sat
there holding her hand it all came back to him. He had received a call from her
last night. She sounded distressed and wanted to talk to him. But he could
barely hear her as the music in the background was very loud.
Sanjay’s girlfriend and she was at the party last night. They had a petty fight
and she had gone back home. That night her father came back home drunk as
usual. Devika was alone at home and she had fallen asleep on the sofa. Her
sister Swati was working late and was going to get home sometime past midnight.
Their mother had passed away few years back.
someone trying to feel her up. She was startled to find that it was her dad.
She tried to get away but he pinned her down to the sofa and tried to kiss her.
She pushed him away hard and rushed to her room. She got in and locked herself.
Her father rushed behind her and kept banging on her room door.
calling Sanjay in desperation. But she couldn’t talk much and the noise in the
background at his end made it harder for him to hear her. By then her father
had barged in as the door hadn’t been well-locked. He again tried to pin her
down on to the floor and in fit of lust tore her top.
Swati had entered the house. She heard Devika crying for help and rushed to her
room. She saw her dad lying on top of Devika trying to force himself on her.
She grabbed the vase on the table next to her and smashed it on her father’s
could grab anything else and attack her dad again, he pushed her aside and ran
out of the house. She looked at Devika who had bruises all over her body. Swati
tried calling Sanjay but his phone was switched off. She then called the cops
who arrived in a couple of hours.
there in silence next to Devika, he hung his head in shame. He felt guilty that
he didn't bother to call back Devika the previous night. He felt even more ashamed that he was a man
too. He stayed next to her for a long time hoping she would wake up. But he
feared he didn't have the courage to look into her eyes.
It was yet another Friday or billions of
earthlings. May be it was a mundane day ahead for
some and exciting for others. An exciting day ahead for the ones who were certain
of the joy to be unwrapped the next day, the weekend. Well, in my case it was
the former. Blame it on being one amongst the many who work on Saturdays.
The distance between us questions possibilities, Two souls who connect yet shall stay detached, Life running along parallel tracks that shall never meet, Yet hope says they would someday be entwined. UnInhibited feelings spoken, thoughts exchanged, Unassuming how the world would read them, Prejudices can't be fought, let free thoughts sail, It's a battle less spoken, but I know many shall be fought. Feelings expressed in words for many are view points, Sometimes misunderstood, unacceptable for few. Thoughts expressed are sometimes song of a bleeding heart, These emotions maybe shunned by many as no art. Questioned and unacceptable orphan thoughts, Wish to die accepted, but denied and stay detest. Don't let yourself be consumed by the opinions of others, Your soul deserves a sweet song, let it be one about it's zest.
The other day in midst of a long tiring journey from the airport I zoned out in thoughts, looking outside the window. What was I thinking? I was trying to fathom as to what's the single most element distinguishing mediocrity from excellence.
A lot of us have this beautiful idea in our mind to be achievers of some sort. Each individual has their own definition of excellence. All of it leading to creating a happy space in our minds. But these remain mere ideas and definitions in our head.
We have a lot of clutter occupying our minds. Some of it even includes being less appreciative of others success. Being too bothered about right and wrong of others choices. A bunch of useless thoughts which in no way are going to be helping us in our pursuit of happiness. When we are done with all the wining about the world and people in it, we get on with our mediocre life.
We seem to believe that there is solace in the cocoon of mediocrity.
"There are no easy ways, no escapes, Yet we wish s…