Sweety Aunty

The grandeur arrangement for that wedding seemed to be of a great charm in itself. It happened to be the most expensive wedding of the city. The invited guests were adding an extra splendor to it. Guests were coming, dancing, sitting and gossiping in the large vibrant wedding hall smelled with the jasmine flowers. Indian weddings are more interpreted as to show off the economy level of the families, than the things which are actually required for the ceremony. All men were suited up in their Van Heusen tuxedos while the ladies preferred to go with different styles. Some were wearing traditional sarees while some were in the colorful heavy weighed lehngas, making them walk with difficulty. The DJ boy had then played a romantic song and whole atmosphere was made lovesome. It was the time of the introduction of the bride and groom – the centre of attraction for that evening. Meanwhile Sweety Aunty, being simple and sober, holding an envelope full of money as a gift to newly wedded couple compassed into the place where mandap (kind of booth) and the stage for the wedding couple were situated. Sweety Aunty was self obsessed not so good looking lady. With every single hair colored with black dye, her facial skin had started experience the agedness of her life. She hated when being in a group, some other lady got appreciation for her looks and beauty. She realized that such situation might arise there, so she decided not to stay there for long. She went to meet the bride’s mother who also was a very good friend of hers. She congratulated her with a smile on her face and offered the envelope to the couple. She was about to leave the stage when she was pulled by her friend to have a group photo clicked with her family members. There and then somebody among the groom’s friend admired the fair bride’s beauty and delight. Everyone began fleeting their glances on her though no one felt the presence of the camera for a moment. Sweety Aunty felt so depressed that she had never felt before.  She felt very jealous of the bride and escaped from there.

She was in anger, walking back to the car parking when she heard pandit ji (the priest) reciting the Sanskrit hymns. She went back at the mandap and stood behind the other people watching the ceremony. She was dissatisfied with the thought of her looking old. She had grown a feeling of detest for the bride in herself to such a great extent that she wanted her beauty to be vanished forever. That thing was still moving in her head when she heard pandit ji screaming loudly. Suddenly Sweety Aunty stood on her forefeet to had a look and saw that bride’s silk lehnga had caught dreadful fire while having vows around fire. The entire scene before her eyes got brightened in a few seconds. Everyone rushed to help her but the moment when some help came to stifle the burning, till then she was burnt all over. Nothing was identifiable. Her beauty, her charm, her delight everything got burnt in the fire of Sweety Aunty’s anger but Aunty stood quiet and smiled slyly among the shocked guests.

Loki got enlightened !

There was all dark when Loki entered into his room. It looked like the sun had set earlier that day than any other winter evening. He switched on the lights and kept his suitcase on the floor. The room was empty. After having a look to his new place, he took out the newspaper from his bag and opened the Shine Jobs page. Loki came to the city in search of a job and was living as a paying guest in a city where he knew no one and so had nobody knew him. His eyes caught a sight of a Job Vacancy column at corner of the page and as soon as he began to read it, the power turned down and everything turned silent and dark like a wormhole where all his thoughts were destroyed, unable to make an exit from his mind. He somehow managed to read every column for which he was suitably educated but was unable to decide which to select. He was confident enough that with first position in university exams marked to his records, he would get a good job. That night he kept thinking about his settlement in that new city. Next day he went to the private schools in the city to apply for a post of chemistry teacher but returned dissatisfied with the low pay scale. That evening when he came to his room he found the power was still off since the last night. He felt very strange and tensed but decided to search for some other job in the paper. At last he found one in the printing press and went to the factory for a week but left it after he found that they were secretly related with the supply of duplicate currency. And this chain of events remained till he got the other job. Because of his honest and authentic personality, he did not stick to any of the jobs. Every time when he entered his room at the evening after leaving a fresh job, he felt disappointed and surprised that no bulb, no CFL would light up that whole night. Most of his time then was spent in the darkness and he gradually felt depressed. On one such day, he realized that being well educated and well disciplined, he was nothing. Nothing great had been achieved not it would be achieved. The world was taking him for granted. He was lagging in the human race. Nothing good happened and so he lost all the hopes.

Loki was a man of his words, his virtues, his traditions but the bright city lights had caused no illumination to his fortune. The darkness was perfectly spread all over the sky. He came outside to his balcony and decided to leave next morning back to his village. Suddenly the room was illuminated with the lights. Loki was amazed. He smiled looking towards the bulb and CFL. He clearly came to know that those city lights will never accept him. Next morning, he packed up his suitcase and left  that city forever. The room was again empty with a bulb and a CFL also missing from their walls.

The Untold Sorry

He was in a great anger after he had a fight with his mother that morning. No child is born with a right to abuse his mother, the one who once confronted that precious life in her womb. His wife was standing behind him when he lifted his hand before his mother in an effort to slap her. A drop of tear went on slipping on the cheeks from mother’s wet eyes as she closed her eyelids. His face was deep red as that of blood. He took his bag, put on his shades and headed towards his office aggressively. He didn’t make his way to office that day, switching off his phone and made his mind to leave his house and live in a small flat with his wife and son. He spent that day finding a perfect BHK flat for a family of three. When he reached his home at evening, he found his place to be solace. Nobody was at home. Later he came to know after inquiring in the neighborhood that his mother got her right side paralyzed since he left for office in the morning. That thing was unexpected, he rushed to the hospital. As soon as he reached there, he ran towards the operation theatre where his mother was lying on a bed covered with a white cloth. Her condition was very critical. She was in an emergency ward fighting with her death consistently.

He was very moved, finding his mother in such situation. He turned back to the corridor with tears about to flow from his eyes. He was the one who was responsible for the situation present there. He was very low even to regret for what her mother was going through. He was in a state of being miserable. His wife showed compassion to him. He realized his mistake and decided to apologize for it to his mother. But he couldn’t say a single word. He started writing a short SORRY note addressing her with a pray on his lips for the betterment of her health. He was actually begging the life to get the time rewind back so that he could have changed the entire arisen situation. He was writing when the doctor came out from the OT and told him that she had lost her memory completely and would not be able to walk. He sensed the feeling of emotional shock caused by the news. His eyes kept looking at the doctor, his hands frozen, the writing stopped and the pen remained straight in his fingers. His grief was seen in his hands with the rough and dry texture of his fingers, a grief that his note of “Sorry” remained untold.