Mute Spectator
The inspector stared at her non-existent breasts for a minute before dismissing her. Behind her, he said something about grapes and oranges but she neither had the intellect nor the interest to understand the reference.
By the time she reached what was left of her home after the bulldozer had run over it, she saw her amma sitting with almost everything they had called their own.
“Did you get my school-bag?”
Amma did not respond.
She started digging at the rubble with urgency. Sometime later, she fished her book out, the first chapter of which was incidentally called – HOPE!
63rd Republic Day but still a long way to go.
speechless…This one’s similar to hope defined by a blind girl who tries to learn colours…good write!!
Thanks Abhijit. I have not read the reference that you have made but I guess I figured it out.
Brilliant…
This one post where just stumbled upon from somewhere has compelled me to read many of your other posts. Some very very good themselves, but this one is a class apart, kudos.
Thanks Ranjeet. Appreciate your going through some of the posts on this blog and glad that you liked them. Keep dropping by
reminds me of faiz ahmed faiz’s lines :
dil na-umeed to nahi,nakaam hi to hai
lambi hai gham ki shaam,magar shaam hi to hai
very well written and very apt on republic day-oh yes,the count is 63rd!
Thanks Vikas. And lovely lines. I kept reading them for quite some time over and over again.
Lovely Lines!!!!Each one is better than the previous I read..No wonder…You have such a fan following
Thanks Amrita