Saturday, July 28, 2007

SEASONS OF CHANGE - 5

That moment of silence still lingers as a part of my life. That moment and beyond, everything changed. It is a nightmare still etched in the depths of my memory, for I followed every second and every step...stunned and noiseless when my mother lifted the white covers of what came in the vehicle. I was a silent spectator to my father’s wails of agony over his dead son’s body which he got home. My mother however remained silent and expressionless, staring numb at the mortal remains of her beloved son.

A variety of people gathered at the scene…faces known and unknown came to steal glances at the visions of the maimed family. Then came policemen and other people…they told us Anand fell off the train. The details didn’t matter anymore, my brother, my parents son was gone…never to return again or let the family celebrate his homecoming. I looked at the stiff and pale body which had once been my brother. He wasn’t his Maa’s beautiful boy anymore with cuts and stitches sewn across his face. He used to be scared of the hospital as a child…phobic to needles. I stared blankly at the maimed body…this had once been our Anand. Tears blurred my vision and I moved off the scene.

For what it seemed like hours I could still hear the cries of Baba as I sat numbly on the doorstep, my back turned against them, unable to face the reality. There still wasn’t the slightest noise from Maa and I feared turning back and looking at her. I wanted to hear nothing, see nothing, nothing at all…everything seemed so frightening and I doubted my strengths.

A light hand touched my shoulder, but I was stiff, unable or maybe unwilling to respond. A familiar voice spoke, “Di, are you Ok?
It was a realization that I had forgotten about Payal not being there and a sudden pang of guilt cast a knot in my stomach. She was there standing beside me looking at with eyes of concern, eyes now puffed red and tear filled. I stared back, unable to react. She knew the moment and threw her arms about me as we hugged in a silent expression of grief.

3 comments:

NDEO said...

The description is so touching that pictures come naturally infront of eyes...

The story has suddenly got involving...dont break the link now...keep on updating it regularly...This is like the pickle which is getting better with time..so dont stop the time...

Job absolutely superbly done...Congrats!!!

Sourav said...

Hi

I just got to catch a glimpse of ur blog while surfing orkut...needless to say i got stuck and read the entire story...although in a reverse fashion initially :) I do not know whether this is a real incident or a story as I dont know u...but I muct acknowledge the fact that the entire stuff is very well written...It has a flow which somehow missed in other blogs...I liked the simplicity of the life mentioned here which somehow joins most of the Indian lives. Anyway really very good work...I myself tried something similar in my blog but not as good as urs :)

Traveller said...

Well! Good work continues...

Shock value...
Breaking stereotypes about crying and Fathers and mothers...
Post-mortem.... completely destroys the face of the deceased... Stitches, bandage/plaster on the head...

But what I liked most about the post is the last Para... The sisters thing.. Class act... Such are the elements that create the magic in the story... Carry on the goold work gal...