Peace


“Who the hell do you think you are? I earn more than you and have a far better work profile”
“Yes, I know. That’s why you fail to be a good mother since all you are interested in is money and career and position and power “
“Yes, I do. So, what. And who are you to pass judgment on me about how good a mother I am. You are never home in any case. It is me who has to take care of everything” “Especially your good for nothing family who just sit there, eat, watch their stupid shows and keep pouring venom from their throats every minute on me”
“Don’t you get them into this”
“Oh yes I will. I so will.” “They are family, everything and I am nothing to you, huh” “Just an overqualified and over smart house maid”
“You are going mad each day. Just stop this nonsense. Don’t create a scene here”
“There is no one here to listen to all this. Since everyone is at home. Busy being happy” “Not dragging their dead drunk husband out of the club who has just spent a fortune on senseless drinks and food”
“Just shut up and get in the car”
“Ha, ha, ha. Just look at you. So weak. Can’t even drive himself home”
“Stop speaking or I will hit you”
“Yeah, won’t be the first time. Will it? “

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Why are these well dressed people shouting and fighting? They have everything. Even that nice big black car with a music system. And look at me. I have nothing. Sleeping for the zillionth time on the porch of this house. That too in this cold Delhi winter night with nothing but this withering piece of cloth which can hardly pass for a blanket. I have not eaten a proper meal in 2 days. The last one was when that kind lady gave me the leftover food. The surface is hard. It is colder than usual today. Oh God. I might even die tonight due to the cold.

But I do remember what my father told me before I left home to seek employment. I have peace. I have no worries. I don’t own anything so I don’t fear losing anything. I have never done a bad thing in my life. Have refrained from alcohol and smoking. I send whatever money I can every month home and my mother is happy because of me. I don’t worry about the future and have nothing to keep me awake at night about my past. Sure the ground is hard and cold. I will never get to eat in those restaurants, shop in the shiny buildings, play with small devices in my hand, and drive a shiny car. I might not even ever get to experience love or get married. Most probably I will die young.

But till that time. My mind is blank. I am happy. I have PEACE. J


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It glittered for a while, and then as if afraid of the piercing eyes gazing intently at it for what seemed like eternity, welcomed the cover of his friend, lover, nemesis. The pupils narrowed in resignation for they had no power over the object that they sought. Mere spectators.
But as ingrained in his master’s human spirit, the eyes did not give up. They started the arduous task of scanning the night sky. Looking for that small flicker. Hope? Or just another illusion that they saw every second. The curse of the eyes. They saw everything .
The star kept glittering, as ardently, as it always has been. For centuries. And for centuries it will . Wondering about its purpose . But no one to tell what it was. An existence serving some unknown master and some grand plan. Important no doubt , or so he thought.
His nemesis , the cloud, smirked at her achievement. Subduing out yet another of the shining objects it hated. She knew her purpose , or thought she knew. Her short existence aimed at eventually annihilating herself for the sake of those eyes which were always looking up at her. She did wonder , why should I? But it was not in her power
. The eyes finally found another dazzling light in the sky. Its potency managing to cut through those menacing clouds. It did what it was supposed to do. His master smiled , the eyes smiled. One more reason I gave for my master’s smile. Smile which was becoming rare. But yet, the hope remained...

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