My dad is a badthameez!!!

Teacher was so irritated by the naughty child that he scolded him back and forth.

The child was silent all through out, each arrows digging in to his ears and 40 eyes piercing him from all the corners of the classroom .

After some time, his foot steps came closer to the wooden desk where the teacher was engaged in his paper works.

“Sir,anyways I won’t be here anymore, I won’t be here at all.my parents had a big fight and my dad is sending us out of the home.we are going back to our state,punjab.

Teacher took his head out of the bundle of papers and looked at him in dismay.

He pulled the boy closer and asked in a soft voice “Wat did you say?say it again.” 

His face was clear like a new paper,no traces of emotions anywhere and his pearly teeths moved to utter 

“Yes sir,my dad is a badtameez(mannerless person) and he beats us up . I and my baby sister are shifting with our grand parents so I won’t be able to attend the school again and I won’t trouble anyone anymore.”

Something just went through his veins.

Is that the way the 1st grade kid described it? or  Is it a tint of a familier pain which passed like electricity between them?

With love-Crystal.

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She Belongs to the past!!

Janesh asked jia to wait until he clears all his responsibilities.           

without uttering a word jia waited…….she waited until his 4digit salary turned in to 6digit ones……   she waited until his siblings got settled and had a great life……….      she waited until his rented home turned in to a fully furnished apartment…..

she waited for earth to rotate around sun ten times and barren land to turn in to forest engulfing her with in it.

Her waiting finally ended when he found someone from the present and this time too she didn’t utter a word. her tiny footsteps disappeared in the doorways to the past.

P.s-fiction

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With love-crystal.

Antidote for happiness.

I turned around and looked at her on hearing an unexpected question.

Her eyes were shallow,there was just nothing,it was like a pool without any motion.

Her hair wasn’t combed nor tied .   she remained in a sculpture state without much movements other than the movement of her lips and blinking of her eyes.

She repeated the question, seeing the puzzled look on my face.

I asked”How are you able to smile?”

Is there an answer to that question.?    It made the innocent kid to think and  she couldn’t find any answer.
She asked me again,I want to know,    ” How do you feel happy.”?                    ” How are you able to smile.”?

I didn’t know what to say,I was a school kid laughing around with       my friends and I hadn’t lost the happiness at that point to speak about it or to know more about it.

I couldn’t give her the antidote of happiness and my answer to her was silence because I was thinking about it in vain.

But now I realise exactly what she was talking about.

later I came to know that she was a rape victim as well as in severe depression.

P.s-This is what depression and rape feels like .Be kind to them.

MOM IS CALLING.

She brought a new mobile thinking  that she could call and speak to him everyday .

she wore her specks every single time to use the phone as her vision made everything to look so cloudy .

she pressed hardly on each numbers on the touch screen with the inexperience of a fresher meantime with lot of patience .   

she waited endlessly on the other side of the busy tone .

 she kept the mobile near to her all the time until she realised that the only call she got was from the sim company for the business purpose.

But one fine day it happened

The call connected.

The voice from the other side spoke

“Hello mom,” I am so Sorry for never calling you,I was so busy with my life that I didn’t have any time for you.”

“Are you her son?”The receiver at the end asked in a harsh voice.

Yes, he told nervously shocked by the voice of a stranger instead of his mom’s.

“She called you many times to let you know about her deteriorating health condition but only to be deafened by the busy tone of your phone.           

 She kept the phone near her hospital bed till she was taken in to the Icu ,Hoping that you might call her back seeing her missed calls .

Her conditin is very critical now as she has slipped in to a comma and chance of survival is too less.”

A shiver went down his spine .             A cloud of emotions and regret rained over him persuading to be with him forever.

P.s-We realise value of anyone only after we lose them.

 No one will wait for your call the way your parent’s does and we take them for granted always.

Call them today and see how they will react.

Appu’s video game.

Appu’s Dad gifted him a videogame, this time for his birthday .

Appu’s happiness reached the highest extremes .His summer vacation had started and he was already digging in to the monotony of those days .Things will be exciting now as he got something to look forward to.

It had the yellow keyboard with switches painted in red,an arrow to the right is to make the gunman to jump to right,an arrow to the left is to make gunman to jump to left and a button to Increase the speed and one more button to decrease the speed and a few more tiny buttons .

Appu handed over the keyboard to grandma and explained the features of each button to her ,with great enthusiasm as he wished grandma to play with him,his only companion.

“Well!!It all looks same for me!!.”Grandma exclaimed with a Impassive look on her face.

“Go ,grandma this is why everyone calls you grandma,you don’t know anything.”Appu told in anger and snatched it from her.

Appu’s days started with games and ended with games.He had made a world away from the real world which he hated as he didn’t have any friends and fun in it.His new world was filled with a lot of joy,where he had the complete control over the gunman and his life.

And unfortunately on ,one day his beloved video game took its last breath.

Appu desperately tried to repair it,wrenching the nut and bolt,with the limited knowledge he possessed but nothing seemed to work out.

Appu got immersed in to the thoughts ,searching for a solution .The shop near the junction, where the four roads met striked his mind and the owner was a pale person with a mostache so thick and they called him moustache man.

Appu had seen him repairing Tv and radio and he owned a screwdriver and few tools and Appu used to look at the way he ripped open the Tv and admired him and observed carefully the process with an inquisitive mind.

Appu handed over the videogame to the moustache man,even if he didn’t want to let go of it but to get it repaired he was ready to do anything as it was very precious to him.

Days passed ,everyday Appu used to go to the shop,every time the owner told lame excuses and send him back but Appu didn’t loose hope,   he went in his cycle almost everyday and rang the bell, until the moustache man would yell at him.

Months passed ,Appu was very sad,It was like,Someone smashed his imaginary world and crushed the wall of joy,that he build.

Finally Appu decided to go to moustache man’s house to ask,   one more time.

The door of the house was open,   There was no one around and Appu Quietly peeped in.

The site he saw send a shiver down his spine.

There was the owner’s son with something in hand ,He looked carefully, He couldn’t believe what he just saw.  

 It was his videogame, He identified it.yes,the same video game!!!

It was working fine, The boy was so immersed in the game and he was playing with a lot of excitement. 

Tears rolled down Appu’s rosy cheeks,he left with out saying anything.He never asked for his video game again .

He left that memory behind as      his parents didn’t have time to question the moustache man because they had better things to do,that is fighting over trivial issues so he never told his parents anything about it and buried it with in.

……………………………………………

few things are better left unsaid.
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Do you like to know more about Appu and read more about him?       A series perhaps,if you find Appu interesting.

comment below.

With love-Crystal.

Mira loves Riya.

Sun was setting,the golden glow in the sky slowly started to diminish as if it’s putting an end to all the Insignificant stories.

Mira stood near the window of her room.Her jet black hair swirled in the wind blowing through the window.She felt that even the wind is by the side of society.It collects all the negative vibes from around the city and visits her uninvited just to shower her with blessings of bad luck .

Her eyes wandered in the darkness prevailing outside in search of a beam of hope.

She was restless.she cracked her knuckles trying to unlease the tension. Her hands were held tightly to the window panes as if it’s trying desperately to hold on to somethings precious .
All of a sudden Mira turned towards Riya who was standing behind her .

The intensity in Mira’s eyes pierced the dark brown eye’s of Riya.         she felt a shiver down her spine .    At that very moment, she knew that Mira has decided something and she was sure that it will be something outrageous and scary as always.

“Riya ,I will ,I will go to any extent for you, I don’t want to loose you at any cost .” Her voice trembled as she spoke.

“But,what ?what are you going to do?please tell me clearly.                Told Mira in a quivering voice.      Her nervousness was evident in her tone.

Mira came near to Riya ,held her hands and uttered.         

“Riya, we both know that our parent’s came to know everything about us and they are already searching allience for you.

Society,even our parents,no one will accept our relationship .

The only way I see infront is to undergo a sex change surgery          so that we can lead a respectable life is society and who know’s your parent’s  also might accept and love me in future.

And you don’t say anything ,I have decided everything “.

Riya’s eyes widened,her ear’s couldn’t believe what she just heard ,so it echoed her words until it could digest .

“What?Are you crazy?”told Riya in utter shock.

“Yes,I am crazy in love with you and  I am ready to do anything for you” Mira’s face radiated the spark of determination as she spoke.

“Riya,But promise me, promise me that you will wait for me till I come back as a new person.”

Tears started to flow from Mira’s eyes as she spoke and Riya dabbed off the tears from her eyes and uttered

“I Promise,I will wait for you”.

Wind blew even fiercely at that moment strong enough to flip the paper boat,upside down.

……………….Months passed…………………

 He stood near the same window and his eye’s were rather numb .   He became Mohit from Mira just as the spring season was replaced by hot summer and all those beautiful flowers and dreams dried up under the scorching heat of the sun.

Wind was still blowing but his hair was short this time ,It refused to swirl in the wind,just like a man’s pride.

Riya succembled to the pressure of society and became Mrs Riya vinod and lived a respectable life with her husband and kids.

He still wished her happiness but he lived a life not accepted by family and friends .

He was like that drama artist who couldn’t change his attire ever after the drama was over and life laughed at his face mercilessly.

First try on a short story .Please provide the Feedback as it helps me to improve.

With love-Crystal.