Looking Out

 

People walking down the road, vehicles passing by was the view Shimir saw outside his window.

The calmness on his face hid the turmoil from within. For a moment being isolated from the world into his own gave him the sense of tranquility that he was trying hard to seek.

The calling of his name brought him back to the reality. He turned around and started pushing his wheel chair forward...

P.S.: In case you are wondering why a lot of fiction lately, its because I have not been able to jot my thoughts in a better way. Hope that changes. I have also created a new social blog called Freedom Expression (do check it out) and am experimenting with Twitter too :)

My Friend Ganesha

“When will Ganesha come to our house” the four year old Shreya asked her mother innocently.

“Ganesha lives in the sky, he cannot come to our house” her mother replied. “He is my friend, I want to play with him” she persisted.

Her mother looked at her and tried her best to make her understand that Ganesha is not seen by the humans and that’s why we worshipped him in the form of idols and pictures. “I want to play with Ganesha” Shreya kept repeating.

The father who was sitting on the sofa nearby, lost behind the newspaper was roped in by the mother to explain the absence of Ganesha.

“He is my friend and I want to play with him” she retorted as her father made his attempt. “How can he be your friend, have you met him or seen him?” questioned her father. “No” Shreya replied with her head down. “How will he come to your house now if you have not met him or invited over?” The question was met with a silence. She went back to playing with her doll lying on the floor.

The cell phone rang which the father picked up and hung up after a few minutes. “Who called up?” Shreya asked from a distance. “That was my friend Ganesh” he replied.

“Ganesha a friend of yours?” she asked her father who on realization gave a puzzled look and the mother broke into a laughter.

Come Back

Jigna moved her hand on the other side of the bed and on finding nothing started moving her fingers up and down. Quickly she opened her eyes to see that there was no one else on the bed.

She came out of the room looking here and there when light emitting from the hall caught her attention. Curiously, she moved towards the hall only to find the door ajar. The house was searched and there was no one’s presence except hers. She panicked, grabbed the house keys and went downstairs.

Jigna ran outside in the middle of the night and found her standing at the gates of the building. “Mom, what are you doing here?” she asked her mother, who was dressed in a sari and her long hair open. “I am waiting for you Dad. He told me he was going to come” she replied.

“He is not going to come back, he is gone”. She tried telling her but she won’t listen. “Okay, let’s wait for him at our home” Jigna told her mother and took her back to home. She had managed to put her mother to sleep and still somehow sleep eluded her.

Tears kept flowing through her eyes as she looked at her mother sleeping peacefully. She took out the newspaper cutting from the side table and looked at it for a while.

It was the obituary of her father who had passed away a year ago, still her mother longed for him to come back.