Lathi charge.
Few got hit.
One among them was her mother’s pet. One hell of a rebel he was. Had she not been there then, it wouldn’t have made much difference. Young she was. It’s quite often that she gets to watch this live. Her high spirits found it rather interesting. When everything began to fall in places with the bruised taken for first aid and her parents to their rescue, she figured out there wouldn’t be anything happening for the next 24 hour or so. Checking if her dad would be willing to drop her home, she decided other wise and began walking. 7o’clock is in the tropical zone isn’t that dark anyway. Even if it was, she would have chosen the same. It’s in the walks that she reflects herself and she appreciated the solitude.
. . . . . . . . . . .
Of course the three of them were following her.
She was bold when they approached, which was obvious. He wasn’t a stranger; in fact he was one person she used to admire back in high school. Who in the world would forget his expertise with the bow and strings! Times change. So did he. Now what people say of him should have bothered her too much to turn back. Meeting him was the last thing she would have wanted, and that too alone! The other two were ugly looking guys, whom she has noted as being temporary friends as he has always had once his paths changed. Sure they were a contrast to the masculine handsome guy he was. Her guts assured her he was no danger. Neither was he smiling nor rude. He caught hold of her hands and started walking. With all her might, she continued to get out of his clutches, but in vein she finally walked behind him. She could have screamed, easy escape! She didn’t. He got into his bike and asked her to sit behind. Reluctantly, she did so. After four or five tries, the old thing got started. He rode slowly. Losing patience, she thought, if he wanted me to get scared, well and good, just yell! This silence was too mysterious. Finally he stopped, not turning the engines down and said “Girl, you are much matured. I haven’t had this response from a single person before.” Hearing this, she humoured herself thinking how it would be to get someone startled in the middle of the night to ride on the rugged machine. She cooled down, enjoying her free ride which started again. He said “my pleasure to meet you “. She replied reluctantly with a grin “my pleasure too” (obviously not). He laughed. She wondered why he was riding again and again through the same colony. She didn’t ask. Partly because his response is nothing like predictable and partly because she was liking it. Suddenly he slowed down and pointed at an old wooden house, now in pieces. “I lived here with my mom. In my teens, I hated her and fought with her. One day, I bet her and walked out. Here I am now, despised by all. I wish I could undo my past, at least apologise. I miss her”. “Why can’t you?” “Coz she is no more”.
He dropped her at home. Though moved by the experience, she kept her stand, smiled and walked in. He kept gazing at her until the lights went off thinking why he told her his deepest regret. For some reason he knew that words just came out. Her silence assured him an understanding nobody ever gave him.
Few got hit.
One among them was her mother’s pet. One hell of a rebel he was. Had she not been there then, it wouldn’t have made much difference. Young she was. It’s quite often that she gets to watch this live. Her high spirits found it rather interesting. When everything began to fall in places with the bruised taken for first aid and her parents to their rescue, she figured out there wouldn’t be anything happening for the next 24 hour or so. Checking if her dad would be willing to drop her home, she decided other wise and began walking. 7o’clock is in the tropical zone isn’t that dark anyway. Even if it was, she would have chosen the same. It’s in the walks that she reflects herself and she appreciated the solitude.
. . . . . . . . . . .
Of course the three of them were following her.
She was bold when they approached, which was obvious. He wasn’t a stranger; in fact he was one person she used to admire back in high school. Who in the world would forget his expertise with the bow and strings! Times change. So did he. Now what people say of him should have bothered her too much to turn back. Meeting him was the last thing she would have wanted, and that too alone! The other two were ugly looking guys, whom she has noted as being temporary friends as he has always had once his paths changed. Sure they were a contrast to the masculine handsome guy he was. Her guts assured her he was no danger. Neither was he smiling nor rude. He caught hold of her hands and started walking. With all her might, she continued to get out of his clutches, but in vein she finally walked behind him. She could have screamed, easy escape! She didn’t. He got into his bike and asked her to sit behind. Reluctantly, she did so. After four or five tries, the old thing got started. He rode slowly. Losing patience, she thought, if he wanted me to get scared, well and good, just yell! This silence was too mysterious. Finally he stopped, not turning the engines down and said “Girl, you are much matured. I haven’t had this response from a single person before.” Hearing this, she humoured herself thinking how it would be to get someone startled in the middle of the night to ride on the rugged machine. She cooled down, enjoying her free ride which started again. He said “my pleasure to meet you “. She replied reluctantly with a grin “my pleasure too” (obviously not). He laughed. She wondered why he was riding again and again through the same colony. She didn’t ask. Partly because his response is nothing like predictable and partly because she was liking it. Suddenly he slowed down and pointed at an old wooden house, now in pieces. “I lived here with my mom. In my teens, I hated her and fought with her. One day, I bet her and walked out. Here I am now, despised by all. I wish I could undo my past, at least apologise. I miss her”. “Why can’t you?” “Coz she is no more”.
He dropped her at home. Though moved by the experience, she kept her stand, smiled and walked in. He kept gazing at her until the lights went off thinking why he told her his deepest regret. For some reason he knew that words just came out. Her silence assured him an understanding nobody ever gave him.
