It’s my practice on fiction… Hope you all like it.
There were bubbles following her. A child would love the way it went up and burst out.
Half a bottle was used up.
Many colors of life were seen in a flashback.
Though there was a difference in view, at 3:50 am on February 17 2015.
It was the soap cleaner I drank, the bubbles, for a change came from my mouth. All that happened in the kitchen.
“Faith” I heard a gloomy voice, for I was almost in a blockade.
“Faith, no, what have you done? Maa Faith drank the cleaner solution. Faith why are you doing this to me!!”
My sister, Jeevika loved me more than anyone in this world, and that day I loved myself enough to end up everything, including me.
“Mom I’ve made her puke let’s take her to doctor.” asked Jeevika.
“Yes, but you know right, umm..” mom
“It will be a police case.”
Annoyed, in my lost senses I assure them I’m better, with the soapy throat and food pipe.
Jeevika did not sleep until I did, it was her sister child of 19, who took that step.
But I did not sleep, the flashback still haunted me.
More of which was my dream since the age of 12, to go to Paris on my own earnings.
And the sheer dreadful sights of all the indifferences since I was four, of all those violent slaps and beatings
a child might never deserve.
2:00 PM, FEBRUARY 17 2015
I woke up with my parent’s cold stares that would continue now for lifetime.
Yes understanding each other always had been a challenge.
Have a happy life 🙂