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Newborn bonding

I was anxious, I think you might have guessed that yourself by seeing me roam here and there on the hospital floor. I kept on looking at the operation theatre’s door as if I can see right through that. People say that God alone is the final support at such times, So I placed my hands together in front of me and started praying. Oh, that’s better, I tried to calm my mind a little bit. I needed to be strong. I took my mobile to look at the time but began to stare at its wallpaper. There she was, smiling happily at me, my one and only daughter touching her tummy affectionately. My hands reflexively clutched the phone tight. I looked at the labour ward. I wish I was there with her inside holding her hands tight. She was a strong girl from childhood, she would be fine, I tried to console myself looking at my crossed fingers.

The doctor came out with a nurse, looked as if they were discussing something seriously and then he asked something to the nurse, She looked hither and thither and pointed towards me. They gestured me to come near them. I moved as fast as my legs could carry me. My heart beats increased and I could feel the tension in the air. 

“Doctor, how’s she ?” I asked in a shaky voice.

He looked up from the file and said with the practised smile “She’s fine and so is the child. She’s blessed with the baby girl. Congratulations Aninitha Ji”. I sighed in relief. Luckily nothing was serious as I expected few minutes back. I thanked the doctor holding my hands together at the same time looking up at God with teary eyes. I rushed inside to see them. My daughter was still unconscious. I went near her and wiped her tired sweaty face with my saree’s edge and kissed her forehead.
          
A nurse came in and handed me the baby. My joy had no boundary on that day. My eyes were shedding happy tears.  I remembered the moment when I got my daughter for the first time in my hands.  She looked exactly like her, same stubborn curly hair and big round eyes. I was lost in my memory. She was making some sounds as if trying to get my attention back to her. My heart was overwhelming with joy when her little hand clutched my finger with immense strength.  I sat down beside my daughter and kissed the baby’s forehead and held them both close to my body and silently promised myself to take care of these two until my last breath.

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New Freedom

I was lying lazily flapping my big ears probably half-asleep lost in my thoughts. When my master first brought me here from my home, I was missing everything there. I would close my eyes and imagine being there in dense forest with loads of food and the refreshing river water with my family. Even once I tried to find my way back, But I couldn’t remember much, as I was very young back then. My owner used to control me with a stick and tied me with the chain. Here food is very limited and also he gives me when he wants to, not when I am hungry.  I wish someday I get the chance to find my family and to be with them. But later I got used to this place. It was kind of fun to see the kids jump at my sight shouting “See ! there’s an elephant”. 
I was pulled to present with the sudden commotion around me. My master was packing everything and leaving somewhere in a hurry with his family.  I noticed with a sigh that he didn’t keep any food for me. I asked myself can I go somewhere in search of the food. I looked at my legs, luckily in the hurry to leave, He had forgotten to tie me with the chain.
I got up with tremendous effort carrying my gigantic body. I moved out of the house and started walking slowly.

In the past, these streets used to be crowded with people. There were some functions I would go with my master,  kids happily rode on me, people got my blessings and gave me bananas or a piece of paper which my master took it with joy. He never let me go anywhere alone. He always clutched my chains in his firm hand and forced me to go with him.

Today I am walking on my own without anyone to control me. Finally, I found some hope to fulfil my wish. My legs were eagerly taking me forward towards the forest. Streets were empty and all the doors were closed.  I wondered where did humans go? I hadn’t spotted even one person. It felt strange. On the way, the banana smell was wafting in the air momentarily distracting me from the nearby farm. Cautiously I looked around making sure no one was there to shoo me away. I went inside and had loads of bananas until my stomach was full. I hoped that should hold off my hunger for some days. Dogs were encouraging me to go fast, Did they increase in numbers from the last time I remembered? I wondered.  The summer heat was intolerable so I went into the river and cheerfully started bathing. My body felt energetic after this refreshing bath.  While leaving the village, I noticed some closely packed houses. Then a small girl squeaked from a window pointing at me. Unknowingly I felt happy like my good old days. I had some pressing questions in my mind, why were they all inside the house? why won’t she come out to ride on me? I went close to the house and tried to tell her silent goodbye before leaving. I tried to trespass the gate. It collapsed completely as I tried to move further inside. But I got confused and mentally swore ‘ I had merely touched them’.  The pleased look on her face got changed into fear. It was hilarious how these humans used to control me with a small stick. But now they were scared of something and have locked themselves inside the house. Did anyone more powerful than humans exist?
I moved towards the forest, with every step my heartbeat was increasing in excitement. Trees were happily welcoming me home. I went deep inside the forest to embrace nature and to breathe the freedom in the air.

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Presence of mind

There was silence for a long time. She sighed and wondered whether he’s listening to her or again started looking at his phone. She cleared her throat before turning around to check. There was no response still.

“Are you even listening to me ?” She said in irritated voice looking at him.

“I was… I mean I am listening to you” He said in a lost voice.

“Really? Can you remind me what I was saying to you ?” She rolled her eyes looking straight at his eyes.

“You know I get lost looking at you. Your words just flew away” He threw his dazzling smile.

“Good escape” She pursed her lips trying to look angry but smiled broadly then looking at him.

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Sad microtale

“You should rest for a while, you can read some other time, I mean … ” She stopped in mid-sentence and her hand froze in mid-air near the book. “I wish I could have done this earlier. But time is the only problem” He looked at the calendar counting his last days in the death bed. Books help him to hold his sense together till then.

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What’s love ?

“Love is … “ He started thinking for the opt word.
“Blind?” She offered teasingly, looking at him from distance.
“No stupid. Love is usually never blind like our’s” he winked at her replying even more teasingly.
She came close, kept the hands in her hip and asked angrily “Is our love blind ?”.
He thought for a while and replied slowly “Yes love is blind, you are so conscious about looking after me, my wish, my needs, likes, dislikes, you are not seeing what you are doing to yourself in the progress. Clear your mind and try to see peacefully, We had envisioned a life together of happiness doing whatever we wish and fulfilling all our dreams. Don’t let the days flew away without living. Love me always but live for yourself also. Will you let me do this for you at any cost?”.
She hugged him tight with the tears in her eyes. He is right to some extent.

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Problems

Sheela was worried and sat silently staring out of the window, she is just 10 year old. Her dad wants to make her understand life and to see her happy.

“What happened?” He asked her.

“I feel sad” She replied in meek voice.

“Okay Lets go somewhere” He pulled her hands affectionately.

While crossing the construction site, They saw the old building being demolished and stones of various size are littered around the place. Her dad got an idea.

“Let’s play a game” He said cheerfully to her.

She looked around the place and questioned in confusion “Do you mean here ? ”

“Yes here only. Can you lift that small stone? ” He asked.

“I guess yes” She went near that and lifted that stone.

“Good. what about that? ” He pointed to the bigger stone than the previous one.

She started to say no but her dad said “Before you say no , look around and see the bigger stones than that. Do you still think you can’t  lift that one ?”

This time she was bit confident about it and lifted the stone. She was happy about it, she had done something which she thought she couldn’t  do.

Her dad patted her shoulder and said “These stones are like problems you face everyday. You can surely lift it with little extra effort. But your fear blocks your ability and make a false assumption that you can’t do that. Before solving any problem in your life, look around and ask yourself is that really big problem than those huge one’s out there. I won’t give you false assurance, life is never a bed of roses, in the same way it is not full of thrones, I wont ask you what is your problem now, but whatever it is , solution lies inside you, which you need to find, instead of being sad about it”

She nodded understanding the life and added cheerfully “Let’s go home dad. I have some things to work on “. Her dad smiled at her change.

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Raise your hand if you are also one

Have you ever felt

Any new path reminds you of your favourite path,

Have you ever felt

Any new book reminds you of the book which was close to your heart,

Have you ever felt

Any new recipe tickles your taste bud exactly the same way as your top food list ,

Have you ever felt

Any new lyrics made you murmur some dear old song,

Have you ever felt

The confusion between taking it as blessing or throw it away as frustration

Have you ever felt

The most pressing question arising in your mind,

“Is it really happening or simply dejavu induced by imagination”

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Maturity

“I want icecream” says kid , after throwing lot of tantrum it gets icecream.

“Give mom little bit” says mom teasingly.

“No it’s mine” says kid sternly.

Few years later

“Mom do you want icecream?” Asks little grown up boy.

“Yeah get it. Take wallet from bag” says mom busy with purchasing.

“Here you go” says kid with only one icecream. Mom looks questioningly.

“I am not in mood to have. You have “ kid tries to sound cheerfully for mom , empty purse in hand still seems heavy in that little heart.

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Shortest stories

• She realised the meaning of life when she’s bedridden.

• “Please talk” he whispered looking at his mom’s picture, now he has time but it’s too late.

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Who is teacher

“This seems perfect. You are truly improving” he said looking at the notebook.

She was so happy with her hardwork.

“Varun thank you. I am glad I wrote your name for first time.” She taught him a lot ,Now it’s time for son to teach his mom.

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