Sunday, March 03, 2013

Truth is stranger than fiction

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 37; the thirty-seventh 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 "Truth is stranger than fiction"

"Maa, today I have a strong desire to listen your bed time story," I pestered my mother to narrate me a story. I always remember that my mother used to narrate me stories that happened around her. She used to tell me about the home she visits every day. Every day she came back , she would tell about the woman, her husband and her daughter.
"No, darling! Not today," she replied me.

"Mom..Not fair," I grimaced and continued, "You have to tell me."
"Please understand," she said and added, "I am tired today." She seemed tired. She used to visit every house in the neighbourhood and would accumulate food that she finds. She would get those for me. I could say that I gorge over a variety of food items collected by my mother.
" have to tell me," I got vexed for once.
"You can never understand your mothers plight, darling," she said with a straight face.
"Fine, you will know when I die because of fatigue and tiredness," she said , her voice low.
"Mom..Please don't say that for God sake," I said and continued, "I only have you...I have neither my father’s support nor any relative who would provide me with guidance in case of your absence."
"So you care for me, right?" she asked.
"Yes, maa."
"If it is so, then allow me to take rest," she said. "But maa!" I said and continued, "I only told you what my heart desired."

"Ok. Maa, you sleep," I smiled at my mother.
"Good Night, darling," she said, closing her eyes. I looked at my mother as she slept. She looked like an angel. I wish I could do something to support her. I was being young and I was depended on my mother for all my basic amenities.
I contemplated for a while on ways I could do something to help my mother. I feel unhappy to see her loitering around every house and street in search of food. My eyes turned moist for once. 
"You remember I used to talk about  Brinda." I heard my mother’s voice.
"Maaa...I thought you were asleep," I riposted.
"Can  I sleep after seeing tears on my loved ones eyes? " she asked and said, "A mothers heart is vulnerable and fragile to see her children in distress," she smiled.
"Yes, I do remember her," I said and continued, "You always used to tell me about her life."
"What happened to her, mother?" I curiously asked her.
"Nothing happened!" She replied.

I remember that Brinda used to love a guy. Maa would tell me about that girl. I was so impressed by her narration that my heart would yearn to meet this beautiful girl. It seemed her parents never wanted her to get married to the man she liked. Of course, any parents would think about the betterment of their children. It’s sad that people these days have to be constantly reminded about their responsibilities that they owe towards their loved ones. Unconditional love is special and one cannot forsake their loved ones who have been following you since you were young.
"What happened to Brinda?"  I asked.
"Today, I overheard what she told to her parents," she replied.
Mother said that Brinda was planning to elope with the guy she loved. She was already planning something. It seemed mother was soon turning into an eavesdropper who overheard all that Brinda spoke to her boyfriend. I knew it was inappropriate to intrude into someone’s privacy but she was my mother. I can't explain the goods and bads to her. "But isn't that wrong, mom?" I, like an innocent child asked her.
"It is wrong. How could one think of betraying someone who cared and loved you," she said and asked, "you won't forsake me no, darling?'
I looked into her eyes and said, "Maa, do you really think I would do that."
We remained silent for a while and said, "Mum, you are everything to me."
"How can I hurt you by doing anything of that sort," I smiled at her.
"I trust you, darling!" she replied.
Brinda was a part of our everyday discussion. Mother would not get tired talking about her every day.
"But Ma , you used to tell me that Brinda loved her parents."
"Who never does?" Mother replied.
"Everyone loves their family and at one point of time when you meet someone, you do get blinded by someone's extreme care and love." she added.
"Thats not good , maa," I said.
"I know.." she replied and said, " Love is cruel... and truth is stranger than fiction, darling."
"I am not in a position to even inform her parents about her plans," she said and continued, "How I wish to prevent her from eloping?"
"Mum, I do admit that this society doesn't listen to us," I said and added, "We have a lot to say but they don't listen to us."
"Summers have already started and some people are so cruel that if we knock their doors for thirst , they would shoo us." Mother exhibited a frown as she uttered each word.
"Maa, I want to meet Brinda," I said.
"Okay fine, I will take you with me when I visit homes tomorrow," she smiled and we crashed for the day.
The next morning we woke up early and I got ready.
"Are you ready, darling?" Mother asked me.
"Yes, ma," I smiled.
"Let’s go," she asked. It was the first time I was visiting a region outside my neighbourhood. I was flabbergasted to see the little ones of my community strolling around the gardens and playing with the beautiful kids. I observed a group of society kids playing Cricket.
"Maa, look at that beautiful flower," I said and screamed, "Flamboyant."
"Don't go close to it," she said, pulling me away from the flower.
"These flowers shelter the hazardous green bee's who tend to hurt everyone," she said.
"Do you see that blue building?," she asked.
"Yes, I do see that," I nodded.
Mom told me that Brinda lived in that house with her parents. "Let’s peep," she said to me.
We soon went close to the window from where we could get a clear view of Brinda's room.
"Vishal, I am packing my bags now," Brinda was talking to someone on phone. I assumed that it was her boyfriend whom she loved.
"Yes. My parents would not be home at that could come home to pick me," she told to him.
"Oh she is so bad," I said to my mother.
I derived one thing about her. She was too beautiful. She looked so simple with her long wavy hair and that was enough to mesmerize anyone. I seemed to have fallen for her beauty.
"Maa, she is adorable," I said to my mother to which she smiled at me.
Time passed and we both were dawdling at a nearby garden.  We returned back at 6 pm. We peeped in from the window of their main room.  
"Mom, dad, I guess you were going somewhere," Brinda smiled at their parents.
"Brinda, our plans have been revised at the last minute...we are having a guest at our home at 6," Her father said.
"Yes, we have seen a guy for you,” her parents replied to her in unison.

"Maa..I told you I can't think of anyone except Vishal," she riposted. I could see tears rolling down her cheeks.
The bell rang at 6 pm. "Brinda, I guess our guest has arrived," her mother said and rushed to open the door.
"Wipe your tears," her dad said to her.
"Namaste Aunty!" the guy sought blessings from Brinda's mother. He bend down to touch her feet. It was the traditional way of seeking blessings from elders. He looked as if he belonged to an affluent family. He had a dashing personality. I desperately wanted Brinda to listen to her parents and marry this handsome lad.
"Maa...he is so smart and handsome," I said to my mother.
"Indeed," she replied.
Brinda finally arrived to the main room with a platter containing tea glasses and biscuits for the guest. As she came, her eyes met the eyes of the guest. She dropped the platter and one could witness the broken shards of glass pieces. 
"So how is our selection?" Her parents asked her.
"Vishal..I love you," Brinda hugged the handsome man.
"’s the guy whom she loved," I said, smiling at my mother.
"It’s her boyfriend,” she replied.
"Mom, Dad! I love you," she hugged her parents.
"As I always said, truth is stranger than fiction," my mother said to me.
"Things are changing and people want to see their loved ones happy. Brinda's parents have certainly identified her plight and they have appropriately done the right thing to see her happy,” Maa said and continued, "People are so unpredictable at times."
We both smiled at each other. "Maa, fly....Brinda is coming towards us," I alerted and warned my mother.
"These sparrows can never stop chirping....such an irritating creatures," she said to her parents and closed the window slide.  With a jiffy of a second, we escaped.
"Darling, life is indeed harsh for us. We don't deserve such crude treatments but they can't understand us nor would they understand our chirpings," mother said, exhibiting a sad face.
"We, birds are special," I said and we both flew back to our nest.

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  1. Great post.. never thought it would be some sparrow narrating this story. Great!!

  2. Superb climax...nicely woven..btw when did your reach australia?

    1. Thanks Meow! Yes Australia! don't ask me how!

  3. Yes, indeed birds are special and who doesn't love sparrows :) A lovely story, hope the day comes when all parents would be understanding and yielding as Brinda's parents :)

  4. As your story goes , time is indeed changing. Now a days parents yield a lot more when it come to love marriages . Let the good times prevail :)

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  6. Too Good- the ending was superb - Sparrow's Narration - tht came unexpected.
    Not sure if it is intended- but i cud read a silent msg- on Humans behaviour towards birds. ( in the last line)
    All the Best for BAT

    1. I thought the theme could have been easily guessed.
      I had given a hint someone in the trailing para.

      "Summers are approaching and ..........."

      Thanks Viyoma!

  7. The ending came as quite a twist! And as Viyoma noted, I too felt a twinge at that last part where Brinda shooed away the sparrow from the window. One one hand, it is heartening to see growing understanding between parents and their children, on the other hand, we humans are still as insensitive as ever when it comes to our interactions with animals.

    A very nice write!

    Mixi (My BAT entry)

    1. Thanks Mixi. I am glad that you like this story!

  8. the climax was simply amazing...wonderfully written...loved it to the core :)
    ATB for BAT
    do drop in at:
    - Don't Whine

  9. Nice twist dude. You have justified the pen name with such gripping take.

  10. loved it. did see it coming that the mom and child duo are not humans! but liked the play of emotions,true to all living beings, man or not! :)

    1. Tell me how did you find out that the duo were not humans ;)

  11. A good one... keep up with the emotions angle.. it's great...I hope it is directly from the heart.

  12. Thoroughly enjoyed reading your post. Though you have developed a fiction story but still in reality we could see that kind of love between mother and child in all classes and at the same time discrimination on poor by rich in terms of proudish, lack of respect attitude. I know everybody writes but not put up in implementation. Rich becoming richer and poor becoming poor..but one can analyze that love comes from humanity but not from possessiveness,discrimination after reading your post. ATB for BAT37

  13. bro. don't panic, A leibster for you dude.

  14. Wow.. the narrator was the real mystery! I was wondering all the way about the mother and the child .. but did not imagine them to be birds! Good work. The end gives a different perspective altogether :-)

  15. sparrows are rare these days and so are such mother child relation,society is changing and sometimes for betterment

  16. Hello,

    Another award coming your way...

    1. Thanks Neha. I should say that you are too kind :P

  17. a small token of appreciation for you HERE