Posted on: Sep 17, '08
The Lost world!!!
Out of the recent happenings like Big Bang Experiment and Delhi Blasts, which shook all of the humanity at large, I have knitted out a story obviously unscripted yet and unheard of, as it is purely a piece of fiction which has just two characters, Sumi and Aadesh.
The story ends with a pain, with a loss of The Lost World!!
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Sumi clad in her most loose and caftan sized nightgown, settled herself slowly on the sofa, letting her body almost pour down and adjust itself with the curves of the sofa which softened themselves slowly with the curves of her body. Her body has recently become rounder and fuller owing to her 21 weeks pregnancy.
She still fondly remembers that day when she got married to Aadesh 2 years back, who had never left her alone and was always there to love and take care of her.
During these two years, she couldn’t recall a single day when Aadesh was ever faraway and unapproachable in spite of his being working in a highly competitive multinational bank, their office in Cannaught Place, one of the polished locations of Delhi.
And now she was piloting bravely a journey with her body changing every other day. Sumi woke up very late in the evening from her afternoon nap, and found herself looking like a clogged milk duct, as she viewed herself in the bathroom mirror.
She was all alone right now in one bedroom flat with a big drawing room where was kept a large cinema sized TV. Aadesh was fiery about the latest gadgets.
She felled suddenly pale with a fear which broke on her face and she looked agitated and anxious as she remembered the recent, one of the most enormous experiments done by the scientists. They recreated the conditions a few moments after the big bang. Two beams of the particles called protons would be fired!!!
With this thought, she felt a pain escaping from her aching bosom, a mild cramp broke through her enormous belly intermittently and her lower abdomen bloated with a lump. She could actually visualise the area of that rare experiment nestled in that labyrinth of tunnels and equipment stretching for miles, the complex has already carrying the feel of a cathedral to science.
The biggest experiment, the hunt getting on the nerves now, for a particle gave the universe its form.
She shivered out of an anxiety of how she would feel when she would be in labour, and if it turns out to be an unassisted one. She soon checked her absurd thought process, nevertheless, it didn’t change her feelings or nor there was any shift in her mood.
Sumi quietly sneaked into the drawing room, and slowly threw herself on the sofa, and found herself suffering from bad swing of moods because of the last night’s fight with Aadesh when she accused him to be ruthless.
Aadesh was away for three days, he was scheduled to be coming today morning, but instead, he waltzed through the door shortly after lunch yesterday. Usually he calls on his way home, but he decided to surprise her. Sweet? Normally, unless you are 21 weeks pregnant and want everything to be planned in advance. So instead of being grateful for his early arrival, Sumi felt annoyed. And Aadesh like always gracefully ignored her bad behaviour.
She dismissed the cliché of blaming Aadesh for getting her into this uncomfortable state by a sudden gush of love for him. A moan slowly escaped through her throat for Aadesh, his lover, his life to be near her. She yearned to see him stretching out his hands to her. She awfully missed him.
She nervously switched swiftly through the channels out of an irritating boredom which seemed to surface around, found herself caught in one of the most popular news channels already reporting about the second blast, which had already taken at ‘M Block’ market at Greater Kailash, one of the busiest places in Delhi on Saturdays as were many shoppers.
She shuddered out of fear when she remembered that Aadesh while leaving for office today had planning to visit one of the markets, considered to one of the busiest junction selling foreign goods. He wanted to have look at some latest I pod launched in the market.
Now it is already 7 PM. The news channels already giving highlights about the last blast which took at 6:15 PM IST time in Ghaffar market. Sumi was straining her mind out to remember the market which Aadesh had planned to go.
Her attention was caught by a man being shown on TV, who stood up right after the blast, on his legs, and Savi was horrified to see actually a torso of a man trembling in air, which had lost his face, his nose and his mouth already contorted now carrying loose edges of skin with drops of blood which constantly dripped on his shirt which was ripped apart from the blast and hanging loosely on his wide chest.
His ripped chest displayed his ribs, torn out of that heavenly lightning which struck him. The deep gashes on his body bleeding profusely glistened like cliffs, deep red in the setting sun, the yellow limbs suspending down, slowly of those glistening cliffs.
Sumi had a strong reminisce now of that news which she inattentively heard, describing in details about a man on the other side of the city and he was knocked out by the force of the blast while he was walking down a street in the sprawling Ghaffar market with a friend. she suddenly felt his description resembled Aadesh’s personality a lot.
A loud deafening noise of hundreds of invisible bayonets, cannons and bombs suddenly opened fire around her and she could feel a sword drunk on the blood of many bumped into her lower bulge. She suddenly emptied herself and like flood waters recede and there it was coiled behind it, a large chunk of a skin which bore the shape and arcing posture of a baby. Sumi wreathed with pain and finally fell motionless in the collapse.
She during her last journey saw herself lying on a naked road in a blood pool, surrounded by crowd of people looking upon her while Aadesh holding her dead motionless body is sobbing like a child whom nothing can console and everyone seems to tell him:
Where is the assassin?
In whose sleeve is hidden the redeeming knife which snatched away so cruelly his life, his Sumi from him, his unborn child?
And in distant, there could be heard a thunder from the skies, covering with clouds ready to weep at this gory show, a thumping sound of a bang could be heard clearly. The devastation of the bang exploded out of the layered earth, showing its first signs of escape.
Aadesh now looked at the sky out of his bedroom window which also looked beaten by love and hate, looked equally mourned, cried out and agitated and aghast as Aadesh was at the question “Is this the way the world ends, not with a bang but a moan.”
Death doesn’t take off as swiftly as the blast, it escapes away in years of life in sadness for The Lost World!!!
Tags: story, mourn, love, bomb blasts, big bang, death
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