Partition

SHORT FICTION

Lives differ vastly

Whispers. Slow irregular whispers, faint unfamiliar sounds from the other side. That's all. That's all is audible at specific timings. Otherwise, everything seems dizzy, a slow slumber, a certain amount of eerie silence engulfed all around, just plain black silence. And yes, beats.Heartbeats.That’s something which helps to nullify the silence.

Houses burning. Streets aplomb with fire.People crying, running for help from the butchers who, in spite of the area being turned to ashes, double-checking for a sign of life anywhere so that it can also be muted permanently. Aslam waited till the butchers had left and tip-toed into his half-burned house to look for his daughter and wife. They had very little time to flee.

Ruhana could see her father looking around, probably searching for her. She waved from behind the twisted and broken almirah. Aslam came forward, his face sweaty, smeared with ash, and fear-laden. He whispered, crying a bit in agony- ”We need to leave now, we don’t have much time, where is your mother?”

**

Ahishi smiled from the bus window at the garbage-collecting girl gaping widely at her. She had been noticing her for a few days now. She keeps looking on, as school children board the bus to and from the school gate, she just looks on, doesn’t say anything, and on smiling, runs away. Ahishi lets her see, so she doesn’t smile at her, sometimes. It seems to her, she has many things to express, she could feel her eyes getting moist one day when her mother came to receive her from school. She wished she could talk to her, she wished she could listen to her, her sad eyes saddened her a lot. She had a gut feeling that, had circumstances been proper, the garbage collecting girl would have wanted to go to school, learn, and be someone, she wished she could send her to school. The only thing she envied was her freedom. She was free to watch, run, do anything she pleases, but again it’s tough to be on that side she is currently in.

**

Ruhana closed her eyes and tucked her head deep inside her father, seeing the devastation around her. People running around, howling and crying, not knowing where to go. Still, father managed to get them to the railway station, it was their…

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