Friday, 22 February 2013


The hawker moved his cart calling out to sell bangles...
they were all spread  in a pattern, ranging from bold colours to pretty light ones
noticing a crowd of young women by a flower vendor, he rushed screaming to lure
them purchase bangles - crystal bangles, matching your clothes, bangles which  your hands well,
 bangles for all occasions could be yours a dozen just for ten rupees!!
He slowly noticed the crowd dispersed and circled him, each trying the bangles to fit their hands,
some searched the cart for the colours and designs they wanted..
He thought 'women are such a wonder, they could tirelessly search for what they like
and yet bargain for the same!!
          One of the young women caught his attention, she had a bright skin tone, was patient even while others voices echoed  around her' bhaiya ye kitna hai? green colour hai kya is size mai? ye thoda zada hai? he noticed that her stomach was a bump...she requested her neighbour to move aside and not push her trough the crowd as she was pregnant, may be this added to her patience.
the crowd took sometime to haggle and then started dispersing while the hawker's jaw dropped hearing an unfamiliar sound, it was loud and disastrous, there was a bomb blast!! his eyes winded as the pieces of glass from the bangles pierced his arm, the colour of all bangles looked same, all were red now, painted in blood! before anybody could notice what had happened  it swept them all off...some into death and some into being crippled for life,
         The hawker was at a distance, safe and alive but high with an unbelievable shock that he just witnessed..his thoughts were drawn to the pregnant women, was she safe?? he rushed to the scene where shreds from different bodies were soaked in blood,
shattered  parts of bikes and bicycles and everything in the surroundings, the gory scene depressed him instantly, he found the women after turning around the faces of few bodies..
Would he be able to recognize her as faces looked similar all smeared with blood, then he reached a women lying on her back face partially clear..this was her,wounded but breathing and he made a silent prayer thanking Allah as he rushed her to the ambulance. Staying by her side he managed to make her speak and
reqested the contact details of known she dint have a phone nor did she respond to his question,with tearful eyes he looked at her as she lost her breath,parting with the desire to live!!
The hawker still prays for the peace of her soul everyday during Namaz.

    the Sun and Moon which we face are the same

    the shades of the sky above you and me remain same,
    the Earth which we share is the same,
    the pains and pleasures brought by the seasons are the same,

    the colour of our blood is the same,
    the difference just comes from our thoughts,

    live & let live!

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