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A SLICE OF LIFE AND TIME(CONCLUDING PART)

The day broke, not with twitter of birds, but with smell of burning life and property. She woke up and wondered what was she doing in a wardrobe, amongst her mom’s sarees. In the flash of second, she recalled the grim situation. Her body was aching. But she was safe and sound- that reassured her a lot. She gave a quick call to her parents. They were camping 15 miles away, in the nearest town. She thought ,”So near yet so far.” The curfew was still on, her father told. Then she peeped through the slightly ajar window to see if the intruder was still there. There was no one. She concluded that it was just her hallucination, or an unfortunate soul ! She didn’t bother to change or have a bath. Danger was still lurking. She had a wash and ate the noodles she had cooked the previous day. There was no charm in her life since yesterday. She was struggling with her own emotions. She prayed silently. Complained to God. She looked like the living dead.
The curfew was imposed for six long days. No relaxation period. At the end of it, she had learnt a bit of cooking, all by herself. There was no electricity for most of the day. Telecommunication networks were jammed. No water, she survived it. She had learnt to live a different life -where each moment lasted like ages.
It was her good luck that she came to no harm, though she heard sounds of stones being pelted, men screaming, babies crying and women weeping almost everyday. She hadn’t seen the sky for six, long days. The trauma she went through is beyond description.

Still life and time go on…





P.S: Dedicated to the innocent victims of Kandhamal riots of Orissa which shook the very foundation of simple, peaceful social life of Oriyas. It spread to other parts of the state as well.


Though Maoists claimed responsibility for the catalyzing cause of the unfortunate incident, battlefronts were already drawn in the name of religion.


Can anyone restore the balance of her mind?
Can anyone bring back Rosa? Can anyone make Shiva happy?

Unfortunately, the flow of life and time is irreversible.

Comments

ANWESA said…
@ALL MY READERS N FRNDS(lil' priya joyce especially),
i'm currently busy 4 my xams so i'll not b able 2 blog as usual.i'll b here around mid-november.till then keep blogging.
the story series has ended.post in ur feedback soon.
thanx 4 lot of luv u all have given me,
ANWESA.
shukr hai...kisi ne to achhi ending kari.

as u said life goes on...

whatever happened there was inhumane and i hope govt. does something for a change this time.

take care
brocasarea said…
liked the emotional aspect....!!!.:)

hope everything goes on fine there...[same thing is happening here from past few weeks in mangalore]
Keshi said…
LIFE, HUMANITY, SUFFERING...all in one post. Great stuff girl!


**Can anyone restore the balance of her mind?

only she can do it, even with all the scars..


Keshi.
Harshita said…
A really good ending.

SHE will never be healed :(

Good Luck with your exams.

I will wait eagerly for you to come back to the blog.

Stay Happy
Harshita
Tara said…
Beautiful Anwesa! Too good. Keep up the good work girl and come back soon! Best of luck with your exams too! :)
mayz said…
yay!!! happy ending...

thou d scars of d wound can never go...esp when they r etched deep in our mind
Priya Joyce said…
this is magic with words gal..
u touch lives with ur posts..at;east mine...
Vinz aka Vinu said…
happy ending...loved it..

but still the pain of riots remains at heart..!!

damn this world of hatred and violence...!!

nice dedication girl..!1
lukkydivz said…
i've been so ignorant all this while, never heard of the orissa riots :(

a beautiful dedication anyway.

good luck for ur exams :)
Aneesh said…
hey finally you've decided on a nice climax. Thanks :)
Yup, what you said is right, what happened has happened and the pain one suffered cannot be undone. Only if we can turn back time?..

BTW, All the best for your exams..
:)
Hemanth Potluri said…
nice ending anwesa...loved it :)...

and all the best for ur exams...do well and come abc soon :)..

urs..hemu..
Aparna said…
yes....they are not irreversible.....hope we can realize that soon.......
ABHISHEK SiM said…
all the best for exams !

nice ending... the feeling of life in it.
Diana said…
Happy Diwali Anwesa
Kartz said…
I must say... I loved the way you concluded the series. Keep it up... *applauds*

Have been tied down the past two weeks... And no respite in sight! Anyway, here's wishing you a very Happy Diwali..!

Peace.

And good luck with your exams..!
ANWESA said…
@brocasarea,
thanx,i hope dis kinda incidents nvr happen at all..
ANWESA said…
@keshi,
thanx 4 d comments..ya,i agree wid u,only she can..
ANWESA said…
@harshita,
thanx a lot gal!!
ANWESA said…
@mayz,
thanx,n i agree wid u..
ANWESA said…
@priya joyce,
thanx gal!!!i really appreciate ur sentiments!!
ANWESA said…
@vinz aka vinu,
thanx!!!
ANWESA said…
@lukkydivz,
thanx gal..it was really a sordid chapter of lyf..
ANWESA said…
@aneesh,
thanx 4 d luvly comment..
ANWESA said…
@hemanth,
thanx..
ANWESA said…
@aparna,
thanx 4 reading..
ANWESA said…
@abhishek sim,
thanx a lot..
ANWESA said…
@kartz,
thanx ...happy diwali 2 u too!!

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