Hindrance. For a good couple of minutes, we just peered into each other's eyes. None of us were backing down. His intense, dark pools seemed to be gazing deep into my soul. I sat there with disbelief and seethed anger within my calmed countenance. I wanted nothing more than for him to leave. "It's not safe for two kids to roam outside at this hour of the night. But you do know that already. Don't you?" Without blinking, he uttered those words serenely, his voice sounding warm and soft at the same time. However, the severe underlying threat in the tone couldn't be ignored as he said, "Was it even worth the work when you knew it wouldn't be possible?” Ignoring his remark, I stayed calm and quiet, glaring at him nonetheless. “Have you lost all sense of understanding the situation?” “No, I haven't!” With anger and fear blinding me, I took a few moments to find my voice before answering him. "Hm... And, pray tell, who do you think you are to tell me that?" Eyes clashed with one ano
Unpleasant. I started to open my mouth to ask further popping questions like: How did I know him, or why don't I remember him anymore? If I had known him as he said I had, then when? Why can't I remember any of them? Any memories of that part? But before I could speak my mind, those thoughts were disturbing me, and he beat me to it as he continued, "You have two options with you: either you come with me willingly or I have to force you to choose my way." His voice, so soft, so polite, so warm, made me stop for some time to discern the threat. “Regardless of what you choose, you're coming with me.” I sat frozen, considering his sentence. No! "So? Would you like to come, or would you like me to make you?" Mild silence hung in the air of the coach. The lady beside me regarded the both of us with her guarded eyes. I blinked at him, turning to his side, confounded. Anger, frustration, annoyance, and the feeling of being left out and lonely at this time returned with full forc
13— Dazed. “The fact that people do not learn from the mistakes of History is the most important lesson of History.” — Aldous Huxley “Try to hurry up, little bird,” he said before leaving. “No!” I shook my head a little. Sometimes, when we think we have choices, we realise that we have none. Because what is lotted cannot be bloated. We have our ups and we have our downs, yet we stick together with the memories in the hope of coming out of such disquieting situations. Blinking several times, a soft gasp left the space between my lips. Although my mind bolted with questions and disbelief, there were certain parts where I already knew what had happened, yet I was too late to accept it. I was just in the phase of denial of what actually had happened. Because at the end of the day, I was nothing but a human with a tormented head. "Actually, we both will be waiting for you. Come soon.” His voice kept reverberating inside my head. What? What has happened just now? “
Trepidation. The pain was all too sudden and unexpected—I howled quietly in pain. Standing up, I tried to strode when I found myself unable to jog. The pain was extreme; however, it did not stop me from searching through my eyes—for my life— for my last hope of existence—for my brother. My widened, petrified eyes veered from side to side in search of the man—that took my Shaur with him! Where could he be? Where was he? Where? I murmured out loud, painfully, and repeatedly while still searching. My wide eyes searched through the verdant crowd of people for that one face, which I thought I would never have to see again. But on the contrary, I had to search for him only! I breathed hard and fast and searched and searched and searched till my eyes could let me catch the vision of the surroundings. How could he take Shaur with him? With him..? Like he owned him! I was seething from anger as well as from fear. Tottering from my injured legs with real difficulties, eyes still
Nightmare. My heart was on fire as I stood there, trembling and crying in the heavy rain. “There is just this one more condition I want you to agree to. Nothing more.” But it hurt too! Without Shaur in my arms! There were many questions in my mind that needed answers. Many of them. However, I was alone—alone in the pack of the awaited wolves. Impassive-faced wolves with their eyes under those black shades that hide the monsters they were. Which had hidden what kind of monstrous devils they were. I gaped.. Stared.. My eyes were glazed with tears. Albeit, my eyes were only on him from my peripheral vision; I could see his men there too, standing still like frozen iced statues, not very far away from where I was. It was so much like a dream for me, which I couldn't come to portray even in words! Everything was blurry in my line of vision. I was afraid, I was wet, and I was dreading the outcome of disobeying him. I wanted to hold my brother to feel the warmth of being clos
14— Talks and beseeching! “Now, I totally don't believe in: the ‘eyes' are the souls of human beings because I have met a lot of people in life with warmth in their eyes and monsters residing inside them.” —Saumya Tripathi “Who are you?” I breathed, quivering in the cold. “What do you want from us?” Trying to force some air back into the lungs, I whisper-yelled. “So you think it is easy for me to just trust a complete stranger without any questions asked and be compliant with what has been asked of me?” “No,” he finally forced out the words. “But you should know I will never let any harm come to you or your brother if you listen to what I say.” “What if I say: You're the one who has been hurting us by forcing us to stay with you?” Even in the storm-crashing weather, there was an eerie silence at that moment. I waited for his reply. “It's the only way to protect you.” “Protect me from what exactly?” I burst into tears. “It is you who we want protection from!” He was silent—co
Dominance. Silence. In addition to the sound of the rain hitting the hard ground of the land, everything was mute and still. Even Shaur appeared to be silent—which was kind of a miracle, that was what I thought—staring back at the articulated-looking silent brother who was blinking down at me innocently, with his head lying on his broad shoulder, with a thumb in his mouth, sucking. I peered at my brother with brimming emotions in my dark, shining eyes full of tears. What were our faults? Tears leaked out from the closed eyelids. Nothing. It was nothing. He'd be hungry. That was the first thought that crossed my mind when the other side of me confirmed it as I saw my little brother sucking his thumb, hungrily and nonstop. “Asking the same question all over again won't change my mind.” I heard him say. "Do you see your brother here, Radhika?" Suddenly, he asked the unexpected question without blinking his eyes, my name rolling off his tongue like scalding, flowing water. I shudd
15— Talks and beseeching! (Part-2) “We judge people as it is obvious psychology of humans to do so. But the question is: is it worth it? To judge everyone based on how they look? By how do they present themselves? By how do they choose to act? Because some people ought to be felt rather than observed. As you truly cannot judge people by their outer layers, that would be so unfair, some people should only be gazed upon by their hearts instead of eyes.” — Saumya Tripathi “However, if I have to, I will. But you already know that. Don't you?” I did. His deep, uncaring tone sent chills down my spine. “It totally depends on what you choose.” He waited. “Either it is your way or I will make you.” Anger spiked in my stomach as if molten lava had been kept in it. I needed to get over this. I needed to get away from him. I had to get over it as quickly as possible. I had to! I didn't have much of a choice. As if knowing my state, the breeze picked up. Darkness had finally caught up to