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Troubled Souls

She walked and walked.Distance seemed diminutive.But,deep within, she had delved into miles of agony that was stocked in the last few days.
Ahmm...a deep sigh.
She could feel the burn in her eyes,the heaviness in her heart..the off-beat rhythm of life was consuming the being in her.
Her legs could not hold her any more.She struggled a step or two and finally gave way to the physical intricacies that conspired with her mental tortures.
She tried to sit,but her body competed hard and pulled her down.
Slowly..slowly..slowly..
Her head touched the ground.The blackness of tar in front of her entered her eyes and filled her vision...

People crowded around her.
"Hey,somebody take her to a hospital."
"Who is this?I haven't seen her before."
"Excuse me,Have you seen the entire population before?",a silent thinker engrossed in his ever silent thoughts.
Looks,glances,gapes,thoughts,counter thoughts.
"Mummy,what happened to her?",tiny Ritika enquired.
The sweetness of the voice travelled through the tired soul.The intensity of the question was beyond reviving her.

Who cared for what happened to her?
"My sorrows die with me..
No more of this world."

She came as a stranger.She left as a stranger.
Tiny Ritika turned back.
"Poor Granny.Where is her Ritika?Will not Ritika be sad if granny does not return?Why is she lying here?"...so many thoughts...not many answers...
A troubled soul,Ritika rubbed her eyes.

Comments

  1. aravindFebruary 10, 2010 at 5:58 PM

    hi nice goin.. n a word about ur gratitude for those following u, 4 me its a great pleasure:):)..

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  2. Farah ZachariahFebruary 12, 2010 at 7:17 PM

    :-) oh!!!thanks..

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  3. archiving meFebruary 12, 2010 at 9:27 PM

    as usual a well- crafted piece. u knw wat i like most abt ur writings? ur efficient way of using words, the right kinds words at the right place and never goin overboard with it. a word of caution or suggestion rather, try different subjects, u wud be able to do with elan:)
    waitin to see more from u. cheerio!

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  4. Farah ZachariahFebruary 15, 2010 at 5:41 PM

    :-) thank u...
    nd abt that valuable piece of advice....i'll surely try new subjects...even i can feel a wisp of monotony in ma writings...will try ...

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  5. aravindFebruary 15, 2010 at 6:31 PM

    hi
    i also do think that you can really do well with other subjects. though i also hope that u will write some more of your rinku, ritika chronicles, i absolutely adore those:):).......

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  6. Farah ZachariahFebruary 16, 2010 at 2:09 PM

    heehhehee...
    (still laughin)....thank u for namin it so....:-)
    other subjects....will try cookin up some...

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  7. aravindFebruary 21, 2010 at 2:16 PM

    yep:)..

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  8. safiyanyFebruary 26, 2010 at 1:47 AM

    good a post!

    loved reading it:)
    gud luck

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  9. Farah ZachariahFebruary 26, 2010 at 7:14 PM

    thank u safiya....

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