Immortal Love - 1

#‎ImmortalLove

‪Chapter 1

This was a cold morning of December 2012. Last night there was a very heavy snowfall in the city. All the roads got covered with snow. The communication system of the city was also disturbed. There were very few people who were walking on the road. Apart of all these, there was a man who was standing in the balcony; staring at the sky. His hand was on the railing and in other hand; he was holding his cell phone. His grip was very tight on the phone. His face was looking stoned but his blank eyes were telling that the ocean of the tears has been dried till now.  

He opened the text inbox. He had read that message many times. It seemed that he knew that it will happen one day but now he believed. He stared at the screen of his mobile.

"Dear Robin! This is not the end of our love. All this is destiny. We always knew that we can't be together in future. Though we kept a very lovely relationship and very wonderful memories of the time we spent together. And I am not going to forget you. This all I am doing for the sake of my parents. You know everything. Only death have could separate us but I don't want to forget you. Marrying someone other didn't mean that I had betrayed you. This is my wish that on wedding day I just want to see you for the last time. Please you have to come."

Robin tried to delete the text but his thumb didn't respond to his command. He threw his phone to bed and went to the bathroom for shower.

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Under the shower, he was continuously thinking of  Diya. Their first meeting that incident, first movie, first date, first kiss; everything was keep flashing in his mind. With every drop falling on his face, his tears were also rolling down. He made his mind to attend her marriage. Not because she forced, but he want to let her know that he is happy and doing better.

He came out and opened his wardrobe. He was searching for his shirt and blazer. While searching them, he touched a black shirt which was gifted by Diya on his previous birthday. He was confused what to wear but after few moments his hands guided him to take out that black shirt. While putting on that shirt, his nostrils were full of a feminine fragrance; it was her body odour which was coming from the shirt. He soon remembered that three days ago, after making a passionate love; when he opened his eyes; Diya was standing near the lamp resting her shoulder on the wall and continuously staring him and smiling. She was wearing that shirt which was so loose on her body but still she was looking so gorgeous. Her hair was wet and shining on her neck and shoulders. The first two buttons were open and her neck was shining with the golden necklace and a love bite, both gifted by Robin last night. She had taken her bath so whole room was blooming with her sweet and erotic fragrance. Robin slowly came out from his bed. He was only in his boxers, a naughty smile and moved towards her to take her in arms.

As these memories came in mind, Robin threw that shirt again and the big fight which resulted their breakup flashed in his mind. His face turned red and soon there were traces of tears on his cheeks.

He took his phone and wrote a message, "Sorry! I am having an important work today evening. I can’t come. And there is nothing between you and me now. Go ahead and marry that guy. Heartiest wishes!"

He typed the message very quickly but his fingers were not pressing the sending option. There was a big conflict between his actions and his feelings. His mind and heart were not in the same rhythm. 

After few moments he sent that text and fall on the bed. He was continuously staring at the roof and fan. He checked the revolver which he always kept under his pillow. It was there. He closed his eyes and soon he got slept.

‪#‎ToBeContinued

तुझसे कितना प्यार मैं करता हूँ?

वो जो एक लम्हा है,
मैं हर कहीं तलाशता हूँ।
वो जो खुशनुमा सा एक मंज़र,
मैं हर जगह देखता हूँ।
है इक चेहरा जिसको मैं,
रातों के तारों में तकता हूँ।
चंद लफ़्ज़ों में कैसे बता दूँ,
तुझसे कितना प्यार मैं करता हूँ।

रहता हूँ खोया तेरी यादों में,
बेचैन सा अपने ही सवालों में।
आ जाती है लबों पर मुस्कान,
पाता हूँ जब तुझे अपने ख्यालों में।
नशा जितना तेरे ख्वाबों का है,
है नहीं वो किसी मय के प्यालों में।
तेरी छुअन को अपनी रूह में,
उतारकर महसूस करता हूँ।
चंद लफ़्ज़ों में कैसे बता दूँ,
तुझसे कितना प्यार मैं करता हूँ।

बारिश की बूंदें हों या सूरज की तपिश,
रहनुमा बनकर छाई तो तू ही मुझपर।
सब कुछ पाने की जिद या सुकून का एहसास,
खुशियाँ हज़ार बरसाई तो तूने ही मुझपर।
तेरा ही रंग, तेरा ही संग रहा हर वक़्त,
मेरे जिस्म की परछाई बनके समाई मुझपर।
सुबह-शाम, अब न कोई काम,
बस तेरा नाम लिया करता हूँ।
चंद लफ़्ज़ों में कैसे बता दूँ,
तुझसे कितना प्यार मैं करता हूँ।

#तरु

वो हो तुम!! ❤❤

वो हो तुम!!  ❤❤

आँखें खोल के जब देखूं,
रोशन जिससे मेरी हर सुबह हो!
पहली किरण की, चमकते उजाले की
वो ख़ुशनुमा सुबह हो तुम!

छूने से जिसके खिल जाऊँ मैं,
जैसे हवा छूती है नयी कोपलों को!
हर पल हर लम्हा मौजूदगी है तुम्हारी,
ऐसी हवा का झोंका हो तुम!

सुकून के दो पल जो खोजें,
जिस साये के नीचे आँख बंद हो!
हर मौसम, हर हाल में जो साथ हो
ऐसी खूबसूरत एक छाँव हो तुम!

रात अँधेरी हो या हो चाँदनी से भरी,
टिमटिमाते, झिलमिलाते हो तारे!
आगोश में तुम्हारे फिर सो जाऊँ,
ऐसी शब की लम्हा हो तुम!

अकेला हूँ या रहूँ हरदम भीड़ में,
पास रहूं या तुमसे कई मीलों दूर!
खिलता रहूँ तुम्हें याद करके,
साँसों से जुडी वो खुश्बू हो तुम!

जिंदगी और वक़्त चलते रहे,
हम छोड़ें न एक दूसरे का साथ!
कर नहीं सकता कोई तुमसे दूर,
जीने की ऐसी वजह हो तुम!

#taru

Baby Doll Sone Di - The Golden Girl

Baby Doll Mein Sone Di!!

"All is rubbish!!What a boring journey?"  Shivani mumbled, kept the Cosmopolitan in her bag and closed her eyes. She placed her head on the grill of the window and started looking outside the train. The train was running at its usual speed and many things were being crossed. The green fields, working farmers, children playing in grounds were passing but she was not enjoying this journey. Her mind was totally upset. She was so lost in about her results and career.

Shivani Soni; a 20 year old college student, was returning from hostel to her home as her summer vacations were announced and all the students were leaving to their respective native places.. She was not interested in returning home but she had no other choice left. She decided to join her Aunt's boutique where she can utilize her vacations also and learn something new. It was a sunny and most humid day of the May; Shivani took her water bottle and gulped some water.  the journey was still 6 hours long so she decided to take a small nap. She unfolded her scarf, covered her head and adjusted herself close to the window. She tried to sleep but there was so much noise in the train which was not letting her to sleep. The noise of engine, chitchat of nearby sitting passengers and railway vendors kept disturbing her so she pulled out her phone plugged the earphones and started listening some music tracks. Hardly 20 minutes were passed, she heard a different kind of noise. It was like a song in a childish voice and a drum beating. The music was not so perfect but loud enough to attract the people. Shivani opened her eyes and took out the earphones from her ears. She tied her hairs in a bun and moved near the last end of her birth. Some people were standing and looking at the direction from where the voice was coming.

There was a small girl nearly 12 years old with a boy around 5 or 6 years old. The boy was wearing a torn t-shirt and shorts while the girl was in the getup of a joker. Her cheeks and nose were painted in red colour and she wore a small skirt which hardly reached till her thighs and a joker cap was on her head. She made the boy sat down on floor near a seat and smiled to everyone. Her skin was a slightly darker but she was looking beautiful. The kohl and colours on her face made her cute and her voice was really so sweet. She greeted everyone and folded her hands. The passengers looked at her. the girl looked towards them like she was seeking some permission. When she saw that people have started looking at her, she signalled her brother who was sitting near to her with a small drum and an instrument called damroo. She took out a steel ring from her She started rolling from a steel ring; she bent inside the ring like a trained gymnast, danced like a serpent and many moves she performed. She cracked some jokes, sung songs and funny poems, shayaris etc. and danced on some peppy bollywood item numbers.

After her 25 minutes performance, she bowed down her head and looked towards the people who were around her. She took out a bowl from her bag and stood in front of passengers with a big hope. Some people gave her coins while others turned their eyes in opposite directions. They covered their faces with newspapers or acted like falling asleep. Some of them gave disgusted look and uttered some abusive words about her and her parents. Women passengers started cursing the people who give birth to such children and pushed her away from them. Maybe even reflection of her shadow can make their branded sarees a dirty one. But she greeted every passenger with the same and constant smile on her lips and having dried tears in eyes. Her brother was silent and looking towards the people who were clapping few minutes ago and now pushing her sister with those same hands. He slowly called, "Cheenu! Please...."

Oh!! So her name was Cheenu aur her brother used to call her by this name. Cheenu looked behind and waved her hand towards her brother to have some patience and keep silent.

Shivani was observing all this very carefully. Few seconds later, Cheenu was standing in her front of her. The same smile, the same eyes, the silent prayer on her lips; Shivani could read them and understand easily. She opened her handbag snd searched for a 50 rupee note, but she was having only notes of 500. She looked at the Cheenu but she was looking at her brother. Shivani understood and took out the packets of wafers and biscuits which was kept for the meal by her hostel warden. Cheenu took them and smiled back and bowed her head. She quickly ran towards her brother and gave them to him. She tore the packet of wafers and started feeding her brother. Shivani was continuously looking at that direction suddenly she noticed that Cheenu's brother was handicapped and his fingers were cut. All he had only a palm and by that he can beat the drum. There were no fingers in his right hand.

Shivani looked at them and thought about their life. She was feeling sympathy towards both the children and cursing the destiny for their condition. After feeding the brother, Cheenu once more looked towards Shivani and got up. She held her brother's hand, took her small bag and drum and walked towards the next half of the compartment. Shivani turned her face towards the window and her eyes got stuck on the passenger who was  sitting opposite to her. The passenger was reading a filmy magazine. On its cover, there was a seductive photograph of a hot bollywood actress and the tagline was  boldly written, 'Baby doll mein sone di..!!!"

Shivani laughed at the society and its hippocratic mentality towards such children and mumbled, "Yes! That girl is a real baby doll sone di..A golden girl with a golden heart!!"

The End

Tarun Meghwal

The Leaf And The Droplet

#Loosing myself winning you

Sitting in the balcony, he took the cup of coffee and stared towards the water droplet which was trying to find its way on the glass of the window. It rolled smoothly and made a zigzag way and merged in another droplet. 

He still remembered the morning, when he was laying in her lap after the beautiful night they spent. She was moving her soft fingers on his face and hairs. Her eyes were continuously looking towards him. Her face was glowing; maybe the reason was the beginning of their new life. He was waiting for her words but she just closed her eyes and took a long breath. That breath and that warmth; it felt like the earth took breath after a heavy rainfall. He hold her hand tightly and raised his head but she forced him to keep sleeping in her lap. It was more cozy and comfortable then any bed. There was her essence, her care, her touch, her feelings; everything which completed him. He felt like a baby and he don't wanted to loose her.

He tried to say something but she kept her finger on his lips and pointed towards a leaf of the tree standing outside the balcony. There was a droplet of water which was trying to stay on the ends of leaf. The drop wanted to stay on that leaf and the leaf also allowed the droplet by folding its ends. The leaf was looking fresh and the droplet increased it's freshness and beauty. They were looking beautiful together. The drop was dancing, rolling here and there; living it's life with full happiness and joy. The leaf was also swinging and moving the drop; like she is hugging and caressing the droplet.

Suddenly, a strong wind came from a direction and shook the branches of the tree. Whole tree and leaves moved right and left. All witnessed this small romance of leaf and droplet. But the parent branch was weaker than their bond of love. With a small breaking sound, it hung in the direction and the leaf got worried about the droplet. The branch and all the leaves tried to save them but it was more harder. Leaves looked towards the leaf and the droplet. The leaf folded itself like trying to cover the droplet inside itself.

The droplet squeezed it's shape and tried to be with it's love but the nature's desire was somewhat different; cruel and rude. It was not showing any kind of mercy on the leaf and the drop. The leaf tried very hard to keep holding the drop but drop got slides and reached to the last end of leaf. The drop cried and begged to the nature that it don't want to depart from the leaf. The leaf also tried much but now the body of droplet started losing the battle of her life. Its shape started changing and within a few moments, it fell down and leaf became alone. All the leaves and branches watched this but no one could help them. The leaf became sad and angry with the nature.

He closed his eyes. After few seconds, when he opened his eyes, he saw she was having tears in her eyes. She were crying. She crossed her fingers with his and said in a low voice, "Like this, one day, we will also depart. This world will not allow us to live together. I can't live without you. This drop was so lucky, that it spent it's life with its love." Saying this, she stopped and raised her head. The branch was still there but the leaf surrendered itself. It was lying on the floor covering the drop. They both were still hugging each other though they both were now not in this world.

He got up, hold her face with his hands and kissed her teary eyes. She looked in his eyes. He hugged her tightly and whispered in her ears, "Don't worry. No one will keep us away. No matter, what the conditions will, I will always with you like this leaf..till the moment I die."

#TheEnd

#taru

I Will Wait For You

I Will Wait For You

So many months have been passed,
You are out of my sight.
So many nights have been gone,
You are out of my arms.
So many days have been ended,
You were not with me.
So many seasons I have spent lonely,
The place on the swing is still empty.
So many precious moments have been vanished,
Your absence hurted me a lot.

All I want to say that,
Yes I left you, I left your love.
I left your town, I left your world.
Listen, that was not my fault.
I was just a stranger,
Who was lost in your town.
You saw me, you came towards me,
You gave your hand to me.
I was going to ruin my own life,
You hugged me; you held me.
I started seeing a new life of mine in your eyes,
I felt the new ray of hope in your vision.

That night when we were returning to the city,
It was raining heavily.
When you looked me like a flower looking towards the sun,
I took your hand and planted a kiss on your left palm.
I thought that it must be a new life to me,
But as every life has to pay its cost, so that was mine.

That night someone was watching us,
And the incident came in eyes in your family.
You will never know that morning when I was standing in front of your father,
You were as usually sent to your work.
Firstly he ordered me to forget all thing and leave you forever,
But when I saw in his eyes; there were some tears and some thoughts were in his minds.
Perhaps he was thinking about your future and his reputation,
He can give your hand to any person whom he choose; but for only me he was against.
He took my hand and took a promise that I will go out from your town as well as your life,
I had no courage to deny that thing because I always felt that man like my angel's father.
I took my belongings and soon moved towards the path,
Leaving the best of memories of our life and some broken dreams of ours.

But you never knew,
That still I am looking you from this place.
In a hope that one day you will come to know,
That I still love you and waiting for you.
And I will never get tired for waiting,
Cause I know every love get another chance.
And now I am waiting for my turn,
To return that love and care which I got from you.
No matter in which situation you will come, 
How long you will take.
Years will pass; seasons will change,
But my eyes will stuck on the path from where you will come back in my life.

#BasedOnATrueIncident

#taru

It Happens Only In India - 3

#ItHappensOnlyInIndia

#Part3

“Have you seen that video? TV channels are broadcasting it since 3-4 days. That Indian army officer with national flag. What is so special in that?” A girl asked her friends while entering in her college canteen.

You haven’t seen that? Look how a muslim man in our army uniform is insulting our national flag; that too on independence day. I think he is a Pakistani or an ISI terrorist in Indian army uniform.” A guy replied and handed her the phone playing the video.

“Bastard.” The girl said while watching it.

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At the same time…

In the Army HQs.

“Actually.. It was the 15th august night. I along with my unit was on duty at the city stadium, where the chief guest was our state honorable home minister. There was gathering of approximately 5000 people. Each face was looking happy and the day was celebrated with full zeal and happiness.

I too got a gallantry award for showing bravery during the terrorist attack in Srinagar. My chest was broadened when the chief guest praised me and my unit. It was the happiest and unforgettable moment of my life. I always wanted to do something for my nation and my service in Indian Army gave me that chance to serve my motherland with full dedication. My family, my friends, my neighbors all felt proud when I stood in front of them in army uniform. This uniform and national flag always inspired me to serve the country and its citizens in every possible way.

That night, after the Beating the Retreat ceremony, I was returning to the unit HQ. The other soldiers of unit were sent to the HQ in army truck earlier and I was in my jeep. I sent my driver in the truck so I was alone and driving the jeep.

I was too tired that day and was feeling hungry. The HQ was about 60 km away from the place. So I decided to skip the food of mess and have the dinner at the roadside hotel. I parked the jeep in front of the hotel and came out.

I was there around 30 minutes. I finished my meal, paid the bill and stood nearby the jeep. I saw a water cooler outside the hotel. I was feeling sleepy so I went there to wash my face. After washing the face, as I turned back, I saw a car running in a fast speed. But at that moment I didn’t care about it.

I sat in the jeep and left the hotel. After driving 10-12 kms, on a turn, I felt something crawling on the road. I dimmed the headlights and slowed down the speed. That thing was lying on the road and a human hand rose. I stopped the jeep, took a torch and came out. I threw the light on that and I got dumbstruck. It was a girl in subconscious state. She was lying wounded without any piece of cloth and bleeding from everywhere. Her hairs were messy and she was shivering badly. She saw me and waved her hand like she was begging for help. I was still shocked that what should I do in this condition my feet were like got stoned, my heart was beating faster and I was sweating badly.

“Help!” as the voice echoed in my ears, my sense awake. I moved a step but soon stopped. She was naked. I looked here and there but I didn’t see any cloth there. I ran back towards the jeep, searched backside but unfortunately there was no cloth. I closed my eyes and my tears rolled down, I got no option. I was feeling so helpless. My eyes were stuck on the box which was kept on the backseat. I pulled it and opened it.

In that box, the national flag was kept which was folded by my own hands that evening. The flag which I can hug even when my I am dying with smile on my face. The flag for which I want to live, I want to die. The flag which was more precious for me than my life. But that time it was the question of someone’s life. It was about a citizen of my country for whom I pledged to serve without being so selfish for myself or for my family. It was for a girl and we live in that country where girls are treated as Goddesses. Even Islam has also taught me to help the needy without thinking about youself. Bhagwad Geeta preached to do the right thing without thinking about its consequences. This was not the time to think about the religion, it was about humanity and no religion is above than humanity. I looked upwards, apologized to my Allah, to my nation, to my duties and to my responsibilities. Without thinking about the consequences, I took the flag out with teary eyes and ran towards the girl.

The girl saw me coming towards her, she cried loudly and got unconscious again. I closed my eyes and wrapped the flag around her body. I carried her in my arms and took her in the jeep. After making her sleep on backseat, I sat on driver’s seat and without thinking any question, I drove as fast as I could. Within half hour I was in front of city hospital.

The hospital staff and nurses rushed towards us and took her inside. I sat outside on the bench. I was praying to God to save her in any condition and keep her alive. Suddenly the door was opened and a nurse came out and handed me a blood filled cloth. It was the national flag. I took it in my hands. It was full of blood and stains.  I touched the Ashok Chakra, I felt that fabric. It was not just a cloth for me, it was my own heart and I was feeling like someone has taken my heart outside my body and handed me back.
At the corner of corridor, I saw a tap there. I got up and headed towards there. I sat on my knees and tried to wash the flag. I tried a lot but the stains remained on it. I failed to save the prestige of our national flag. I kept it and sat on the floor. I broke the rule. I forgot what was taught during my training. At that moment saving her life was more important for me. I can die for the respect of my nation but at that moment respect of girl was more important for me.

There was a CCTV camera placed in the corner of that corridor. Probably, this video was captured at that moment and edited. I belong to the Muslim community so some politicians and religious organizations are trying to recreate the whole scene with their view and trying to misguide the whole country for their own political selfishness. I don’t care about all this. Within a period of 5 days, I got a tag of an ISI terrorist, ISI agent etc. but I just want to say that if we don’t respect our citizens; we can’t respect our nation. Whole patriotism is rubbish if we can’t serve our own people. People show their love and respect towards the country only on occasions of Republic Day, Independence Day and Martyr’s Day but remaining whole year they don’t even love each other. They don’t respect each other. Every day we face many problems like riots, attacks just because we don’t have the equality. We create differences by religion, castes, money and gender. Even girls and ladies are not safe in our nation. What kind of freedom is this? Our mothers, sisters and daughters are not free here. They are beaten brutally and get raped. We are still a slave of our hypocrisy, our cheap mentality. No nation can leads to development until its citizens don’t want to get develop.

Sir! Before you give any decision or set a committee against me, I myself resign from my services. Not because I am afraid of the punishment but because in my heart I am guilty for insulting my national flag, my unit and whole Indian army. I request you to please approve my resignation and hand over the case to the army judicial. I want to face the people as a citizen of India, not as an Indian army official. I have full faith in constitution and Indian judiciary. Jai Hind!”

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The victim girl died. Her dead body was returned after 72 hours. Doctors tried to save her but their effort were inefficient. The girl lost her hope of living and maybe her soul felt guilty for Captain Ahmed.
People prayed for the girl and cursed Ahmed. News channels and newspapers were full of these two news. It is the new India after the 69th Independence Day.

And still one question is left unanswered…

Why this happens only in India?

#TheEnd

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Unintentionally if anyone thinks that the story is related to a religion special, an incident special and get hurts, please forgive me. It’s a work of pure fiction and feedbacks are welcomed in inbox and comment section.

Thanks for your valuable time for reading.

#taru

It Happens Only In India- 2

#ItHappensOnlyInIndia

#Part2

Four days were passed. Newspapers and TV channels were showing the whole incident in their ways. A wave of rage and anger blew throughout the nation. People and other social organizations were protesting against the state and central government that they have failed in providing the safety to the women and girls. Specially, the university students and youth were angrier. They wanted to express their protest and frustration at every platform; whether it is in front of police station or it is on social networks. Various student organization and civilians decided to organize a strike and protest march to raise the voice for women safety bill and improvement of the law and order in the city.

Every evening people came and gathered at Central Park along with candles, posters, boards and hoardings. It was the way to pray for the fast recovery and wellness of the girl and justice to the girl and her family. Many social activists, NGO’s and people working for voice against woman violence; all were pressurizing the police and government to take proper action and arrest the culprits. On the other hand some religious organizations and saints were blaming the western culture and Bollywood movies that these things mislead the young generation and such sins are the results of modern lifestyle.

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Apart from all this, the girl was still in unconscious state; admitted to the city hospital in an ICU ward. Her body seemed so weaker. The food supply was done in the liquid form. Her body was full of plasters, dressings, stitches etc. she was beaten so brutally that her private parts and internal organs were badly affected and intestine was ruptured due to the huge and forceful pressure she suffered that night.

A team of four specialist surgeons were trying their best to save her life but her condition was getting worse. Her health was continuously kept deteriorating. Seeing people’s anger and protests, the state government decided to send her to Singapore where better medical facilities and efficient surgeons were available.

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“Can you tell us that what happened on the night of Independence Day? You didn’t thought a second that what was taught you during your training? And what will be the reaction against your act? Whole country is criticizing Indian army because of you. And above that, you belong to Muslim community. Politicians are thinking to create an atmosphere of hatred in other communities and army. Please tell us, why you did that?” One of the three army officials asked in a high tone.

Captain Ahmed who was silent since three days his controversial video got viral through Youtube and WhatsApp; was sitting in front of his seniors in unit headquarters. His was having a smile on his lips and he looked like he is not worried to what is said everywhere about him. His body was straight, his arms were relaxed and eyes were stuck on the corner of table where a small tricolor flag was placed on the pen stand. He shook his head and looked directly into those eyes that were having so many questions.

Col. Sinha got more confused and he shouted, “Captain! From past half n hour, we are asking you something and you are smiling like an idiot! Don’t you know that you have broken a rule and made a crime which is inexcusable? You can be terminated from your services or you can get jailed also! We want a proper answer that what thing forced to make such a crime by the hands of an army officer?"

Capt. Ahemed who was silent since he entered in the room; took a long breath and looked towards the faces that were in front of him. His body got tightened as he opened his mouth to give his justification.

“Sorry sir! I know that what is going here and outside the unit headquarters. I am also aware of the fact that I made that crime that would result me a court-marshal and imprisonment. I have broken the rules that night and did the crime for which each Indian can punish me. And I know, belonging with the Muslim community, I have made my whole community ashamed of my act and because of me they are facing anger of other communities also. But I just want to tell you that what happened on the night of the Independence Day.

Actually…………………………………”

#ToBeContinued

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It Happens Only In India-1

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#Part1

It was an evening full of rain and celebration. The occasion was the 69th Independence Day of India. Every Indian was celebrating the eve in his own way. All the people were present to enjoy and witness the cultural events at the stadium held by the municipal council. Whole stadium was full and wave of patriotism could be seen on the face of each citizen who was present there.

Outside the stadium, a black Mahindra Scorpio was parked near the entrance gate. A gang of four college boys was sitting on its bonnet.

“What a bad day man I spent today?” One of them shouted looking towards sky.

“What happened bro?” The other one who was wearing a red t-shirt and goggles asked lighting a cigarette.

“It’s impossible to survive for me today!” He acted as soon he will cry louder and screamed.

All the three looked at him and laughed on his act.
He again shouted, “Motherf*ckers! You are laughing for what? Don’t you know, today is our Independence Day and bloody dry day also. None of beer bar or wine shop is open today. What kind of independence we are celebrating? I am dying without gulping a single drop of alcohol today. When we are independent now, why this ban on such days? When we are not independent to drink whenever we want, why should we call ourselves independent? Bloody sh*t the Independence Day!!”

One guy climbed off the bonnet and took out a cartoon from the bottom of the seats and said, “Don’t you worry guys! I have set the entire programme. Look what I have brought for us?”

“Oh my God! You are more than my brother. Thanks so much for all these. Look guys! We are having three vodkas and a cartoon of beers also. Plenty for making our night full of independence.”

“Woooowwww….!! Then for what we are waiting for? Come on, open these and let’s celebrate the Independence Day.”

They all echoed in one voice.

“Sure. Cheers!”

“Cheers bro!”

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Three hours passed. (11:30 PM)

“I am flying in air now. Now this is the real independence for which I was revolting from 26 years from my family. Full freedom and full vodka! What about you all?”

“We all are high. Feeling so much hunger now. And you?”

“I am also hungry dude but this hunger is some different. I want to eat a hot flesh. Do you all understand what kind of flesh I want to eat now?”

“Wooooooooo! We all are tigers brother. And we all want to hunt a hot flesh and have a party. Look there! Our prey is growing in red top and black jeans.”

“What are you thinking then?  Lets Grab her and finish our hunger of our body organs.”

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It was a dangerous turn; around 15 kms outside the town. The vehicle applied the brakes and the door opened. Within few seconds, she was thrown out and the vehicle moved away at its highest speed. She was without any piece of clothes on her body. Naked and wounded, she crawled few inches towards the road. Blood was flowing down from her face, mouth, shoulders and knees and from every body part of hers. Scratches and cuts were clearly visible to tell how brutally she got treated. Her whole body was shivering as the cool breeze of wind was striking on her naked and bare skin. She tried to get up but this was a failed attempt. She fell down again and got unconscious.

#ToBeContinued

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Memories

While walking again on those streets,

the loneliness screamed, "she was never yours."

I turned back and saw no one there,

felt helpless and looked upwards to complain my destiny.

My question was when everything I achieved easily then why not her.

I remembered that night when it was raining heavily.

We both were running from each other.

She got wet; I tried to hide ourselves under a shed.

She pushed me, ran away from me.

At some distance she stopped and turned around.

I stood behind her and looked into her eyes.

She closed her eyes and tilted her neck.

I hold her waist and pulled her closer.

I brushed her soft cheeks and removed her hairs which were trying to cover her face.

In that moonlight, she was looking like another moon on this planet.

A warm breathe striked on her neck and her lips changed their curve into a beautiful smile.

I got mesmerized with her face full of innocence and love.

As a raindrop rolled on her lower lip,

I grabbed her tightly and kissed her.

Her arms wrapped me tightly and she dig her nails on my back.

That was a kind of pleasure more than the pain.

As I was lost in my memories, a storm blew and made me to come in present.

I stared the way which we crossed together.

In the moonlight, my shadow grew bigger more than me.

Her voice in the form of wind slowly whispered in my ears.

"I am never lost from you. See, I am always with you, around you, in you."

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