silent cry

The winter wind at its snail’s pace was pinching the whole body like a bow. Even this tumult soul with its torment sound said, “That day even nature was also taking revenge and was showing its horrible scene.

We say those who don’t get anyone against a rainy day, this earth provides them shelter. The same those dried leaves falling on the earth were telling the story of their getting into hot waters. These sarcastic trees without leaves were uttering the tale of having a long face.

At the time of autumn those trees were all in all. In the teeth of seasons of their life they faced heavily showered rain. Today sitting on this roof I was really missing something. At the same time I heard voice of whisperings by some women outside my house. Mrs. Khanna was saying “she was really in a very miserable condition. She is coming towards our street; we shall clear our doubts directly to her.” This conversation between two ladies made me very keen to know about the matter. So I went down and became the part of those two ladies. She was coming with a pale face which was looking like a dried sunflower. She was in hurry to reach us; even she didn’t notice that piece of paper which was also coming with her feet. At last she caught us. Mrs tripathi asked, “hey where were you for last three months? Why you didn’t come to meet us?”  Mrs khanna, “we were waiting for you.”  She replied while clapping, “ae tum mera bot sunega na batao na ae batao na bota na bata na. pata pata vo meri bachha ko le gayi. Yesterday god gave me my baby.He is so bad don’t talk to him. My baby sweet baby. He took him away from me. You know when my baby will grow up, he will come to bring me at home. He will ask me to have an orange, apple and he will give me so many other things. I love orange, but I love home most (this time her voice made a weak sound).” She kept on saying in her Bengali tone. Suddenly she turned her feet’s towards the road side and slowly started moving away from us. Her mouth was still uttering, “My baby will come to me. He will call me maa, no no no; he will call me mom. One  day my munna will come and will bring me at home. There we shall live happily. Ha ha ha happy and gay, happy and gay ,happy and gay……” We three were continuously gazing at her, after few minutes later she vanished from our eyes.

Who was she?

She was mentally disturbed. Yah She was a mad lady. At the prime time of her life she was a charming leady who was an intelligent teacher. People say her husband is a famous physician and now have married to another woman.  It was her bad luck even her husband who promised her to be with her in fair weather and foul left her alone in this selfish world. She was alone, moving here and there in this small colony. Life taught her the way to live happily with a big smile among unhappy people. But today everything was not okay. Her eyes filled with tears were asking numerous questions. No one was there to saw her pathetic condition. No one was there listening to her silent cry.