Tears-55Fiction

She cried
She cried more
She got tired
She cried again
And again
She cried louder
She has been crying since she shot him dead an hour ago.
She has been crying all these years
He was her father.
She was crying with pain,
looking into her mother's eyes.
Her mother was holding the gun.

Her-55 Fiction

I saw him killing her brutally.
Her mother cried. 
Her mother's love too cried.
His mother supported him in killing.
His mother's love too supported him, mercilessly.
I was in her womb, for months, 
and now, in her dead body's womb...
I am dead before i could open my eyes.
Because,
Again, I was 'Her'!

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May Mother- 77 Fiction

 Note:- 77  Fiction infers to fictional writings limited to 77 words 


                                               May Mother

                Lakshmi had almost spent entire evening, after her working hours,  to select the finest gift , along with a beautiful colorful greeting card, flowery, printed in English, for her mother, for a special day, Mother's day....
The next day she met her mom and wished her with the gift and a bouquet...

As the time lapsed, Lakshmi left the jail with tears in her eyes, mercilessly ignoring her mother's brutal act of  causing dowry death through kitchen fire .....

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The other day(s)-55 Fictions

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Like any mother, Kaveri loves playing with her one year old son.

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One day, she was helping him to stand and walk

He was unable to relate with her moves.

He was misinterpreting  her directions.

He gave confused expression with a confused smile.

The kid has got no problem but Kaveri has got squint eyes.

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Srinivas was waiting eagerly for his 6th birthday .

Everything was set for the evening occasion.

More guests were invited than he guessed.

He had never seen his mother in such a beautiful attire.

On that day, she had gifted him the most precious thing he could ever imagine.

...............

....

He has a dad now. Step dad. 

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Venkatamma was praying with submissiveness in the temple.

Her heart was dumped with mixed emotions and devotion.

Her husband's heart surgery was set for that day despite their pungent poverty.

That was her last visit to the temple.

She applied tilak on her forehead for the last time.

Next day was her compulsive Conversion into ... 

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Mother's Day, Motherly!

Mother Love. It gets more space in media around May second Sunday. Celebrations, seminars, bouquets, interviews, greetings, blogs, gifts n more. That is a feel good factor indeed. Of course, mother love has been existing in this evolving and uncertain universe, as a most certain thing, since the inception of life.  I had read in many books, magazines and articles about greatness and divinity of mother's love. I had watched and felt it in innumerable Indian movies. Anyway, what is 'Mother Love?'
 

Mother love, to put in a simple way, "The love of a mother towards her children/kids."  Let's say it again, clearly. "The love of a mother towards 'her' children/kids, ONLY her children/kids. Sometimes more love for, and only, her favorite kid among her kids.  Does it mean that mother love is bounded by certain parameters of being Self? Is mother love really altruistic and selfless?

When a mother loves her children, is it the love towards the children or is it the self love? I mean a mother loves her kids only because they are extension of her physical identity or does she really love the person in the kids? If a woman loves her smile, what do we call it, love or self love? In that case whether loving her biological extensions is self love or real love on kids?  I am not saying that self love is a bad thing. Loving one is quite a healthy factor in a person. My question is whether mother's love is all about just an extension of loving oneself/herself?  

When a mother says, "I love my kid", is she loving the 'my' first and the 'kid' next? Is it the 'My' factor makes her to support every act/feature/character of her kids and love everything related to her kid. Is it supporting and loving herself? Does she really love the person in her kids? Does the mother instinct in a woman take over the ability to love the person in her kids? Is mother love motherly?

My intention is not to lessen mother love. It is  a fact that almost all the living creatures are being genetically programmed to love their off-springs and vice versa. Every mother is a  beautiful person  from their children perspective and vice versa. My question is if at all mother's love is so special/unique/eternal/etc, "Can a mother really love her biological kid and a non-biological kid with equal intensity? Isn't the "My" kid syndrome pop up at every instance she showers her love towards 'her' kids?

The most striking feature in mother's love is the ability of a mother to sacrifice anything for her kids. Sometimes she can go to any extent to serve her child needs and security. This trait is present in every living being. Is Mother love one more instinct/trait or love? 

Mother love, most often, is defined as the only self less love where the person loving you loves you irrespective of whether you love her back or not. Is this something that a mother loves 'herself' in the kids and hence no expectations, only sacrifices?  Is it ‘My’ kid syndrome??

Contrary to this syndrome, we have many such instances in nature, where animals of one species feeding offspring of another species. I call such love as mother love, in fact, motherly mother love . It can be offered to anyone by anyone in this world. Indeed it do deserves celebrations and honors in a much higher level than the invisible Dog God.
You may doubt if i know what love is. May be i don't, because there are as many perceptions of love as the number of persons want to define it.

Finally.....self love, instincts, love, selfishness.....these are just names from different interpretations to one eternal and ever evolving-consummate-unadulterated-basic-essential-crucial-necessary-affectionate emotion of every creature's life called "Mother Love".

Irrespective of the above logic, my foremost intention is to raise a much relevant and substantial question to rake an honest answer within us.

"Do we love our mother just because she is our natural/biological mom by chance or do we really love her for the person she is?"

Had the 'My' mom syndrome peeped into your motherly mother love anytime? Am i blowing an invisible balloon? I guess for all these quite out of the box interpretative analysis, the only solution is  ....

"When logic stops, love starts....."
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"I love my mom, because she is more than love to me"












 P.S:  This is my entry for Blogadda’s ” WRITE A TRIBUTE TO YOUR MOM “contest on  account of Mother’s day..

Best mom
Of the world

Mother - 55 Fiction

 Note:- 55 Fiction infers to fictional writings bounded to a maximum of fifty-five words.

Mother

Saraswathi has been eagerly and anxiously awaiting for her mother from village, since yesterday...

Today will be the most significant and crucial day in her entire life...

She is quite tensed and nervous about the results...

But, much before her mother could reach her, she delivered a cute baby girl, at the young age of 13.

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PS:  Saraswathi was married off by her family at age of 11, and was widowed at the age of 13. 

Facts:

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   According to the United Nations, maternal mortality in India (which indicates the number of women dying in childbirth or from pregnant-related causes) is 25 times higher for girls under 15, and two times higher for 15-19-year-olds.
2.  Religion plays a key role in such harmful traditions and practices. Tradition and superstition are further reinforced by necessity
3.  Rural poverty similarly puts pressure on families to transfer the economic cost of a daughter to another family as early as possible.
4. Married girls are generally separated from their immediate families, taken out of school to be "transferred" to her new-husband home, where they are expected to be used as free labor, sex objects and procreative machines. The teenagers health is put at risk. They are much more vulnerable than mature women when it comes to sexually transmitted diseases. 
5. Education and the empowerment of women are, beyond a doubt, two of the best remedies in a largely male-dominated country.
6. May 9 2010 is Mother's Day.

If I were a baby again.

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Searching. This word may remind us Google or a job search . But, for Karthik it differs, impacts, deviates and do matters a lot in many ways. In fact , searching is an essential part of his life, though he doesn't know the spelling yet. May be its a compulsive compulsion for him. Anyways, coming to his life, Karthik has got a best friend, and of course, only friend, namely Saketh. Both, Saketh and Karthik stay together, eat together, play together and sleep together, may be, because both live in the same orphanage, in the same room, by the grace of destiny. Karthik enjoys saketh's company a lot. Karthik feels himself in saketh's presence. He feels gifted and he always thanks god for having Saketh in his life.They have similar interests and passions. They both love cricket and grown up idolising Sachin. They encourage each other and love each other a lot. Incidentally, both share their birthdays on the same day, April 24. They cant imagine life without each other. Karthik loves Saketh more than himself. Coming to Saketh, most of the times he remains silent in deep thoughts which makes Karthik to raise the doubt, " What does Saketh think always???". This question keeps on haunting Karthik , and unknowingly , he feels insecure too. Many a times Karthik asked saketh . "What do u always think , Saketh?", but Saketh never answered and instead he still remained silent. Sometimes, Saketh's silence makes Karthik scared, irritated, annoyed and frustrated .

Gradually, Karthik is habituated to saketh's silence . But,Karthik use to convince himself by guessing what Saketh thinks always, by questions like ........  What makes Saketh to go into silent thinking? ....... Does Saketh miss the essence of his mother? .......... Does Saketh think how his mother looks like? .......... Does Saketh try to visualize his mother's looks, smile and attire? ......... Does Saketh miss those warm hugs, lovely kisses, love laps, tender spoon feeds, affectionate looks and caring pats. ? ............ Does Saketh try to imagine how cheerfully his birthday could have been celebrated if his mom is with him? ..... Does Saketh get the doubt whether his mom is alive or not? ....... Does Saketh miss those mischievous and childish acts which can be cherished only by his mom.?........ Does Saketh miss the fun and frolic of being with his mom, always? ......... Does Saketh try to question why his mom left him in a dustbin? .......... Does Saketh think that his mom left him because he is weak and having ugly looks? ......... Does Saketh think, like, "Will my mom ever come back"? .......... Does Saketh feel lonely though he is not alone ? .......... Does Saketh miss his father?.......... Does Saketh miss his brothers and sisters ? ......... Does Saketh miss the golden privilege and exclusiveness of being pampered by his mom? ......... Does Saketh miss those cute, sweet adjectives his mom could have used to describe him? ......... Does Saketh miss the pride feeling of his mom for having him as her son? .......... Does Saketh think whether his mom also feels the same way , somewhere in the world? ............ Does Saketh want to shout and cry for the treatment he gets from the so called civilized society? ............... Does Saketh want freedom from the pain of dejection and isolation? .............. Does Saketh really get these questions? and finally , does Saketh feel that i have too many questions to ask? ..... and so on.

Karthik, though he is much young for his age to analyse other's thoughts, gets these questions almost everyday, whenever he observes saketh's pensive silence. It is not a surprise because whatever the questions he has imagined and asked are actually his questions and his feelings about his mom, and not saketh's. He always lives with that anxiety and enthusiasm whether Saketh too gets such similar thoughts and questions, because Saketh is also an orphan like him .In fact, Karthik expects from saketh to ask him those questions . Karthik wants to share everything about his questions with Saketh. Karthik is very eager and desperate to get listened by his best friend, Saketh. Karthik feels that they both has got good rapport and understanding. Karthik wants to cry whole heartedly to relieve his emotional pain of missing his mom, by hugging his best friend. Though, they have similar wavelengths, frequencies, backgrounds and being best friends, Karthik feels helpless and frustrated, because he knows very well that though Saketh can listen , he wont respond to his feelings and emotions. Its not because Saketh is a silent boy, but, for the reason that Saketh cannot speak. In fact , he never spoke to Karthik till now , and forever he wont, because Saketh don't have life in him. To put it simple,  Saketh is just Karthik's childhood doll donated by some good hearted person on his 3rd birthday. Though he can speak whatever he wants to, with his doll , he feels more painful when he don't get responses from saketh when he is ventilating out his precious, valuable and deeply felt emotional outburst of his life. He is not blaming the doll, nor his mom and nor the society. But, his tiny, tender, little, young, blossoming heart cant bear such emotional volcano for more time. All he has got is compulsive patience and he can, and he will, wait for the right person who can really listen to get his feelings exactly in the right way. He don't have solutions, he has got Questions , more Questions and only Questions.  He is not talking about responsibilities , he wants empathetic natural stimulus. He don't have a choice right now.  Karthik needs compassion , not sympathy. I think being an orphan he is expecting more from this wicked society. This world needs him only to make movies like slumdog millionaire or writing some stories, articles and blogs ..... Sometimes I feel there are only good questions, no good answers. In fact, if he is given a chance to become a baby again, he just wants someone to listen to his Questions. Probably he may get more questions if someone starts listening.  Anyways, till then Karthik , along with his best friend Saketh, will be in his unavoidable, regular and compulsive process of compulsive Searching .....

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55 words # 1

Note:- 55 Fiction infers to fictional writings bounded to a maximum of fifty-five words.

Enough

 

We have seen enough rains and floods.
We have watched enough visuals in news channels regarding the plight of the victims. We have criticized enough, the loopholes of Indian administration and disaster management. We have passed enough comments about the responsibilities of Government. Now, we have enough time to act.
Please, DONATE and Contribute, NOW !!!.

Expressions

 

I was in second standard when i had a peculiar feeling to say those special words to our English teacher. I never concentrated on what she taught in the class, but I used to observe how she taught. Somehow, I had conveyed her those three words when I was in ninth... , "I Love You, Mom ".

Waiting

 

She was waiting for him since fifteen minutes. He was quite handsome and manly. She knew that he would definitely come to talk with her, though it is a public place . Her wait ended as he had approached her and looking into her beautiful eyes, he said in a gentle and mild voice, "Ticket Please... "

Taste of Life

 

He is thinking about his strong and intense desire to taste that drink. Many of his friends have tasted it. He thought about his wife and kids for a while. But, he felt, this is the right time in his life to taste it. So, finally he drank it , the pesticide, Indian farmer's favourite drink.

Writing

 

I was thinking.
I was thinking about my strong desire.
I was thinking about my strong desire to write.
I was thinking about my strong desire to write a topic
I was thinking about my strong desire to write a topic in exactly 55 words.
My thinking did work and I am done with many.