“NO NRC, NO CAB” shouted the opposition mob, there was a huge rally on the road. Sara shut her ears with her hands,
“Enough guys, It’s spoiling the peace of my mind”, she murmured in her heart. She went to the guava vendor, and took a guava. The vendor cut the guava into slices, sprinkled the salt on it, which were shining like crushed pearls under the sunlight, placed it into newspaper piece and gave it to her. Sara took it and went home enjoying the slices. After eating the last slice, she looked at the newspaper. She saw the face of PM became wet by the guava juice. She threw it by frustation, stamped on it. She reached home.
“Ammi, Ammmi”, she called her mother. Her mother was talking about the topic, which Sara was frustrated with. “Ammi”, stop it. I’m done with this daily political drama. I need some snacks. She freshened up went and ate some snacks, enjoyed her cartoon, complete her homework and went to bed.
Her routine continued the same. ” One day, she reached home and began calling out her mother. She searched the whole home , but her mother wasn’t there. Then she saw her mother entering the gate with her grandparents. She rushed and hugged her grandparents. Now it was not TV but her grandparents who completed her evening’s loneliness.
The other day, the road to home seemed unusual. There was blood everywhere. She saw her limbs shivering. She came forward pressing her mouth tightly with her hands. She felt the sweat running down her eyebrows, then through the temples and rolled down her neck. Tears were flowing like water in the river. She couldn’t see her home anywhere. She continued walking forward then, heard some laugh. She tip toed and hid behind the wall to check. She peeped out . Her teary eyes only caught the blur scene. She wiped the tears by her arms and her sleeves got wet. Her hands were shivering and the books started trembling in her hands. She saw a group of men and women on chairs around the tables, cheering with wine glasses.
They toasted each other.
“Shinnnnnnn”, gave the glasses a sound when touched each other. Their t shirts had some symbols, looked like symbols of political parties.
One of them said, ” Fooling a human with religious sentiments is basic KG thing, we politicians are good at”. She clenched her teeth tighter, the whole earth was red, and the hands of these politicians had the stains.
An argument arose , each of them started yelling at each other. Suddenly, one of them took out a knife which was already red, the other had a pistol whose holster had blood at its end. Each one of them attacked each other, killed each other, fell beside each other.
She moved further, saw some school bags bleeding. The ends of a notebook had blood which were held tighter by little fingers of a nursery student.
She took the book, from the little fingers, opened it and read “Chapter – 01″ ” OUR INDIA – A BEAUTIFUL PLACE TO LIVE IN ” She shouted at the top of her voice and cried a lot. She took the already bleeded knife, cut her wrist, fell down and breathe her last. Her last breathe on the ground smelt the blood stained Indian soil.
The dust flew around her nose. The last tear flowed from the end of her eye leaving her lashes wet.
“It’s time for school, Get up Sara, Hurry up”, shouted her mother from kitchen. She got up with full force in her body, checked her wrist, wiped the tears that fowed unconsciously from her eyes. Thank God, It was just a Nightmare. She explained her Dream to her father and hugged him.
Her father smiled and said” It was just a Nightmare Sara”….
But slowly her Father’s Heart Whispered ” The secret is that Poor little girl, Little does she knows that One Day Her Dream will soon turn into a Reality in this Horrific World”.
Nausheen Anjum
Sangareddy, Telangana.
