Judgement day

It was a gloomy weather outside. Her lawn looked moist and watered adequately. She stepped into the blue-black convertable, one year old, gifted by her to her husband on their first anniversary. It shone like a sword. She pulled back the gear and pushed off the garage. With a small note of instructions to her maid she speeded towards the street. The traffic seemed calm than any other day. Wind blew mildly through the neighbouring lawns swaying her blonde hair across her beautiful face. Pushing the hair lock back her ears, she drove faster over the recently tarred city street surrounded by the midday men at work.

As she drove past the small lake where love-bitten couples always swooned. She recalled the days when she was one among the crowd.

Those were the happier days of her 26years of life she reminded herself subconsciously. The stone benches had recorded her many memories with him whose photo-frame hung down the rear-view mirror. She recalled and cherished those golden moments with him that shooed away hours like seconds. She still remembered the first day after approval, the evening when even the half an hour long wait seemed a bliss to her. He had come to her with the good news of approval from his circle complimented with a boquet of red roses as a surprise to her. The long tight embrace they made that day could never be surpassed in their 4years of life together. The pleasant day continued to the multi-cuisine dinner. The platinum ring she always craved to have was unexpectedly lipped by her pink supple lips at the last sip of the champaign. Tears of joy rolled on her pink cheeks. Back home was a long drive, he pulled his car along the side, looked at her straight into the eyes. Minimising the distance between their faces he neared her ears to whisper ' I love you'. A long kiss made the day a perfect date. Those were days when he'd call off meetings at the workplace to spend quality time with her.

She had now reached her destination.The city traffic had now gained momentum.The parking lot was almost full. She found the space she needed to park her four-wheeler at the other end of parking lot.She looked into the rare-view, wiped her face, neatly tugged her hair back into the band. Bent towards the backseat to reach the file and her handbag, she carefully parked the convertible next to the lampost and walked swiftly towards the court.

It was the final judgement day for her 1year of divorce case. The case was filed against her spouse on charges of attempt to murder of wife.

Addicted

He gazed at its' slowing pulse,

Losing its life like a handicapped elf,

He could do nothing but lose himself with it,

Or to stride past its end forever,

which he could never,

Unseperable, he breathed his last with its';

last puff of his Cigar.

The unexpected

The mid night spoke about its murk and gloom as it spread all along the barren streets of my home. It was a tedious day at work, worried about the fastened dinner preparation I'd to perform, I fastened towards my gate. I noticed a shadowly figure behind me. Looked back, to find a young man, contracted my retina to have a intricate look at him. He was in a pitiable condition. In fact, he was limp. He stood below the fuseless lampost managing his rugged luggage only on his single leg and the stick he held as substitute for his absent limb. My heart melt at the first look at him. He stared back curiously at me. Somehow I din't feel like heading home without favouring him and his reason for presence over te lonely streets. I walked towards him. He looked faint and scared at my distance towards him. I looked into his eyes which looked pale, starved and visibly feared. I queried him politely about his lonely venture at that time of night. Trembling due to the cold wind that past us, he looked down and said he was new to the place and was lost but had to reach his village the next morning. Althrough he sounded very feeble. My thoughts went churning thinking of what favour I could render him. I asked him to wait for a few minutes till I was back and hastened to my home. I wanted to treat him to a hot tomato soup and give some bucks so that he could continue to village without much financial hassels. It was dark and there was a power cut. Cursing the local power supplier I headed towards the kitchen rack to find some candles. I was taken aback at the messed up status of the kitchen, utensils fallen off the floor. I closed the window from where I knew the culprit cat had entered. Suddenly I felt I could give him te old blanket which could serve his many purposes. I carried the small white chessboard painted seat to the room to take the blanket from the attic. It was even more darker. I helped myself with the candle which I'd placed in the hallway.

Gasp!! went my breath. I could not believe my own eyes. Everything in the room scattered and was thrown helter skelter. I ran towards my wadrobe locker. My instincts were right. My house was robbed including the blanket. I ran towards my balcony, but noticed the empty street which had no trace of the boy. All that confirmed my instinct was the coaxial cable connecting my home hanging down the lampost.

I follow me

Perplexed I stood there, losing my dignity, giving up to all the sore incidents, latched within a gloomy room thinking never to come out of it, i counted each and every reason to have brought me here. It was as dark as a cell, haunted it was just with those pessimistic thoughts of mine. Day night i stood there praying that be the end. Reminsces of the dirty harsh laughter on me, i saw again and again. Self-dignity, respect fading like ripples on a quiet sea. There he came..........yet again,

yes i heard somebody,

there....., here....,

I turned all around....

To find no one in my vicinity.

Did i really see anyone? hear anyone?

Giving up, i was back into my gloomy world.... mustering my courage to give up.

A piece of rope lay there, the only thing to encourage my seeds within, staring at it i sat all day.

A hard voice yet soft but determined i heard this time very real, very very real, right next to me. He posed like a catalyst to my hard-musterd thoughts. He spoke...., spoke like he's never going to end. He seemed to know everything about me.

Don't you be a coward, you are special, you may be hidden to the world and so you consider to yourself, but least is the world aware that you are capable of things which many are not.. You fail in life when you don't come in light with this truth.

Bend down, see those who starve even for a single meal a day, those not being able to see the beautifull creations with their eyes, those not aware of the world around them, those who want to live and do more but counting their days unwillingly.

You still want end here? go ahead nobody will stop you...... , but remember none can assure you a better life after this if at all there is one. You may be seriously confined than this for the unforgivable loss you are making to your beloved ones and the world you live. Self-dignity is not what the world gives to you, its what you give to yourself.

World is vast and beautifull. If you don't like the part of world you are living in, wait for the best, the people awaiting to enter your life in future, your surroundings do change and so your cowardly, useless, downtrodden thoughts will change......

I seemed to be going gradually convinced, going by his words. But ,I did'nt want to listen to him, not anymore scared thought of coming back to the ruly world I live. I ran, ran, ran as fast as i could. When i was sure i was far enough i turned back..... silence...... i stood still with the persistance of his voice, words kept haunting me.. This time i wanted to hear more... i could show myself rays of hope.

Changed you mind? it was him.... again this far. Where could you run leaving yourself behind? I asked him "Who are you?

I got no answer.... It seemed the silence of the world. I was as desperate as you....... awaiting

He spoke" If not me nobody else can save you. You know me. I am within you. I am you... I am your conscious."