Posted by Soumya Mukherjee at 6:39 PM
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On the dimmer side of the world, Akki was sobbing. He was angry with himself and his carelessness. He shouldn't have stayed glued to the TV of the roadside tea-stall while bringing the packed food for him and his little sister. The rain had already made the roads slippery , and the soles of his chappals had worn out beyond usage.
The match between India and Pakistan had gotten quite interesting. He just wanted to check the scores while crossing the road and walk towards his slum where he and his sister lived. The stall was jam packed with people but he did not mind watching the match standing outside, as the cool raindrops soothed his soul and dampened the ragged t-shirt he was wearing. He tried to cross the road while catching the last glimpse of the match as he could,when suddenly the slippery roads and his worn-out footwear soles played their trick. He fell and with that all the food he had packed for him and his sister after a busy day in the factory,went flying as they splattered everywhere on the road.
On the brighter side of the world, Anant was sobbing. He was angry with himself and his carelessness. He shouldn't have stayed glued to the TV in the drawing room of the plush home where he and his parents lived. He should have quietly slipped into his room and not come out until his demand- a new Nexus tablet- was fulfilled by his parents.So what if they got him a new tablet only a month back. The match between India and Pakistan had gotten quite interesting. He just wanted to check the scores while getting to his room and lock himself up for the day without touching any food. He hated the rain outside, as it had washed away his chances of getting his buddies together and hang out in the mall, devouring some food in the process and then come back and resume the hunger strike.
Thus he waited for the over to finish,and soon his mom came and served out delicacies for him at the dining space. He was famished but couldn't break his resolve. The frustration as a result of this reached such a point that tears started rolling down his cheek and he reached the dinner table,when suddenly the emotions played their trick. He grabbed the table cloth and flung it briskly, sending the food flying as they splattered everywhere on the floor.
The match between India and Pakistan had gotten quite interesting. He just wanted to check the scores while crossing the road and walk towards his slum where he and his sister lived. The stall was jam packed with people but he did not mind watching the match standing outside, as the cool raindrops soothed his soul and dampened the ragged t-shirt he was wearing. He tried to cross the road while catching the last glimpse of the match as he could,when suddenly the slippery roads and his worn-out footwear soles played their trick. He fell and with that all the food he had packed for him and his sister after a busy day in the factory,went flying as they splattered everywhere on the road.
On the brighter side of the world, Anant was sobbing. He was angry with himself and his carelessness. He shouldn't have stayed glued to the TV in the drawing room of the plush home where he and his parents lived. He should have quietly slipped into his room and not come out until his demand- a new Nexus tablet- was fulfilled by his parents.So what if they got him a new tablet only a month back. The match between India and Pakistan had gotten quite interesting. He just wanted to check the scores while getting to his room and lock himself up for the day without touching any food. He hated the rain outside, as it had washed away his chances of getting his buddies together and hang out in the mall, devouring some food in the process and then come back and resume the hunger strike.
Thus he waited for the over to finish,and soon his mom came and served out delicacies for him at the dining space. He was famished but couldn't break his resolve. The frustration as a result of this reached such a point that tears started rolling down his cheek and he reached the dinner table,when suddenly the emotions played their trick. He grabbed the table cloth and flung it briskly, sending the food flying as they splattered everywhere on the floor.
You have clearly shown the glimpse of the distinct reality of the two levels of this society. You have given a message through this twin-story. I appreciate it. One should always acknowledge the prosperity God has chose to bestow upon them. Nice story :)
ReplyDeleteThank you very much , Sayantini. :)
DeleteWhat are the odds man! see the latest post on my blog :D
ReplyDeletePS: Good one :)
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I was beginning to wonder! :P Thank you :)
DeleteAmazing story bhokali... and i ve the theme in my head for next week's micro fiction... n yes it ll be inspired from ur story...
ReplyDeleteThank you Aditi. :)
DeleteWow!Superb stories and super contrast.Only if the understanding had been rational.
DeleteYes I think I have noticed that. Actually I was so lost in delivering the message that I couldn't work on that aspect which you accurately pointed out. Thank you. :)
DeleteThat was brillianly written, Soumya.
ReplyDeleteThank you very much, Diptee. :)
DeleteWhat a beautiful piece of prose!
ReplyDeleteThank you Abhishek Da! :)
DeleteRead your blog for the first time. Man, you can write apart from the regular blabber on Twitter :P LOLJK! It was good. I'm trying to figure out how much more silly could children on the brighter side of the world be!
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