Tuesday, 2 July 2013

The Accident

The door closes and Richa comes out holding a bottle of wine in her hand. She was looking admirable in her blue knee length attire, coupled with a simple yet sophisticated scarf that was neatly woven round her slender neck. A diamond bracelet sparkled from her left wrist, outshining her red stilettos. Her pear shaped small peral earrings kept on dangling. Her peach skin is as fresh as mountains and she got sparkling blue eyes. Her angelic beauty is irresistible.

A guy with a Porsche asks to drop her home. Anyone would love to do this favour to her. 

She smiles.

"Holding a wine bottle doesn't mean I am drunk. Try your luck with someone else."

"Luck is something you can't rely on. I believe in myself much more than such things. Could we go out for dinner?"

"Trust me you wouldn't like to hang out with me."

"Why, do you have a past?"

The devil seems to have overtaken her expressions. The guy shivers and stands in a straight posture. She reached near him. Her aroma was alluring but he didn't felt like moving. She brought her lips very close to his and whispered.

"I do have a past, and even their memories."

An evil laugh followed as she moved towards the parking lot.


The doors of the Jaguar got unlached. The sound made by the car made it easy for her to find it out in the parking lot. She swept in the driving seat and threw the bottle in the front passenger’s seat. She drove the vehicle all through the city to the outskirts on the road. She is in no hurry and neither has she seemed to have a destination. The safety rules were always violated, the moment she gulped from the bottle. She didn’t care. Her life was not something that was important to her.

A pint of wine spilled and it distressed her even more. She puts her hand in the glove box to find some tissues and feels something hard she doesn’t remember being there. She takes it out and finds a small old metal box. A tear fell down her eyes. The wine found its way on the surface. A recurring memory starts haunting her. She needs to run away from this world.

A car at a crossing was waiting for someone. The guy got a call, came out of the car and was crossing the street to the florist. He didn’t knew that an angry lady all frustrated with her job, in a rush to meet her already waiting husband, trying to curl up her hair to make woe more men would ignore to look on the street. She stopped the car only after she realized that she had hit something or someone. She got scared and rushed herself up to the restaurant just down the street where his husband had been waiting. None had seen her doing the accident and neither were their any security cameras to prove it. But more than finding an escape to her crime she ran away out of perplexity and shock. She never thought that this incident would haunt her so badly. She should have stopped and atleast looked at the person she had hit. May be she could have saved his life.

The trailer’s light flashed on her eyes and she was brought out of her memories. She could never come out of it. She started drinking ever since that accident happened. She wished to be hanged for it but the court proved it to be an accident. She threw the box back in the glove box. She has neared a small city. It must be festival time. Every single shop is decorated and you could read their names from miles. She should grab some snacks as she has planned a much longer trip. She doesn’t stop however. May be she is not hungry. May be she will not need it anymore.


Shouts her husband from the back seat.

The car skidds with the sudden jolt of brakes. A Truck swoops by just missing the edge of the car. The signal on the crossing was red. Only angels had saved her from this impact.

Sudden silence prevailed everywhere. The only sound that could be heard was two people's breath and rolling of the wine bottle. She wishes to hold the moment but couldn't help and turns. She turns back and starts crying. She takes out the box once again. The carvings on them were still intact in her mind every piece by piece. She opens it only to wet her cheeks more. It had her wedding ring passed on to the four generations of his husband. It was her fourth attempt of suicide, after the death of his husband in that accident but he would not just let her die.

She gears back the car to the cafe behind.

Monday, 1 July 2013


Raj lifts his sand filled face, up in the air. His eyes are wide open but everything is blurred. He clears off the sand from his face, hands, clothes and gazes around. Sand is all around him and he starts remembering the things. The ship losing control, the havoc created in the people, the chaos everywhere and he falling from the deck.

WHERE is HE? What place is this? I am alive. IS there anyone else here? Someone must have also been alive and driven to some other part of this island. He starts shouting and running all around the beach. It was not a small place and he had to give up after few hours. He had come back to his initial location to find some food. He searched all around but nothing from the ship seems to be successful to reach this place. Tired and exhausted from the scorching heat he lies down on the ground. Was this the end of his life? His minds were pondering with all sorts of random questions while it starts becoming numb again.

He wakes up again at night and sets to find some fruit or anything to be eaten. He got successful very nearby only. Next he found a cave and everything looked to him like one of the movies with the actor lost on an island for a long time. He tried hard to create fire but maybe he was choosing the wrong stones. It was cold but he loved it. He tried to sleep but was mesmerized by the calm waves and the music played by the rustling of the leaves. The nature was indeed much more beautiful than his best imaginations.

Two days have passed and no one has yet reached to the shore either in search of him or driven by the waves. He thought to explore the other end of the island which he had been avoiding in fear of wild animals. The path was becoming more difficult as he was nearing the center of the island. He saw some of the most exotic birds and captured their images in his memory. The path was full of thorns and his feet had already got two cuts.

He had been walking all day. May be he has reached the other end and if not he needs to make it quick. He had lost track of time but according to his calculations the sun will set in 2 hours and he needs a cave to rest in. With trees all around he was having a weird feeling to sleep on the branch of a tree. What if he falls down? What if a jaguar climbs the tree? Though he had not met a single ferocious creature yet but they don’t increase the probability of not having one.

ARE his senses working right? That was a human voice. He hears it again. It’s a woman. He starts running in the direction of the voice. The thorns were not bothering him and neither the density of the bushes lessened his pace. The lady was shouting for help and it stopped him. The voice has been loud and clear and it was coming towards him. He hid himself behind a tree. A woman in her late 30’s was all tired and running towards the forest. Dirty denim and top with her hair all messed up, showed she has been on the island for more than days. She was pretty but it was not a movie to fall in love at first sight and hold the girl so she can doze off in your arms. He was waiting for the beast coming behind her. He had already grabbed a thick log to take care of danger about to come. She was right now the most beautiful thing on this whole universe and he needs to take care of her.

The danger was something out of everything he imagined. It were the tribals. ONE, TWO, FOUR. Four of them chasing a single girl, where has been their manhood? They had painted black faces. Leaves tied at hands, legs and other odd places. The short amount of cloth they were wearing was colourful which was quite odd at such a place but that was not a thing to be cared about in such a moment. The first one caught her. They tied her hands with the rope. Covered the mouth with a piece of cloth which may be was her handkerchief. He needs to do something now. There may be a hundreds of them back at their place. He imagined her being roasted on the fire while the tribals performed their rituals dancing around the fire. He got a firm grip over the log. She saw him as she was the only one facing his side. Her eyes widened and he could see hope in her eyes.

Bang! He had hit the last one, who shouted and fell on the ground. He swung the log like the baseball bat towards the second one. The guy shouted WTF and blood came out from his mouth. The third guy leapt towards him but could only grab the log and fell on the ground. The fourth one however succeeded to give him a hard hit and pushed him hard. He stumbled and with the combination of the push hit a tree real hard. He had started losing conscious with both, the hit and the fear of death when someone shouted out loud.

CUT! Who is the idiot? How the hell did he come here? Call the medic for the crew.