Tuesday, November 08, 2005

Between worlds...

Violence begets violence. He knew it. But he didn't care. He fed on it. He could breathe when he was violent. It was like recharging his batteries. There was no moral battle inside of him. It was something he didn't know about. He'd heard about it, seen it on TV and the silver screen. But he didn't care. He did what came naturally to him. And violence was the food he grew up on, on the streets. Survival was not some fancy word used in history text-books, but a way of life for him. He knew that if he had to survive the day, he had to push his way through. He had to fight. He had to be violent. That was his world.
And then, to this world, she came. Like a whiff of fresh air from an open window. She stepped in accidentally to this world. To his world. He didn't know whether to welcome her or to send her away. She explored. She questioned. She was distressed with the way he existed. She wanted to hold his hand and lead him out into the other world. A world not so much violent as his. A world that had happy faces. Of people. The civilized world, she told him. He raised his eye-brows. Civilization? Where was it? They argued. They argued about it at length. But he was tempted. He knew it was going to be difficult. And he knew he might not fit. But he wanted to do it. The very change of heart in him, surprised him. He'd never felt like this before. He'd seen it happening in movies. But this was life as he'd known. And it was happening to him. Should he relent? But what would he get? For that matter, what did he have? He knew only one way of living. He had forgotten how to smile. He didn't know how to talk to people not from his world. She was his only contact.
Was it love? He didn't know. And then, with this thought came fear. Something which he'd not known for a long time. His heart never beat any faster than this before. He knew it was fear. He had feared once, but that was a different kind of fear. That fear was not accompanied by another fear. But this fear had companions. And it troubled him. The fear of loss was supreme to any other fear he'd known in a long time. But then the feeling of hope slowly rose its head higher. Hope that he might not have to be violent anymore. He might not have to play the game of death every other day. He had to change. For her. It was numbing that she could change his feelings in this way. Almost humiliate his soul in this manner, but he pushed those thoughts away.
She waited. For him. For his decision. And then he came and gave her his hand. To go to the new world. There was no looking back now. He was about to throw the gun away when she held his hand.
"If ever this forces you to go back to your world, this will remind me to accompany you."

10 comments:

Prerona said...

no comments. i think i just renounced the written word ... this was just so extremely breathtaking. it will be my story #2 (after the dissapearing sweets)

d4u said...

In "between worlds", I have no "words"!!:)

Ash said...

Wonderful !

GratisGab said...

Good one Phatichar, One of your best.

√úbermaniam said...

Please stop writing about me, so well. :D

Parna said...

lovely!

phatichar said...

pre: arre baba, kitni baar boloon, disappearing kid... :) kidding. Thanx...

d4u: :)

Ash: thx...this is overwhelming...just wrote this as it came, I was actually planning on deleting the post this morning, I thot it was crap.. phew!

gabby: thx dear.. how're you?

daily: About you? Boy, I gotta know you better then... :)

Parna: thx p

KJ said...

Phatichar,

"Between Worlds" leaves me speechless.

Clap Clap Clap.

Have a nice day.

Ajeet said...

Nice story man. Unique style :) (Not that I would know much about styles .. but still)

phatichar said...

kj; :)

ajeet: yeah...there's nothing called style, if u ask me.. do come back..