Fiction

 Could  she ever feel the same enthusiasm and eagerness  to embrace  her  daughter's new found  moorings in  her life  ? May or may be not.   Renu  had now ample time to fall back upon her raw motherhood when she got wrapped up in the bubble of  her rapturous joy while covering  each milestone of the child's growth. She was subsumed with the fervour and belief that she was the sole architect of her child's  destiny. The time  had lost its count and  was almost merged in the background. She never noticed its soft treading which marched with the ticking clock of  the growing child  who  had implicitly  been freed from the umbilical  bond and was at the threshold of writing  her  own destiny whose blue print  had  already been  laid even before her inception  in her  mother's  womb.   She realised  it  as a big joke to  have...

 The things unseen  often acquire giant proportions. The Nazis turned into  ghouls  and the Holocaust  aroused the  shock  and disgust  of what man made of man  and since then our psyche remains  lodged in the unholy fate of man !  fast forward .  A part of the world in Europe  and Middle East  is floundering.  The  cold blooded  killings of men women and children  in the warfare, their maimed bodies being carried away by the stunned half dead humans  while  some clamouring for a loaf  of  bread or anything to feed their hungry stomachs  presents the horrendous accounts  of  human atrocities. But are we shocked in the same manner ?  perhaps not.  Is  it  our mental cunning  or the deadness of our souls to gaslight our  psyche  to the present shock  in order to retain the past  to exonerate the present! 

  What happened to the time between this moment and those preceding it.  Do  they  exist  or it's an illusion? Could be! But the severe hopelessness denotes something hauntingly  corroding  your  vitals.  Is this  the  fear of the fleeting moments or the lynching past....Where do you stand in all this !