THAT ‘ONE BLINKING STAR’!

“What do you see in this wallpaper?”
“Nothing Dr.Paul.”- the man replied.
“It’s okay. Do you wanna know what I see?”- doctor lifted an eyebrow.
“Yes.”-
“I can see a blue sky with tiny yellow stars.”- Doctor smiled at him.
“Are they blinking, doctor?”- Curiosity aroused in the man’s eyes.
“Not every stars, just one. Why would every stars blink at me? I just killed a person. And he is blinking at me everytime and that’s what making me crazy. You think, they are blinking? No, they are actually blaming the sinners. For a person who is sightseeing would only feels like it’s blinking. For a sinner, it’s actually a curse which makes him insane and highly eccentric.” Dr. Paul laughed out madly.

“Hey Crazy, Who are you talking to? Stop making noise and go to sleep, or else get ready for another shock.”- ‘Guard Peter’ hit on the ‘booby hatch cell’ with his stick.

“Tell him to stop blaming me…. I need another cell. Ouch, my eyes, my ears…..He is still complaining.”- Paul shouted madly.

“Is that doctor Paul? What happened to him? Why is he here?”- A ‘new guard’ asked Peter.
“Mad like others. He was a little drunk that day and a patient died accidentally, because of his fault in the operation.”- replied Peter.
“Why don’t anyone tried to stop him if he was drunk?”
“Most of the people really don’t noticed that he was drunk. And when his junior colleague tried to stop him, he insisted on doing it by himself.”- Peter seemed haughty.
“Oh boy! He should have let others do it !”- the new guard sighed.
“He insisted because…”
“Hey, you two, chain him up and get him to the shockroom. Are you guys blind and deaf? Can’t you see that patient scraping the wall and screaming?”- Superior interrupted, and yelled at them.

“Brother, I am sorry, stop blinking at me…I just wanted to save you… It was an accident… Forgive me and leave me alone..”-Paul continued to scream while the guards driven him to the ECT (Electroshock Therapy) room.

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PS: Image credit : Bianca Blanclove on Pinterest.

Written for Dream Interpretation on MLMM

AN INCOMPLETE GOODBYE ( Continuation – 3 )

The coldness of the breeze increased as they travelled forward. Bella wiped the foggy mist on the window with her hand. The path became more silent and green as they moved forward.
“Why didn’t Ms. Ann join us?”- Jesicca broked the silence.
“She don’t think this was a good idea.”-replied Bella.
“I won’t support that. But you can’t stuck in the memories of Sam forever. You should learn to move on.”-added Tom.
Bella remained silent.

The car stopped in the middle of an alley. Bella covered herself with a scarf and she picked up the posy of fresh flowers from the seat.
“He is sleeping next to Mr and Mrs Xavier.”-Tom sighed.
“Sam’s Dad and Mom.”-Bella murmured.
“Have you ever been here before?”-asked Jesicca.
“Yeah, once. Just once.”- Her voice shaked.
They walked to the place where Sam and his family rests.

Bella noticed ‘days old flowers’ and fallen petals over his grave. She gently removed them.
Bella picked two flowers carefully from the bunch and placed each one of them over Mr and Mrs Xavier’s grave.
“Hi Sam. It’s been a long time.”- Bella’s eyes clouded with tears. She placed the remaining bunch of flowers over his grave.
Tom and Jesicca stood there in grief. Bella sat near his grave and stared at it.

2 years ago. Death Anniversary of Mr and Mrs John (Bella’s Dad and Mom).
A vintage coffee shop. Bella was having her cup of hot chocolate. She was sitting on the end, at a corner. Bella was staring at the rain.
“Prank the girl at the corner.”- said Paul.
“Are you crazy?”-Sam looked in amusement.
“You lost the bet. Go on buddy.”- said Ben.
“Yeah…But this is childish.”- Sam giggled.
“We are young. So go on Pappa.”- Paul made fun of Sam.
“Fine. Whatever. “- Sam raised from his chair and walked towards Bella.
“Hi”- Sam seated opposite to Bella.
“I’m sorry. Who are you?”- asked Bella.
“Girl, I think I know your dad.”- Sam smiled at her.
“I think you have got the wrong person. “- Bella sounded serious.
“No no. That’s impossible. Your Dad is Mr…Mr John right.”- Sam noticed an old keychain hanging on her hand bag with a carving ‘To my little Bella John. With lots of love ‘Dad” on it.
“Yes. How do you know him?”- Bella became curious for a moment.
“I saw him… I… I.. think a few days before…His car broke down and.. And I met him and I.. I helped him. He told me about his family.He showed me your photo. And…”-
“Stop it. I’ll call the cops if you utter one more word. I swear.”- Bella lashed out at Sam. She furiously took all her stuffs and walked away in a rush.
“What’s with that girl?”- Paul and others joined Sam.
“What happened here? Bella seemed furious.”-Sarah, the shopkeeper asked Sam.
“You know her? What’s wrong with her. I just told her that I knew her Dad. I helped him once and even before I finish my words, she just lashed out and.. “- Sam blabbered.
“You saw her father?”- Sarah stared at him.
“Okay.. Well.. It was a prank. But.. “-
“Oh boy! Today is her parent’s death anniversary.”- Sarah interrupted Sam.
Sam stood in shock.
“Did I just messed up everything ?”-Sam became nervous.
“Yeah. Exactly… Let’s go.”- Ben pushed him towards the door.
“Wait. Ms..?”-Sam waited for an answer.
“Mrs. Sarah”
“Yeah.. Right.. Mrs. Sarah.. Is she your regular customer? “-
“Nope. But she used to visit here every fridays.”
“And today is…? “
“Tuesday… an exception may be!Parent’s death anniversary. Visiting Church or something.”
“This is my card. Can you please call me if she visit here before friday?”-Sam gave one of his personal cards to Sarah.
“Yeah. Sure, if you promise me that you guys won’t annoy any of my customers ever again.”-
“Yeah.. I promise. No.. We promise.”-Sam giggled.
“Remember to keep the pranks out of my shop. “-Sarah waved back.

“Bella..”- Tom called her after a few minutes.
“Yeah, I’m fine. It’s just…”-Bella startled just like she woke up from a dream. Tears continued to roll down her cheeks.
“It’s enough. Let’s go back.”- Jesicca hugged her.
“Would you guys mind giving me a moment alone? “- Bella struggled to raise her voice.
Tom and Jesicca looked each other.
“We will wait for you near the car”- Tom replied.
“Okay. Thank you guys.”- Bella smiled in pain.
Tom and Jesicca walked away.

“Sam…I am so sorry. I.. I didn’t even get the chance to say my goodbye to you. And I know it was my only chance . I know there isn’t any golden doors or any other ways to meet you, to deliver my goodbye. I know you are gone but my mind is still refusing to accept the reality. And I miss you . Oh my god.. it’s killing me, the pain. It’s unbearable. I want you to know that I have loved you and, and I’ll love you forever and….and.”- Bella cried out. Tears rolled down her cheeks like a river.
“I can feel you Sam. May be this feeling is the only golden door remaining(Bella paused for a moment). I’m going back. Good bye Sam. I hope you received my goodbye, since I can feel you around.”-Bella giggled in pain. She wiped all her tears. Her face seemed like a red rose petal.

The clock struck 10.30pm.
“It’s been a long journey. Take some rest dear. Good night Bella”- Ann stroked her hair.
“Aunt.”-
“Yes, Is everything okay dear? “
” I hope Sam received my goodbye.”
“Sam really did. It’s been a long day. Sleep tight dear.”
“Good night Aunt.”- Bella closed her eyes.

“The puzzle is incomplete, my love(Sam winked at Bella) …….Goodbye Bella.”-Sam’s voice banged in her ears. Bella jumped from her sleep.
Alarm goes off. It’s morning 5.00 am.

( To be continued )

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GROWING CITY TALES

“Father wants to see you for a last time. When will you be able to visit us?”- Mother sighed.
“I’m busy right now. Will talk about it later.”- I rushed to the meeting room.

Bang, bang, bang !

I jumped from my sleep listening to the big bang of the prison bell.

I took a bath and get ready to get out of the prison.

I got my clothes back. I felt relieved after getting out of the wrinkled prison uniform.

After settling all the official formalities, I took a train from the city to travel back to my village. It has been 7 years since I visited my parents, my home, moreover my village.

I was a sucker for a city life when I was young and I loved new technologies and developments. I was always the first one in the row to listen the city tales of ‘Uncle Pratap’. He promised me to take me to the city once I complete my high school education. And as he promised, he took me to the city after my school life and admitted me to a college.

I always wanted to be like uncle Pratap and I always dreamt of a white-collar job.

Father permitted me to study in the city only because I promised him to come back after completing my graduation. But I studied hard and after my graduation, I achieved a better placement in a reputed company with a high salary.

Within a few months, me too changed according to the city life. I created a huge friend circle and attended a lot of bashes. I spent most of my money and time in pubs. I even started smoking and drinking. I wanted more luxury and purchased a new model car. I was in a rush to earn more. So I started accepting bribes and doing illegal business. But finally I ended up in jail. And I rotted there for few years.

I stepped out of the train. And walked a few miles towards the river. I took ‘uncle Thommi’s’ canoe. He seemed like he don’t recognized me. He stared at me as if he was looking at a stranger. But I recognized him. He became thinner and older. But still got the same strength in propelling the paddle.

I stepped my foot on my village after a long time. I took a deep breath and looked around. No hubbubs, no traffics, no pollutions.

My village was always a heaven in the heart of earth. Golden sun, crystal clear water, rhythm of streams, mooing of cattles, cooing of cuckoos, warm smell of freshly cooked rice, laughter of children, innocent smiles, chit chats of women and elders, how could it not be a heaven?

I was young and doesn’t realized the purity and innocence of my village. I was mesmerized by the city tales. My eyes was filled with darkness, so that I couldn’t realized the beauty around me.


I took my old camera from the bag. And snaped the shade of an old rope bridge in the streams of water. I scrutinized the photo that I snapped . Along with the streams and the shade of the rope bridge, I saw the shade of a boy.

I looked up. He was looking at me through the large gap on the bridge.
“You are uncle Ram, right?”- The boy asked me in excitement .
“Yes.”-I was shocked. But I smiled.
“I am Praveen. I am your sister’s son. I’ve heard about you. And uncle Pratap showed a picture of your’s, when he visited us last time”.

Ramya is my sister. And she was always envious about me leading a luxurious life in the city. Father forbade her to continue her studies after her schooling. When we were young ,she was also there with me to listen to the city tales of uncle Pratap. When my parents tried calling me back to village , it was she who always supported me, even though she was jealous of me.

“Mother wants me to be like you, uncle. I am now studying in class 3. Will you take me to city afer my schooling, so that I can also earn more like you?” -he continued.
“Come home. I was waiting for you to tell me the new city tales.”- I watched the thrill in his eyes as he continued.


I stood in shock , meeting my old version again and moreover I was anxious about the growing city tales.

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PS: Photo by  mouad bouallayel on  Unsplash

Written for Photo Challenge on MLMM

AN UNEXPECTED DAY

I was 8 and everyone called me Johny.

It always took half an hour to cross that large and wide river. We always took ‘uncle Eldo’s’ canoe to cross the same and sometimes we would miss our classes due to strong wind and heavy rain.

When uncle Eldo notices a rainbow in the sky, he would say “Go home kids. The journey won’t be easy today”.

It was a sunny day.
“Let’s Go uncle .”- We carefully jumped into the canoe, one by one.
Uncle Eldo took a deep breath and sailed forward.

We were a group of 7, including uncle Eldo. Among us, apart from me, uncle Eldo and my two friends, others were uncles and a granny who were working in the town.

When we reached in the middle of our way, we noticed the sky turning partially cloudy.

Uncle Eldo started to sail more faster. After a few minutes, I noticed the other land from the canoe. And uncle Eldo seemed a little relieved.

He sailed forward, but reduced the speed.
Soon the sky turned cloudy and it started drizzling .

The nervousness again clouded in his eyes. He strengthened his hold on the paddle and propelled faster.

Within no minutes, the sky and surrounding turned darker and dull. The wind became stronger and it started raining heavily.


Uncle Eldo tried to balance his unstable canoe. But it was in vain. Thunder and lightning became stronger. We cried and shouted in fear. Finally the canoe flipped over and we drowned.

The other 2 men saved my friends and they swam into the nearby land. Me and a granny drowned together . Uncle Eldo saved me first.
The land was crowded with a bunch of people.

“Eldo, don’t go. It’s treacherous.”- one of the men shouted.
Eldo jumped into the river to save the granny.

The last thing I remembered, before some men took me to the hospital was ‘a helpless hand stretching out of the fastly floating streams, just like someone waving goodbye and it was as same as uncle Eldo’s.’

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Written in response to What Do You See hosted by Sadje.

RE-POST : WHO ARE YOU ?

Life is an enigmatic insoluble puzzle. We are living each moment thinking of how to solve it. Each time, we try hard, we ends up in finding the missing tabs and blanks.

Then, what’s next? Obviously, giving a try in finding the missing piece.

In between the search, we may find a lot of scraps, and if we are lucky, we may able to find some pearls and gems. But don’t think that they are constant. Cuz , sometimes we may lose all the precious things we ever had. And sometimes we may even lose the scraps too.

After climbing, falling and searching each nook and cranny, we may realize that ‘may be we could replace it with a better one, or we could just avoid it and fix it with something else’.

Here we go again…. Trying to start all over again, just like a fresh start, with a bunch of new hopes. But in moving forward, sometimes, we may realize how important that missing piece was, and how stupid it was to think of a replacement.

Sometimes we may think of going back albeit we can’t predict how the outcome would be. Sometimes, we may get everything back which would be so nice ,or otherwise, we may stuck there forever; confused, broken,trying really hard to stand again, just like a flower bud; if something happens, it may rot and fall and if nothing happens, it may bloom and shine.

But sometimes we may move forward;pretending nothing happened, acting like we are strong, putting up a smile forever and completely leaving the missing piece behind, just like a clown ; hiding all the emotions and wearing a constant smile.

And sometimes, we may fall doing nothing; neither moving forward nor traveling back. We may wait like a lost kid, for someone to pick up us or to hold and to guide us.

But there are still some other folks among us, who learned to leave the missing tabs and blanks behind, and knows to move forward albeit the puzzle is incomplete. They would always keep the hope in their heart. And will always try… But not let the past to ruin their present and future. They always knew how to float along with the streams of life. And they are the Phoenix of tomorrow.

So the puzzle should be solved wisely. Or I must say ‘we must keep playing wisely albeit we lost some parts in between’. The decisions or the rules that we make are the keys which differentiates each of us from others… That’s the part which makes us an individual.

So… ‘Who are you ? A flower bud, a clown , a lost kid or a Phoenix ?’

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PS: The image ‘ LIFE IS COMPLEX LIKE A PUZZLE ‘ uploaded in this page is a piece of art by ‘GAYLE BURRY’.

For: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2022/08/14/sunday-confessionals-favourites/

WE WON’T MEET AGAIN !

Situation 2

The doorbell rings and your character answers it – finding nothing but an envelope with nothing on it. They open it and follow the instructions.

After spending a week with her parents, Catherine was packing everyone’s stuffs to travel back.

Suddenly, she heard the door bell ringing. Her mom was feeding her bedridden father, so she went downstairs and opened the door. There she found nobody, but an envelope lying on the floor with nothing on it. She took it with suspicion and opened it. She found an untidy piece of paper with something written on it.

Dear Cath,
Long time no see.
I know it’s been 5 years since I haven’t sent anything to you.
It’s not convenient for me to write everything in this letter. I’ll explain everything in detail once we meet. I hope you’ll forgive me after listening everything.
We can be together forever and this time I won’t leave you again. I promise.
I know it’s been too long and I wouldn’t have written this. But I still remember the words you told me before I went to the sea, “Dan, I’ll wait for you no matter what”.
I love you Cath.
Lovingly Daniel.

Catherine read the letter. She felt like she could hear the faster rhythm of her heartbeats. Her eyes clouded with tears.

“Mom, Dad is here.”- Little Ben shouted with ecstasy.
Catherine crushed the paper and cleared her face in a rush. And thrown the crumbled paper into the garden trash can.
“What was that honey?”- asked Gabriel.
“Something l was supposed to receive earlier.”-Catherine smiled.
“Huh?”- Gabriel affectionately carried Ben.
“A response from an old client. But the case is closed already. Leave it. Come inside.”- Catherine kissed both of them on their forehead and invited him affectionately.

Nobody noticed the man across the road, who was watching them. He walked back in dissapointment. His cellphone vibrated.

“Hello Tom”
“Hey Daniel, We are about to leave. By the way, did you meet her?”
“No. She has got a family. She has moved on.”-Daniel sighed.
“Oh! So no plans on meeting her again?”-
“I still love her,care for her. So I don’t wanna make things harder for her. We won’t meet again. And ask the crew to wait a little longer. Nothing left for me to do on the land. I’m coming back to the sea.”
Daniel walked away

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Written in response to RXC # 243, hosted by Reena.

GONE, BUT STILL REMAINS

Cold old days of winter,
I remember the golden days that-
I spent with my twin sister.
We made snow mans and snow balls,
And walked through every path hand in hand.
I stayed always by her side,
And she was always my shade and shadow.

Now it’s summer.
Apart from the snow,
Everything remains the same.
We cross the streets hand in hand.
But nobody can see her now,
Cuz her mortal life just ended.
But she still remains as my shade and shadow,
And I can see her on every path I walk.

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Image credit : Marco Bianchetti on  Unsplash

Written in response to  MLMM- Photo Challenge # 426, hosted by Weejars

IT’S NOT MINE, IT’S OURS!

“I had a brother who was just an year older than me. One day, when I was 4, I cried aloud and my grandma who was preparing sweets for us rushed towards me and carried me to the veranda.”

A small village.
“What happen sweetheart?”-Grandma asked her affectionately.
“Brother isn’t sharing anything with me. He told me to go inside and play with my dolls when I asked him to share his bicycle.”- little Jan cried out.
“Jeeva, come here. Grandma made sweets for you both. Have some and I’ll take both of you to show something.”- Gradma called out his grandson.

“Grandma consoled me by treating with delicious sweets and she also showed the same affection to Jeeva too. After we had our sweets, we started walking towards the street, each of us holding grandma’s hands.”

“Who eats red jalebi more?”- grandma asked while we were walking.
“Me.”- Jan raised her hand in a rush.
“Yes, Jan likes to have it more. But that doesn’t mean it belongs only to her.”-
“Why did you say that grandma?”- asked Jeeva.
“Sweetheart, Jan likes to play with her dolls very much . But that doesn’t mean the dolls are only for Jan. And she is forbidden to use bicycle. Our love, care, sweets, toys ,everything belongs to everyone. We should share it with others. Sharing is happiness. It’s always much more fun and beautiful to share everything with others than keeping all to ourselves. “-Grandma smiled while we both stood staring at her.

“Grandma stopped when we reached in a corner. And she pointed her fingers across the street where we saw two children on a bicycle. They seemed very happy.”

“Look at that sweethearts, look how happy they are ,even though they don’t have a mom to look after them,a dad to take care of them.”- Grandma smiled.
“Where are their parents, grandma?”- asked Jan.
“They are somewhere far from here ,honey.”
“Why didn’t they take them along? Won’t they miss them”- asked Jeeva.
“They couldn’t honey. But the children are happy. They are not alone. See, how the big brother take care of his little brother and share everything with him. Look at their happiness.”- grandma laughed.

“We too enjoyed the sight. When we went back home, I took my doll and walked towards my room. Soon my brother stopped me.”

“Jan, Let’s play together. Are you still interested in learning to ride our bicycle?”-Jeeva asked politely.
“Yes brother.”- Jan was excited.

“And he hugged me and apologized for being rude and not sharing anything with me. From then on, we learned that sharing is caring. And also when we grew up, we understood a lot of things grandma said. And we also realized that it was the painting of two kids on the wall and grandma was using it to teach us the importance of sharing and caring “- grandma Jan ended the story while her grandchildren gradually fell asleep just like the previous nights.

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Written in response to #WDYS hosted by Sadje.

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