Sunday, 8 March 2015

Up in the skies ...

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THUD THUD THUD !!!!!  banging and barging came a group of beasts, bearing Kalashnikovs and AK-47 . It was a small single bedroom house with a larger backyard. The walls were laden with several cracks, some of them so deep that, even the slightest disturbance would make them to crumble. The air had an imbibed smell of gunfire and smoke.  Long away somewhere, the sound of a rocket swishing was faintly but frequently heard. Sometimes the sound gained intensity, showing the proximity of the weapon fired. The big burly beast like men stomped all over the house searching for its inhabitants. Having searched the small place thoroughly, two men went to the backyard. They grew impatient by the second and one of them spotted an almost out of sight tiny building nearby. It looked somewhat like a small shed. Breaking in by firing at the latch, they were lecherously happy to find a women furtively hiding behind an old abandoned Plymouth. They looked upon each other gloating. One of them took few long strides and grabbed the woman by her long pony. She wailed helplessly knowing well, what she is about to experience in a few minutes. She joined hands to the one above praying all off this to be just a bad dream that she can wake out of. She was desperately waiting for help that she very well knew would never come. She was dragged out from the shed and into the house. She was thrashed, battered, bad-mouthed and what not. The men were ecstatic. Thad just got their prized catch. They immediately started feasting on her.

From behind a rusted empty oil barrel peeped out a pair of eyeballs filled with fear and tears.  The tiny figure sat with his legs folded up to the chest and hands tightly wound around the knees. His hair was short and shabby. His cheeks were moist from several tears wiped and still pouring out endlessly. He was petrified to move even an inch. He could clearly hear his Mother shrieking and weeping her throat out. He was a small little 5th grader just whimpering helpless without the slightest of clue. He remembered just one thing what is mother said finally “ Sit tight and hide, God will Help”  He obeyed her and waited in the same place for more than 2 hours….


 Dear God,

Ammu ma has told me that you are the protector of the whole earth. She told that you live high up in the sky and you can see everything. We also have lot of photos of you in our house. Yesterday many bad men beat Ammu ma very badly. Ammu ma was crying continuously. It would have caused her lot of pain and I too was very afraid. Ammu ma taught me that beating others is a bad habit and that you will punish the ones who beat. Yesterday when they beat Ammu ma you never came and punished them. Krishna Uncle says you will punish them soon. Krishna Uncle lives in our street and is very nice uncle. He took me to his home from the shed yesterday. The men who beat Ammu ma were not there when Uncle came. I was very very hungry and Janani aunty gave me chappathi and Dal to eat. Both Aarthi akka and Parvathi Akka are also very nice and they played with me.. Uncle is now taking me in a big boat to live in another place called India. Aunty and Akka are also coming with us. He tells that our country is not safe now. I don’t know what happened to my home and school and park. There are many bad men with guns, in jeeps and there is always fire and broken buildings everywhere. I don’t know why all are running are crying in the streets.  They are all getting beatings like Ammu ma I think. I dint go to school also for a long time. I don’t know what happened to my friend Sharan and Mythili ma’am in school. I don’t see them at all.  Arjuna appa went to shop last week to buy me chocolate and he did not come back at all. Krishna uncle says that both Ammu ma and Appa are with you. God, I love them both so much and I miss them a lot. I want to play with Appa. I want Ammu ma to feed me while playing and want to hear her song before sleeping. They also Love me so much God. I think you don’t know about all this. So I am writing you this Letter to tell you. I want to be with them in our home. I want to go to school and play in park in the evening after school. Please give them back to me. I am very sorry if have done any wrong. I will be a good boy from now and will never give trouble to them. I am feeling very sad without them. Please give them to me....


2015  March 1st
Fri 08:45PM

The room was brightly lit and extremely well air-conditioned. "Apppppaaaaa", a shrieking voice completely filled with energy and excitement stormed into the room, banging open the door, in the form of a young eight year old. She came in running, and with a  single leap, hugged on to  her dad, who was seated on the cot beside an old metal suitcase, with an old letter in one hand and his lovely daughter tightly held on the other. The lovely voice slowly whispered,  "Appa, Where is God? Y cant I see him at all?". Tears welled from his eyes, but there was no fear anymore. He gently kissed his daughter, his whole life came before him in a flash and still smiling with tears he said "God lives high up in the skies, Ammu. No one can see him, but he can see us all" 
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