Ckise

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“Hey Sam,
Glad to know youu’ve achieved it again.. I ‘m proud father. I guess.. this time I want you to become more responsible so am gifting you something special.. how about Ckise , dada’s dear puppy . as you know we had her mother and grand mother..
Stay in touch , keep mailing
Dad ”

Even after separation I was dada’s dear kid.. we lived in a town far away from his. From time to time he kept mailing me and sending me gifts. Each of his gifts had a meaning and they were meant for me and solely me..
But this time dada delayed it.. I thought he would have got stuck with something and couldn’t send. Mean while I kept decorating the new abide for Ckise .. each day I would run back from school with a new idea and would spent hours I thinking I will give her that ,I will take snaps like that and so on.. but one fine morning I was shocked to see dada’s mail

‘’ hey Ckise ,
Hws u ? hws ur sissy Sam??? Both doing well huh? Will meet u both soon
Dad”

I didn’t know what to do . dad’s dear puppy was neither with me nor with me.. probably stuck I somewhere between.. I couldn’t stop my tears.. what would I tell him?
Would come so that I’ve showed my true color at the beginning itself? Would dad stop mailing me sending me gifts? Would he ever talk to me?? I left lump in my throat..
I cant let dad know this.. he gonna be really hurt.. he was so fond of Ckise ..
I realized it was time I got to be responsible I soon drove to the movers who were supposed to bring Ckise..

“sorry ma’m we hav made the delivery at the right address.. you weren’t there so your neighbor mr… he searched the file Fernandez took the delivery.. he said he would hand it you as soon as possible..”

“but I don’t have a neighbour called Fernandez” I said in a desperate tone..

“ma’m don’t you live at 461D , Marrena park Willington ?? “

“No… its Marine park!”

“oh sorry ma’m the sender had wrote the wrong address.. now u may get it from one at marreena park..”
“thank you “

“I must say ma’m . the puppy was a lovely one..”

“I know” .. and I crossed my fingers.

I hurried to a common store and bought a packet of biscuits for Ckise.. I dint even forget to get a bunch of roses for people who had taken of Ckise for so long


“ oh Ms. Samantha I feel so sorry for you. I took the delivery for my neighbor. We have a boy named Sam next door . His father had a coronary attack and they were at the hospital.. He couldn’t recover .. I could hand the puppy yesterday only after the funeral.. the puppy had a tag ’ for you …from dad’ . The boy believes that his dad had send the gift before his departure..”

“but that was my dad’s gift ..” I cried..

“I ‘m sorry miss…. I can’t help you… “

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As I rang the door bell a lady in black dress opened the door and greeted me .Her eyelids were swollen with tears . I saw a boy almost 10 years younger to me with Ckise in his lap.. he was brushing his fingers through her hair… I would have run to her hugged her tightly but I dint…
I saw a man’s photograph with candles lit

“sorry I’m late…” hearing this the lady and the boy cried terribly and he held the puppy close to his heart..

I left the bunch of roses there and walked away realizing God had made the delivery at the right address.

Here am I...(short story)

Here am I, the girl of 22 on whom a lot of controversies happened and still happens, in the top store of a well - built apartment in the heart of town. The sky is blue but the faces round me seem to be as cloudy as it is about to rain but they show no intention to rain or put out their thoughts of a girl and her Oops! Kid [that’s what they call the little part of flesh n blood lying beside me]

“We feel sorry for you young lady, who is alone and have no tracks of her past...” somebody spoke at last as they turned to leave.

“Hmmm” I repeated that sound again for the 8th time that hour cause I had nothing to say or nothing to claim on the little human having his sleep after sucking my blood.

Here am I, the girl of 22 alone in an apartment [the mercy of an old man to a pregnant lady in a town totally unknown to her] watching the busy roads down the apartment lost in thoughts... i know these thoughts can never change my life. But still... What is the purpose of living? What is that it feels to be God? Why do we run from morn to eve? Why do people lie that true love still exists?

The little piece of blood n flesh again woke up and started growling for my blood... He the new guest of world has taken away everything from me ...my parents, my friends, my world and even the me I knew before...I now act foolish n out of memory for him ,who really looks a rat like creature to me

That was me , Ms. brilliant in the high school , Ms. Intelligent in higher secondary and Ms. excellent in collage, with a lot of dreams about future, who fulfilled all day dreams and erased all night mares of her parents with her charming personality and innocent love. But I failed in life. And I realize there are no improvements or re- evaluation in this test. The one and only test. The Life!

That was me the girl of 21, a graduate who set out with her friends to enjoy the last days of their collage in Goa who happened to meet a guy who seemed to be perfect for her in her aspects .The 3 days and 2 nights I spent there is still clear in my memory when all others seemed to have a covering of fog. First the kiss of love... then the action of love and then disappearance of love and now the symbol of love!!!

Soon an old lady dressed in very old fashion; with a face overflowing with sympathy came with a vessel full of a fluid and asked me to drink for the safety of mine and the new born! Though I didn’t care for the safety I had to drink it fully cause she compelled me to do so in a very loving manner... few minutes later a young servant with a doubtful face came. She had a thousand doubts about my past and about the father of the kid! She seemed to spent time with me and had a very good idea about the new world... in short time I expressed my feelings and asked her to bring me some sort poison to kill the creature and set up a life far away from all towns known to me .though she resisted she did my job when I handed her some notes which I had tucked inside my pillows.

In the next hours I fed the baby with great delight because I’ve found a way for him out of this cruel world. Soon the maid came with her eyes she asked me “is it essential?” with no reply I gave the baby a spoon full of that powder. And I pretended to sleep with my hand round d baby .The maid left as she knew what would happen next. But I dint feel like taking my hands away. For the first time ever I opened my eyes to see how my part of blood and flesh look like. He had a round face with slight red lips pursing every now and then in need of some sort of food. He had a small body and his ribs were clearly seen as if it was kept for sectioning in a bio lab. His legs were so small n silky which resembled the petals of a rose flower. His hands were small as well as soft but it kept close for the whole day and he had no intention to open it. I wanted to see whether he had stolen something from my body .but he himself being a robbed piece from my body dint open his hands. My hand soon moved to his chest... I could feel his heart beats... I can compare it to the crests and troughs of a wave but I couldn’t calculate the amplitude as these waves moved very fastly. Then I closed my eyes listening to his breath. It did not seem to be as good as it was. The creature oh no my baby! Was suffering from suffocation and was about to die. He was taking trouble full breaths...

“Help me please.... “I cried for mercy.......

But I could hear no replies... suddenly a thought rushed into my mind.., I am cruel and merciless than all terrorist seen by the world. I’ve killed a little being for my mistakes... I’ve again made a mistake such a brutal mother must not exist. and I replied to that message of my heart[or brain I still doesn’t know who told me that] by ingesting the left part of powder I had on the table beside me.


Now am really lost... all that I can hear is take that take this...what is happening around? Can a soul hear? I never realized that a soul can hear or talk... where’s my kid? He too was dead. Dead people are always together isn’t it? Hmm he would come in a few seconds, wont he?

Suddenly a curtain raised pushing me out of the dead men’s world to the world of reality... I heard somebody calling me a voice about to cry... and there stood to old man and the lady who showed much mercy to me holding something covered in a white cloth..

“We couldn’t save him”. It was a serious food poison. God the almighty have showed his mercy upon you “a doctor said this with his hands tapping on by body showing his sympathy and expressing his apology...

Here am I, the world most cruel and brutal mother. Who is not even eligible for that label ever in life? Who has killed her child for her own sake?

Here am I. Before you to receive any penalty that would let me forgive my self for not letting a baby see the sun set which saw rising that day