ANGEL

Just like a mechanical doll, i backpacked my handbag and paced to my bus-stop after hearing the bang of my college bell. Stepping few more feet ahead, i dipped my chin down as  i tried to stare away from that regular guy who simply looks at me every day. He never teased me for all this while, but his gaze itself is a horrible disturbance for me. Drifting away from his piercing look, i moved ahead like a Hollywood-star walks on Red carpet. It took nearly ten minutes for me to reach my bus-stop and i jumped into the bus. For gods sake, i got a window-seat as i  found a relief from the pain i used to feel amidst my shoulder blades.However, It was a happy evening as the sinking sun made the never-ending horizon more and more reddish.

When my bus took a sudden break to load the passengers, my eyes got stuck to a cute girl who just stepped-in with her mom. As my lap found vacant for that girl, her mother told me to take care of her child. I felt very very happy as usual as i am too fond of playing with children. She appears less than four years of age and i prefer to call her as an ANGEL for the rest of this story. She attired with a silvery white gown and wear a white, translucent scarf around her head. Black-lined eyelashes of her, gave me a marvelous contrast with her facial complexions. Everything about her made me happy except two things,,, first thing that she never smiled.....and the second thing that she never even yelled a word to me...

I tried to impress her with so many of my childish gestures that i usually use when i rejoice with children. But none of them worked on her. As the each and every attempt of mine was failing, passengers who were sitting aside of me, grinned and showed their devils glee. It was a great sarcasm for them though it was all my sinking ships in the sea of my ANGELS mind.

Slipping away from all those sarcastic laughs, i asked my angels name.. But she made me disappointing enough to put a spark to the next cracker of laughter in the bus.I asked her name one more time in a politely childish way. I asked again,,, three times ... four times..... It was good enough for thousand times... But she plunged me again into chaos that i reached down-to-earth to decide that i wont entertain any children ever in my life.I tried a chocolate. she took it and again sat simply,giving me a slight sense of gratitude and happiness.

As i am about to reach my home, i set myself ready to step down from the bus after giving my ANGEL back to her mother. When i stood for a while to drop myself down from the bus, i asked her name once again to her mother. She conveyed something to my ANGEL as my angel happily showed her fluttering hands on me in response... ohhhhh my god.....ANGEL....

I slumped down from the bus and  just stood for a while as the bus passed... My angel is still smile-fully  fluttering at me... But she don't talk to me, and she don't hear me.... Her mother waved her hands and conveyed few gestures to pole her vote of thanks...And she added one more gesture which made my cheeks wet..   Actually, my ANGEL could never talk to anybody... and she could never hear anybody....


  

THE GIRL WHO CRIED..

 I was knowing that was divine. An auspicious mix between the exudates of her mom and dad. The venue is a cavity about ten centimeter. Now i could see some threads , where untwining, segregating  independently and rejoined at last, i think they used to call them as chromosomes. Anyway , some beautiful threads among them which are ready to define her gender are visible like similar ones. How sweat you honey,,, ...... You will be the most beautiful girl on earth. i prayed out unknowingly with a gasp.                        

One of my challenging task on her is completed by myself with at most care. May be i being called as her father and mother but actually and absolutely not. May be they will guide her to me by pointing upon a church, temple or a mosque till she knows i am , the origin and annihilation built with all the wealth of infinite.                        

I went close to her and whispered as previous." Hey sweety, am sending you to the earth. - the actual heaven where i made people who can make you smile. Some of them will be more close to you as your family. Someone will complement you on time  and you will get paired up. Then i will again send others to love you and to look after you in your old age after your absolute union with that someone". After listening to my whisper, she took her ears off from me and went for getting nourishment from her mother.                        

WHAT.....???? Whats happening??? I listened carefully by getting into her soul. Now i can hear some  doctors voice from outside.  OHHHHH... Jerk off... Something is coming to her, clipped on her and i suddenly withdrew myself from her body after  for seeing longer.                        

 Surgical equipments directed by well- educated doctors are playing their role systematically and mechanically. How damn??? They are striking her, squeezing her and about to kill her. She cried , cried, and cried,and asked " Hi, mom; why are you simply obeying to kill me?  s there anything wrong with me?? I ma also beautiful like you,  please mom.... Give me a chance to love you. Don't you wanna know how much i have waited to sleep on your  side??? How dare you can eject out your breast milk simply without my affectionate lips??? please mom,, please,, allow me to live....                        

 "Hi dad... Three months i have waited to breath the same air as yours.. The first lesson of music i want to learn is your rhythmical heart beat by lying beside , keeping ears close to your warmed bare chest.. Don't you have the tender affection to kiss me??? Don't you wanna feel my love??? Please dad; don't kill me....... "                        

 "Hey... you;my family. i know ,you are so tired by searching one good name for me.. Don't you wanna play with me.. ??? I can't imagine the forthcoming festival-spots without you. Haven't you brought a toy-shop for me??  please... please.... Help me out safely..... "                        

: "Hi, the holy mother, earth.. How stupid you are??? Will you hate to have my footprints on you???                        

 Hmmmmmm..... aaahhhhhh...... There is dark now... having no reason.....                        

 I can see the spark ; which changed as  a flame. and washes way the darkness. she appeared with her childish smile by hiding her tears and sorrows. the only thing i can tell her that is SORRY. Then what else i can??? How should i face her??? What should i tell her??                        

NOTHING....                        

I just hold her hands with my flooded eyes, and embraced  her with all the affectionate feelings in this world and said " Sorry dear; you are mine. and i do promise that i will not give you to anyone; Some things are better left forgotten right????