"Go into yourself. Find out the reason that commands you to write; see whether it has spread its root into the very depths of your heart; confess to yourself whether you would have to die if you were forbidden to write." Rainier Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

Sunday, October 7, 2012

I too have a story to tell

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 32; the thirty-second edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The theme for the month is 'An Untold Story'


When i travel i fall back into this abyss that takes me to this weird place between dream and reality,a place i find myself dangling in, endlessly. Wondering what would be a greater relief,to hold onto or to give up. But then i write. Whether i write to fill up my heart and the vacuum within or whether i write to empty my heart of the clutter inside,that i know not of. I know that I just write.

I write what i see. And many times of what we never see. I write of tales never been heard that i see all around me,and no sir i do not see the faces then. I see 'An Untold Story'.

Masterpieces. They had all always been tragic. Much like Othello,Macbeth,Wuthering Heights or our very own Devdas. Such a tale was written on one nondescript face. Dressed in the fadest colour of blue,sitting by the train tracks. Eyes very much innocent. Skin very much pale. Frown very much justified. Condition very much pregnant.

She had her untold story written all over her face. Probably married when she was too young to think of herself. Probably to a man who at that very moment is drunk and in one of the numerous gutters of the city. Probably too tired to even pacify the child who is hungry,crying and tugging at her pallu. Probably feeling guilty of bringing an another one into this world.

Can i even imagine what her untold story is ! I dare not. Neither i dare to touch numerous ones that has died down without even their voices been heard. The pathos,the dilemma,the guilt is as virgin and untouched as her story. I find myself reading every single line in her deep frowns. Listening intently to every word in her drops of sweat. And then she stands up,and something scares me. That look on her face,it was resolute. But for the first time in my life i couldnt make out whether it was desperation or whether it was courage. One emerging from other,i guess.

She walks towards the rail-tracks. I panic. I could hear the train sounding its whistle,and it was growing louder each second. She takes hold of her child's hand and he allows himself to be dragged..crying and hungry. Meanwhile i was suffering from an attack of paralysis on my car seat as i saw her walking towards the tracks,refusing to even think of what was going in her mind. Every single molecule of my body was shouting "No,dont do it" except for my tongue that had tied itself into a gordian's knot.

Second crawled by painstakingly and i had seen the women walking away form me...towards her end...for ages. Or so it seemed. My hands tightened their grip on the steering wheel and my knuckles paled like raw peaches. Everything in me prepared me for the scene that i was about to register and i braced myself for the mutilation being inflicted on my coward soul. I held my breath when she took her first step on the train-track. My eyes widened,and my throat parched and stuck to my innards for additional support. One step followed another and then one little bit more,and before i knew she had crossed the tracks. I could see her receding figure through the gaps in the coaches of the train passing. Shaken for a moment and beyond,i saw she was going, leaving behind not just a thundering train but an equally strong train of thoughts in my mind.

A second later the railway crossing bridge opens and i drove past with an untold story in me.

photo courtesy  Google


The fellow Blog-a-Tonics who took part in this Blog-a-Ton and links to their respective posts can be checked here. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. Introduced By: BLOGGER NAME, Participation Count: XX
Dr Mandeep Khanuja - I too have a story to tell

11 comments:

Jack said...

Mandeep,

Read both posts. I must see this movie as I seem to have forgotten it. Untold story is so captivating with good ending. Hope to read more from you.

Take care

Megha said...

I must compliment you for the metaphors you have used, I would have to come back to your blog and make a note of these :P Yet another different story, and I am inspired with your quotation..and the banner picture :)

I liked visiting your Blog. I will be here again.. All the best for BAT- 32 :)

Regards,
Megha.

AYUSHI... said...

I am not big enough to comment on this.. I loved this.. :))) All the very best..

Rinaya said...

Loved the way you depicted the scene.You kept the reader hanging on to every word...& am sure am not just the only one who heaved a sigh of relief at the end..

PinkPebbles said...

Agree with Rinaya ! Enthralling descriptions !

Karan Shah said...

what an amazing end...loved it
ATB for BAT :)

Apala Sengupta said...

gripping till the end! nice narration :)

BAT32-Apala

jaish_vats said...

Very intriguing . Enjoyed the read :) good luck for BAT

ARJUN MS said...

Nice one, there was something special till the conclusion, liked it :)

Do visit my blog :)

aativas said...

Gripping narration. For sensitive people, there are innumerable untold stories inside them. Great to know one of those.

Dr Mandeep Khanuja said...

i would have been happy to just thank you all for taking time to read what little i could write. Praises are actually cherry on the cake :) #appreciate it

LinkWithin

Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...