Swindler in disguise !!!

"Good evening, Gentlemen. I see the wine would not be sufficient to satisfy your famished stomach.", the waiter in a black and white suit chuckled at the two men who had been sipping their wine for quite sometime.

Handing over the menu he suggested, "Why don't you try some of our finest delicacies? How about tasting Petite Lamb Shank and grilled Merguez suasage?"

"Frank, that sounds perfect for dinner, ain't it?" the taller among the two spoke in a shrill tone.

"I agree with you Dylan." the other man raised his brows and tilted his face to one side agreeing on the menu.

"Your order would be ready in 15 mins, Sir", the waiter returned with the menu card.

The grand shimmer at the epicenter of the restaurant mirrored the vehicles that passed on the street opposite to the restaurant, Bloomsbury Bistro where the men sat enjoying their dinner. Black wheels of Nissan Juke screeched at the Whitaker Mill Road exactly opposite to the restaurant in Raleigh, North Carolina.

At the steering was a young woman with a nerdy face in her late 20's.  Her appearance didn't seem to harmonize with the black Prada that looked vivacious on her. The cold winter had deteriorated her and her fingers were cliched to the steering wheel while she tapped her legs in nervousness.

"Hannah, I really think this is the best move.", the blonde who sat beside the steering wheel comforted her.

"Dylan is a pro at it, I am sure Frank will confess his infidelity today", Hannah bit her lips as she spoke in anger but deep within she wanted Frank to be innocent.

Dylan tried playing with the second button in his shirt as he adjusted the mike that he had hidden inside. He kept looking at the shimmer to see if he could find Hannah across the street.

"I will lift my glass as a sign for you to be more vigilant." Hannah picked up her binoculars and adjusted her focus to the shimmer.

"Give me my earphones Siena, I've received the signal", Siena rushed her hands through the back seat of the car and pulled out the earphones.
Hannah connected them to the receiver so she could here the conversation.

"Dylan, man my wife, Hannah makes scrumptious grilled Merguez Sausages. You should come home sometime to try them." Frank boasted about Hannah's cooking skills.

Sienna glanced at Hannah and patted her on her thighs warning her not to get carried away. Hannah's fierce eyebrows dropped a  little and she went back the most beautiful moments that she had shared with Frank.

"Honey, these sausages are delicious........" Holding the sausage in one hand and his mouth full, Frank pulled Hannah and held her around her waist, "Am sure not a single soul could surpass you in the entire Raleigh"

Hannah pulled the microwave door as it squeaked and pushed Frank aside smiling. "Oh Frank I am totally in love with you" She ran back into his arms missing out on the door of the microwave.

Their love had grown over the past two years and Hannah, just like every woman in any part of the world was proud of her husband and she knew she would never be the victim of betrayal until that one night.

It was 12 in the night and Hannah was woken by the beep on Frank's mobile. It was a message that read, "Baby I miss you !! come back soon !!"

The sender had no name and Hannah hadn't spoken about it to Frank. However, each day the suspicions increased as Hannah began to question Frank's behavior and character.

Suspicions led to questions, questions led to frustrations and frustrations snaked to fights and arguments.  Frank denied every doubt and that was when Siena had advised her to hire a detective so Hannah could do a reality check.

"You pay me good Hannah and I will give you the truth", Dylan promised Hannah
"Money can be arranged Dylan, I want the truth in any condition", Hannah urged.

Dylan posed as a client and scheduled a  dinner with Frank the next day at Bloomsbury Bistro. Little did Frank know that Hannah was invited too.

"The deal seems to be clear Dylan, I shall ask the VP to contact you soon.", Frank assured.

"Thank you so much Frank, Would you mind if I ask you a question?"

Frank nodded in agreement.

Outside in the cold winter sat the two woman in a Porche listening to the conversation. "He wouldn't get the half a million dollars that my dad had promised him, if he walks out of our marriage." Hannah reminded Siena about the deal her father had made with Frank which he would receive on their third marriage anniversary.

"In just a span of two years, I've had three marriages. How do you manage to keep the same ring on?" Dylan  got personal with Frank.

"Hannah is a wonderful lady Dylan. I cannot dream of another woman in her place. She holds me through every thick and thin."

"Yeah, she surely is Frank". Dylan agreed not able to figure out why Hannah had ever doubted a man like Frank who had spoken so many good things about her in the past 2 hours.

"Maybe you were wrong Hannah", Siena objected.

"I am so glad I was proved wrong Siena, I need to apologize to Frank for having doubted him", Hannah wiped the tears that fell out of happiness.

"I am sure you should Hannah. You should be getting home soon for it. I will take a taxi home", She got out of the car waving at the smiling Hannah.

The street was crowded with heavy vehicles. A speeding car suddenly stopped and Siena got into the car. "Alexander road",Siena adjusted her dress and ordered the driver.

She felt fingers snuggle up to her waist and turned with a naughty and sensuous smile.

"Oh my baby I am so glad you didn't blurt out anything.", She hugged the man sitting next to her.

"Yes Honey, you just have to wait another ten days for the third anniversary and then we would have the half a million dollars", Frank kissed her passionately.

Around a mile away, Hannah stood at her kitchen making grilled Merguez Sausages.

This post is part of  Contest 8.. on WriteUpCafe.com

This story is written for a contest on WriteUpCafe and inspired with the following theme.

"There are two men sitting in the booth of a diner eating dinner together and talking. A woman sits outside in a parked car, watching them through the window. Who are they? What is their relationship to one another? What are the men discussing? What is the woman thinking? What does she do next? Write a story that opens with this scene and explores these questions."

After death - Enigma !!

Haiku Prompt #257 : "Enigma "

The Haiku Prompt inspired by "Haiku Heights" is "Enigma ". 

The Haiku written written for the prompt, "Enigma" is inspired by the mystery surrounding the life after death. Scholars and philosophers have described heaven and hell in versatile manners. We perceive Heaven as a place which describes the land flowing with pure honey and Hell as a land filled with deadly venom. Whatever we perceive it is after all an "enigma".

Oasis, pure honey

Canyon of noxious venom 

Heaven Hell, Enigma

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A - Z Challenge - Come visit places with me !!

A number of  blogs that I have visited off late have been taking up the A-Z challenge. This seemed to be groovy and it has fascinated me so much that I wish to take up this challenge.

I was thinking about maintaining a theme for this challenge. There were many different ones that I came up with. For example, here are a few,

• Botanical names of trees
• Things we do each day.
• Celebrities who changed the world.
• Characteristics of Human behavior.

Finally, I thought of writing about the places I have visited. It could be a simple cloth store to an accessory shop, or a famous hotel to a pani puri wala or even a mountain top with a beautiful scenery.

Sounds interesting isn't it?

Without much adieu, I am off to write about the place I have visited starting with the letter A.
Letter A meant only one place for me and it was none another than Aurangabad.

Here ends my introduction to my A - Z challenge and I am off with my pen to write about Aurangabad.

Ripples by a thirsty bird...

Haiku Prompt #256 : "Ripples"

The Haiku Prompt inspired by "Haiku Heights" is "Ripples". 

The Haiku written written for the prompt, "Ripples" is inspired by a thirsty bird in search for water. The bird finally finds a pool of water and as the ripples are formed by its beak touching the water, have you ever imagined the solace that the bird gets?

Bird beak pecking, thirst,

Summer's sweltering cruel heat

Soothing throat, Luscious

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The Woman who loved unconditionally !!!!

(Yippee Mine is a WOW post !!!!)

“I'm a little pencil in the hand of a writing God, who is sending a love letter to the world."-Mother Teresa.


Writing a post for WOW - brought about by Blogadda, has been on my cards since the first time I happened to have a look at it. And the topic for this week was as follows,

Who is the person from history that you would like to meet and talk to? What would you like to ask?

Numerous people made history, they brought about a change and they still do through their ideologies and philosophies. My mind raced through them and when a choice had to be made I stumbled upon a chosen few.

Adolf Hitler - the man who empowered the entire German fraternity. But I was wondering what would I question him about.
Abraham Lincoln- a very famous man or even our country's leader Mahatma Gandhi......

Not being convinced with the above options my search continued. There were many such names that crossed my mind, but I was searching for one person who would make me smile when I write and that was when I decided to write about that one lady who taught the world to love !!! And she is none other than our country's very own, "Blessed Mother Teresa"

Born as an Albanian, she had joined the order of "Sisters of Loretto" and she had been teaching in one of the schools in Calcutta. As she had stated saying that it was when she received "The call within a call", she decided that ignoring the call would be breaking her faith. Her faith and her unconditional love for God made her serve humanity in the most fittest manner.

Blessed Mother Teresa picked up the homeless, the sick, the destitute from the roads, the gutters and sometimes those who were abandoned outside her home. She had once said, "The biggest suffering a man can ever get is solitude and loneliness." 

She pledged to be a mother for all of those who were blind, crippled, homeless, aged and lonely. In the earlier days when she didn't have funds for her convent, a rich man had spat on her face when she had asked him for alms. But mother had patiently cleared it and asked him again, "Thanks for what ever you gave me, but what will you give to help my poor people".

I was only 9 when Mother Teresa had passed away, I am lucky to have been a part of the generation that could witness such a tremendously compassionate person. Although I do regret the fact that I never got a chance to see her. 

In history if there is any person I would like to meet then it ought to be our "Blessed Mother Teresa". She found love and Jesus in every person she saw. And she taught even a dying woman to forgive her son who had abandoned her. 

Wherever she went she spread love, because she knew that every human being on earth wants to be loved, wants to be taken care of, wants someone to call their own and for those who didn't have anyone, she stood by them. She held their hand and showed them the world. The home she built was not for her to live, but it was for all those lonely people who were in need to solace. 

Did you know that the fingers in Mother Teresa's feet were in a criss-cross fashion?

Many people would donate old and used slippers and Mother would segregate them ad pick the oldest and most ragged slipper and use it as her own, giving the other better ones to the people in her home. 

A Nobel laureate and a woman who with a simple white and blue bordered saree touched the lives of millions and continues to do so. 

  One of her sayings that I have always looked up to is, "Let no one ever come to you without leaving better and happier. Be the living expression of God's kindness: kindness in your face, kindness in your eyes, kindness in your smile." 

If I ever get a chance to meet her, this is what I would ask, "Didn't you ever get angry on the man who spat on your face?" 

And I am sure show would blaze her radiant smile and tell me a no. 

I would ask her to teach me to smile in every situation, in every manner because a smile is something that costs very cheap but when we have to spread it we treat it as something very expensive. 

Well after doing a lot of research to write this post I am all set to read her Biography. Hope you too are !!

Have a blessed week ahead and do not forget to spread your smile !!!

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.......

Soul Annihilated

Haiku Prompt #254 : "Moral"

The Haiku Prompt inspired by "Haiku Heights" is "Moral". 

After analyzing the prompt over and over again, I came up with a rather social topic. My Haiku on "Moral" depicts the cry of an innocent prisoner who is spending his life in the prison for the crime he has never committed. 

This one's dedicated to such prisoners.

Morals massacred

Sentence served, prison bars clinched

Crime uncommitted

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Eyes Speak

"Haiku" has been interesting me a lot these days. And here is my first attempt to write a Haiku. This post is inspired by the prompt "ECCENTRIC" given on Haiku Heights .

I have tried to use the word Eccentric to portray the eyes of the victim of a terrorist attack. Eyes speak and perceive a million emotions. And when an incident so bizarre and eccentric occurs then this is what the eyes portray - before and after the incident.

                            

Blithe, serene, passive

Flash of spell fell eccentric

Eyes perceive weary

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The Secret

To learn to smile in my tears,
To learn to be happy in my failures.

To learn to be patient in my distress,
To learn to be calm in my anxiety.

To learn to negotiate with my fate,
To accept and be glad with my destiny.

To disregard the failures of yesterday,
To realize what's gone is away.

To be content with what is today,
To be open to what ahead lay.

To learn from my mistakes,
To learn not to commit them again.

To wish for another chance,
To make things fine within a glance.

To know that what's said above is so very rare,
But yes there lies the secret to a content life.

Wish, wishes came true !!!

"Oops, Where did I keep em' ? " I was searching for my red ribbons to tie it to my plait. 

"Mom, I had kept them in the drawer yesterday after school", I explained to my mother who by now had got irritated on me for misplacing stuff.

"You are in the 10th std, and you still don't know to be organized", My mom yelled and did a final search in my cupboard. She finally found it. 

10th std was really awful for a kid who is 14 years old. It was where my future lied and I had to study well. I packed my bag and put on my badge.  It had, “HEAD GIRL” printed on it with my name below it in bold. It was a dream to shoulder this responsibility and I knew I had to be my best on duty.

The early morning bicycle ride was actually a self-imposed competition which I took everyday. Ten minutes was the time I would give myself to ride to school.

The cycles had to be parked in the cycle stand which was near the sister’s convent. Our school had an exquisite architecture and lush green trees. The cycle stand had an adjoin pathway which had tree surrounding it on both sides. To the right was a huge ground where we had our school functions and sports events and to the left was the convent.

The pathway took us directly to a huge statue of Jesus with open arms (welcoming us J) with black marbles supporting it below. It was a practice that Ankita, Priyanka, Sheba and myself did it everyday. We would stand before this place in the morning pray and write the name of our group (CAPS) on the black marble every morning.

My bag was pretty heavy with my books and I adjusted it around my shoulders. Time was up and the bell for the morning assembly rang.

It was the 5^th of  September, Dr. Radhakrishnan’s birthday and more importantly Teacher’s day. This day was held significance in the life of every teacher. And every student played a vital role in making this day a memorable one. This was going to be my last year in school and I was hell bent in giving in my best on this day.

 I was standing backstage to check if all the participants for the function were ready. The narrator, the singers, the actors, the dancers, competitors etc…School was the only place we would get to see so many talents simultaneously.

The function started and the students who were getting ready for the dance were busy getting dressed in the classrooms on the ground floor. Since, it was a grand event we had decorated the auditorium for it. The auditorium was adjacent to the building where our classrooms were situated. I ran to the ground floor to check if the dancers were ready and asked the house captains to check on the the remaining list of events for the day.

The show ended with the vote of thanks by our principal. I had lunch near the main stage on the ground. That was where our group always had and we wouldn't let anyone sit in that place. The day was over and I walked out of school waving my friend’s good-bye.

I was happy that the function went on well. It was 9.30 PM and I was in my bed almost trying to sleep when I remembered about the Science exam the next day in school. It had been such a long day and I had totally forgotten about the exam. I got up and rushed to pull the book from my bag.

“Science…. Science….. Oh gosh…. I had given it Ankita the other day !!!! What Do I do now…. Mammaaaa…….”

“Cynthia, What’s wrong with you? Why are you battling and screaming in your sleep?” It was my mother’s voice.

I got up from bed and took time to realize that it was actually my dream. The time machine had swirled backwards and I had dreamt about the golden era of my life, my school !!!

Sipping my morning coffee, I was happy that time has changed and I do not have to write exams now.

But, wait a minute I do have to give interviews and prepare for office presentations. The only difference is that, I do not have ever forgiving teachers who would give me another chance.

I do not have companions with whom I would have a group study, but I do have group discussions now which turn out to be quite evasive at time.

I do not have cultural functions and programs, but I do have meetings and discussions.

  

Life has changed and so have we. School is over and all we have with us are the memories and the lessons learnt. The best we can give back to our school is by doing our duty well. No matter which corner of the world we are in, we will always be remembered as students of our school.

If any point in life we meet our teachers we mustn't turn our face thinking, “Oh my god she hated me in school, I am sure she does even now !!” 

Our teachers may have been strict but we fail to realize that it was for our good. The lessons we learnt from our textbooks will be enough to get into a good college, to get a good degree, to get a good job and have a lavish life. But the lessons learnt in school on discipline, self-respect, self –esteem, dignity of labour are the ones that will make us a good human being, a good son, daughter and a good father, mother.

I only wish my early morning’s dream ever comes true. I just wish I could go back to school one day and live it with the same companions once again. Well, Don’t you all also wish the same ?  

Classrooms, Recess bells, Competitions,Exams,

Uniforms, Ties, Socks, Tiffin boxes,

Teachers, Homework, Books, Bottles,

Put together and my school revamped.

My first fancy dress,debate and quiz,

My first crush,friend and foe,

Put together and my school revamped.

Wish, I could go back to school,

Wish, wishes came true!!!

Mom, I still love you !! - Part 2

The windows were filled with droplets of water; the fresh water had touched the earth which was yearning with thirst. Jenny stood at the window watching the rain and a few kids playing at the backyard.  Her eyes were dull and swollen and her face was serene.  She held the letter that Rajeev had written to her in one hand and held his photo in the other.

Wherever she turned to, she could see him, his care, his warmth, his affection, his presence. But alas it was all her reverie.   She held his photo close to her chest and hugged it tightly, trying to tell the world that she had held him back and he was still alive.

“How am I going to live without you, Rajeev?” she tried to question him knowing that he would never answer. She kept making designs on the windows with her fingers because of the moist that was left behind on them.

Lost in her thoughts, she barely heard the footsteps that were approaching her room.

“Mom…..” Jenny woke up hearing a loud and familiar voice.

“Mom… open the door….” Sarah banged the door of the room Jenny was in.

Impatiently, she kept knocking it hard.

“Give me a second, Sarah, I am coming”, Jenny replied rushing to open the door.

“What’s the matter, Sarah?....” She went on to question Sarah.

Sarah raised her hand and showing her the palm tried to ask her to stop talking.

She held out the photo in her hands, “Who is this Mamma?”

She flipped the photo and showed her father’s writing, “And isn’t this daddy’s handwriting”

Jenny felt a shiver run through her veins, her hands were suddenly chill and she could hardly speak. She stammered as Sarah interrogated.

“Please Mom, I need an answer. It’s killing me and just few moments ago I thought that this loss was worse for you than me.” Tears dropped her eyes and her cheeks were red.

“But I don’t feel the same anymore. Did you kill my dad?” Sarah was unstoppable, and her words pierced Jenny as though a sharp dagger was being pushed fiercely in her heart.

“Sarah, what are you talking, my child? How could I ever kill the man who loved me so much?”

“Yes mom, he was the man who loved you. Even now you didn’t accept it that you ever loved him.” Sarah examined.

“Sarah let me explain, please give me a chance”, Jenny begged.

“Are you going to explain to me how you cheated on my Dad?” Sarah began.

“I never cheated on your father, Sarah. I never could. He was a good man. He loved me very dearly and he wanted to see the same love in my eyes. I tried hard to love him. But love cannot be forced my child.” She looked into Sarah’s eyes in pain. And slowly Sarah could see her pain reduce as she continued to speak.

“It’s true that I married your father out of my own will but I was compelled to do so. I didn’t have a choice.” Sarah was no longer convinced with her mother’s explanation. “Mom, get to the point, what are you trying to explain?”

“I was a darling to my dad, just like you. Each time I saw Rajeev and you together I would feel the same warmth that I shared with my father. With due respect for him I never did anything against him and agreed to marry Rajeev even though I loved someone else.”

“You could have explained your father, mom.” Sarah retaliated.

“No I couldn’t. I did tell him about Karan.” She sat on the chair next to her as she began to speak about Karan and Sarah could say nothing but just listen to her.

“Karan and I studied in the same college. He was not of our religion or caste, but he was the man I loved”

Sarah cut her short and said, “And the man you still love, isn’t it ?”

Jenny turned towards her, ignoring her statement she went on, “When dad learned about our relationship he called me and spoke to me. He said he would never agree to it. I had decided to convince him, but destiny had other plans. Daddy was diagnosed with lung cancer and he was counting his days. His last wish was to see me happily married. And I have never regretted on marrying Rajeev. What I have regretted was that I could never love him completely”

“Your father encouraged me to write a book and I wrote about Karan and me. I never knew that my dream of writing a book would make me lose my husband. Rajeev read the book and connected it with the photo that he found among my clothes. He confronted me about Karan but he couldn’t accept the fact that I had lived a life of lie with him”

“I am sorry, Sarah”, she held her daughter’s hand pleading her for forgiveness. Sarah caressed her mother’s hands and cried in grief.

In a minute, she pulled her hands away from her mother and walked out of the room.

Jenny was again left alone, but she felt light after revealing the huge burden that she had carried for all these years.

The next morning, Jenny walked into Sarah’s room with breakfast. She found the door open and the room empty. She searched for Sarah throughout her room but couldn’t find her. However, she found a letter addressed to her in Sarah’s handwriting.

“Mom, I am sorry to leave you alone, when you really need me a lot !! But each time with you would remind me of Dad. I just need sometime for myself”

A month passed and there was no news from Sarah. Jenny had tried meeting all ends to search for her, but it was all in vain. However, she was not the only person who was doing this.

Mr. Sharma was Rajeev’s best friend and companion was also dying to meet Sarah. It so happened that a few days later he met Sarah in a supermarket.

“Sarah, Where have you been? Everyone is searching for you.” He asked compassionately.

Before Sarah could reply, he picked out a letter from his bag and handed it over to her. Sarah opened it inquisitively and impatiently as it was her father’s letter

“Dear Sarah,          I know that you are very angry on me and that you miss me. I am sorry to have left you. Please do not hurt your mother by questioning her. I walked out of her life just so that she lives her life with the man she loves. She would never have been able to do so if I was alive and away from her. She is a very nice woman, please accept her the way she is.

Love,

Dad"

Sarah, walked out of the supermarket in despise. She loathed her for leaving her but her love over shadowed it. She was not in a state to confront her mother again. She needed time to get accustomed to the fact that her father was no more.

It had been two months and there was no news about Sarah. Jenny’s life was filled with emptiness. She prayed each day in forgiveness.

And one day her prayers seemed to be answered. It was a bright Monday morning and Jenny had finished her morning prayers. She was about to enter her bathroom when her phone rang.

“Mamma, Sarah here”, It was jenny on line.

“Sarah, Please come back home.....”, Jenny begged.

“I will but before that please come to the central mall by 5.00 PM.” She hung up as soon as she said this.

Jenny waited impatiently for the evening to dawn. She was going to see her daughter. She was going to say a sorry and bring her home.

Central mall was filled with visitors and Jenny had reached by 4.45 PM. She sat on a table close to the porch. Her eyes searched for her baby, her daughter. As the clock ticked 5.00 PM, she heard someone pat her back.

“Jenny…..”, she turned in surprise as the voice sounded familiar.

There in front of her stood a man who was tall and well-built with a French beard to cover his age and make him look younger. He smiled as he said, “Jenny, my love how are you?”

“Karan……”Jenny’s eyes were filled with tears and surprise.

Karan held out a letter addressed to Jenny.

“Dear Mom,

I know it is difficult for you to accept this. But this is where you always should have been and this was the man with whom you should have taken the vows.

Please do not cry mom as dad also wanted this. He love you .

Mom, no matter what, I still love you.

Love,

Sarah”

Mom, I still love you !! - Part 1

Sarah sat on the rocking chair kept in her father's bedroom staring at the huge portrait of her father and mother. Rajeev Kurien stood in a black suit and Jenny Kurien sat on a chair beside him. There was a slight smile on Jenny's face and Rajeev's face was lit up as the portrait was made on their wedding day.

"You both were made for each other.....", She went near the portrait and brushed her hand across it. Her face portrayed a myriad of expressions, a million of unanswered questions.

The portrait was just a few meters away from the chair. There were numerous times she sat on the floor near the rocking chair and lay her head on her dad's knees. Rajeev would caress his daughter's head as he would listen to whatever she spoke.

 There was not a single topic that they wouldn't talk about and he always was her first best friend.

"Dad, you think I should become a journalist. My friend's keep pushing me to this."

"Rehaan is such a rude boy Dad, he just does not know how to behave with girls."

She could hear her dad's voice everywhere in the room in the form of echoes. Today the room was void. There was a silence which scared her. The silence that was killing her deep within. It crushed her soul and pierced her heart. The man who had held her hand and taught her to face the world, to be strong and fight had given it all up so meekly.

22nd of April, 9.30 PM, she was busy reading a novel that her dad had gifted her a few days back. The lamp near her bed started flickering."I had just got this lamp repaired, I do not know what the problem is", She was annoyed. She leaned forward to set it right.

She was lost in her book and flipped through the pages as she finished with each page.  The house was void and even a small noise could be heard distinctly.

"Sarah....................." She was startled to hear a scream.
She kept her book aside and waited to confirm.

"Sarah......." It was Jenny and Sarah was sure of it. She dropped her book and her hand hit the lamp. It fell making noise,(Shrack....... kitr... khit.....) ...............least bothered about it she ran to her mother's rescue.

The biggest shock of her life awaited her. Rajeev lay motionless in a pool of blood. Beside him lay the knife with blood stains. His pulse was cut and blood was oozing.

Her mom stood next to him holding a letter which was wet with her tears.

 "Jenny, No matter what, I will always love you !!! Forgive me !!"

Minutes later the ambulance arrived and he was declared dead. 

It had been two days since her father had left her and Sarah had not left the room where her dad had spent many years of his life. The walls of the room spoke of him, of the love he shared with his family. 

She sat back to recollect her moments with her dad and it suddenly struck her that he wasn't fine for almost a week before his death, she had found him gloomy. He had stopped eating properly and was trying to steal his eyes away from her. 

"Nothing, my doll, I am totally fine."He had responded to her when she had enquired.

"Mom is something wrong between you and Dad", She tried questioning Jenny who was also dull. 

They were the perfect couple. Rajeev would cuddle Jenny every now and then and Jenny would silently blush. There was a love that was always shown in their eyes which Sarah had seen. 

He had encouraged Jenny to write after reading a few of her transcripts and Jenny's first book titled, "The unforgettable moments"was published just a month back. Jenny had instantly become famous and Rajeev had always stood by her.

The more she thought about her father's mysterious death, the more did she want to confront her mother about the last letter. 

She knew there was some connection between the two. She walked to the portrait and hugged it and cried aloud. "Dad, I miss you, Didn't you think of me once before you decided to end it all."

Tears rolled down her kohl lined eyes. She felt the wetness in her face, "You  are not here to wipe my tears, Dad. Whom do I run to when i need you? Answer me, Dad.... Please don't stand motionless", She grieved pleading him to come back and hold her, tell her that all this was not true. 

Her throat ached and she needed to gulp some water. While passing through her father's cupboard, she found it ajar. The door of the cupboard screeched as she opened it. There in front of her eyes lay a photograph of Jenny. It was a very old photograph taken in the snow in the Himalayas. 

"Maybe this is a photo when mom was in college, but....", she held the photo close as she could see something more. " ..........who is the guy next to her?" She wiped the drops left on her cheek and flipped the photo. 

There in her father's handwriting she read something that was going to solve the entire riddle.

"I waited for 26 years to find the love in your eyes which is so visible in this photograph"

Her eyes wide open she walked in haste to confront her mother.......

To be continued......

                                                                                                               

                                                                                                              

Lost and Found !!!!

On that enchanting evening,

When the night was sailing,

To make its way enjoying,

To take away the light and scaring.

Drops of waves soothed my hand,

As I sat, a thousand thoughts graving my mind,

Longing to be touched and embraced,

After all that’s been taken away.

Lone with the burdens,

Shackled and tormented,

Grieved and derided,

Misery my friend and peace my foe.

Tossed a bottle of gin,

Which with much difficulty,

Had tried to accompany,

But unable to smear the dainty worry.

A sudden touch gripped me,

Astounded and bewildered I turned,

To watch and perceive,

She sat beside me and laid me on her lap,

Solace and Silence she appeased me.

No place on this earth,

No touch could replace,

No warmth could inebriate,

It was my mother so meek and humble,

So angelic and blissful.

She held my hand and walked along,

Embraced me and held me close,

And in an instant chased me fears,

O ‘ mother thou art my angel,

Thou art my refuge when the day’s gone.

  

A small tribute to every mother who makes our life so wonderful. Happy mother’s day !!!