Showing posts with label old. Show all posts
Showing posts with label old. Show all posts

Saturday, December 21, 2013

The Cat with the Broken Tail

One day, a little girl of sixteen was all alone at home.
She wanted a screwdriver to open up some gadget.
She stood on tiptoe to reach up to the shelf.
She spread her fingers in search of the screwdriver.
Her hand found something. Something pricked her hand.
When she drew her hand back again, it was bleeding.
Upon further inspection, she found that a little porcelain toy cat’s tail had scratched her fingers. Deep.
She pulled out the cat with the broken tail and stared at it.

I was a gift from her old, old friend. She sat down on the ground and let a single tear escape. 

Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Day Five - The Writing Challenge.



Prompt: Your silver feathers shine diamond bright.

"If you're going to keep that bird locked up like that, it's feathers will lose their shine! We can't have such birds in our house!! Let it out for a minute. Don't forget to tie its leg to a ribbon and let it back inside soon. Do you understand??"

"Yes ma'am.." I nod.

This is the city of Ping. It is far, far away from other villages - so far, it is almost just a legend.. and so the people around here stick together in close-knit, family-like groups. Sometimes, it gets too stifling. The only way out of groups like that, was my way. No one could ever imagine coming out of "family"... I just.. had a little fight, and yayy, wish granted.
So, I went up to the richest people in town and started working. I was to take care of the birds they had. In this place, having a bird is a status symbol. The birds' feathers GLOW if they're taken care of. That glow can be shown off. There isn't really a reason..
Hunters look for the birds, capture them and bring them back to the large houses where they are caged.

A few years ago, there were many many birds. Now, the one in this house was the only one left...throughout our country. There was just one..
The birds were beautiful. Since the day I had started working here, I loved the bird. It made me sad that I had to be the one to tie its legs, lock its cage and let it out for a few minutes..
I wanted to free him.

______________________

It was a dark night. The moon was hidden behind fluffy clouds and the village was dark..unlit, except of course by the bird's feathers in the large house. Ping was celebrating "The days of Ignorance". They believed that ignorance was bliss. During these celebrations, no one in town was allowed to light up their homes at night. No light. Not even to smoke a cigarette. If, during the mornings, there was any sunlight, the windows were to remain closed and the blinds drawn. As little light as possible was to be let in.
These were two days..two very precious days for the common thieves. They would sneak up and take away whatever they wanted from the unlit homes. The rule, was that, the next morning, if the villagers noticed something missing, and found it in possession of someone else, they had to keep mum. Feign ignorance.

I saw a perfect opportunity to let the bird free, on the first day of the days of Ignorance..No one would notice at night and they wouldn't be allowed to talk about it after the celebration! Well, there was at least ONE good thing about the village... Why I even wanted to let it free, I didn't know. It somehow just didn't seem right that a creature as beautiful as the bird was imprisoned.
Every single time I let it out on a leash, it looked at me, pleading for me to set it free.
This time, I finally would.

With the pleasant thoughts of how pleased the bird would be, with my favor, I went slowly to the golden cage where the bird was kept. I winked at it and motioned with my finger for it to stay quiet. It was one intelligent bird...
I slid the latch open and reached inside, untying the silk ropes around the bird's legs. I stepped back and opened the window and motioned for the bird to fly away.
It trotted slowly to the edge of the cage and spread its wings. Giving me a grateful look, it took off into the dark night, taking the glow and the light of the village with it.
I watched as it soared into the sky, bright against the inky sky, among the stars. The scene filled me with happiness. But I couldn't just stay here. I knew that the mistress wasn't supposed to talk about the now missing bird, but they sure could act upon it... And, my mistress had horrific ways...

That night, just after I let the bird free, I grabbed the golden cage and ran for my life. I now, would have no job. If I had to get by, I  had to sell the cage. The bird had to do me SOME good?....
I sprinted down the spiral stairs as fast and quietly as I could. When I found myself out of the castle, I made my way to the edge of the forest that separated our area with that of the other villages.
I was going to leave Ping...
I was leaving Ping...

______________________

I ran into the forest, the thorns and twigs pricking every part of me. Stumbling on rocks, struggling with the cage, I ran and ran and ran from Ping.
Who wanted to stay in a village that celebrated the days of IGNORANCE, for heaven's sake!!

I ran till my feet bled and I was out of breath. I then climbed a tree, dragging my precious gold cage with me. Hugging it, I fell asleep on the branches.

In the wee hours of the morning, while I was descending the tree, I heard a beautiful sing-song squeak. I was almost sure, it was the bird I let free, that I turned around, looking for its shiny feathers. And there it was!
The bird had returned to me. It had come back!
Upon taking a closer look at the bird, I noticed a small roll of paper tied to its left leg. I went and slowly untied the string and opened the paper.
There were very few people who could read and write, throughout our small country. I, luckily, was one of them. Whoever must have written the note must have known that I could read...
Here, writing was a form of secretive communication. If someone else had to know something, someone had to tell them orally...
The piece of paper read:

        
            I know who you are and what you are doing.
           I know you left family. I did too.
          I also know why you left. I know, because I did. I am guessing that we had the same reason.
         I know you know how to read. So, hear me, now.

  This is a very precious bird, and as you might know, the very last in our country. But just because it 
  is the very last in OUR country, doesn't mean it is the last in the world.
  Send me a confirmation that you have read this and then I shall tell you further. 

 - Y


What did that mean? Did that mean that this person knew me? And, if yes, then that would mean that I was being spied on... which doesn't make sense, because I am just so plain!
My mind was buzzing with questions, but I decided that I'd first write back to mysterious "Y".
I searched for berries. I found some orange ones and crushed them. Dipping my finger in the paste, I smeared a crude "Yes" on the back of the paper and tied it back on the bird's right leg. It promptly took off into the morning. I sat atop the tree once more, waiting...

The sun rose up in the sky and according to my calculation, it was some time around noon, when the bird returned with a larger bit of parchment. I quickly reached out and untied it. It read:


 Go back home. Go back to where you were.
 No one has noticed your absence, yet. Even if you are a little late, you can reason that you were out, flying the bird. It is no use trying to cross these woods alone...
Maybe next year.. I'll try to be around to help you with it..

Go back.
- Y


This time, the note left me a little puzzled.
I quickly decided that I'd return home, but leave the bird free in the wild, regardless of the consequences.
I started sprinting towards Ping, again, heeding the note.
It was midnight, by the time I got back. The village was still in the dark. I sneaked up back into the castle and pretended to sleep, waiting for morning to bring with it, the many accusations and punishments.

The shrill scream of my mistress woke me up from a deep, but troubled sleep.
She screamed at the top of her lungs for me. I ran up the turret as fast as my legs could carry me. I saw her standing near the golden cage. The golden cage that I had replaced, the night before. 
She turned towards me, furious. I was confused. She wasn't supposed to act like that. She wasn't supposed to 'know'..
"How DARE you leave the door of the cage OPEN?! Do you have any idea how disastrous it would have been, to lose the bird? It is the only status we have, left! You stupid little girl!! The bird could have flown away!"
Flown away? I let it free! The bird wasn't here anymore!
"I..I..Am.. s-sorry, ma'am.."

"Alright. Now just let the bird fly for some time and shut the door. CAREFUL, OKAY?"
"Yes, ma'am."
Was she seeing things? The bird WASN'T HERE!!


My mistress moved away from the cage, walked gracefully to the door and swept out of the bird's room.
And then, I saw that the bird was right there in the cage.
Either it had returned or.. someone caught it and brought it back!

I went to it and noticed a small piece of parchment tied to its leg. Another note!
I untied it and opened the piece. There was a hasty scribble..

    Don't question the turn of events. The bird told me that it would miss you terribly.
    It said, it didn't want to be without you. I tried reasoning. 
   It said it loved you too much.
   It nudged me to write this part of the note:
   "I love you, nameless. You took great care of me. I am, after all, a tame bird.. Not wild. I cannot 
    survive without help. 
   Love will keep me locked up in this beautiful cage. Thank you for everything you tried to do."

Burn this note.
- Y


With trembling fingers, I went to the nearest fireplace and crumpled the note and flung it into the depths of the fire. Without another look at the bird, I ran down the tower, crying.


A/N:
I like how the story has turned out.. *blush* *blush*


Thursday, August 16, 2012

The Lion

My Lion's tail, is always straight.



On some days, or nights, when you are compelled by your dreams of the future, to revisit your past, you can't help but think of all those things that you ever held dear to your heart.
I had a lion once, a lion cub, that belonged to me, and only me.
I also had a cat, that is still hidden somewhere between the folds of plastic, in my room. (more on her, later)

This little cub was named Simba, yes, taking after the mighty lion king.
One day in a supermarket, I had my way with my dad, and picked him up from the shelf. I can't imagine what a life he would've had if not for me.. Maybe better..?
I brought Simba home in my arms and laid him on my bed, and slept with him, every night; that is, till eighth grade. After that, of course, i had packed him up well and hidden him away in a shelf.


Sometimes things of the past, have their weird way of triggering some memories.
Years after Simba had been locked away, He made his way out last night. Again, to sleep in my bed one more time.
My Lion's tail, is always straight.


P.S. You might ask me, " So what if your lion's tail is straight?"  
But that's a whole different story, so..

Monday, December 12, 2011

MOON EYES

The Meeting:




The concrete pavement was deserted,hard and cold.She walked on this very pavement.She knew it. She'd seen it...Felt it, a hundred times, in her dreams.The familiar,warm light,from the lantern hung above on the poles flooded sections of the pavement with circular patches of orange light
She could hear even the rustle of her coat, which she now hugged to her chest. She felt cold, a cold she never had felt before.She walked forward her muffled footfalls amplified by the chill and emptiness around her.
She glanced at the road. Empty. A fear clung to her heart,a fear she never felt before,reasons unknown.
She walked.Faster. 
A faint growl sounded from somewhere behind her.She didn't dare look back. She knew, only too well, what would happen....Scared now, she almost ran, trying to find her way out from this seemingly never-ending platform.
She stopped short in her tracks, shocked when she heard the growl from ahead of her. Somehow, she knew this would happen, but she was still surprised...Shocked at her own feelings on seeing the massive creature in front of her.She stood, rooted,staring , wide-eyed at the dark, unlit part of the pavement, unable to meet that intense gaze.
He was there. Right there. She knew. She saw him in her dreams, did she not?
She wished this were a dream too...but she knew it was too vivid to be a dream.She knew,there was no turning back once she was captured by his gaze.
He sat there, silently with his back to her on the pavement,before her. She felt cold, like the cold from the uneven platform was seeping into her through her bare legs.She had tried running away from him,even in her dreams.She tried, now..but somehow, she knew it was inevitable...the things that would happen,soon...She'd not stop now, She took a step,tentatively towards his massive form. He growled.
She opened her mouth to talk, her throat ran too dry. Before she could muster her courage and try again, He turned, just a fraction of an inch towards her.His one gleaming yellow eye focusing on hers...She stood,struck by the beauty,the depth of the countless emotions running under those pair of eyes.
He merely looked into her eyes,until a wry smile touched her parched lips. She knew it. It happened. The countless times she saw it all in her repetitive dreams came true,She knew not,why..She walked towards him, steps now confident. She was so close, she could now feel the warmth off his body. She then took him in her arms, feeling his heart beat and his fur on her face. He felt nice.Despite herself, her fear of his kind, She knew she loved him.
When She released him, He merely got up and walked away into the darkness,without a look back towards the heart he had just captured.


She stood, smiling.
Somehow she felt, she wouldn't see Him again...
Her dreams told her that was false.
She Knew She'd See Him Again. 

Friday, March 25, 2011

OLD.....All Those Memories.


Ever heard of  "Old is Gold" ??
Now that I really think back about how long ago it was, it dawned on me that not Everything you think will "be there", actually be there.
When you realize how long ago it was, you are just Reminding yourself about it all.....
Those things you thought would stay , but left without a Trace...
And it will all go on until you let go and think of all those good times,
That keep tugging at the very ends of your Foggy Memories..
Reminding yourself that leaving isn't that bad after all..
It will tug on until you realize what you've left behind.. let go... just fall...
All those dreams that you thought would build up, you will realize that they had no foundations at all...
All those brittle, little, bitter-sweet memories of yours, you will find will finally leave you in peace with yourself.
Cause:
All is Gone.
All is Erased
All Stands Bare
All is in your Memories,
Yet, its All There
All's Not Over..
All Is Filled up...Rich and Happy,
All is Still...In Your memories.

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

A RED BALLET SHOE



Alongside the fire......
A dance in a ballet shoe,

A book on a cold window sill,
Untouched, Unread...

A still sheet of Music,
Ruffled by my breath...

A piano, Dusty and Old,
Unplayed from years Unknown....

A Creaky, Old, Wooden Floorboard,
Bringing back memories of Shiny, Black Polished Shoes....

A Yellowing, Ancient Tablecloth, Lacey, and perfect,
Convincing me of Fairy tales and Princesses.....

A Wind chime sounding in the Room,
Now, I can Hear Your Flute......

A Rusty Old Lock,
That was Never meant to be opened....

A Clock still Ticking,
Thinking " How Long it has been"......

A Little Shiver Down My spine,
Reminding Me of the Past.....

A Rustle of the Curtain,
And your Sweeping Gown.....

A Musty, Old Bookshelf,
Oh.. the Books You've Read......

A Tingle Down My spine,
Reminding Me; You're Gone......

Alongside The Fire....I still Remember,
A Dance In a Red Ballet Shoe.........

Monday, June 21, 2010

एक बार :D

एक बार जो था ,
अब नहीं है।
जो न था , अब है ,
अब मै उन्हें नहीं चाहती।

एक बार , जो मै चाहती थी ,
वह नहीं थी ,
अब वह मेरे पास है।
लेकिन मै पुराने दिन ही चाहती हूँ।

एक बार , जो भी मै चाहती थी ,
वह नहीं थी,
और अब , जो मै न चाहूँ ,
वे भी मेरे पास है।

एक बार, मै वोह सब चाहती थी ,
जो आज मेरे पास है,
पर अब मै वह चाहती हूँ ,
जो तब थे , अब नहीं।

दिल में वे सब बस गए,
जो थे , अब नहीं,
अब तो मै उन्हें ही चाहती हूँ ,
जो तब थे , अब नहीं!!

मेरे दिल से पूछने पर ,
जवाब मिला,
चिंतित हुई मैं......
उसने कहा......
जो सब थे , उनकी इच्छा है मुझे
जो अब नहीं है , वोह चाहिए मुझे
जो अब है , वोह भी मुझे चाहिए!

समय के साथ बदलती गयी मै।
सरलता न बच पाया।

आज मै ने अपने आप को
आईने मै देखि तो,
अपने आप को पहेचान न पायी.....
न ही आइना मुझे पहेचान पाया था!!!!

एक दिन , आशा है,
मै अपने आप को देख लू ,
जैसे मैं थी - अब न हूँ!!!!!

एक दिन,
आशा हैं ,
मैं अपने आप को पहेचान पाऊँ!!


-अदिति शर्मा कुची

Thursday, May 13, 2010

WATER........



Ever since my childhood, i Loved Water... it somehow inspires me.
the way it shapes itself into any vessel..... it shows me how to adjust into any surroundings!
I used to have an aquarium... i loved it. It was my favourite passtime to gaze at the eight goldfishes and one black molly.... but what was surprising was that, Now when i recall those memories, that have pressed themselves like photographs in my memory; i remember that i was not really looking at the fishes... yeah they were graceful and all...
like God had made them to be, but i was looking at the water....the way the fishes CUT the water,to make way for themselves... the way the Water never got HURT, the way it willingly moved aside...
it did not allow itself to be hurt by anything. It just flowed....kept on flowing...
NO i would not say in a careless or carefree way... it did take care ... but took care of itself, in a way that it was not obvious.



I went to this lake.. once a long time ago, with my aunt uncle and two sisters.
it is called "Rammappa Kaluva" or something like that..yeah below is a photograph of it...(taken through the camera of my cellphone..hence, not so clear)



in this lake.. my sister, being naughty as always.. tried to throw a pebble into the calm depths of the peaceful lake,of course it would cause ripples...
i was , dont ask me why.. , kind of disgruntled.
Why should the girl throw a pebble? why ??!!!
oh why on earth would she want to disturb a peaceful soul?! far actually, that was what had passed in my mind. but it would look really foolish to stop the girl from having her fun!
she kept on throwing the stones...somehow she ENJOYED wreaking havoc in the peace of the waters!!
well... she is a kid, having her share of fun! :D i would not stop her!





Well... but at that moment, i understood, that how many ever fishes are under the water,it never shows...a FAINT ripple is caused..a FAINT one when a fish comes up and decides to peek its nose (if it has one)



Water has inspired me to be what i am... or what i HOPE i AM
and i also hopes it keeps inspiring me too :)

Thursday, May 6, 2010

SISTERLY LOVE.............cute :)

A week or two ago, my aunt and her two daughters came over to my place.
The elder one..was sitting on a chair "drawing" with my crayons, meanwhile.. this little one had come and was trying to bully her sister off the chair so she could take her place. I tried to stop her, well... u know i'm not good at handling kids :D !
but what shocked me was that the eldser one did not whine....like she usually does, instead she lifted her sister onto the chair and willingly got up from the chair!
the little one scattered all the crayons across the floor and when i started picking them up, the elder one came to me and said "paravaledu akka nenu teestanu, nuvvu elli kucho" which means- its ok big sister, u go and sit, i will pick up all the crayons.
i was really shocked. usually she starts crying and cursing! i watched her patiently retrieving all the crayons. when she did, the little one beckoned to her and made her sit on the same chair .....

it was so touching... so cute :)

Kitne lamhoon ne
Mujhko ho jaise hairaan kiya
Kitni batoon ne
Dil ko aake hai chuu liya

-wake up sid (aaj kal zindagi)

it was something i had been missing from the very beggining, i have no sisters ,no brothers..... that minute i realised..... how much ever they both fight or curse each other, they will always love eachother :)
the feeling that there is some other person apart from your parents, who cares for you and whom you can care for... is wonderful :)
proof of sisterly love
:D