Fiction

The small girl was going over the wild and huge rocks over a mountain !No body could be seen far and wide.The sun was hot over her head but undaunted she climbed on in her bursting joy of the freedom away from the sights of the elders. Climbing higher and higher she lost the sense of time and place.A little higher she witnessed a group of people they were walking over the sloping mountain side! She got curious and followed them. Their language was different seeing her they called her with their hand looking surprised they wanted to know who she was?meanwhile one lady who was quite big and decked up with huge ear rings and heavy silver bangles burned fire under a stone slab and rolled big and thick roties the aroma was tempting .They offered her a piece but she resisted and suddenly she realised that she was lost.Fear struck her but she did not show it !She rushed downhill.The Sun was no more hot its brightness was waning .She was scared of the strangers above but went on moving downwar...

 Why is it that i cannot rest peaceful without getting the impetus from the world at large? the void is getting wider ,wider to the extent that it may one day swallow my very being! I look back at me in pieces and in flashes not in a continuous stream ...they don't even make a tapestry but a haphazard design of gruesome images which sharpen to the extent that they start piercing the very insides of you if you don't obliterate them by pushing them back into the innermost recesses of your subconscious mind.

 sometimes when i am in my relaxed mood and when i think that my brain is empty i turn towards some old songs but the moment they start playing they pull at my strings  turn me restless and anxious! so i put off the  music and come back to the  sordid affairs which shut off my world of longings!

 why do i need to write? some mentai compulsion or some urge to compete the mental disease of the young age when you are seething with envies and jealousies of the peer group who matter in the literary groups!