The Silent Roars

A black-edged sapphire shaded butterfly was taking rest on my pointed nose as I opened my eyes listening to the morning chirps of sparrows. I guess it was trying to suck the nectar because its sting kept tickling me, made me shook my head and it flew away. I could see the striking colours of the sunrise through the rusted window beside me and my body is shaded with its golden rays. It was refreshing and beautiful. I stepped out of our tiny hut after getting a morning hug from my amma to give breakfast to my appa. Though I see everything daily for 8 years, I fall in love with my village again for its serene. As usual, I crossed all other 17 concrete houses and 25 huts, fought with the old lady sitting on the way to the river, teased the girls who hid under the water after seeing me, imitated the aunties’ carrying their pots on heads and entered into the green land. The natural breeze was touching each part of my skin as I enter into the fields. A basket in one hand and a stick

It's a chotu silent roar from another soul. As usual, I was lying half-dead under the sheets, enjoying yet another weekend. The pink sky, yellow birds, a blue road and we four friends going on a weekend trip by cycle having four wheels. The retro songs of friendship and breakup songs of Arijit, were continuously running on our lips as we go on and on. Suddenly, there was a magnified body of our boss screaming the word deadline followed by a dominating huge mobile, raucously cackling the Redmi note ringtone, opened my eyes. Uff! It’s just a dream. I observed the clucking roars haven’t stopped yet. so I stretched myself to take my phone. Your name. Your name on the call woke me up completely. The tiny old me from inside started to pump again when I heard your husky voice after a very long time. That voice of yours pulled me back to the beginnings. I remembered those mornings waiting in the corridor to see you for a few seconds. My sweaty hands on the railing, eyes in a ra

The day is finally here and the crossings on this aberrant paper made my packing easier. The checklists are indeed fun, as she said. Now, it’s time for me to look presentable. After all, I am going to witness that beautiful smile after 7 months. It’s half past 6 in the morning and these 4 lazy bums are still sticking to their bedsheets. Well, I don’t care because it’s my day. I am all prepared in my pale white shirt and black pants, gleaming black sandals that were hidden in the trunk since ages and a gold ring waiting to be on her finger. “Where are you going?”, a sound from the floor came with a morning sneeze on a dozy roommate’s face out of curiosity. “To meet my love,” I told him and left blushing. It took 6 hours in reaching the road that leads to our home. From those travel journey with a crying baby in a honking bus to the fields that crossed along in the train, from the hustling crowd in the railway station to the friendly auto drive from the station, all the memories w

The hustling bustling white marble floor, filled with panicked staff living in a frenzy mode waiting for the official announcement so that we can work from home in this quarantine. Every single face around me look so crackled with many questions in their brains and I am here, eagerly waiting for the office buzzer to ring so that I can disappear from this place. I wish my cubical had a secret door to directly bump into our home.   I was dreaming about you in those red Pokémon night suite dancing on your favorite song, making the dinner table ready with my favorite food, bouncing here and there singing out loud so that I can identify your mood of the day. I open my eyes with a jerk in the auto and smiled at the cute dream. I finally reach home and standing in front of the door. I know you are waiting for me at the other side of the door, to hug me and share what all happened the entire day. I open the door and everything vanished. The excitement of waiting to see you after a t