A CONVERSATION WITH “BAY OF BENGAL”

a fictional short story about nandini and her relationship with the sea. She is on her solo long drive to her favourite place to seek some answers and erase some inhibitions

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Lush green forests on one side and the vast “Bay of Bengal” on the other , the sun had just risen and the entire sky was painted with faint shades of yellow. The pleasing early morning weather, along with it’s freshness was just perfect for a long ride. The roads were barely full. Nandini slowly increased the volume of the car speakers when her favourite song started playing, “Between the minds” by “Jack Savoretti.” Her favourite song, mesmerizing scenic beauty and a lovely weather, she had got all the necessary ingredients for a solo long drive on Puri- Konark marine drive.

Besides enjoying a blissful long ride, her actual plan was to visit her best- loved place in the whole wide world, just to clear her mind. This place has always attracted her and reawakened her in many unfavourable situations. Whether it was failing in maths in 4th standard or losing her grandfather, or getting frustrated over a relationship, this place had always proven to be a therapy to her. Coming here and spending time with the sea , the winds, has always softened her dilemma and answered all her queries. She tries to unravel the complexities of life in here. It has got some extraordinary mystic power that had always hypnotized her thoughts, her feelings and her soul. She gets instantly captivated by the gigantic sea before she could even realize it. She has been to many beaches on the western and eastern coast of india but nothing could give her the peace and tranquility that of the “Chandrabhaga beach”. Yes, “Chandrabhaga beach”, that was Nandini’s best loved place.

The picturesque journey of the marine drive ended near the single coconut shop at the beach. Nandini folded her blue jeans up to her knees and got down the car. The roar of the sea enthralled her. It was one of the soulful music ever created by god. She turned around and walked through the parking area noticing few visitors. She set her bare feet on to the “still yet sinking” sand and kept walking forward. She paused at a certain point on the beach, where she was satisfied with the view of the sea. Intimidated by the horizon, which was far, far away, Nandini tried to measure the immeasurable mammoth sea. Her heart swelled up with lots and lots of emotions. Emotions of pain and sorrows, emotions of complaints and whines, emotions of fear of uncertainty, and some emotions which were beyond any kind of descriptions. The chilly wind ruffled her hair making it messy, but she did not bothered to straighten them. She was so engrossed with the beauty of the sea that she could barely notice her tears that had already started with their course. Her session with the bay of bengal had already begun.

Nothing could beat the site of the waves crashing on the sea shore. The charm and charisma of the waves seduced Nandini. With each active wave , she felt the call of the sea. She took further steps towards it and each step was marked with one or the other question. Her bare legs touched the sea water. It was cold, very cold. She moved even forward till the point when the water reached her knees. She stopped there and her heart asked “why”. A sudden foamy wave crashed on her making her little wet, but it came with an answer “why not”. Balancing herself, her heart again questioned, “But he is a stranger?”. Another wave came in after some seconds, ” Even you are, to him”. Nandini was shocked by the unusual answers that were coming to her instinctively, after each wave. She again balanced herself and asked, “What if the probability gets wrong for my life? Do i really need it?”. She waited and waited,, and waited. Few minutes went by. A strong wave came and pushed her hard, throwing her at the shore, “The entire world thrives by the sense of probability. The process of birth of a child is nothing but based on a probability and later a success. The existence of life is all about giving and taking chances. And deep down, u want to be complete.” She was shaken by the answer. Lied on the shore, she kept looking towards the passively returning waves.

Nandini was completely drenched with the salty sea water but surprisingly, she was not feeling cold. She stood up with a clear mind and a less troubled heart. Her worries have been washed away by the salty sea water. She could vividly associate her containment with that of Samba’s, son of lord Krishna, who got cured of leprosy at this very beach. She could very well perceive the religious aura of this place. With folded hands and a grateful heart, she bowed down to the sun, to the sea, to the wind, to the beach and it’s spirit.

Few hours went by, before Nandini decided to go back home. She bid goodbye to the sea and started walking towards the parking area. The coconut shop is now open and busy with a bunch of customers. The parking area is now full with vehicles and visitors. She sat inside the car and searched for her phone. There were several miscalls from family and friends. She chose to call back her mother, ” Hi Mom, I think,,,,,I m ready to meet Aditya,,, and i am coming back soon.” And with that conversation, she drove away with the tunes of “come alive” by costi.

THE “JUMBO” TROUBLE

a fictional short story of Shruti and her rendezvous with a new guest in town. The story ends with a strong message, a message to think about

It was the summer of 96. The heat was gradually rising, the plant life slowly losing it’s shine and the rivers had already started to deplete at an inch meal. The blue sky had started to throw traces of vermilion. The television commercials were filled with ads of “Rasna” and “Roohafza”. The tea stalls have been replaced with “Aam panna” and “ice cream” stands. The entire Sundergarh town was gearing up to welcome summer, at it’s best.

Sitting on the fourth bench of the middle column of class 2″D”, Shruti was repeatedly looking at her wrist watch and desperately waiting for the classes to end. She had already read the message scribbled on the blackboard by her class teacher, Mrs Agarwal.                                                     “Summer vacation-25th April to 28th June. happy holidays”.                          Not only Shruti, the entire class was becoming restless to get out of the classroom and get started with the holidays. Few have planned a family trip to Shimla, some have thought of visiting their grandparents at the country side and some rare great souls have already scheduled to complete the entire academic syllabus, not once, not twice but thrice. But Shruti had plans of her own.                                                                                                                          The bags have been packed, the water bottle have been hanged by the neck and the paper chits with “happy holidays” written on it have been made. The roar of excitement was stuck at everybody’s Adam’s apple waiting to set it’s foot outside. Hundreds of eyes were tirelessly looking towards the direction of the school bell and waiting for it’s ring. To everyone’s relief, the bell finally rang and it ranged 2 mins before the scheduled time. The “Vidya Bharati” school which was earlier dead silent, is now awakened with loud happy noises. The entire building is filled with cheerful shrills and thankful cries. A wave of young boys and girls passed through the main gate, the moment it opened. 2 months of fun, 2 months of recreation and enjoyment. It was the ultimate smell of freedom for them. The “happy holidays” chits were unanimously distributed. Such was the innocence that the young generation carried during those times. Amidst all the celebrations and jollifications, Shruti came running by, passing through the huge ocean of merry-making lads. She stopped near the white ambassador car and handed over the bag and water bottle to Ramesh kaka, a 56 year old driver.

“What you carry in your school bag, Shruti beta, stones?” he asked trying to balance the heavy bag.

“Yes kaka, lots of them, now lets go home first”she replied in a hurry. “What’s the rush, don,t you want to meet your friends before the long holidays and wish them” he said looking at a group of her friends. But Shruti was not ready to listen to him. She was in a very different mood today. The celebrations did not interest her, her friends did not interest her today, the only thing that had vividly grasped her mind was, “Mary”, a 2 month old baby elephant, “Mary”.                                                                                “No kaka, not today, i have to go see Mary.” Shruti replied.                                 Without wasting any more time, she quickly opened the back door of the car and sat inside. Ramesh kaka gave a wide smile. He wished her friends instead and started with the return journey to home, to Mary.

It was a couple of nights before when a sudden emergency call made Mr Patnaik, Shruti’s father to go for night patrolling at the middle of the night to Shivpur village. A parade of elephants had entered the village to drink water from the pond. The sudden heat waves had taken a toll on them. Gradually the drinking act turned into fun and frolic game for them. After getting finished with their water play, the elephants started returning to the nearby forest. But a 2 month old female calf failed to get up from the slippery pond. Before the other elephants could help her out, the villagers gathered in large numbers. Out of fear, the entire herd fled to the forest, nowhere to be seen after that. Mr Patnaik, the forest officer of the area, along with some wildlife officials and a veterinary doctor came to Mary’s rescue after some concerned men called him about the unusual incident. After hours of plans and tries, finally she was rescued and brought to the forest campus as per the protocol.

Situated at the outskirts of the town, the Sundergarh forest office campus was spread to a radius of 1 km , both the residential and office quarters combined. Luckily, Shruti’s house was very near to the main head office. The news of a baby elephant had spread like a wildfire at the entire campus. It brought a new sense of life and excitement to the entire area, contrary to what was happening inside Mary’s heart. It was probably her 1st encounter with the human species. She had lost her parents, her own look a likes and now entering into an alien territory. A 2 month old animal brain was processing the entire situation in a very painful manner. She was filled with terror, she was scared and she was angry. Thankfully the wildlife officials were well aware of her thoughts. A small crowd gathered in-front of the white mini truck to witness and welcome the new guest, including Shruti.

“Please maintain some silence, this is not some circus show going on”, few guards said as they came running by to manage the crowd. After proper silence was maintained, the back door of the truck was opened and the entire crowd gasped with a silent “awwww”. A big grey ball like animal has been squeezed to the north-east corner of the vehicle. Mary was unwilling to face the crowd, she had not made up her mind yet. A 92 kg and 3 feet tall calf was shivering with fear. The crowd could sense her agitation and continued with the state of silence.

“Call, Dheeraj Yadav, the mahot” Mr Patnaik ordered after carefully analyzing Mary’s distress.

Dheeraj yadav, a 26 year old elephant tamer jumped to the mini truck with a bunch of well-ripen bananas. And what followed after that was a pure example of how human brain has time and again dominated all other species of the world, how a 50 kg human became the master of a 90 kg animal. This is indeed, a very peculiar thing of being a human.

Few minutes passed by but the conversation between Dheeraj and Mary was still on. Suddenly, at a particular moment, she looked back, back at the crowd, at Mr Patnaik, at the sunlight. Her tiring eyes expressed the pain of losing her loved ones. Dark horizontal lines from the corner of the eyes depicted her emotions. Mary had cried the entire journey. 

“It’s ok, be brave, nobody’s going to hurt you here, come with me”, Dheeraj said while slowly touching her temple. And his words worked like magic. Finally she stood up, ready to face her new life. It might be a success for Dheeraj but for Mary, it was her only option. Not just her only option, but a best one at that moment, the option of survival and survival to the best of her ability.  She started walking out of the truck, fastening her trunk to Dheeraj’s hand.

“Yes, there you go little fella, u did it”, Dheeraj said thankfully. She got down the truck and looked at the crowd with merciful eyes. Her eyes were desperately looking for some reply, for some reactions. Mr Patnaik along with Shruti slowly came near her and touched her head. Shruti’s eyes twinkled. The entire crowd applauded Mary for her courage, for her new life. The cute little tail at the back of her body started wriggling after that. She was relieved, she could let go of her immediate apprehension. 

“so, Shruti beta, have you thought, what will you give Mary to eat today” asked Ramesh kaka while driving back home from school.

Shruti, suddenly returned from her dreamland of Mary to reality. She might have watched the 1977 Bollywood movie “Safed Hathi”, a dozen times on Doordarshan. She had already thought Mary being her safed hathi, her new friend that god had gifted her. It has been only 2 days, but she and Mary have developed quite a decent amount of fondness towards each other. Among the tall people there, Mary would visualize Shruti as the smaller one, just like her, with small hands, small legs and height. They both connected.

“Bananas, kaka, i have already kept a stock of it at home” she replied. 

“Ahh,, i see” with this note, Ramesh kaka entered the car inside the forest campus. Mr Patnaik was standing at the balcony, waiting for his daughter to return home. But Shruti, the moment she got down from the car, she started running towards the direction where Mary was kept.

“wait,, you eat first” Mr Patnaik said, running after her.

The entire town became fond of the baby elephant. The amount of love, care and attention that she received from everyone around there was beyond any measure. But their association continued for only the next 20 days. Mary’s family, the elephant herd, have migrated to the adjacent state and as per the  government protocol, she has to be transfered to Nandankanan zoological park at Bhubaneshwar.

Mary left the town leaving everyone at a very somber state, especially Shruti. Days passed by, months passed by, but she never stopped missing Mary. The only thing that she looked forward to was her annual visit to the Nandankanan zoo, as promised by her father. Such was the beauty of relationship between humans and animals during those times. There was harmony, there was patience and there was acceptance.

More than 20 years have been passed to this incident. Shruti is not that small kid anymore now. She is in her late 20s and a biology teacher by profession. It was a rainy Sunday morning. As per her daily morning ritual, she got up and switched on the television for some NEWS. 

“Breaking news- Electricity department neglect takes 7 elephants lives in Angul district”

Shruti sat with a loud thump. She was shocked for the very fact that  precious lives of 7 elephants gone at one go. Just few days before, she came across a news about elephant killings and missing tusks. These incidents have become unusually frequent in these years. The killings were not only unidirectional, but bidirectional as well. The harmony between man and elephants that had existed earlier, has been lost to a dramatic amount. News of killings of people and destruction of houses & paddy fields by elephants are not uncommon. 

Shruti started analyzing the situation, “We, the humans, have very accurately installed CCTV cameras and high security locks in our houses, have repeatedly acquired lands and buildings to add up to our assets, but we also have become instrumental in depleting the forests, which are the home to thousands of wildlife species. The rapid developmental work, the big industrial projects, the giant manufacturing units which have been installed in these forests, are indeed boon for us, but is undoubtedly serving as a curse for the forest dwellers. And in return, these poor animals have developed a defense mechanism against us.”

Thousands of questions keep coming to her mind, “Is this a development in real, or just a fake sense of progressive approach? How far is this a legitimate work, when thousands of innocent lives are being lost? Why can,t we limit our greed and give a new dimension to our approach? Why can,t conservation of nature be the new developmental project that the world should look forward instead of hovering around being industrially prosperous?”

“Oh again, elephants are dead” sighed Shruti’s mother, sipping her morning cup of coffee. She continued “I think the days are not far when the elephants will soon enter the extinct species list”

This particular statement shocked Shruti. She instantly started imagining a situation in which she is busy teaching her class about the extinct species list. Besides the woolly mammoth, dinosaurs, dodo, stood “an elephant”. Then she realized, the entire animal kingdom is in trouble, the nature is in trouble and the trouble is not tiny, but as big as an elephant, a “Jumbo” trouble.

THE CONTRASTING DESTINY!!!!

A short fiction about two childhood friends. It’s a story about their nature, their dreams and their choices and how it shaped their destiny contrasting each other.

It was “DURGASTAMI”. The 8th day of the Durga Puja, a very auspicious day when “Astra Puja”, the weapons of goddess Durga are worshipped. The sky was clear after the continuous rain in the monsoon and the weather was pleasant. The city had already geared up in a very joyous festive mood. At this backdrop, stood the beautiful artistic pandal at Shashtri Nagar, expressing a replica of Swami Narayana Mandir. The streets were ornamented with grandeur lights. Congregation of people were gathered to have a glimpse of the Puja. Amidst all the commotion, stood the mother of the universe, with grace as pure as ocean pearl, aura as bright as the sun and beauty as authentic as the nature. Multi-limbed, three-eyed and fierce expression, her appearance was splendor. The devotees were praying with intense soul- stirring emotions to liberate their miseries and sufferings. Having the same thoughts and dressed in a white and red Pasapalli saree, entered Kavita.

Her eyes were swollen, lips pale and face narrated the somber state of her mind. It has been couple of days, Rakesh had cancelled the “arranged” engagement. It was a last minute thing. Though Kavita never understood the weird concept of “Arranged Marriage”, but following the herd, she could not say no to an UK based software engineer. This repudiation was not new to her. Few years back she had encountered the exact same situation with Neel. Earlier she was one of the tough kinds, outspoken and smart. But this sudden series of events has given birth to a sense of insecurity in her heart. Now, Kavita could vividly analyse the pain of rejection, the pain of being the unwanted one, the pain of not being the chosen one. This acceptance was becoming very difficult for her, yet she was willfully trying to break the false vanity. She was in despair. An unsatisfied job has even contributed in achieving this state of hopelessness. Inside the pandal, she was constantly questioning herself, “where has she gone wrong?, when does everything fell out of place?,how come all her plans failed?”Tears started flowing down from corners of her eyes with quivering lips. She was pleading to the goddess to give her strength and wisdom to elapse this state of distress. Suddenly she witnessed a familiar face right beside her. A lady dressed elegantly with a red and golden Benarasi sari and accessorized with intricate filigree gold ornaments, was giving an impression of no less than goddess Durga herself. She was her childhood friend, Gitanjali.

Just like her name, Gitanjali was indeed looking like an “offering of song”. Her face was glowing with confidence and radiance. Today’s Gitanjali was a clear contrast to the one that Kavita had known 20 years back. The friendship between Kavita and Gitanjali flourished in a small place called Madhupura. When the former was the daughter of a businessman, the later was the daughter of a priest. Kavita maintained a very elite lifestyle and relished all forms of attention. Despite being an erudite and refined, she was overambitious and exhibited an imperceptible bit of vanity. Whereas Gitanjali could barely imagine living such a life. She would always get awestruck by the beautiful silk dresses and gold jewelries of Kavita. She was ingenious, discreet and demonstrated a rare quality, tolerance. Being average in academics never bothered her, but she was adept at Sanskrit Shlokas and mythology. She was never hungry for any attention, and neither she was getting any.  Both Kavita and Gitanjali were harmonious towards each other. Their friendship continued for many years until kavita’s family shifted to Cuttack, a city well acquainted with better business opportunities. Life got busy after that and they never met, till today.

A wide smile spread across Kavita’s face on seeing her old mate. Gitanjali on the other hand , was busy organising her twin toddlers who were making a nuisance inside the pandal, when her eyes fell on someone who is continuously gazing at her. She stared at Kavita with incredulity. Her best friend who used to be an example of beauty, grace and intelligence is now looking at her with wearisome face, teary eyed and soulless expression. The one who use to define fashion statement is now completely deglamorized. After requesting the old nanny to take care of the twin boys, Gitanjali quickly went up to Kavita and hugged her. But now Kavita’s attention had shifted to the two beautiful kids, plump pink and cute as button. She realised Gitanjali is now married and a mother of two. They both contemplated, time has passed by and there is a lot to catch up.           Gitanjali asked-“such a long time, how are you my dear? what you doing here? you were staying at Mumbai?”                                                                                  To that Kavita replied- “yes, i was, just came to meet my family on holidays”.                                                                                                                                        Gitanjali suggested-” great, then i won,t let u go without visiting my place. It has been ages kavu, i missed u. we have to talk.”                                                       Kavita said-“not only you gitu, i m just delighted to see these two teddy bears. I can,t even tell you how much joy i m filled with after meeting your boys.”                                                                                                                                       With those words, she immediately hugged them, and the kids reciprocated the gesture equally. It was minutes before Kavita found herself sipping hot coffee inside a big mansion. Gitu was indeed, very persuasive. Married to one of the city’s leading neurosurgeon, she has managed to create a home out of a mansion. Her rare inborn qualities had proved instrumental in achieving a blissful married life. Not only that, she is also making a serious effort to preserve the Indian literary tradition by writing books on sanskrit literature, shlokas and organizing workshops on them. Kavita’s heart filled with positivity and gratification when she observed the conversation of the family members. Presently, when the divorce rates in Indian marriages are rising high, intolerance has sipped into every soul and misunderstanding has harnessed the minds, she had set a very landmark example. Kavita realized, not all marriages are doomed, not every family is unfaithful and not all guys are same. And also, not everyone has life like Gitanjali.

When the time for the goodbye came, Kavita blessed the children and said “gitu dear, do you realise what you have got is rare, is divine, cherish it”. Gitanjali replied,”yes, i just try to take one step backward, so that someday i can take many steps ahead.” The reply was perplexing for kavita.                        Again she said-“Kavita, you are the smartest and elegant woman i have seen, you inspire me, you just have to chose your happiness and peace, the right path among all other paths.” Kavita nodded unknowingly. Bidding goodbye, she sat in the ola car. While coming back, her thoughts were travelling through different complexities. She felt a deep void inside her soul, a hollow of bleak emotions. She was scolding herself for becoming overambitious, for being possessed by egotism, for being hungry for attention. She was asking herself,”What have i got at the end?”Her questions had no answers, no explanations.                                                                     “Madam, you have reached your destination”, announced the driver.               “Have I?”, she smirked.                                                                                                             She got down the car and looked around. It was dusk. Everyone was busy decorating their home for the upcoming dussehra but somewhere in all these hustle, she was lost. She entered her room and sat in front of the mirror. She has tasted failure, failures from all diversities of life. It was new to her. Accepting the failure would in turn will be a success for her. Success, the taste of which she was yearning about. She was captivated by thousand wants, numerous desires but was bewildered by the uncertainty of them. Her thoughts were interrupted by a loud message tone. She took a moment to arrange herself before checking the phone. Her eyes widened. It was an email from a leading university of USA accepting her for their Msc program. She has been trying for the program since years now. Her emotions were restrained. She was content but was confused. She speculated, may be this is the start of the answers to her questions. She dressed herself with some colorful clothes. May be, this was the start to bring colors to her life. She removed her gold ornaments. Somehow, they seem very ordinary to her. Dussehra was around the corner, she needs to incorporate victory in her life. She may not get the things that she desires, but she can definitely nourish those that the destiny desires for her. And with this comprehension, she moved ahead to venture with destiny and it’s contrasts. As the saying goes by ,

Sometimes the dreams that come true are the dreams you never even knew you had

alice sebold

THE UNFINISHED TRIP

What was suppose to be a peaceful religious trip for them, resulted in a tragedy stricken evening and it is not going to stop there.

17th of June 2018, Father’s day. It was a casual Sunday afternoon. She was busy flipping through old childhood photographs. “Mom, what’s wrong with me, why did you tie my hair like this in this photo?”, she complained to her mother. Her mother replied while folding the sun-dried clothes, “Why, what’s wrong? You look good!”. As the discussions started to take some pace, her father entered the room and announced, “C’mon, get ready, let’s go to Puri”. It’s been a year since the family had gone for any outing, for any family trip, that is since her father’s heart surgery. Hence, that day the excitement was natural. Keeping the photographs aside, they all got ready in no time and started the journey.

Puri, the land of Lord Jagannath , is one of the sacred places on Earth. Being 61 kms from Bhubaneswar, it was just a 90 minute journey for them. The place is filled with a powerful divine aura, beautiful artistic temples, serene beaches, and not to forget, delicious food. Seated in the back of the car, she was busy chattering with her parents and taking selfies with them. It was a perfect scene of a happy family enjoying their Sunday outing. After an hour of their journey, they were about to reach a crossroad. She saw their car approaching the crossroad  and she even saw a big truck trying to cross the road in full speed. The car driver pressed the brakes. It took her a fraction of second to realize, the accident is inevitable. Defense mechanism set its foot in and she quickly managed to squeeze her head between her legs with the hands, covering the neck. She could not predict the intensity of the accident, but all she could do was to save herself from any mishap, given the reaction time was so less. Everything after that was only sounds, plethora of sounds. Sounds of crashing vehicles, noises of her mom screaming and tires screeching. Her entire body was joggled vigorously inside the car. There was darkness in her mind, numbness in her soul, a feeling she would never wish anyone to experience ever in life. It was death standing in-front and saying hello to them, spreading it’s wings.

Few minutes went by like this, before the car stopped with a sudden jolt. Silence overshadowed the noises. Slowly, she removed her hands from the neck. She could move. She was shaking like a leaf and yet her eyes started searching for her parents. Right beside her, her mother was suffocated out of fear. She saw her mother is alright except some soft tissue injuries. Relieved, she started looking for her father, but where is he?  She started screaming out of sheer panic,”Dad,,dad,,,Oh my God,,where is he!”. He was pushed right behind them at the back of the seat, drenched with blood and unconscious. Coldness started to creep inside her making her almost paralyzed. Her brains refused to do any logical thinking and her heart started beating at an abnormal pace. Within no time, a crowd gathered near them. The rescue operation was initiated. Still paralyzed, she saw people carrying her motionless father out of the car. Strangely, something inside her woke her up from this semi-coma state by commanding, “NO!, get him back,,,get him back,,”.

And a spurt of adrenaline filled her vessels, she jumped out of the car and ran towards her father. Holding him in her arms, all she could see was blood, blood and blood. His head, his eyes, his face and even his clothes, everything covered with blood. She wiped the blood with her mother’s duppatta and looked for any signs of bleeding from ears and nose. There weren’t any. The bleeding was from a 3 inch long laceration on the forehead which had injured a vein. Without wasting any more time, she started screaming at the top of her voice while slapping her dad’s face, “Dad,dad, c’mon get up,,open your eyes, get up,,OPEN YOUR EYES,,,”. And he heard her, he heard her loud and clear, and opened his eyes. A wave of relief enveloped her. She held her mother tightly who just could not stop howling out of fear and horror. “Ambulance, someone please call the ambulance. I can’t find my phone”, she requested to the audience there. Well, not everyone was a part of the audience there, some did came forward to share their pain. How can she ever repay them? She will be forever thankful to those strangers who restored humanity in this unscrupulous world. The ambulance reached accompanied with a loud siren. They all went inside and the door was closed. She turned back to see the broken car, the 1st car their family had bought few years back. It was the last time she was seeing it. It never came back.

One cotton pack down, two cotton packs down, still the bleeding was not ceasing. When in one hand she was trying to stop the bleeding, the other hand was busy making emergency calls. During that time, her father had gained his overall consciousness and was comforted to see everyone is alive. She persuaded him to keep talking anything and to keep the eyes open till they reach the hospital. Aid rushed in the moment the ambulance entered the hospital premises. Preliminary examination done, x-rays done, scanning done, suturing done and the results were not pleasing. Dislodged left shoulder with compound fracture, multiple fractures on face and legs and several soft tissue injuries. Avoiding a surgery is out of question. She had got a faint idea about how the subsequent days are going to be. What was suppose to be a peaceful religious trip for them, resulted in a tragedy stricken evening and it is not going to stop there. Inside the emergency room, she went towards her mother who was getting first aid by a nurse. The lady was tired from all crying and wailing, still streams of tears were flowing down in a silent manner. Hugging each other tightly, they both lamented. Their clothes were soaked with her father’s blood. The fear of possible unfortunate outcomes of the incident had gripped them. “Don’t worry my baby, nothing will happen to any of us, nothing will happen to Dad”, her mother gave her the desired strength, the positivity required at that moment.

The subsequent days witnessed a successful surgery, many post surgical complications and several sleepless nights. Waiting inside the ICU lounge, limping around the hospital to do the paper work and taking care of her Dad was part of her day’s work. Taking care of her mother was her night’s work. Many well-wishers came but few stayed. Few friends reminded her to eat and take medicines. Everytime she sat alone, her mind played around the accident scenes. These were the demons haunting her, making her feel restless. Traveling became a nightmare for her. Like a hawk, she stood with her father and observed him. She waited, waited until he was out of danger, till everything became normal.

Days passed by, days followed by months. She wasn’t behaving like a hawk anymore. It was a Sunday morning, her birthday. She was wearing a new white kurta and casually flipping through old childhood photographs. This time she was not complaining of hairstyles to her mother. She had got no plans for her birthday.

“C’mon, get ready, let’s go to Puri to celebrate your birthday”, her father announced.

Deja-vu struck her hard. All photographs fell from her hands out of shock. “What,, AGAIN,, no Dad, I don’t think I can do this”, she refused.

“If we do not go today, then we may not be able to go anywhere thereafter. Today is the day to face our demons, to face our fear”, he explained. She observed the man. The suturing line on the forehead had started fading, left shoulder had started functioning, eyes are full of confidence, face is full of new dreams and aspirations. “Now, that is where all my strength comes from, that is what I am made of”, she realized. All agreed. The journey started . But this time there was no chattering, no taking selfies. Silence prevailed when they traveled across the crossroad, the landmark of their misery. After a certain point, wheb she saw the “Neelachakra” atop the Jagannath temple, she knew the fate of “THE UNFINISHED TRIP” is coming to an end. 

Standing in front of the “Living god”, “Lord of the universe”, they prayed. “As if one heart surgery was not enough, You wanted me to see You after 2 surgeries, fair enough, if that’s what You wish for”, her father presented his gratitude. She looked into the lord’s round eyes and questioned him,”WHY?” And the only thing she got in reply was beautiful divine smile, a smile that will help her in erasing the past. She replied with a smile,”I know,,THANK YOU”. That is how moving on felt like to her.

This incident taught her many lessons, made her more strong, made her calm and empathetic and made her one step closer to her family. The fear of losing a loved one has made her realize the importance of love and togetherness. Seeing death in-front made her realize the importance of life. Her priorities changed, her goals shifted. But her scars are still healing. It has been 6 months and every time she would sit in a car, she says, “Bhaiya, gaadi dheere chalana. Please.”