The doors of the night,
Nudging the day’s lights out.
Blaring horns, the quick steps;
And the rapid flutter of wings.
Clouds lulling the sun to sleep;
The moon raring to glitter.
The remnants of a hot day,
Blown over by the wind’s kiss.
The dark clouds echoing
The stillness of the heart;
Vermilion sky cutting through,
Painting a canvas of hope!
She delivered a judgement of death by hanging for the four accused in front of her and smiled wryly.
She wanted to see them in her chamber. Alone.
When she removed her glasses, and looked at each of them in their eyes, they felt an uneasy chill. When she showed them a photograph of her much younger, their eyes showed terror.
Twenty years back, those hungry wolves had ripped her body apart. She survived. But she was different and did not stay low. She had vowed then to exact revenge on her molesters.
Retribution left her heart leaping with joy.
Looking into the past through the dusty cobwebs of the mind, you see how far the cycle has journeyed. Be it a subtle spin or a somersault, always hang on to it. One of your most cherished memories may be drifting away from you; the turns are not random. The mind is perspicacious – it knows very well what it is doing and by that yardstick, it will lead you to your destination. When that cycle reaches its pinnacle, you will be witness to a most beautiful sight unfolding – your dream turning into reality. You will revel in the beauty of it all and probably be awed by what is happening. At that moment in time, life becomes whole.
When you come to think of it, there is nothing quite like a father-daughter relationship. I cannot vouch for the chemistry the relationship evokes as I have two sons. But when I see my niece and her father together, I envy it but feel extremely happy as well. There’s that inexplicable bond, the invisible pull to it which only a father and daughter can explain and experience. I recently read a short story that captures the beauty of this. The story appears in an anthology – ‘Shades of Life 2: The Love for Colors’ in which yours truly has also been extremely lucky to be a part of.
‘Malligai’ is a story bursting with colors. The best color is of course the one which Selvam and Malligai give out. A relationship is tested the most in the face of adversity. How that test unfolds is what the story is all about. A combination of malligaipoo, kanakambaram, rain and love is something not to be missed at all. With the interesting style used for the narration, there’s plentiful drama of which I’m not going to reveal anything. The writers have done their homework well in using this style.
The characters have been very well drawn that they are perched in the branches of your mind long after you have completed it. The story tells us quite loudly that the people we meet in our lives have a role to play. It doesn’t matter if iis minuscule or large or if it lasts only for a few hours or for the rest of our lives. The role is forever stitched into our hearts – an imprint to carry to our graves.
The imagery is top-notch. Right from start to finish, it gives you a feeling that you are alongside the main characters watching them go through their exasperating ordeal. I think it is very important for a short story to keep the reader engaged throughout and this imagery is one thing that really gets you hooked on to it from the first sentence. At the end of it all, you realize with a smile that true love and true bonding remains taut despite all that life throws at you.
‘Malligai’ is one exciting ride – one which I truly enjoyed taking. A few days back as I saw my niece cuddled with her father, I couldn’t help recalling Malligai and Selvam. That’s the kind of impact the story has had on me. Vinay Leo and Bhavya, kudos for the story you have created together. And I’m giving you a rating of 4 on 5 for this beautiful tale. I leave out one mark because perfection is always a notch higher.
The drums of happiness
At the dawn of a new day;
Dreams ascend towards fruition.
The hum of her favorite tunes
Echoing through her lips.
The respected one summons;
Her pith growled ominously.
Disrobed and monstrously used,
Feeling the prick between legs;
Her wailing sounds suppressed.
She hastened out distraught;
Hopes dented and mutilated,
Her heart’s candle extinguished.
Finding solace in darkness,
She sang her heart’s song;
Disdainful of life’s games.