Wednesdays were always special for the boy who lived in the small house in the lane by the big bungalow. He would wear his favourite white uniform, freshly laundered and ironed stiff by his doting mother who took care of him all by herself.
His father had abandoned his family and left for the city, leaving his young wife and the boy who was still a baby suckling at his mother’s breast for the nectar that would sustain the life force within him. The world was cruel and snobbish to a poor woman who neither had a man in her life nor enough money to ask the world to go to hell and leave her alone.
The boy grew up watching his mother do odd jobs in the day and entertaining strange men at night who at times hurt her and left her crying. Innocence left him early as he realized what and why his mother did the things she did. A strange determination fed his days as he looked out for ways to earn money and support his mother who was feverish and coughing up blood regularly.
When the kaka he used to wave at everyday called him over to his pawn shop one Wednesday and told him that he was made for big things and that his calling was elsewhere and not in the white uniform or the satchel he carried to school everyday, the boy stood confused yet amazed at the idea that he was cut out for bigger things in life.
The choices the boy made changed his destiny. Though white was still his favourite colour he could still see the bloodstains of those innocents whose life he had taken. One conversation and one decision spurred by the greed to make some quick money was all it took to change his life forever. When he thought about the consequences of his actions, he regretted but deep within himself the boy knew no amount of regret would undo his actions or cleanse his hands off the blood of scores of innocent lives that had been slaughtered because of him.
This post is based on a prompt over at WriteTribe
It’s sad that the hard choices we have to make to get out of our situations. And the worst part is the people who utilises those situations …. like the kaka here…
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Aah! They say we are our choices! Sad that he chose that!!
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Sad that he made his choices without giving it a second thought…. it would have saved him from being so guilty later on…
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N thus she is back with a bang! U know when I read the post title I had some other boy in mind
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And I think I know the boy you have in mind ๐
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He was made for bigger things…and then you completely took me by surprise with what that was! Splendid how you dealt with the prompt! Loved it!
Isn’t it true Aditi… with see words and the lure of money, people think they can make other people do whatever they want….. :/
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Poor boy! robbed of his innocence .There will be many ‘kakas’ in this world. May this tribe dwindle. and when the boy realized his mistake it\s too late. nice take on the pic prompt. and Bhavya, you are back with a bang.
Thanks Kalpana…. I missed writing and being with you all!
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Yikes. I wasn’t expecting this. Sad but realistic.
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So that long wait is over. Finally you are back with a bang. Nice post I must say. Thought it would end on another note.
Sad indeed that he had to make such choices. Sometimes, life just draws us at a point where there is no return.
Nice story for the prompt, Bhavya. Welcome back!
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I was surprised by the ending. It was eerie. How a wrong choice can change our lives forever !
Was not expecting the twist at the end. Sad the influences the boy had in his life.
Often is the case with humans. In our desperation to prove to the world or someone else, we get lost in our own ways. Until it is too late to return..
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Yes, Bhavya, we must certainly watch over what influences our children. A very, very poignant story.
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well narrated ,it feels as watching a hindi movie of 70’s
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Your writing is always surprise . . . Takes us places we do not expect.
You have so much talent.
Nice take on the prompt.
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Sometimes people make hard choices in the name of survival and to keep from starving and a roof overhead. Sad and all too realistic. รขโขยฅ
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Whew.. That was quite a story.. Sad and so real.
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The fact that its real makes the whole thing sadder….