Today’s challenge is really an interesting one. To see things through and plan about the three parts certainly helps one to work around the original idea. As I have a soft corner for writing short stories, I will attempt to create a three part story for this challenge. This is not what i’ve directly experienced but what I have seen others going through and wouldn’t wish anyone to face.
“I’m telling you baby, behave yourself. You’re too young to light them by yourself. Why don’t you listen to me, huh?”
“Mumma, just one. Please,” requested Ashish with such an innocent look Aarti just couldn’t refuse.
“Come with me, let’s light this phuljhadi,” said Aarti and the frowny creases left her forehead.
“Hurrah! Here I come,” said Ashish jumping with joy.
“Here we go. No, keep your hand behind mine baby,” said Aarti as he was teaching Ashish how to light the phuljhadi
“Aarti, come here. Mum needs your help in the kitchen,” said Ajay.
“Just coming. Ashish, let’s go inside. Your Dad is calling.”
“Come fast Aarti, Mum has burnt her hand.”
“Oh Gosh!,” mumbled Aarti and left for the kitchen.
Left alone, Ashish was awestruck to see so much lightning in sky. It amazed him to see how red, blue, yellow, green colors filled up the sky. Ashish had always been like that. It was such a joy for a child’s mind to cherish this interesting mix of colors on display in sky. He would eagerly wait for Diwali to arrive. Whenever he would see the cracker’s or a rocket bomb’s sparks going off, he would jump with excitement. Never stopping the claps. It was a delight in itself to see his glowing eyes. He felt it was unfair that he wasn’t allowed to light the crackers himself.
As Ashish was following the path of a rocket bomb’s sparks, trying to match up to its speed by running across their home’s ground. He saw it falling outside the gate of their house. He ran with utter joy, expecting the marvel he saw in sky to be finally in his hands. Stepping outside the gate, he started looking for the bomb. His face sulked, when he couldn’t find it easily. Then, there was some lighting across the end of the road and he saw his Prize. As he rushed to obtain it, a Car turned from that same corner, hitting him badly and crushed him to death.
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Maybe one shouldn’t say that they liked a story about a child being killed but I thought this to be very good. At the end I really felt so sad… well written
I know, it really pained me to have seen my close ones having to go through such a distressing experience. I wasn’t able to write the ending myself and had to pause before i typed. Part 2 will be coming soon.
Thanks for the feedback.
Disturbing! But excellent writing! (and I feel the same way as Jim)
Thanks for the feedback on the writing. If I was able to evoke reactions, I think I managed to speak to the hearts.
Loss of a child is the worst that could happen to Parents and would be depressing for anyone to see them suffer. Part 2 is coming soon.
I have a feeling this story will inspire in the end. It is nicely written. I like the style. The story is sad and I felt it very much. Good job!
Thank you so much. I hope i won’t disappoint the readers. Watch this space for more. 🙂
OH did not like the ending, but that’s just because it was sad! You surprised me with the ending, so it felt abrupt at first, but that is good in surprising the reader. I thought the child was going to get burned at first, didn’t expect the car. Anxious to read more….
Thanks for the feedback. It means a lot to me. 🙂 There’s more to the story 😉
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