Emotional Journey of an Unread Book!

There were times when he was ardently in conversation with her. He never thought she would vanish into thin air like her spoken word. She was so busy reading a book of her choice. He remained an unread book in her shelf. He was so waiting to be read by her. But that day never came. If he's a book worthy of its content, he realized he doesn't belong in her world. It's better to be unread than to end up being mistaken or torn, he calmed himself like a true book of wisdom. 

     She scorned at the book for its unique approach and alternative ideas quite different from her's. She was scared she'd like it. Since she always limited herself to her own kith and kin, she decided to get rid of him- an outsider, potentially a bad influence. 

      A book would rather wait for a reader who appreciated it's worth. That was his new readership engagement policy. After all, self respect is its first chapter. Very few crossed to reach love, it's second chapter. 

      He was a book unnoticed by many. Some glanced through; Others eagerly turned it's pages. A few got lost in between. Only one lasted. She picked up the book. 'This book belongs to Mythili Annadurai', she wrote on the first page. He was happy he could finally belong to someone. 

      Are you a book waiting for your reader or a reader waiting to pick your book? 

Sarva

Love, at your doorstep!

Flash fiction 13:

                             

After realising how she misunderstood him all this while, she came rushing back. She felt too guilty to look at him. He was stunned to see her at his doorstep. The inner child that was hurt, hid behind his tough exterior. The door wasn't completely open. Fear consumed both of them from inside. Silence was too loud to bear. Teary eyed, she opened up. Soon he put his guards down, after all, he knew she's more important than his ego. As they embraced love, embraced by it they were. 'There are no closed doors that love cannot unlock', read a poster behind them.

Saravanan

The Comeback!

Flash fiction 12:

That was a fateful day. The subject of her love was with the subject of his. She stood there shattered. The castle of desire came crumbling down. The moment of tragedy seemed insurmountable as it kept playing in her mind. Hours later.. She knew it's going to be tough to recompose herself again. Nevertheless she resolved to heal the wounds. Afterall, such disappointments were not new for her. Yet, she carried no resentment nor allowed any regrets to creep in. Love has only served her well. Days later...She realised there is no shame in trying to honour one's heart. She knew she deserves harmony and happiness. The strength of her character and the beauty of her heart made them available to her. Weeks later..Instead of looking for her dreamperson, she decided to wait for a person who shares her dreams and loves her enough to stand by her. As she stepped out, the grace of her nose pin and the twinkle of her ear ring came from within. There! Look at her brimming with joy in the ocean of her desire, flowing like a wild river in the rough rocks of man's world. Now. That's how you come back! 

Saravanan

Up in the air, Love!

Flash fiction 11:

Life kept him occupied. He never had a chance to experience love beyond the triangle of family, friends and work. He has so much love to offer for the one who could be. He's ready for love, finally.

Relationship kept her occupied until one day she had to break up. She had never spent time for herself. Little did she realised that she missed her freedom for so long. But she has no love to offer to anyone.

When they crossed paths, again and again, they couldn't resist but smile. When Cupid strikes, incredible connections are on the cards. That's how love met lovelessness. Is it a match or a misfortune?

Saravanan

கல்லறைப் பூக்கள்

வறண்ட பூமியும்
இருண்ட வானமும்
வண்ணம் இழந்த
வானவில் போல்
ஆவேனோ சொல்?
என் ஆருயிரே!
வலிகள் மிகுந்த அத்யாயத்தில்
கதவை அடைத்த இந்த காதல்
எனை கடந்தும் சென்றதுவோ? -
மன்னவன் வாடினான்.

எனைப் பிடிக்கவில்லை
என்பதற்கு ஆயிரம்
காரணங்கள்
உன்னிடம் உண்டு.
உனைப் பிடித்ததற்கு என்
உயிரில் கலந்த காதல்
மட்டுமே காரணம்.
ஒருதலை ராகம் கேட்க
பூங்குழலி நீ இல்லை! என
பொன்மகன் வாடினான்.

நிராயுதபாணியாக
நிற்கிறேன்!
காதல் போர்
தொடுக்கிறாள்!
தேன் சொற்கள்
கொண்டு சென்றேன்.
போர் தோற்கத்தான்!
அவ்வாறன்றோ
காதல் வெல்லும்.
தங்கமகன் உருகிநின்றான்.

தித்திக்கும் பார்வை
இல்லற இனிமை
இவற்றுள் நம்பிக்கை அற்றவள்,
வேண்டாம் நான் இனி-என்று
காதல் மறுப்பு செய்துவிட்டாள்.
வேண்டா காதல்
என்றொன்றுண்டோ?
அன்றுடன் அவள் திசை
வராமல் தவிர்த்தது அவன்
பெண்மை போற்றும் கண்ணியம்.

இந்த நிலவு தன் வானைத்
தொலைத்த தறியாமல்
தன்னிலை மறந்ததென்ன!
மலர்கள் கோபம் கொண்டன.
பிரபஞ்சத்தின் நிசப்தத்தில்
அவன் இதயத் துடிப்பு
கேட்கவில்லையே!
நேசத் தாய் தன் சேய்
கொண்டு சென்றாளோ?
கல்லறைப் பூக்கள் கனக்கிறதே!

சரவணன்

Scarred Nation

Thoughts 2:

 When a person dehumanizes another on the basis of his or her religion, caste, nationality,  gender or sexual orientation, the act of violence first happens in his or her thought, it manifests in the language used and finally leaves a mark of it's intentions on a body. The wounds heal, but scars always remain as an indelible mark of shame and disgrace. A forward-looking civilization should stop this vicious cycle not only at it's consequence but at it's very roots.

Saravanan

The tragedy of the tangerines

Short fiction 10:

They said they'll bring back the glorious days of the past. That ancient legacy of this great civilization. He was told that they will save his religion from the jaws of secularism. That he can now wear his identity in his sleeve. The fear of his fellow others forced him to vote for vigilantes. Voting in favor of them was his dharm, they nudged. He never knew that he was opening a Pandora's box. The EVMs invoked the demons of history that has come back to haunt his nation again. Like a true bhakt he felt whatever unfolded thereafter was meant to happen in the name of Ram. Hatred was sowed in the barren lands of democracy. Times passed by.

Nothing improved his farm income for years now. Although there has been a good crop of tangerines in Nagpur this time. He thought the color of his future would be orange. It's been four years since his son graduated. He couldn't fetch a job. His son had a bad temperament which reminded him of his youth. He always advised him to remain calm. Interests accrued upon his student loan and the family was caught in a debt trap. The bank officers made a frequent visit to warn them. He looked up and asked his God if he's been tested. He lost hope of the promises that were made to him. He knew he got his religion back, but in the sanctum sanctorum of his heart, there was no God. He felt empty and sad.

The dissonance was disrupted by a deadening noise of a door knock. He felt anxious who was knocking at his door at 2 AM in the morning. His wife went to open the door. He was perplexed to see cops at home. They said they've come to investigate his son over a lynching case. He could already smell something bad. He sweated inside realizing he's encountering the devil at his doorstep. His son was taken into custody. He could see his world collapse in front of him.

'If we brought this upon us, then it's upto us to unmake it', his wife said in a firm voice.