Sometimes, it's too hard to believe that an incident has taken place in one's life. Even though he tries to forget it, still it remains a permanent etch in his memory, despite having tried to pul out from the enormous store of mind. Vicky got married and had a nice baby. His old mother was also with his small family. Usually on every Sunday, they having their empty baskets used to visit the market to buy some crockery and garments. But little did they know, their joyous outing would soon turn into a nightmare. After a while, he and his wife hoping to get some enduring shoes went to another corner, leaving their two-year-old baby with his mother near in a shop. Here the trauma began that challenged the couple to face.Vicky's legs started trembling with mind-blowing fears as he struggled to walk up and down the street. His mind raced with a single, haunting question: "Has he lost his child?". He answered, 'No'(The incident occurred 25 years ago, but the memory still keeps a gro
Though the winding lanes somewhere connected to another lane, it always gives pleasure to be lost in these lanes. Sometimes vacant lanes are filled with horrors that somebody is swiftly coming behind you. You take steps hurriedly to finish it. One lane is always filled with a sweet aroma, while others are streaked with a stingy smell all the time, especially on a Sunday, it was a pleasure to move across the lanes. One could also reach their destination by hopping from one to another, but that was always seems too dangerous to go through. Some of the houses are very haunting and frightening, and nobody dared to go inside. While moving through such buildings, one always met with a culprit who was looking for a place to hide himself. The person whom Vicky was looking for expected to happen on his way. But it did happened at once. "Oh, I could escape now!" There was no more turn to get rid of her. She stopped and wating for him to come nearer and Vicky stepped were stuck. He tried to av
Happiness is an attitude of mind, born of the simple determination to be happy under all outward circumstances." - J. Donald WaltersOpening his eyes, Vicky gazed out the window at a bright blue sky above thousands of waves, creating a motion picture of sounds and surf. Flying seagulls with their piercing squawks over the mighty ocean were enhancing the vast view, making it more poignant and vivid. "What could I do?"He wondered what lay beneath the surface, where the ocean's pulse crashed against the dark brownish rocks and rebounded back to the swells of the sea. The powerful and colorful panorama danced around him, mesmerizing him. But could Vicky let himself be crushed by the burden of immediate obligations, or could he seize the moment and let joy in? His mind was overloaded with myraid questions. "O Lord, have mercy on me!"Finnally, the choice was his: to squander his time in procrastination or seize every opportunity on his way. With a new day ahead, he had the chance to harne
It was almost incredible that Vicky was so fortunate to avoid an accident that could have led to a serious crisis just before his departure to Greece, and it filled him with a sense of ease and seriousness. Are you really going?" "Yes, I'm really going; at any time I can fly to Athens. It's my cherished dream." Vicky was very happy that he had finally got his visa stamped for Greece. He was busy collecting some important documents, books and paintings, and packing his bags etc. Shandy was very sad and wished to see him more than twice a day. Vicky was also very worried about his old mother that he was going to leave her behind. With a very heavy heart, he was trying to satisfy everyone in the family. "Would you meet me alone somewhere?" Vicky reluctantly agreed. Before departing for Greece, he headed towards the park on his motorbike. As he approached the park, he noticed a gang of four boys harassing two girls - Shandy and her friend - who were chatting and walking leisurely on the
"What a nice aroma! All seems nice and delicious!" Without looking at Vicky, Jacxon answered Vicky's expression. The youth of Vicky's campus were chatting and enjoying the sumptuous meal. It was cold enough, they were demanding cold drinks. "One more please!" A group of intimate friends were eating their dinner and talking about some drawings anxiously. "Drawings?" Vicky's ears perked up instinctively. A group of eighty girls from the Girls' College was on an excursion trip to a hill station. They had been climbing up and down all the day and now seemed very tired. Some of theme did horse riding, too. Vicky, along with some colleagues, was with that cluster of young girls. It was a two-day trip. After dinner, Vicky overheard some girls requesting their group in-charge to accompany them down the street to pick up their drawings, which they had ordered from a shop. The artist promised them to collect the sketches by the evening. They were worried because the party would leave for anoth
Vicky's jacket got hooked on a cab while crossing the road, and his friend cried out, "Catch him! Don't let him go!" In a fury and chaos, Vicky chased the cabman, grabbed him by the shirt, and started bickering. In no time, one of his friends incited him further, and Vicky, without thinking, headbutted the cabman. Blood streamed down the cabman's face, and Vicky trembled, trying to let him go, but the cabman held tight. It was too late to retreat. Now Vicky tried to get rid of his shir front, but the cabman used maximum energy to close his first and had his own plan to wangle. Vicky is inside the cab accompanied by the cabman heading towards the cluster of cabs.When Vicky's friends saw him in a pitiful state, they attempted to step in, but the cabman stubbornly refused to release him.He gripped him tightly. Vicky was both severely injured and enraged, prompting his friends to try to mediate the situation. However, their efforts only led to further escalation. There was no use of i
One always forgets the pang and pain of one's current suffering, one's beautiful past always remains a permanent treat in the drudgery and humdrum of life. This episode of his is a glimpse into his life's journey, where his love for pets blossomed into a passion for art. he hopes to keep it afresh in the store of his memory before his final sleep. "Moma, dad, come, come and see, Vicky is not in his room!" his elder sister cried. Commuion and turmoil erupted at once as everyone yelled and taunted each other for their carelessness in letting the baby go missing early afternoon. The disappearance of the baby left everyone in a state of denial, with no one willing to take ownership of the mistake or acknowledge their role in the chaos that had unfolded at once.Faces were etched with worry, and no one knew where little Vicky could be. He left no sign that would help them to lead. "Where did you see him last?" mother asked. "I don't know." elder sis replied.Unaware of the frantic search
If this incident had unfolded in its entirety, this chapter would never have been written. As you may recall from Chapter 14 -An Adventure with Puppies- Vicky's adventure with the puppies at the age of one or so marked the beginning of his affinity for natural sorrundings . As he grew older, this fascination not only deepened but also had a great mark on his life. Around the age of five, Vicky's wanderlust led him to explore the nearby woods, where he'd spend hours discovering hidden brooks and flower-filled ponds. Vicky found solace in the gentle rhythms of fishing, the soft scratch of colourful pencils on paper as he sketched, and the warm companionship of pets and hens. These quiet joys became his loving sanctuary, a world where he could escape the disapproving gaze of his mother and elder brother, who saw only frivolity in his beloved pastimes. Their scoldings fell on deaf ears, as Vicky's love for nature and adventure only intensified.There was a vivid picture of catching his fi