Showing posts with label fiction. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fiction. Show all posts

Wednesday, 10 September 2014

The Blue Striped Sport Shoes II

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It continued for the whole one Month , She would see the man wearing the same blue striped shoes , As soon she would see them , she would shiver ,but she had no choice , she would move on and get inside her apartment , cry , sleep and wake up.This continued for a month.The apartment started haunting her ,She could hear her own screams , the pain , the moans , She could feel the pain everyday of the unwanted exploration of her body in very same apartment.

The neighbor's taunts had mellowed down , some neighbors moved on , But that was not enough as soon as she would see the same shoes ,the memories would come back to haunt her.If everything happens for a reason , there is its end as well.It was enough , She could not bear it anymore , She decided to finish it. Running away from the situation is the easiest thing one would say but nobody can feel the pain , the agony , the prejudice , the everyday taunts , She was bearing it till now.But its not easy being raped,answering and explaining the same to police,being left off to fight alone,Divorced and still living in the same house where it all happened,Escaping the glares of the neighbors,the thirsty eyes of every hawker who knew what happened,Answering the relatives who would never meet publicly.

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The day had come , She has decided to end the life which did not deserved to live.The life which was meant to live and let live but was not worth it , at least now.It was five in the evening,when the neighbors heard a sound , something had dropped ,a human body from seventeenth floor.A circle of people was formed around the wounded body.she picked her way through the spectators and looked down at the man on the ground. He was bleeding.He was dead. The blood poured from the torn skull like water.She felt no pity.


The police came , How did it happen , the Police asked "He was fixing the Balcony Lights,It was raining , He was standing on a makeshift stand , might have slipped , I did not notice as I was in the kitchen preparing tea".She came back after doing all the formalities ,It was Raining again and she was in balcony ,She was shivering and every drop of rain was not striking a wound oh her body now but it felt relaxing, she was still frightened and crying, but she was all right. 


Suddenly her mind snapped back to the reality of what had happened.The Gatekeeper who would always stick his eyes on her body from the day she had moved in the apartment with his husband , was the one who came that day in the evening to fix the balcony lights , perhaps would have made the duplicate of the keys , while she was at kitchen ,had barged in the house with the same duplicate keys in the night,explored her body,violated it and satisfied his hunger.All the time he was masked. Until she noticed the same  Blue Striped Sport Shoes he wore.


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That day when he came back to fix the same balcony lights.She asked politely "Was not it you that day".He Kept quite."You were wearing the same shoes aint it".She screamed.He Smiled,History will repeat itself he said,But before he could get down from the makeshift stand ,She pushed the stand and he was out of the balcony.



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Tuesday, 2 September 2014

The Blue Striped Sport Shoes

It was eleven o'clock when Sarita turned off the television set,Harsh her husband was still at office attending a client call.She showered, pulled on a sky blue nightgown, and slipped into the pink flowered bed sheets of the king size bed in the beautiful no curtain flat at seventeenth floor of this newly built housing society.She pushed the pillow below her head and switched off the AC as it started raining outside.It was lovely romantic weather and she looked gorgeous as ever.

Top post on IndiBlogger.in, the community of Indian Bloggers It was a daily routine for Sarita now a days that she would have dinner alone and would go to bed without waiting for Harsh as he would come around 1 or even 2 early morning every day.They had to agree to this lifestyle as It would mean extra hours being paid to Harsh which would enable him to pay the EMI of this newly built flat which was the best gift from Harsh as Sarita would often say.

It was 11:30 in the night but Sarita could not sleep , Perhaps it was the thunder showers or may be the cold weather which made her body long for her husband.An explosive sound broke the silence.She looked at the balcony ,but there was no one.She thought perhaps the sound had come from the passing automobiles or it might be the thunder.But again, the sound came , someone was at the drawing room and probably hit the newly bought flask which perhaps fell on the ground.she grabbed the telephone and tried to call harsh but strangely there was no ringtone ,perhaps someone cut down the wires.

She Shivered in bed,Suddenly her face was twisted into expression of helplessness and fear as the black barrel of a Nation Made revolver was pressed against her left ear.She Screamed and cried but was slapped and was asked to shut down the noise or else would be killed , said the Big man in black suit said who had mask covering his face and was wearing a pair of Blue Striped Sport Shoes.She cried,she begged for her life and showed him the locker where she had kept her jewelry.But perhaps he wanted something else.

Take what you want,"she said, "but please, don't hurt me." She cried.a tear fell down through her face.He came closer to her and asked "where is your husband " , "he will be back from office in a while" she said.Now he was so close to her that she could feel him breathing,He tried to make advances,she pushed him back, He tore down her blue gown ,she resisted but could not help.She bit on his hand and ran towards the balcony , he followed her , he twisted her wrist and grabbed her with both his hands, She was fighting , she resisted but slipped on the grill , as it was still raining and the floor was wet.She could feel the cold Marble flooring from her bare back.She was naked and shivering.The Man in the black suit undressed in a second ,Put his blue striped sport shoes near her face.She was shivering and every drop of rain was striking a wound oh her naked body , she was still  crying but no one would hear anything, Perhaps it were the thunder storms or may be the lonely seventeenth floor balcony but there was no one who could hear her.

He was inside Sarita now.She was in pain , she was only looking at the blue striped Sport shoes as the man still masked was trying to satisfy his hunger biting and scratching her body.After few moments , he stood up , shook his thing , like he finished , like he has won some battle ,dressed up quickly and before he would leave grabbed her again and bite her nipple like he wanted to leave a mark of his accomplishment.

She was still in pain , every drop of rain was hurting like an arrow on her body , She managed to stand up went inside , pulled on a new pink nightgown and then ran to the front of the apartment which was still open , She closed the door wondering who could have the keys to the apartment.She Felt helpless , She could not think where her mobile phone was , She Stood Silent in balcony till 1 am in the morning when Harsh came back from office.He was shocked.He cried with her.tried to console her.Tried to understand what she was trying to say in her jittery voice.

Later in the morning she had to answer all the questions from the local police department ,She had been answering questions for more than three hours now.She was exhausted.She wanted to sleep and to forget.The next morning , she was still sleeping till 10 am when harsh came up with bed tea to serve her .She smiled and actually forgot the last night trauma.But the shock was still to come , the daily newspaper read "Executive's Wife Brutally Raped and Survived.".She was just going through the newspaper when harsh asked "so where did he touched you".It was shocking , Sarita said she did not wanted to discuss but harsh perhaps just changed after that. For two months after that, everything was close to  normal.She could never imagine Harsh so silent and lost but I guess that was the fate.Six Months later they were divorced for reasons known to a few people only.She was dead inside and alone.All she got was the same flat in the divorce settlement because Harsh thought it would be too embarrassing for him to stay in the same flat where her ex wife was Raped.Months passed by , Sarita took up the challenge life had thrown at her,to live alone ,to earn and to stay in the same flat as that's the only thing she was left with along with the taunts of the society she had to hear everyday,

One day when she was returning from the grocery store , she saw something which shook her up ,which made her wounds fresh again,She was feeling the rain wounding her body even In bright sunlight,She Noticed someone wearing the same blue striped shoes.

PS : To be continued , Also this is the first part of total of two parts.

Wednesday, 16 July 2014

Blog Review of Anmol Rawat Blog

As a request on the Get your Blog Review Page I am going to review Anmol rawat's blog who writes on http://anmolrawat.blogspot.in/ .He is quite an active blogger at various social platforms and blogger communities and takes parts in writing contests and also writes on social issues.The blog is a mix of all these and he adds his personal touch to the blog with his picture which is cool.The blog is quite a dynamic one be it content or be it the outlook.This review is done after one month of silently reading the blog and checking what goes in and out of the blog.The blog has very less interactive widgets which is OK for a dynamic blog.
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1.Content :The content varies from Social issues to Fiction and then to contests but the good thing is that they are properly categorized.The content is good and full of pictures which do not have a caption but they do have alt text.There are lot of write ups which are quite pictorial in the way they are written which becomes the strength of the blog.Overall the content keeps on varying which gives a good taste.There is still a lot of room for more on the word play side.If you can write which free flowing words like a river your writing can touch heights then.all the best for this.

2.Uniqueness:The uniqueness may not be technically correct category to rate this blog in but still the content rules the blog so we can give this a miss.Its not just a dull write up blog its dynamic in theme and dynamic in content which makes it unique.Just keep up the good work with the write ups.

3.Activity: You are quite active as seen from you latest posts and comments , do get that rolling to increase the in depth traffic which will be organic after all.you are doing a good job in being active so keep it up.

4.Appearance:The theme is dynamic and looks good.The picture at the front header is cool and suits the blog.The header also changes the link to the article.The articles are nicely labels and we see different tabs which are nicely categorizes.This is good and is expected out of good blogs.No need of any changes on this 

5.Navigation:Now this is the best part of the blog , also just try to have a about me and contact me tab at the top .Navigation is cool and easy and actually works wonders for your blog.Kudos.

6.Technically : Your blog is not indexed by Bing. Your.Your blog is not indexed by Google and Its hosted on blogger.Not big problems.

To sum it up , your blog deserves 3.5/5 starts which is great.Your content is the king of the blog so just try to continue what you are doing.Also just try to now increase your level of easiness with words,try to use sarcasm which you been escaping from.your blog is good and you should be proud of that.Cheers.

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Sunday, 5 January 2014

The Slave

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by Rahul Miglani   

I never missed a single day. Everyday since her death I visited our sacred place. How could I not? It was the last promise I had made to her. I simply must keep it for as long as I may breath. On every waking morning I must visit this place.
I remember her last words. "This isn't the end for us. I promise that one day I will visit you again. I will await you in our sacred place someday. Please wait for me." It was then I vowed to visit this place every morning. This morning however had a somehow different feel than any other morning. On a normal day I would come here and sit on the bench by the water. As I woud listen to the soft current blowing the waves, greif and depression danced around me. Today however I did not feel sad in the slightest.

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