Wednesday, 20 June 2012

suddenly(5)-The world's abnormal.....


The mystery continues...........
                                       -priyaani
Heida was so pleasant to see that even her betrayed self was pleasure for David and he thought  to himself something was desperately wrong with him!....The night went by easily with Heida seated beside him.The terrible day beckoned the trial only sooner.And injustice smelt in the air.Rituals like assembling were practised.So simply did Heida get up to the order and take a stand there.No feelings escaped her eyes, though at night David had in the street light seen the drop make it's way as he tried to embrace her with his tied hands!Now a professional replaced her.His end was near and Heida was the only thing he could think of.Then suddenly
"Any last wish u treachery's son?"shouted the now assistant........getting the volts ready for the physical shock.
David looked most sympathetically  towards his new found brother.....addressed him and said
"pay me some in return i give u all but let this man who hasn't known of his identity live a moment........i do not plead but demand!"....there was a steady voice and Edison thought him to be the rightful brother
Edison looked at him so suddenly as if he were disturbed from his tormented world of money........wickedly smirked and running his hands over the brow "twas all decided.was it not?"....taking a short step towards him "or was the notice too short for a weakling that which u inherit from father too..."and he deliberately pinched Davids skin near the wound and it soon gave way!
Heida
David not shaken yet went on "another night with Heida.....after 8yrs i see her now i want some moments as memory for i have not the pleasure of family like u did........"
The man turned into a monster"and family u say where saving petrol was more important , where mother was no more and father was about all himself!......"he shrugged his shoulders and waved his arm to shoo away the depression and was back to normal.Turning to Heida he said"such girl if u meet now u should fall in love.....so i presume but for today i rent u her!"and he banged the door behind him leaving Heida no choice.
The words 'rent' pinched him hard......what had become of this girl and she said this is what she needed?
But then thoughts were deviating in the other way.Heida's weakness was like his weapon......the limited time he had to live it!This last chance would actually determine the life of any one David or Heida.
They remain in the same room like both of them had an argument and waited for the other to persuade.They remained isolated for some time until David coughed his lungs out.Heida came running to render her services.He carefully looked into her eyes to see guilt,repent or any sign of pity.It was all there he presumed.He desperately tried to rise his arms to embrace her once again. Heida's eyes were now sore........not as pretty as last night.She carefully placed her arms to pacify David  "calm down David!.....calm down"and more drops gave way.


"I've missed u so long!"....David looking into her eyes
Heida turned round "I couldn't believe u'd have wanted to stay the last time before death with me......the one who deserted u!........i hate myself"
"it was my fault......i couldn't give u all.....and forget it now u must have had reasons"David lied
......."Heida i want to hug u once let my hands....."he tried to gauge her faithfulness for the Edison tribe.He thought if she could let go of it in love why not now?his logic desperately arguing with itself making assumptions now and then.
Heida was very near him before he realised....she quickly looked around went to a small corner and detached something which David predicted to be the camera and bent over him to release his hands.She carefully caressed his shoulder wound and washed it with some water.
"now u can do as u wish......but remember ur folly will take my life!"she shuddered.
David bent forward to hug her with the right and slowly brought his left arm closer.......a sharp bed rod had escaped into his palm from the rust........
then all of a sudden a tap on the window by he looked up in horror but it was the morning girl(Estella he immediately beckoned).She used a cutter to make way in the glass.Minutes later the road saw a lone couple rushing the way up......and on the way he said"You?How?.....i mean"and a sharp "Later....."followed.On their way they saw a snake charmed and he played the tune so odd like it were meant to dance to!David found him weirdly recognisable but he couldn't place him exactly.


Hours later when it was time for David's execution the troop got ready to assemble.The sheet unusually wrapped David and Heida with her slender body screened the huge muscles- looked weird to Schuld.He methodically arranged for the volts and approached the bed.He ordered Heida to move away but she wouldn't obey.He tried to separate her but the body was so resistant......and his eyes fell on the bed.The palm felt wet and he looked at it.......Heida was bleeding she was stiff with rigor mortis and the bed was a bluff!He removed the sheet and shouted in despair.Edison was uncontrollable and he shot the dead girl again!!!!!


After miles of running Estella slowed down and took him by the shirt and pointing she said "here it is ur to stay...., my father's place ur secure and be careful though ur safe here!father's out of station.....i'll come everyday to see u and get u some food if i can"her remorse mind repeating itself to shut up to calm down every time when she saw David.She opened the door with keys she had smuggled from the house.In front lay a warm large room leading into 2 separate passages and a lavatory .The kitchen was a small one and David stared at it as if he had won a fortune.Meanwhile he didn't realise the girl had almost made a farewell.He desperately called out"mind staying for some coffee, i can't make it!"David lied again....
Estella when we 1st say her

The girl turned back "sure" and smiled back.....as if boys could be so helpless some times and that gave her some trivial joy.
As she prepared some coffee the conversation took to great heights.David was desperate to know how she was there for rescue at all times and why did she help him when she saw him murder.
"ur questions are escaping ur eyes"as she looked at David...his eyes to be precise
Estella replacing Heida unknowingly
she contd. "let me say then u can say again...."with a space she said"it's not obvious......i've tried to solve all this myself but it has no ans. , why somehow i can't just resist helping u, i just know ur innocent even when i see u as a murderer.....i've tried to get it but all in vein.....i'm stuck right there."she stopped to look at David to see him in disbelieve or convinced."I know this way must be avoided but today i was hell late and mother rang me some several times......i couldn't tell her that i was only busy here for father has planned surprise for her........i rushed through this way and as of those few days u happened to be on the way again.....and again in danger.I luckily have this glass cutter for i worked on some pieces recently to shape them brilliantly.........and i saved u because i simply as any other day felt nice about it that's it".....while she said she took him to the 1st passage rooms, one of which was remarkably decorated and some very fine class cut pieces found their way in.It so brilliantly reflected the morning light that it shone like disco lights and the edge of some so finely cut that light separated to  form rainbow.David gaped at the talent.......he was not just convinced but all in love with it.In some time she came with 2 cups of coffee and David loved his share.....he was amused at his 2nd lie.....he was sure to  always have coffee made from her.As she walked into her pink shoes David took her hand held it firmly and said"thankyou!my this life is yours......".he assured.She reluctantly drew away her hand and from a distance waved him back.A joyous crazy girl he thought.Next morning the newspaper was slipped in.When he tried to follow the guy he lost track but a sudden turn only made his conscience prick harder.He just couldn't understand why he felt he knew this guy..........

Tuesday, 19 June 2012

suddenly(4)-Us is round too!

His torn arm now better searched for some notes in his trouser......to his surprise there were just francs.He had almost forgotten as he escaped from the mess he had to exchange clothing with the hard hit  french who'd been the NGO rep.The NGO dealt with criminal health and had come down to have a look at US jails!What a pity.The man was being extra sensitive to the made up troubles of David.When David had made the first blow he saw the man had wet his pant.Terribly nervous eh thought........
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Undoubtedly he knew the accounts would be blocked but he found a local money exchange counter.Everything would match easily ........he showed the passport and his work easily accomplished !
"thank you,  Mr.Harris Molve" the small built man said.
The money was no less it was enough for him to feast 5 days on complete Madeira(auctioned at $160,000 per bottle).......but now was time to run and keep awake not dine and wine.If only it wasn't like this and Heida was here beside he'd surely choose the first option./sigh sigh....he quickly made a move.
The 'Hot Dog store' van had already come up and a long queue extended.He quickly got into it and gobbled his piece after a payment of $3.This van system was what he liked.......not permanent so least expectant of being questioned.Further more he'd taken quite a few thing but it was pretty cheap.Flavoured sauces and chess finger lets all were available.As he placed his other burger which was to be his lunch in a paper bag he noticed his face.Instantly he looked again.......no it was the reflection of his but a newspaper cutting of his. The police were on the run and he dare not read the shit up there.He stared sideways and all round no one seemed to have realised yet......he immediately rushed for exit from the crowd and cursed himself for the run.Just then a boy of 15 could be heard shouting loud "It's him on the paper!"But then he was gone behind the forbidden lanes.......into the darkness where the sun dared not enter.He felt his lung thrust hard on his chest bones and he tried to comfort them by placing his hand on his chest.His heart pounded like much more than what it may have if he saw Heida he thought.Being a common man he had only some muscles that could give way as his gym courses would be discontinued for how long was uncertain.As he passed the houses they either seemed deserted or lame slang could be all that could be heard.And then suddenly a gun shot which made him motionless.He peeped into the hole in the wall and saw a dead man on the ground shot in the chest.A sudden bang on his head and he was dead he thought.
Next when his eyes opened he found himself lay flat on a somewhat bed, his legs sticking out of it and he most faithfully tied to it.He tried moving and actually called upon havoc!All men came up and he could recognise someone
"what a pleasant surprise Mr.young blood"laughed the wicked man.
Crook his best could remember, the bluff newspaper man he thought.
"We weren't to meet again had u agreed that day"  holding his toe nail he began "now i said everyone agrees this way or that!"and pulled hard at it.
David lost a nail.........it ached terribly and he gave out a shrill shout with a drop on his cheek.
"much more u must take in-but not much u'll have 1 day and u decide a simple death or one by one"......a little smirk grew into a large one "though it's my favourite the second one" and he left the room.
The man who backed him had his jacket on......the one in the jail.......and it immediately struck him it was the NGO rep.He'd have no choice now either he could flee or die.He was accused of the Bruce Edison murder and he was living.What was happening?
Sometime later in the evening the rep. had come with some water and food.His jacket now a brand new one with a tag 'Schuld Burge'.David stared at it and the man soon blurted out without a warning.
"for the brilliant deed u did ......... just as we had expected i owe u this secret.......after now that u should die u must know the whole thing"he brilliant smile engulfing 31 normal teeth and a single gold one.He probably didn't brush daily for some bad breadth made way into the room.He continued "I am as u now know his assistant unofficially and am associated with the NGO that i declared but with certain link in the old friends of the jail we easily established my entry and u escaped to Ur faster end.We do not bargain for Ur life only.If u did not notice but as u must know the truth this man so well known is Ur half blood i.e. to say u share the same father!".....then he glanced to see David's reaction.
David had surrendered to the ropes he looked frozen.....and then suddenly as if it was just another story!
hushing up David he contd. "u'd say no but now  u   got no reason to disbelieve yet I'll show u this."He hovered round the corner to the right and then left to open a drawer and fetched an envelope.An old dated photograph and a piece of paper came up.He held the paper first and read
'this may state legally all i owe will be my only living son's namely Bruce Edison.Under any condition if my missing son is ever found namely 'Arthur David Spainp'(named after his mother) shall be found must be given half my valued possession after proof of his being my blood.......'he then looked up and said
"ur mother had told this to u?didn't she?"...David's expression still shocked he contd.
"whatever!our man just found this days back and he was shocked as his father's unprized possession has turned to much more today and u didn't work ur ass for it he did........if u live his property stands at a risk so u must die!".........he looked like a boss then approaching the edge "ur work was making things complicated and the moment the CIA would discover the scandal u'd be on rocks!......now no more so.The dead body is definitely not his as we can see but a reason of charge against u.Sir Bruce will now live another life the underground one where from he'll aid his son and Richard will send the richesse as and when required.He put too much at stake for a bloke like u i think.Nevertheless i respect his loyalty.How he'll spend great sums on u once tonight.But for comfort u'll get to live life once tonight then die in peace tomorrow...."he slowly passed out of the door slightly waving his hand to someone who eventually entered and shut the door behind.
In the darkness it was difficult to make out.When the figure came close by and the figure shone in the dim light her smile and voice immediately brought back such amazement and pain to David.

"Heida ?",he said disbelieving his eyes coming back from the 2nd shock of the day.
She wore a pretty white tang top coupled with a jersey to enhance her Italian tan.A yellow bow thrown low in the waist as of 60's.She still looked 16 he thought when she spoke
"Urban life change........Curles` Bam they say, no regrets i left u David Ur in a worse state"
David felt this pain intensely much more than the gun shot, than the toe nail hurt........much more than anything!
"You had left without notice Heida........i still thought u got lost that day"
"No, i left u a message ....... that day i decided to quit......gave up all moral,values and here i am able to afford all that i desire" she said with a smile.
Somehow David now realised it wasn't the contented smile he had seen the one which was simple and innocent when he would give her a bow of candies.
"u had to wait......money is not easy!"he looked away from Heida
"no time......small life......."then she sat on the bed beside him.....her skin still glowing wonderfully just the perfect tan "I'm here for u here u can forget our old acquaintance and ....."she grabbed the plate unusually fast
"and ...... have it all"
She initially forcefully thrust some food into his dry mouth and some water.With time it had become the need as David realised.He now only thought how Heida still felt about him.He had looked away from the morning girl because he thought of the innocent Heida......and things were different now.



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Monday, 18 June 2012

suddenly(3)-ready to serve

once i thought the plot was arranging into some puddle and i needed to bring the excitement out
                                   - priyaani





Taking short breadths he felt the cold winds biting into him.The excruciating pain was no longer bearable, just one more foot forward and he collapsed in the snow as he hit the old oak......
Some blood lay soaked in the snow below as his lame eyes blinked in the hard day light.The pain had extraordinarily reduced.He thrust his feet against the ground in fear of being caught easily for maintaining the same site for log hours.The fear in him was tiresome since his escape from the jail after serving 6months of punishment.He had been caught for a mere rise of voice but much had happened before he knew.The schema was well drawn.When he was arrested much was preplanned.....a false accuse  for murder of a man he didn't know.Unfortunately he was present in the strike for cause lead by him.The news clipping had caught 'BRUCE EDISON'  last talking to him and then inconspicuously disappeared!Nearby a dead body was found claimed by his wife as him.'RICHARD EDISON' who was to take over after his dad had cursed this man.
BRUCE EDISON was no ordinary man.He was the famous billionaire who claimed all his money had come from the great sales of 'Daily News'.The man was a great bluff as he had taken over his father.Where his father barely managed a living this man made hell lot of news from the gutter and yet was on the top.His paper declared ridiculously how the president was  working on the fairly good  economic times when the recession has paralysed every man in US.He had come up that day as far as his tired head could remember
"I'll give u coverage in return promise me my benefits", the man barked
"what benefits?"came the sulking answer 
The fair headed of fairly good height man fished his leather jacket and showed it
"this gem was a gift for printing on the paper 'HEATHER gold' news.I cover u, Ur needs met.Where's mine?"
"were i so rich I'd have made an hospital and not stand here for justice!"-he said rather sarcastically
Thumping the shoulders he said
"I know that young blood!Hold Ur breadth and I'll tell u what u can do.......U will  get me my treasure........simple just break into the Hollard office and pass me the tender rates.That's it and media should not be Ur worry any more", he laughed incoherently.
The news was covered and unfortunately the tender rates had leaked and the direct suspect was him.Maybe if he'd agreed for it the snow would be replaced by warm fire and carpet.
He suddenly realised he tried to move but couldn't.He desperately turned around to see thick nylon ropes tied him to the oak.Alas all this pain was useless.His hostile efforts had failed.He'd been caught.Why did he bother to run and stay under a snowy sky all night with a bullet in his right arm.
A warm arm softly fit on his broad shoulder, "feeling better?"a soft voice had called out.

It was too polite to be any sort of crime control be it the CIA,local police or any.As he couldn't move much he had to wait till the shadow grew shorter.A slender girl in a white fur coat and jeans stood before him.Her coat had some blood stain too and a brown mark which looked and smelt iodine.Before he could enquire she immediately said working on the ropes"thought u'd try to move  the very morning so as i had to go to get some bandage i thought it best to not to leave u at the faith's trust,silly enough though u'll say"she said once looking at him with a short smile.
Soon he was released.Relieved that she was of no worry to him he now said humbly "thanks for the first aid"looking at his shoulder and now realising y it never stung now and yet something struck his mind "how did u find me girl, oh sorry this is Lean Walksman",realising he'd just been saved!The conscious girl raised from her stone seat nearby approached him stared at him and then confirmed"oh no, ur Meryl Streep!"
Taken aback he leaped forward"huh?"
"yes Mr. don't fool around Ur all in the papers!my dad reads Ur name 100times a day.He's with the press though.Ur if my memory beacons correctly 'mr.Arthur Spainp' " in a stern voice........ "an odd title she added"  smiling to herself.
"very well should have known.u don't like my title?wow what's Ur's miss?"another try to get some idea about the figure before.
"I'm not Meryl Streep Mr."her face bearing a smirk and then " Estella Bears, u can call me Stem,my friends know me by this name more"she said laughing.
"whys that?"
"they say it's because a stem's very rigid and I'm worse but i say there must be a rotten joke with it!"
Arthur David Spainp his complete name smiled as he thought about the days back in high school how they called names.
The  girl  once again started "When i found u here u were all soaked in blood and i had to run to the medical store to get some aid for you.Wouldn't bother unless I'd recognise u from the papers.U were doing good job and father says u were innocent so i wasted some of my cars petrol to get u aid"and once again smiled (that heart thumping one).
He was more mesmerised and hated her father's opinions though they were in her favour.How he wished it were her own.All of a sudden he heard voices, the streets were getting busy may be and he must make a move.He soon bid farewell to his lovely saver and left against his heard pounding!
The girl followed every step unless he was out of sight.Suddenly she saw the guitar guy playing a low note far away.She made a head start, hating  to have seen him after such a wonderful acquaintance. 


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Saturday, 2 June 2012

suddenly->redress(2)


Through those brown locks that caressed her forehead she felt the untamed breeze.In a second or two letting out a gasp and admiring it's touch.She waved out into the open air to no one.The car zoomed by and Mr.Rowler promptly said "How  u doing?".He sparsely specified his matter but consistently preferred sticking to a frequent use of words.Often it sounded mundane and recorded.
Sarrah not noticing ample times let out an "okay" at a terrified note.Disgusted with the recent awkwardness which wasn't for the first time.Instead a narrow pipe of conversation lay open between them when in need as if the computer wanted to establish connection with the Internet.Some rare occasions  of emotions were displayed at parties held in honour of the father.Mom had often said her father had been a beloved dad before when being together were distant thoughts.When Sarrah had taken to MG H's ('Massachusetts General Hospital') bed, fallen ill with one of the deadliest diseases......when doctor didn't know what it was.That was when Sarrah was 6 last when she saw her father's lame figure positioning beside her bed and running into the doctors for enquiry.A shadow of this figure often haunted her dreams, the mystery unsolved.Sarrah was not going to believe this dad of hers was that image.She frowned as she fought with her thinking power.
The wind has stopped blowing instead the harsh 'BEEp' sound  interrupted the persistent mind.The narrow alley before the house often got overwhelmed with emoticons because of the new multiplex.The bustle had to be done with with the horn.At last "Honey, we're home" said Mr.Rowler the only touch of human in the whole day but everyday.It was like routine.The door would open wide and he would rush in with his suit and the case.Sarrah awkwardly stretched her time line and delayed her entry so much so that when she did enter Mrs.  Rowler was startled "Oh my, i thought you were in Ur room bt now!Thank god i never hurt u, did i?"hugging her little daughter.
"No mom" she promptly said.She turned her eyes left to certify the room's temperature.It was as usual.The soft couch had a misfit Mr.Rowling slouching on it like "Damn it was a day and a half" and Mrs.Rowling running on her feet to revive the old him.She slowly grasped every thought,feeling and emotion and ran past her mother over the stairs into her room.Duffy lay dead in the sultry heat.She patted him moving her fingers through those tender lines caressing her hand instead she thought.She retired on the baked bed as the cooler was taking over with Duffy pushing himself under her sweaty pant.
"Don't do that silly" she said as she laughed away.
Minutes later Sarrah woke up to the feel of tenderness on her forehead.It was her mother.
"Oh mom you", she smiled faintly.She handed her a glass of lime juice and waited to watch her drink."Darling, you unexpectedly left the garage door open yesterday night and you slept all through dinner time and u never read the newspaper all day", her mother said on a soft note.
"Oh my I'm so sorry......how'd i manage to mess up so much......."she was interrupted
"I'm not complaining nor am i chiding this darling you......it's fine",Mrs.Rowling was a different self every moment. Mesmerised, Sarrah stared at her.
"Today i must tell u my child no matter what i love you not because you make me proud but because ur my child.I never wanted all the perfect things, specially you.I wanted you to make mistakes so i could feel being a mother.You make your parents so proud but ur mother is insecure dear, unsure whether u need her.You've been so perfect always I just didn't figure out what went wrong, even if i did they were circumstance i could hardly help",She desperately tight hugged her and demanded it back.
When they left Sarrah saw her face was red(bruised by the morning sun), deep black eyes flooded with the nations water wanting an outlet and the hair untied.She looked pretty she thought, much like her save the age that still demanded justice.As she left Sarrah quickly jumped out of bed and hugged her tight "love u mom!"she said.A melodramatic scene Sarrah thought to herself but her favourite.
Looking into the mirror she thought how a perfect loser she was.Today it added to her list.She was the worst daughter she thought.Her mother was insecure and dad almost robot, life was even more messed than she thought it could get.Those hard days were gone but she longed the MGH bed days.The helpless humans, the less robots and victims of poverty she loved more.Her free self she loved more.The MGH bills had forced her father to work it out.He finished his dropped college days and became a lawyer.Earned money and could get anyone operated at MGH today without begging for time and load like the olden days.She under the constant thought of having to lose them slogged hard and ended up in MIT.It made her father proud but not her content.The perfect calculations had perfectly failed her somewhere.She wanted to be in HMS(harvard medical school).HMS was far away but the deadly dreams didn't offer her place elsewhere for medicine.Her battle had succeeded deadly in areas of her disinterest.It left her lots to do but not what she wanted to do.The bare present chances were not outcome of planning but of necessity, just that it bore fruit on the wrong branch.Thing lay deep like burden on the weak heart.Overlay some heartious comments and some lines of sheer jealousy that tended her outer wounds where blood tried gushing out.
From that bed ridden little girl who was probably breathing her last she had thought had thoughts wiser than today and victories uncalculatably more.In the mirror the present faded and went down memory lane.......into the beds of MGH...........



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suddenly (2)->redress(1)

..........lame effort, the grass was too thick , the dew was not so much a beauty and the zooming car didn't zoom away.Instead a rowdy crowd had taken over the streets of Boston.Taking a closer look Sarrah could see   some very young students forming the mass.She disliked alarm and admired harmony.But the crowd's voice showed some urgency.She was to some extent keen on knowing the facts before the day afters newspaper.She thought newspapers were like her father no emotions just facts.Yet a habitual read was instilled in her from the age 12.She slowly walked step by step not attracting attention of the street seekers and gasped as she saw the placard......"THE INJUSTICE MET MUST BE PAYED!THE PATIENT NOT KEPT IS DYING DEAD-WE WANT AN ANSWER AN ACTION".The site was not far from MGH.I assumed the rest.As of fact i'm the most terrifying person when it comes to assumption, they can be deadly right and deadly wrong.Based on them my actions can be even more deadly.Early in the cold winter mornings such folks were out demanding justice.I just felt like they were more super humans.The real heroes in the ordinary men.Why just men? women in vast numbers had assembled in queues too.The solitude was more demanding than the newspapers .She wanted to live it for once.just once!
She stepped into the imperfect breed.The very 1st step she fell over.The other lady soon took to her job but she had to be helped.Her ankle pained like hell.She wanted rest but not after the middle aged lady had taken to her feet."take off ur heels this is no fashion girl!"some hoarse voice screamed out, teh one holding the placard in the middle and probably lecturing the group on strategies to make their march successful.She roughly caught onto a boy's shirt to help herself up.
"What do u think ur doing lady?"
"thanks!just thought u were getting bored!",she boldly backed in her defence.She couldn't remember being so imperfect and so herself before.On suddenly realising the crowd rearranging she leaned on the strong foot and took a forceful step forward then literally fell over a young girl.This time she was kind enough.The girl let out her shoulder at an interest rate of $10every 1/2hour!Amazed with the diversity in this particular real heroes gang. Sarrah was like 'no heaven was ever perfect'.The crowd dissipated once again and she fetched the 1st $10 from her pocket.As the charged shoulder bore her weight forward she faintly smiled at the girl and asked "what's up?"
"Facebook-my bf's got a msg", then she turned around with an ashamed face and replied"ah!this?I'm here because they said i'd be paid for standing hours.It's quite some deal and will pay off my brother's school fee.But what i heard is enough to say it ain't politics so least i be caught in a police encounter".Sarrah was dumbstruck.She peeped into the large screen phone and saw a screen saver of  facebook.The mystery was solved.She fetched another 10dollar and placed on her hand."Cheating u would make my spirit low but i should have told u before that u were charging too low, my servant charges $30.Since ur for $10 lets pay in between".
The brimming girl smiled back and looked back into teh crowd.On other feeble acquaintances Sarrah was informed a patient had been turned down by force since she was unable to pay the bill and when told to sell her kidney to make up she refused.The lady had a child to support who was reported dead after the inhuman behaviour met out to her.Suddenly the crowd dissipated in all directions.In no time the area was lone save one man standing head held high in black jacquard.I faced his back and from a fairly large distance saw all like a dumbfolded beast.The charging shoulder had moved me to a far corner asap yet disagreed losing the plain source of earning.The person was beaten hard yet he argued with his point.Atlast he was arrested and was not to be seen in the distant.Sarrah leaned forward and reached the spot.The bloody spot had a black jacquard lay there with blood on it.The jacquard had a missing piece.The same one she found last night on the seat.Her feeble feet and the distressed girl's fate let her take help till home.The young girl left with a loafty $50........


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Friday, 1 June 2012

suddenly

Sarrah was quite sure of the glamour she exuded and the country in which she lived were similar at some point but weren't meant to meet.The extra that her life gave her, the possible impossibles and vice-verse.All damn cute things fairy tales in her dreams all that she was.Somehow she was too lucky for the around.It didn't match up to her thoughts.Mind it not the money she saw but the way people thought.Her friends were committed yet every 2months either they were unhappy or were with a new name.Life had taken it's own turns but she had just the best ever people around her for friends,family and just the perfect everything.Like there was nothing missing......On the dew drops she dropped her caressed feet to moisture them, the ankles having small little Indian jewellery tied neatly(they belonged to her mother)........as she bent down to admire the smiling wild flowers that glanced at her feet , a car zoomed by.......with a blink something she repented missing!And she didn't know why.


There the devil lay ed strumming his guitar and playing the odd tune with the name replaced by hers .She fumbled some random words at the slouching guy.As if his guts just wouldn't give up.But an harmless bee she thought.She turned her head to the swift miss and her hair swayed in the air letting it down, The Indian black hair.The red dress was so aptly fitting as if like Cinderella's shoes.She hurriedly grabbed at the garter and her bag to rush for her ballet class.As she passed the corridor a glance she saw of the yet unseen.The black Jacquard and simple trousers shone in the sun.A man in them walked with a lady of whom age had taken over a great deal.The late comer rapidly stepped into the movements

PliƩ followed by Tendu and as she landed the room was applauding her.The error free the perfect on every thought..........yet in her mind relayed what could being imperfect be like?



The day was perfectly perfect as every winter night was.She strayed the path back home from her uncles'.Her ear tugged with the Beatles playing aloud.As she crossed the brown oak cracked with the early monsoon lightning an unprecedented sight betrayed her eyes.Her weary eyes she rubbed and ear phones she tried removing.But then only some hay lay on the seat below and some chocolate wrappers.As she scanned carefully a black Jacquard piece shone in the faint street lamp like that of the morning and the car.She left and thought of her miss on the perfect day.The next day the very first imperfect deed she did was- She walked the grass for the zooming car though she had her karate lessons today. :) - to be contd.



Story continued in part 2 here
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