Wednesday 26 September 2012

I Quit


                                                                Sun penetrating the dense clouds lit millions of houses spread across the City and Ananya’s house is no different. The rays peeped into the house through a stylish window made of solid wood located at the tenth floor in one of the most prestigious apartments in the City. The feeble light into the room displayed a man sleeping like an animal on his luxurious couch and a woman sitting with her face hid on the corner of the room. The woman had bruises all over her body. She had scratches all over her hands, a couple of scars on her face, a couple of cigar marks on her body and blood bleeding from her mouth which contributed the majority for her red-turned white top.

                                                                Ananya placed herself on the corner of the room where both walls intersected. She sat resting her back on the wall with her face hid and held down facing the floor. A beam of light hit Ananya’s face as the room door opened up and a kid ran towards Ananya.

“Mummy, did dad hit you yesterday as well?” asked the little girl with an innocent face in a tender voice.

“Yes baby, dad will be okay one day and I am waiting for it. Come let’s get ready for school”, said Ananya while the tears rolled down from her eyes.

Ananya helped her child bath, cooked food for her child, helped her eat breakfast, dressed her up for her school and sent her off to school in her school bus.  
Coming home back, she stood in front of the mirror to have a look at everything that her husband had done to her and moved on to deal with all her routines. She assisted her husband in all that he wanted in order for him to make a successful depart from the house to his office.
Ananya’s face looked always fictious. She always wore a cute, broad smile that always helped fetch other’s affinity for her. She emerged so happy for other’s eyes. She always wore a full-sleeve top so as to keep all her bruise away from other’s vision.
The clock ticked quarter to three and Ananya was eyeing for her eight year old daughter who had gone to school much earlier. The door-bell rang and as soon as Ananya opened the door, her daughter ran towards her little cute bedroom and started crying. Ananya was so puzzled and took the bag from the cab driver who helped her daughter and headed for her daughter’s bed room closing the door.

“What happened my cute little Barbie”, asked Ananya in an anxious voice.

“Mum, we usually bull each other in the class room but today Pragathi hit me hard and I got hurt”, complained the little angel to her mom.

“Do not worry my little darling we will inform your class teacher about this”, told the mom to convince the little bud.

“No mummy, we will leave this mummy. I will take this mum no problem”, told the wee in a melancholic voice.

“No baby, we are not born to take all this. We should fight for all this. We should not let it prevail and creep upon us baby. We will complain this to your class teacher and will sort the issue out”, told Ananya in a very caring voice and hugged her daughter so tight.

“Mom if that was the case so why do you still want to stand dad for all that he is doing to you. You are not complaining anybody of this. Shall I complain this to your class teacher? Or Shall I complain this to your mom so that she will take some action?”  asked the little cutie in a very tender and innocent tone.


Ananya after hearing all these from her daughter hugged her tight and started crying as if she is going to cry for one last time of her life. She poured out all that she had and kissed her baby fully. She took her in her arms and decided to leave her husband.  

“Baby you are my eye-opener and this is the last time I am going to cry in my life time. We will go else-where and live happily. We never need dad of this sort baby. I will look after you like my god. We will get away baby”, told Ananya in a bold tone.



14 comments:

  1. Short and heart touching story..Mental health is very important to child than any other things.any one can sort out ur problems.."we are not born to take all this.we should not let it prevail and creep on us baby.." These line are really superbda.Again good effort from you da..advance wishes to become the best writer da.

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  2. Lovd the way you've imagined. can feel the lil one's innocence! My umpteen likes

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    1. nandri :) :) :) thanks fr ur support and need it till end :) :)

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    1. nandri d... sonna udane padichu reviews kuduthathukku nandri :) :) :)

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  4. Nan kooda blog eluthurathaye quit panitanu ninaichen :)

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    1. en da ipdi?!?!? eluthurathu pidikala na solliru macha :P :P :P

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  5. dae mams !! ossom da !! i use to wonder abt creative minds :) now i got it !! u r a lefty n ?!! haha :D so, u shud probably hav a creative mind da :) i am goin to add ur pic in my album my inspirations :) where i have added JK Rowling :) u really deserve to be honoured so :) such a sweet story da this one :) love it :) again u get 8 stars ******** :)

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    1. macha nee en da epome vaanguna kaasukku pesama adhigamaaave pesura :P :P dei inspiration picture add panrathellam over macha... en da ipsilam pesura... deiii..... Thanks for ur support da...

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  6. Great job Gokul.. Very heart touhing..

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  7. children often inspire us when we lack courage....a beautiful story....

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