Not Enough

He stood at the edge of the mountain road that ascended the mighty mountain like a serpent around its victim. He stood perfectly still, his eyes fixed at the deep valley below & his conscience struggling with the challenging quandary, to jump or not to jump. Of course he had made up his mind hours ago, but then, standing at the edge of life itself, the task seemed impossible. But maybe it was because he was pondering over something he had already decided upon. It seemed logical – logic that bent and warped with every passing moment. Logic that led him to believe that securing 87% marks was not enough. Securing 19th position in the class was enough. Just qualifying the college-entry-level exam was not enough. Distancing yourself from every means of entertainment to secure good marks in board exams was not enough. But it was not entirely his fault. His being was moulded by the social strain of society and hardened by the booming competition.

So he jumped, dismissing the hurdling thoughts and accepting the ultimate truth – the one backed by logic. For a moment he felt a gush of fresh air across his face, but then it was only the branches and leaves. He hit one and bounced off another until his body stuck in a thick alpine.

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Four hours later 2 teams of disaster-SOS department arrived at the already crowded spot. TV reporters were busy interviewing a fellow, reportedly the only eye-witness. He was one who alerted the police about the incident. It took the SOS team around 30 minutes to descend the deep gorge and rescue the boy from the thick green alpine cover. Once on the boy reached the safety of the ground, a SOS unit doctor examined him.

“A broken limb, another wounded, dislocated shoulder, possible fracture in the right arm and some bruises. No serious head injury. He will live.”, the doctor declared.

“He is a lucky fellow. The thick tree cover along the slope saved him.”, said the team leader.

“How much?”, the doctor asked.

“A hundred feet, give or take”, replied the team leader.

“Lucky indeed”, said the doctor.

Somewhere in the medical van, struggling with fading consciousness, the disfigured boy lay waste to his latest failure. One last thought crossed his grumpy mind as his consciousness gave in to the overpowering anaesthesia – a hundred feet is not enough!

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Holi Hooligans ~ {SS #2}

There were colours all around; in the air, on the ground, and every living being was covered covered in them. The surroundings were soaked in captivating essence of various flowers. People were dancing and cheering all around. The environment was filled with so much energy that the usually morbid beings looked as if they had been injected with a new variety of drug, something ecstatic.  The sounds of laughter and joy together cultivated a state of bliss. The smiling faces burst into laughter every time a relatively clean person was soaked in colourful water or bombarded with water balloons.

Soon the thrilling yet peaceful environment was disturbed by the high pitched roaring of extremists, who came in groups, laden with balloons filled with dirty water and pockets filled with tacky colours bottles – the holi hooligans. The smiles faded away giving in to fear, and joy turned into hysteria as the hooligans infiltrated the gathering, celebrating in their own way, exploiting the virtue of a festival they were vaguely familiar with.

The music was still on, colours still soared the sky as the festivities continued, people still celebrating – some willingly and others unwillingly. No one objected and no one cried; the festival of colours, dull and bright.

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Soar[ed] ~ {SS #1}

The sole of his right shoe made a squeaky sound as he walked along the road, loud music thumping his inner lobes. His eyes, glazed as a winter’s morning, were lost in a distant summer; a pool of memories soothing the aching soul. His body seemed to be on autopilot while his mind scavenged parts of a different world, of a different time – neverland of memories.

His hands lay vigil on the steering as his dreamy eyes sought some relief, a reward for their incessant efforts. The loud music on the music player failed to evoke even a sliver of interest in him. The musical notes passed through his habitual mind, as they had thousands of time before, leaving no impact whatsoever. It seemed as if his mind, preoccupied with cramped and limited thoughts, had resolved to maintain its state of being.

His shoe squeaked along the path, his body still on autopilot, his mind still trying to make sense of the complex past. Amid the cerebral rubble, the sun seemed to be a bit over-enthusiastic as it appeared out of nowhere, its brilliance increasing every moment. The pale yellow light broke the interim trance as it met the glazing eyes, and suddenly he saw a truck moving towards him at an incomprehensible speed. The truck driver’s dreamy eyes widened in a state of hysteria as his vigil hand and stern legs seemed victims of a relentless fate. Their frozen eyes met for a brief moment, their minds aligning in a bizarre chemistry as their distant thoughts collided in single pool of horror – Oh fuck!

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A Journey of Sunshine

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The bright morning sunshine, originated from its proud owner, travelling through the moist atmosphere of pleasant morning, surfacing the ice on those high mountains like feeding them their morning breakfast, falling on the plain grass terrain and reflecting back like a mad dancer, illuminating the entire environment and killing even the slightest darkness like a promising messenger of life and hope, the sunshine then entered through the window and touched the eyes of her, sleeping in her room. She opened her eyes -slightly ajar- green and beautiful. Her lips stretched a bit and by that sunshine lasted its journey.

The Happiest man on Earth?

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Antony Fartey was ten when he first felt as he was feeling now. His face was pale and he was sweating as though his body was nothing but a shower. His light blue shirt had sweat marks at armpit, at shoulder and at collarbone. The air conditioned atmosphere of his cosy cabin had no effect on him. He looked restless and troubled. He loosened the tie and closed the lid of his laptop. He went back on his chair and tried to relax. He closed his eyes and wished this would get over, very soon.

No, he was in no state to bear it. He stood up and walked two rounds in his office. He opened the gate of his cabin and went towards the washroom, two cabins away. He was about to enter there when a guard stopped him. ‘Sir, there’s some plumbing work going on, No one can use the washroom today.’

Antony cursed the man whose face he saw when he woke up in morning. That was a threatening situation for him. He called his secretary and asked her to cancel all his today’s appointments. He started to run in the corridor, slipped twice and dashed two persons in his way and did not even care to apologise. Entire office looked at him in disbelief. He had realised that he had a very little time left. He took the elevator, entered in and pressed minus-one button. Elevator accelerated down quickly, became steady then decelerated till it stopped at parking. Antony could feel every single movement happening to and in his body. He reached to his car and entered in there, took some deep breathes and pushed the accelerator hard enough that tyres made two skid marks on pavement. On his way he jumped four red lights and almost killed a man and his wife who were crossing the road.

After some fifteen minutes of reckless driving when he reached his apartment, his legs were trembling. They were weak and strained.  He opened the gate. His dog jumped on him and licked his hand. His wife looked worried when she saw him in that condition. Antony pushed both of them and went straight to the washroom.

Ten minutes later when he came out, his wife had swathed her face with a thick cloth and was spraying room freshener at everywhere. His dog was barking like an animal that just had gone crazy. The entire apartment was filled with obnoxious smell of human excreta. And amid all of this, Antony Fartey was standing at the washroom gate, his hand on his stomach, a heartfelt smile on his lips. Antony Fartey was perhaps the happiest man on the earth.

THE TRANSITION

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The night could not be darker. It had rained recently and paved road was shining like metal in monochromatic yellow streetlight. The fragrance of newly blossomed flowers was stimulating her sensations. She, while, was sitting on a huge white bed covered with long white curtains hanging freely around the bed. She felt so fragile and beautiful and untouched. Craving for something and then everything. She blushed for an unknown yet pleasant reason.

A green, unmarked and smiling leaf of a tree started shivering in response as cool monsoon breeze touched her green smooth skin. Wind got surfaced on her, leaving her unable to take any long still wanting some more. As the wind blew harder on her she started to dance on the rhythm composed by the fresh monsoon breeze, her master. Agreeing. Yielding. Surrendering. Making her to be flown with the wind. Losing her and submitting to the wild wind. Allowing it to do everything. Every possible thing. And then a drop of rain fell on the leaf. Completing her. Making her gorgeous.

Both of them giggled as she slowly collected her breath and loosened her grip on the long white curtain.

The BreakUP? – Friday’s with DX #3

Hello guys! I was not available for the past two fridays due to internet problem. Otherwise, who would miss a friday?!
So today I have a short story for you guys. This is a small experiment as I have never written in this genre before. Fingers crossed!

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The wind played with her hair like he used to. He saw her beautiful face from the black locks that were trying to shield her face. Yes, he remembers how much he loves her hair, and her. She sat beside him, near the shining lake, gazing into infinity. She was much too occupied within herself to respond to wind’s graceful attack. Oh! How badly he wanted to play with those black locks, and how badly he was resisting.

She finally decided to defend herself, collecting all her locks into a nice bun. He saw those locks getting caged against their will.

“You know you look more beautiful with open hairs”, he said, swift as the blowing wind.

“It doesn’t matter”, came the instant reply, with a voice fighting to stay put.

“Matters to me”

She looked at his sincere face, with eyes so intense you just don’t want to miss a moment, and she knew that it did matter. With one swift moment she removed her hair pin, and her black locks were back into battle. A decent smile curled upon his face. She still cares.

He picked up a small cobble from the vicinity and threw it towards the shining lake surface. The small rock piece bounced-off the surface 5 times before finally meeting its destiny.

“Why does it have to be this way?”, she spoke in a voice so innocent, you don’t want it to meet the peccant answer.

“I don’t know…”, he said, lost somewhere in-between random thoughts. But he knew she deserved some sort of explanation.

He continued, “You see, our destinies are like that small stone. We can dare to rise against the mighty water, we can even survive for a bounce or two,but in the end…”, he paused, realizing the sudden silence around them. The wind had stopped blowing and the insects and animals were on a surprise break. It was as if the whole universe was silent, silent for them. In that moment, his eyes met hers, and the silence of the universe spoke for the both of them. None of them blinked, for this divine moment didn’t allowed them to. He could only see unconditional love & kindness hiding behind a thin veil of anger. She could see true love bounded by helpness, stale mate.

In that moment of silence, their souls exchanged loud memories and moments. He knew he was going to lock away his heart forever, but there was one last thing.

“You know… I still love you… I always will…”, he said, gazing into the blue sky, trying to figure out its boundary.

She looked at him for one last time, her face dressed with a beautiful smile, putting the key into the lock. She silently took his hand in hers and joined him in search of sky’s limit. The universe was back on its regular track. The gentle wind blowed once again, playing the songs of nature, bidding farewell to the love which travelled on water, unlike the stone.