Fiction

 So much  has  passed  between this moment  and the preceding  ones. The time takes  away the chunks but leaves the fragments to linger on.  It  were those afternoons when her mother used  to take day time snooze, and  she would slip out quietly  trying  at the same time,  not to wake her mother up which  could  infuriate  her  and she could end up being beaten up  badly.  She   had turned expert in opening the door and closing it after her  without noise. She would  lift the door panel  slightly and push it open without letting it creek.   Outside  the   world opened  to her,  a free world  where she could do what she wanted .The hot summer afternoons were   no hinderance. The bright blazing sky sent waves of  heat  but she was least  bothered. She would explore the entire stretch of the roof coveri...

  It was a sunny day. She could hear imperceptibly the far off  muted sounds of some dog's barking and if she  silenced her buzzing brain she could hear the suffused sounds of birds chirping in the huge trees growing outside her house. The trees had quite aged, it seemed as if they had served their purpose and were waiting for their final call like her old mother who was approaching the century yet  was still far away from the final resolution. She would harp the same tune  everyday "where have  the years  gone, one day I opened my eyes and only after some winks and yawns I have reached this far, when  have I lived where have I ripened and rejoiced and lingered in the abundance of expansive ecstasy ? She would  listen to her moans and grumbles without any response but pass a subdued smile.  She got up silently  somewhat deep in thought, opened the window of her room. The huge trees were standing there. They usually bore fragrance la...