Sunday, September 4, 2011

A short extract from my unpublished novel-The Little Victims.

I think that stoop shouldered man is walking towards me.Face taut,gait unsteady.Does he have a message from Neha?Why is he looking at me apologetically?Oh no,isn't Neha coming?But no he has nothing to say,he merely looks at me with questioning eyes.What unasked questions hover on his parched lips?What is he trying to say?Speak up you wretchedly miserable man,what ails thee?Have I seen you somewhere?Jog,jog,I am jogging my memory.Yes,I think I saw you yesterday,a nameless face in the crowd.
"Namaste,Sir,"it was the miserable looking man,greeting Sumer."I am Manoj's father,I was here yesterday also but couldn't talk to you"
"Oh,namaste,namaste,I was wondering where I had seen you "
"Sir,what is all this happening,what is this world coming to,is there no justice in this world?Yeh to sarasar anyaya hai,who is going to listen to us?What will become of these innocent kids,what will become of you?"
"Oh,don't worry,everything will be alright,my friends will sort everything out,rest assured"
"Oh no sir,you don't know these people,they can stoop to any length.When will we get rid of this khaki peril?"and the stoop shouldered man walked away,face more taut,gait more unsteady.

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