Hope

Just as Mr. K.M.Soni last escort vehicle left, I noticed a man coughing vigorously because of the smoke and dust that the series of corollas and innovas had left behind. A second glance at that man left a mark in my brain. His physique told a tale that was quite contradictory to the politician who just left.

He was very much a bag of bones and hollow cheeks often rubbing his tired face on the loose sleeves. I can still remember his sunken eyes that told a story of its own-a story of struggle and Satyagraha.  They were magnified so shoddily with the spectacles he wore. Those eyes still held the hope - hope for a change...

Then I noticed the little board he was carrying and the contents it held "Water for Tamilians & safety for Malayalees”.

I was still coming out of the Christmas hangover even though it was past noon. Thanks to my dear Amigos who always ensure that I keep on floating in the dream world for at least 14 hours especially because now I am a free bird with no more court martial at home. And I could not blame them completely; last night was too icy as well.

As I crossed the same place the next day, my eyes still searched for him. I don’t precisely know the reason though. .I found some newspapers, spectacles and a pair of shoes, unattended and shattered.

“Oh my god, what a night it was?! It’s the first time, may be the record low I ever hit. Just now I managed to start my jeep. Horrible! ” I overheard someone.

My wait was meaningless, though digested slowly, mechanically I was walking towards my car.

 Poor guy! Why and for whom?

For the 3.5 million innocents, who will get swept away in their sleep, from earth within no time? Or, was that for the political opportunist, the puppet-show masters?  

 Its getting late for me, miles to go…

 Then, you won the world with AHIMSA but now..?!

I am hoping for a better tomorrow and gearing up; and I have taken good care of the spectacles and the old board placed over side seat.

My journey continues...




Translation: Anju Thomas