Dear little one,
I don't know your name, but your thought is making me shed tears. Dear, you lost your brother today. In fact he had become a brother for all of us. We prayed for him, your 'puppy'. You will miss him we know. He was all that you knew for love. But dear, know that he is safe now. He is good where ever he is...
Dear, I hope your face doesn't turn up before me in papers or channels. Because I can't look at you. Nor at your brother.. May your life brighten up a little and may you splash around in colours while your brother sees it happily from behind the clouds....
The rain hid her tears as she stood there, waiting for the last train home. When suddenly someone walked up to her.
"Dear, have the train to Bangla arrived?".
It was an old man in his early seventies. He was wearing a jacket and his eyes looked at her full of hope. He was wet and seemed to be shivering a little each time the cool wind blew past him.
"It left the station uncle. You are late. " she said taking a breath and wiping the tears.
"Oh! " he stood still for few minutes.
"It's ok uncle. If you want I can check the schedule for the next train. "
"Oh no my dear. I don't find it necessary. It's that my son had asked me to come here. We were to go together. " a drop of tea...
Either this flame will become my pyre in which I will perish and become a name cherished by few and dreaded by some.
Or from these flames I shall rise holding the wings of faith and courage.
Like a beauteous phoenix I will circle the earth and beam at the doubts,fears and insecurities,
That fuelled the fire which made me.
The wind was howling as she ran through the field. Screaming his name. But he never looked. He kept on walking away. Her legs were growing weak with each step. Her body started to shake badly and onto the rough earth she collapsed with a heavy breath. She called him for a last time only in vain. She knew it was over and she has lost him to the fate.
She sat on a wooden bench staring at the dry field. She threw another glance at the crumbled piece of paper in her hand. Time hasn't changed him she thought. She could still see the glow in his gentle eyes. She read it again and again and again.
Placed above it was the ...