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A SLICE OF LIFE AND TIME(PART-3)


The sweet face of Rosa engulfed Shiva’s mind.He was eleven when he first met her.She had perhaps lost her way, or even home ;how she reached this place he didn’t know. She was just nine then. She had,most probably, lost her voice. Shiva took her to the nearby destitute home. Nobody knew who she was and was named Rosa. Shiva became a good friend of her and they went to the same school. Years rolled by but Rosa could never speak again. Yet,there was a mute eloquence in her eyes, which only Shiva could comprehend.She had a sort of charm that enticed young Shiva like never before. He spoke to her without words. Often they stood together still, in silence. School was over and Shiva’s family had no plans to enroll him in a college. But he pleaded with his parents and they gave in. Thus began a new life for him, he would go to college in the mornings and work in evenings at a nearby stationery shop. Rosa, in the meanwhile, had blossomed into an industrious young lady. She passed her intermediate with flying colours and pursued her graduation. She earned some money by tailoring too.
Shiva, also called Happy, often talked to her about his aspirations and dreams. She consented and Happy was really happy that day. He was nearly 20 now, a year to go and then they would be one. The in-charge of the destitute home was too happy to hear it. But he suggested that Shiva must search greener pastures if he wanted to live comfortably. Shiva gave it a thought and moved to Vijayanagaram, Andhra Pradesh. There he started a small garage and fortunately it clicked. Almost a year passed and he felt that he had, indeed, become an eligible bachelor.
He visited his parents in his hometown once in every two months during that gruelling year, but just had glimpses of Rosa. That fateful day, he walked into the destitute home and was waiting to see Rosa. Just as he saw her coming, a group of vandalists entered the place. Rosa immediately went upstairs and locked herself. The hooligans held Shiva,dragged him out of the building and cried, ”You want to marry her; she! God knows who her wretched parents are. You’ll go to hell!” Another quipped, ”Why do you rough him up? Its all due to that bloody woman. Come on, kill her.” Shiva’s blood boiled now, he hit someone very hard. The mob lost its temper and badly manhandled him. A gruff voice cried ferociously, ”You dumb woman ! Come down.” Rosa came to the window, opened it and gave her Happy a last look, eyes full of tears. The two little lamps said, ” Goodbye, Shiva. Its better to die with honour than live a life of suffering and pain.” And she shut the windows. He rushed but was stopped by the pack of wolves. In front of his very own eyes, he saw his life on fire. The destitute home was burnt down and in it, Rosa too. A loud wail followed, amidst the flames. All came to an end for Shiva. He could never be happy now. The mob hooted at this performance and then broke down on him. Shiva thought at first, why should I live now? Next moment he remembered Rosa’s last words. He must die with dignity. He defended himself and perhaps, the mob was too tired by now. So they let him off, injuring him grieviously. He jumped a high wall and was here. He was jilted by the events of the day. He was determined to avenge the death of his beloved. What should he do? Loot the mob? Kill? Plunder? Then what would be the difference between him and those wretches? Rosa would be so angry with him. Tears welled up. He wailed again, ”Rosa….” At the darkest hour of the night, Shiva felt something in his pocket. He took it out- a chain!!! The silver chain with a lovely locket- he on one side of it and Rosa on the other. He wept again. Thinking of something, he slipped into the darkness of night.

He had visited a friend’s home that night. Gifted her a vague sense of security. Only he didn’t know it.



Comments

Harshita said…
How do you do that? I mean... leave people speechless...

Gal,trust me you are amazing...I was so lost in Shiva's story that I almost forgot that where was I...

Ah!you are SOME author...All I can do and say is I bow down to you in respect and appreciation...You rock!!

I am so proud to knw someone like you.

Best Wishes
Harshita
ANWESA said…
@harshita,
i'll swoon now..wat a praise..i just cant tell u wat i feel..luv u 4 ur beautiful comment.i'm xtremely blessed happy 2 hav such a nice reader.
umm i liked the story but not the end..
ABHISHEK SiM said…
for a moment I forgot everything else... captivating narration... very intense... Loved it !!
oh sorry!

now i know its not a short story but continuation!

Its going good then...

waiting for the next part!
¢яŷştąŁ said…
I agree with Harshita..you;re SOME author..
too goood..you're really good at weaving a beautiful chain of words!
ANWESA said…
@winnie the poohi,
sorry gal,many a flowers r born 2 blush unseen..not all love stories end happily.hope u'll find the next part somewat better..
ANWESA said…
@abhishek sim,
a biggg thank u!!i hope u get d answers of all ur questions in the last post..thanx agen.
ANWESA said…
@crystal,
well,this is the 1st long story i'm writing.so,i'm xtremely flattered by ur n harshita's words.thank u ..thanx a lot..
Tara said…
Good going girl! You leave it at exactly "that" point, where the reader is forced to wait for the next part! Good work! Waiting for next... :)
mayz said…
that was tooooo good!!!
totally captivated my imagination...i had pictures runnin in my mind...
this piece calls for an applause
Aneesh said…
Beautiful and very realistic.. Nicely written.
But i felt like scolding you.. why can't you give them a happy ending..
:(
tremendous work...

i am having goosebumps..
trust me i Don't heve them easily..

take care and rock on
ANWESA said…
@tara,
thanx 4 d encouragement..
ANWESA said…
@mayz,
thanx a lot dear!!!!
ANWESA said…
@aneesh,
thanx 4 the compliments,n 4 d scolding u gave me,i hav no words.
i consoled myself with the thot that she died a death of dignity, not that she was an escapist,but honor is much mor important 4 a woman than life.at least,she made a man out of shiva.
ANWESA said…
@v,
well thanx a lot.i was too senti while riting d last few lines of this part.
Buzzz said…
nice story girl, u mind me addin u up ?
ANWESA said…
@buzzz,
thanx..of course not.
ANWESA said…
@aparna,
thanx..
Cess said…
wow, really sad, did not understand at the beginning, cause i was thinking what will happen to the girl in the wardrobe :) but really nice and sad story :)

C.
Keshi said…
truly captivating and graphic!!

Keshi.
RiverSoul said…
I'm amazed.
This is one helluva story......
Thats one tragic ending you have given to rosa though.

Gr8 work, dear.
:)

Ps. Blog updated
:)
the last 2 lines of the post were the most intriguing
and the emotion was beautifully expressed through out the post ..
Priya Joyce said…
yaaar wen i red this i just wanted to forget everything and leev everything behind it was so niice dear

wat do i say more

wen such good writers of the blogsville hav appreciated u do u need ma stamp on ur super cool work.
Manasa said…
Loved the story.. Nice ending :)
phoenix said…
whoa.....

i cant really tell just what im feeling...

ive goosebums all over me now...

*HUGS* babes you are one helluva blogger..and im mighty proud to know you
Diana said…
Is this in someway based on Kandhamal happenings?......

Lovely way of writing yaar.....The scenes just unfold before my eyes while reading this.....keep it up....
ANWESA said…
@cess,
thanx 4 reading,d next part will satisfy ur curiosity abt d gal in d wardrobe.
ANWESA said…
@riversoul,
thanx dear!
ANWESA said…
@diana,
yes,its my imagination based on d topic.thanx 4 reading it..

@other comment posters whom i'vnt replied,
i'll reply 2 ur comments asap.till then keep smiling.
Hemanth Potluri said…
good goin anwe...nice continution :)..

urs..hemu..
lukkydivz said…
You are a blessed writer anwi, it was like watching a good video on youtube ;) you understand, don’t you :)
ANWESA said…
@descrying the shadows,
i hope u cud make out dat d gal in the wardrobe was a childhood frnd of shiva.i meant her as the "friend" in the last 2 lines.
thanx 4 reading!!
ANWESA said…
@priya joyce,
thanx sweetie!i really luk forward 2 all my readers n i'm happy dat u lyked it..
ANWESA said…
@manasa,
thanx 4 reading!der is anuther part 4 to follow..
ANWESA said…
@pheonix,
thanx a lot dear!!
ANWESA said…
@hemanth,
thanx a lot!!i hope u'll keep smiling n blogging 4evr!!
ANWESA said…
@lukkydivz,
**it was like watching a gud video on youtube**
thanx a lot!!!!!!!!
¢яŷştąŁ said…
And to tell you,I feel so jealous at times...of that article.."the confessions of a woman"..man! I love it..really,totally,madly and deeply.Lol
Heart'n'Soul said…
OH my
U've left me in such awe now.... really well written.... creative genius!!!

lookkin fwd to more here :)
Aneesh said…
Yah, sometimes it is better to die than be alive and in real life things don't always end as we want
:)
Diana said…
Seee I guessed it right :) :) :)
Lena said…
awesome narration dear!
You are a great author, really beautiful piece of writing.
Sach! said…
This is great! Left me speechless...
SUBHADIP said…
You really have a spiritual gift of writing and analysing..just read your blog and it is one of the finest..this is Subhadip..
if you can visit my blog and share ur comments on my collection of writings..http://subhadip-writerscolumn.blogspot.com/
¢яŷştąŁ said…
whre've you disappeared?
Vinz aka Vinu said…
loved it....
came very late it seems...
this piece was wonderful..now heading to the next part...

:)
ANWESA said…
@crystal,
yeah,d topic was too emo!!
ANWESA said…
@heart'n'soul,
thanx..immmensely..
ANWESA said…
@aneesh,
thanx..ur words sum up d narrative..
ANWESA said…
@diana,
ur quick enuf!!
ANWESA said…
@lena,
thanx a lot gal!!n welcome 2 d blog!!
ANWESA said…
@subhadip,
i bow down 2 ur praises,i'll surely visit ur blog..
ANWESA said…
@crystal,
sorry,i was a bit busy..
ANWESA said…
@vinz aka vinu,
thanx..but it wasn't late,only a week apart 4m d prev post..

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