The Pristine Stream

Dragging his bag along he climbed the stairs of his flat 

The door opened welcoming him into his home in a city which gifted him with everything he had wished for but taken away his most precious belonging , his innocence.

The deafening music from the  neighborhood made him miss those good old days of village life where he spent his childhood sitting beside the sparkling stream that flowed within the forest nearby laden with uncountable trees.

A dip in it’s pristine water relieved him off the vagaries of everyday life .

“ I will go back someday “he mumbled to himself before succumbing into deep sleep .

                                                

Healed...

                                                      

Few years ago  she had stepped out of her home with the promise of returning back only when she cleared this exam

Coz she knew  it was the sole way she would survive  pangs of her past that seem to stab her afresh everyday 

Today , her name featured in the list  repaying her back for every little pleasure she was starved off in the course of preparation and transformed her into an administrative officer instantly 

Someone in the crowd asked “  How does it feel “

She couldn’t reply a single word but deep within she felt her heart begin to heal 

                                                         

                                       

  Write Tribe's 100 Words on Saturday 2014 # 9 

The Painting

                                                             

The hall was beaming with enthusiasm filled in with students who were too busy arranging for the Pooja ( festival ) to be held after some time .

Someone was tying up flowers , someone decorating the stage while one was placing the cut fruits on plates to be served and some other busy dialing the caterer’s number who had to arrive half an hour before but was already late .

Like everyone else she was also busy with the task assigned by seniors to ensure her name  in their good book , when her eyes fell on an unknown face watching her painting keenly put on the college activity board .

“ Shruti “ called her friend introducing her to that unknown face, “So , are you the artist “ he asked with a mild grin .

 She nodded in approval completely unaware that her favorite painting would tie up the artist and the admirer as companions for life one day .

                                                               

The Offer

                                                   

                                             

He had gone before I was born and she after , leaving me in the custody of a distant relative who was more than happy to get a servant for free .

My days of penury seemed to have clutched an endless time period leaving me stranded all alone with little hope of reverence of  the circumstances .

When luck finally arrived one day in the form of a middleman , who was in search of new laborers needed to work in a power loom in some distant place where people of my village usually flocked in numbers .

Overcoming my initial hesitance I decided to give in as I was tempted with the offer which provided me the only scope of escaping from this life of servitude that neither gave me good food nor money .

“ With two pieces of clothing and a rugged shoe as my companion , I stepped out of my old home to venture in to a new world where undeclared opportunities awaited me “ said the young entrepreneur receiving a thunderous applause from the awe struck gathering .

                                                

 

This post is a Five Sentence Fiction with Prompt " Companion " for Blog Adda's WOW with Prompt " I was tempted ".

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Do Come Back....

As the sky gets painted in blue

And travels across the rainbow’s hues

Falls down rain drops making up puddles

Splashing some on my new doodle

The sun shines bright on summer noon

Pushing back our lovely shy moon

Blows cold breeze in frosty days

Oh…Mom pulls me out when in bed I laze

I still want to float in my dreamland

On Mount Everest  where I stand

Being the brave and fearless girl

Walking over steep roads walking over hills

Fighting every fear enjoying every thrill

But have to get ready just can’t deny

Wobbling up noodles wobbling egg fry

I saw her eyes it was still wet

Crying all night waking up late

Don’t know what to say

To make her smile

Washing away her pain

Scaring it till miles

Finishing my stuff when I walk to bus stop

A small little thought quietly pops up

I miss those days together with dad

Jumping along the house or dancing like mad

Hip hop hip hop we both went about

But not escaping mama’s angry shouts

Hiding under the sofa we giggle up for fun

In drowsy evenings or Sunday’s morn

Reading books of Noddy

Reading books of fairy tales

I used to laugh  like crazy

And never ever wail

Eating extra ice cream from both mom and dad’s share

Visiting carnivals visiting city’s fairs 

 

I wished the clock never ticked by

Under their shadow I never had to cry

What I didn’t think was

Things will break apart

Coz  it was all so lovely

From the beginning from the start

Why things changed and for whom

I know I don’t have the answers

I don’t have a clue

They say I am kid

They say I am too small

To listen up to grownups talks

And their quarrels .

Well I know I may not be big enough

But at least I understand when to stop

When to say sorry to my loved ones

How to please my best friend in just one instance

As big one’s they don’t even know  that

Not to finish up

Math’s sums too fast

If calculations go wrong in one single step

The whole answer simply goes in waste

To not scribble on art works book

It dirties up the clean beautiful look

To not to fight with your class mate

And to say goodbye when you leave near the gate

If a small kid like me knows all these

Can’t they make up

Sharing chocolate ice cream in our freeze

Life would get sweet

And lovely again

In sunny afternoons

Or in heavy rains

Throw up all anger

And please do come back

To our home sweet home

Oh dear loving Dad .

                                                 

                                             

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