“I was 7, he was 15. Bhaiya used to take me for these long walks by the sea and we had this special scorched rock structure that we used as a pedestal, and we used to give these long speeches about winning an award. He knew his little sister was scared on one such bright day, we both knew our uncle was coming tonight. My mother had prepared his favorite paneer curry, and I was given clear instructions about being in the room unless called. None of us liked him, my brother hated him. He used to have this bad breath and always came too close to us, a little too close.
We heard the doorbell and I rushed back to my room. Bhaiya told me that everything's going to be okay and that he'll be gone by tomorrow. Bhaiya went out and greeted him with a smile while mumma took his bags and prepared tea for him. I heard ruffled laughs through the crack of my door and for some unknown reason, I felt a tear gushing over my tender cheek. I tucked myself in and closed the lights, even darkness was easier for the seven-year-old me than the thought of him calling me out.
Mumma woke me up shortly after I had fallen asleep, it was time for me to come out and have dinner. She told me it's going to be okay. Clinched fists, ruffled breaths, and a scared smile, I went out and greeted him. He asked me to sit on his lap and I did, he gave me those little kisses over my ear and I felt this uncomfortable rush of blood inside me. Bhaiya looked at me, I was looking back at him. We had dinner whilst listening to his war stories, about how brave he was. Sure, we all know what he was.
It was past my bedtime when that happened. The thing that makes me cry, not out of sadness alone but out of happiness. I scored really well in my assessments, and my uncle seemed happy about it. He held my hand and started patting my back, and all of a sudden I was in his arms, and he hugged me tightly. There's something you should know about my brother. He didn't like to be touched a lot by anyone, especially my uncle. He hated his presence and was disgusted by the thought of coming close to his existence. Bhaiya saw him hugging me and all of a sudden I heard his voice near me. He was close, and he asked my uncle to hug him too. "Am I not good enough? I want a hug too, please!", uncle glanced at him and chuckled. I felt a soft release on my wrists as he grabbed bhaiya's back. There I was, standing behind my mother's back, peeping at bhaiya. I saw him smiling as uncle hugged him tightly. I saw him smiling.
That day I realized that my brother will do anything for my safety and comfort and undoubtedly, nothing is purer than seeing someone give up their comfort and safety for the benefit of someone else. I guess that's what family is all about. I'm glad I have a brother like him, I really am. Next morning, I held his hand as we watched our uncle leave. We were relieved, and ready for the sea that missed us on that bright day!”
This one's from the POV(point of view) of a constellation. I've used the imageries that resemble these arrangements in quotes, and below are the constellations I've managed to use while penning down this!
Horologium- Clock Cygnus- Swan Grus - Crane Ursa Minor- Little bear Ursa Major- Big bear Gemini- Twins Lepus- Hare Andromeda- Princess of Ethiopia Fornax- Furnace Orion- Orion, the hunter Leo- Lion Eridanus- River Pisces- Fishes Sagittarius- Archer Sagitta- Arrow Libra- Balance Columba- Dove Corvus- Crow _____________________________________________________
I see you!
“I'm a circumstance, an intention, your future, maybe I am the afterlife, the sequence of life. A disoriented feeling of orderliness, I am what predestination is all about. I observe patterns down there, I'm a constellation staring at a reflection.
I see time travel through the dimensions of a 'clock', every hour, a minute has a minute story to tell. Every second, I second the existence of patterns, I uphold the notion of resemblance.
The Northern beauty, ice-like magnificence, I see 'swans' mingling with 'cranes'. The 'little bear' curious about the 'big bear', I see innocence and an inquisitive smile.
I witness the art of putting the 'twins' back to sleep, something, only a mother can pull off, graciously. I giggle at the twins faking, Not even the 'hare' story could inspire trance.
I see a father dreaming about the 'Princess of Ethiopia', it reminds him of his late wife. In the day, he burns his dream in a 'furnace', at night, 'Orion-The Hunter' hunts down 'lions'.
And then I see you sitting by the 'river', conversing with the 'fishes' about love. I see the 'archer' in you sharpen the 'arrows', And I catch you every night looking back at me.
Ice and fire, there is the 'balance' of life, illusions and fascinations, the magic of life. I send 'doves' down to look good with the black, and I send 'crows' to accompany this life's white.
I'm a constellation, A disoriented feeling of orderliness, I am what predestination is all about. and I observe patterns down there.”
“Dr Priyanka Reddy, a veterinary doctor from Shamshabad in Hyderabad was found dead with her body partially burnt under Chatanpalli bridge in Shadnagar on Thursday morning(28th November 2019). She had worked as a doctor in Kolluru village.
The incident happened on Wednesday night(27th November 2019). She was raped, smothered and then burnt by four men who are said to be hailing from Narayanpet.”
As we're moving into a new year, I wanted to write something about this and hope things get better.
Read it slow, I felt it while writing and I know it's not even close to what the victims of these horrific crimes go through!
“I'm a hushed scream amidst the blares of that car which passed by her last night, tyres of which left an impression on the ground, same as that on her wrists and inner thighs, a memento from her uncle.
I'm a drop of sweat that fell over the metro floor, only to surround myself with three pairs of stranger sneakers shadowing a stiletto. I fall in continuation and it didn't really matter if I was over her cleavage or her nape, they kept staring at me and my only escape was to fall as soon as possible. Yeah we're bound to fall now, I guess.
I'm a nightmare that woke her up last night, unclear thoughts and unimaginable fears of taking that night shift at the call center knocks over her door almost every night now because her best friend's virginity fell prey to some strangers last month.
I'm the worry her parents, siblings and relatives bind in the second and minute hand of the wall-clock. I'm those 23 missed calls from her boyfriend that she missed while enjoying at the office party with her male colleagues who just posted an instagram story, 23 bottles of Bira with a “fucking wild night” tag. She returned safely, made sweet love to her boyfriend, lied to her parents, hushed the worries somewhere in the tick and tock of the clock.
I'm the stream of blood her labrador sensed flowing through the bathroom door, wrists lying helplessly over the edges of the bathtub, her endless rants about how he always came so close without her permission and her silent late night sneak-in yesterday, a pale face and slow crumpled steps.
I'm the ashes from her burnt body that is free now. I fly freely into this open air, still caged by these delayed court hearings and candle marches. I mix with this air that everyone is breathing and now you breathe my pain, my reality.
I'm the dream I dreamt, to save lives and ironically I couldn't even save mine. I hope you save yours, I'm inside you. I'm in this air you're breathing, you're my reality now, don't fail me.
Not dedicated to anyone. Thought of leaving this piece here for whoever it may concern or help.
By trauma dumping in public platforms, I don't refer to people pouring their heart out in miraquill. That's different, here you won't expect someone to read it, people can read something by their own choice but I have experienced this in many platforms like youtube, Facebook where people randomly reply to strangers talking about their completely irrelevant trauma to the actual post which mostly seems like people justifying themselves when no one asked for it. Yes people may be insecure but sharing an unasked info can also ruin someone else's day. Thanks.
@amulyafreelancerr Happy Happy Happy Birthday Baby!!!!!!!!!! Yayyy I'm so happy♥️♥️ I'm so sorry I couldn't do much this time, but here's your first surprise. So the following is a poem in which each stanza is an individual Haiku poem. Also the first letter of each stanza will form a word (like Acrostic) which is a clue to the second surprise. So enjoy!!! I hope you'll love it ♥️