Wee Fiction #2


“Why are you so kind to me?!”, I asked him. 

He lifted his face to look at me, then smiled and he said, “I should atleast be generous in being kind, isn’t it? Whatelse we have – that is to give genuinely to justify being a supreme species.”

I nodded my head.

“But.. why me?”

“Favour is not about what, but to whom; I think”.

I pulled his hand into mine and said “Thank you!”, that didn’t spell out.

Wee Fiction #1


“I have a short life, I wanna enjoy, live it to the fullest, you see..”, I told him with zealous, “I do not have time for sympathy, empathy and external miseries”. Laughed.

“Alas, an inexplicable humane life seems misplaced on a cheap host.” he mumbled.

“What do you mean?”, I couldn’t avoid turning blue.

“Oh! I meant my dog.” he said.

Profound


It was that one hour just after an hour of swim – where you would feel you want to eat twice your stomach’s capability. I knew, that the lunch I would get in A2B wouldn’t even half settle my hunger then. Nevertheless, I stopped my bike there of scarcity in options on a Sunday. If one wanna go for a swim in mid of a day, one has to plan a little, atleast I need very much. Swim for atleast two hours after food isn’t good for stomach. Food immediately after swim is a craving – body will make one feel that very explicitly. 

Anyway, I got a South Indian meal in A2B. Rested myself at the only available table there and started displacing all the cups – having everything from Salt to pickle, from the plate to the table; to make place for various mixes of taste, color and smell I was about to enjoy. I started, as I always say, to feed my hunger; fingers mixing, hands displacing food from plate to mouth, mouth chewing, mind thinking of what to get next after completing the meal.

“Is anybody coming here?” asked a female voice, pointing at the two chairs opposite to me in the table I was sitting. 

She was carrying. 

“No”, I said, “you can sit.” 

There was another one beside her carrying a plate. They both sat opposite to me, with a North Indian meal. 

“Even you have.. hmm… take..”  She told him.

“No. You have, I will have later..” he refused. 

They both looked to me like a couple who don’t quite come to such hotels unless for a special reason. Simple, ordinary, daily waged Indian class. I presumed, he wanted to get his pregnant wife a special food.

Somewhere in middle of their conversations he said “we should have taken that”, showing my plate, “It has more varieties..”. She tapped him a little firm, asking to pull his hand.

I saw them both, they smiled, I smiled back. He was himself – didn’t hide behind etiquette. 

When she was almost to be done, he asked her, “Whatelse do you want to have?”

“No no, nothing more, this is full”

“No, tell me, I have thirty more rupees, we can spend that..”. For thirty rupees one can’t get much there in A2B, that would make you feel as enough food.
“No, have it for your lunch”, She said. 

They seemed generous for each-other, amidst all deficiencies. I started my bike, remembering about the food I wanted to buy after the meal. 

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Pause & Pass – Feb ’16


I was the only outsider dwelling in the shore in Kodiakkarai (Point Calimere), in that afternoon of Feb 2016. It was a sea shore without waves. Apart from me, there were two other fishermen on a fishing boat stopped at the shore; where they were untying the fishes and other aquatic animals caught on their net.
 
Sea shore without waves; many flocks of seagulls flying around like – kites all tied to a pivot – raising and raising and round and round, finally landing and raising again; wet sand shore holed and carved with architectures of crabs; a fishing boat with two fishermen on it plucking the fish from their net. It sounded to me as a backdrop enacted there just for my presence.
 
I reached to the fishing boat. Just stood there to see what they did; Didn’t talk or near them very close for sometime; they didn’t talk to me either. A young boy and his grandmother(atleast I assumed so).
 
“Can I take a photo of you two?”, I asked.
 
Grandma looked at me, then his grandson.
 
“No, don’t take”, boy denied without looking at me.
 
“Why?”
 
“No, don’t take”, he denied again.
 
“ok, I won’t”, I respected their refusal. Didn’t picture them.
 
But it affected me thought, not because I was refused.
 
I somehow felt that, he denied and acted to me like that because he was not happy to be captured by a well fed someone and who are not bother of his life at stake for his daily needs; like How a not so happy sibling would deny a sufficiently supplied sibling. Kodiakkarai, if you don’t know, is twenty five kilometers away from Srilanka. Kodiakkarai fishing community is one of many others who are neglected by central government and tortured, boats damaged, sometime shot at, by Srilankan navy.
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Next day, when I was in Pichavaram – chidambaram, second largest marshland in India. People were fishing in rowing boats.
 
“Anna (brother), will they say anything if I picture them?”, I asked the boatman on who’s boat I was in.
 
“No no.. don’t mind to..” he told me and he shouted at them – “hey.. You.. Pose for the photo here…. nobody is going to eat you if you smile…. Show your teeth….”
 
I smilingly took the photo and showed them the thumps up.
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Nature Laughed – A flash fiction.


They were on ravage over buildings, bridges and roads, anything that was built out of cement, bricks and stones. They looked more like a human, only their head (perhaps because of larger brain) and hip-bone was much larger than us – the Homo-Sapiens, and their eyes could see through earth’s curvature. They are the upgraded version of homo-sapiens: “Homo-Meetpans”, I was told. They conversed in an humanly unrecognizable behavior, we shall call it the seventh sense.

No sapiens were concerned, until meetpans lived in jungles, not breaking Sapiens’ cycle of life. Meetpans were confined to a beehive – the Andaman islands, among Sapiens tribes -Jarawa, Great Andamanese, Onge and Sentinelese. Meetpans started biting Sapiens’ life only after they threw stone at former by latter’s usual born habit of cutting trees. Earth started taking new turn – An Habitat for an Habitat. Boastfulness of sapiens was eating mud – they couldn’t stand against meetpans like any other opposing earth’s species. Because, Sapiens couldn’t read meetpans, their foe, in first place. 

Keep your toes off our soil, you will have your hut to live in – was the message meetpans had conveyed sapiens indirectly. But, But.. that was only until they understood sapiens have consumed much of nature from earth, than what was needed. From then on, many sapiens lost homes and livings, sometimes food. Their humongous desires, boiled down to one – survival. No wars, No borders, one race, one country.

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Meetpans ravaged sapiens made structured, as much as they wanted trees, plants, jungles. Need not mention, birds, animals and reptiles grew larger and larger in population. Endangered become sufficiently populated. Polluted air tuned to refreshing. pH of rain water jumped down to zero.

Then on, Seas stayed at shore, rain poured well, ponds and rivers shined with colourlessness. Traditional organic farmers among Sapiens become their demigods. Nature laughed of happiness.