The Flame

The flame of the candle lays shimmering and dancing in the darkness. It gives of a light that momentarily lights the eyes of her. She stares blankly into the flame. It flickers in the darkness and her eyes are fixed on its shimmer. Life hasn't been very kind to her. The war broke out few years ago and all it did was destruction and chaos. She still recalls the days of her teens when she dreamt and planned her future. It was a future drawn from the depth of her heart, cololured and painted by her expectations and hope. She was the artist of her future yet the war had its own form of art destined for her. The picture was indeed now in monochrome. She remembers how her little son would be terrified to go to school. He would sit in the dark corners of her home. He would be scared and frightened of even the thought of being even slightlly out of sight of his mother. Yet one day he was taken away. She was not the only mother who silently lamented the pain of a lost child. Many others were out there who had to suffer the same fate. The war snatched the children away, distant, far away from their mothers and fathers. They disappeared into the unknown, leaving wounds of pain that never cured. Her husband once made a promised that he would never leave her. One day he left to get food for her despite her plea not to go out as war was at its peak. All that remains in her memory now is the sound of the door closing as he left. That is the only memory that lives in her about him. Later he was found amidst the blood stained soil of a near by alley. She had lost her life yet she had survived. She had survived the worst pains in her life. what else could she endure? No love, no hope and no dreams. Her eyes began to wet and her knees lost its strength. She fell down to the ground..right front of the candle. Her tears rolling down her eyes. She looked at the flame. The flame that flickers in the darkness. She watched it as it danced. Her life was right front of her eyes. She realized how fickle, fragile and uncertain her life is, it was as similar to the flame of this candle. She wept was lost in a world of her own pain. A loud thud at the door awakened her from her world of woes. She knew something was wrong. The thud echoed rang all alarms of danger in the air. She had no choice. No place to run away. She stood up in fear as she walked to the door. She gave a glance at the candle as she strengthed her mind to open the door. She placed her shivering fearful fingers on the door.
The flame burned out.

A short film with very long credits

Honestly, I have no idea how some one could ever come up with an idea as great as this! Thanks to these movies I probably read the credits for the very first time. This is true art and truly inspiring. I think they just invented a new genre of films, which I may wish to call it as "very short films with long credits". The credits are equally amusing and entertaining. These movies must be awarded for their novelty and creativity. If I were describe this work of art in two words they would be "Short and Brilliant" 

She is

She is

I walked out towards the window and was watching the activity that started to spring up at the house next door. She is a little girl..maybe some where around 12 years old running around, smiling, playing with her little brother and  cousins who have arrived to her little home. There are many strangers around her home this time.. yet..she neither her little brother are worried..they play.. its their world after all..

Since this family moved into this home..I think 6 years ago.. they have always been silent..at day time that is..never have I seen this amount of activity and people in this home. Yet in the night I do hear the noise of a man..who screeches under his throat..attacking some one with a barrage of unkind words..and then he goes on until the words turn into fists that thunder into the walls (presumably, thats how I hear it).. mixed with anguish cries of a little girl and a boy...

So he was the father who makes his voice heard and might felt at those who are the victims on those strident nights ... makes it clear that he is the boss.. yet again... in the morning the home is as calm as the early morning sea..but the girl and the boy were smiling in the morning,,and they played. This happens quite often..it had been happening..but...

There is a difference today.... the girl and the boy are still playing..probably lost in their own worlds..her father is not shouting at them today..he is lying there on a bed..covered by white cloth... silently..watching them..with his eyes closed.. he isn't making his voice heard this time around.. he rests there..while these two continuously play...

Some people say this was coming at him..for his doings.. I don't know about that...what ever it may be there is one thing that is certain in this uncertain world for me now.. which she may not understand...or maybe she does,,,i cannot comment..they say she is small and cannot comprehend..i wonder...could she be happy? i have no answer yet...

a girl just lost her father... and the father has lost his daughter.. thats the way life is.. you are there now..and the next minute your gone.. its the law.. and no one escapes....

The man who reached the summit

The man who reached the summit

He lived by a hill. He wanted to climb the hill from his young days and one day he decided to reach the summit.

He left on a faithful morning one day, the path he took was rigorous, the path was full of obstacles and he triumphed them one by one.

He met two people on his way. They warned him not to take this path. They told him that the path would lead him only to darkness. He thought for a moment. Maybe what they say is true. i should stop he thought. And he remembered what he wanted, he decided to set on journey again. They scoffed, ridiculed and laughed at him. But He didn't listen to them. He continued...

The bright clear sky which appeared to be blessing to him suddenly seemed to be jealous of his journey and it changed drastically showering torrential rain, the wind whirled and uprooted the trees.

on these difficult conditions many would have faulted. but he didn't. he continued the journey. and yes he did, he did reach the summit. He was above them all. He was proud. he was happy. He sat beneath a tree of fruits. he tasted them. He was enjoying them.

He noticed two people who were looking at him and he recognized them. They were below him. He was above them, above them all. They looked at him and scoffed, ridiculed, laughed. He heard them and he did listen to them. He thought for him self that he was greater than them, he wondered what right they had to laugh at him!?? He was angry, infuriated! He stood and moved out of the shade of the tree. He threw stones at them. They laughed even louder...

He decided to run towards them downhill. He eventually did it! . He ran downhill. He appeared like a raged bull. He ran downhill in full throttle, His leg tripped.. he was thrown out of balance, he fell.. he fell of the summit,, and they watched him fall... collapse right front of them....his thundering plunge echoed throughout the vast stretches and distances.

And then it was a moment of silence... They smiled..