Nestled in the breathtaking BACKWATERS of Kerala.
Deva, an highly educated returned from abroad back to his own place. To his rich life, to his soon to be becoming CM father who married another woman after his mother demise. Kind hearted Deva always...
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2008 May
Kabela outskirts
-gasps-
They have been running from an hour.
-screech-
A man dropped down from the jeep and barged into a random House and dragged out the girl by her hair. He threw her into the jeep and drove away.
It all happened like the bleech in the radio. Badra stared at the fading Jeep and unable to see the face of the girl who is looking at him and seeking help. Her cries and yells filled his ears.
His breath fastened. The sound he hear is the gasp of someone beside her. Someone so dear to him. He turned his gaze to his young sister and pulled her to his side before turning away not wanting to see the woman crying for her child at the doorstep hitting her head crying like she can save her child like that.
A ten year old Badra had felt the fear of losing his sister one day to those animals. His eyes dropped on his sister under his arm. After escaping from the orphanage, he had faced the dangerous challenge on the very first day of their freedom.
And before he step any more forward, a shadow fell on them. He slowly lifted his head up and found a woman in her late twenties. He seemed exactly like his mother but after witnessing the Nev wrecking scene, he gently pushed his sister to his back and hid her from her stare.
The woman pulled the boy by his collar and there is red in her eyes. Like she is angry and wants to kill someone. Badra showed no dear, his eyes raged but his manners stopped him from reflecting back but he can't guarantee if it comes to his sister.
" How long would you hide her. Better to kill her. How can you protect her when you don't know how long you survive in this world. Someone's girl today and some other tomorrow, maybe tomorrow is for your sister and may not be... This will not change. Girl changes. " She said andtears rolled down from her eyes. Her grip on his collar loosened and her eyes stared at nothing clutching her heart, " My daughter " she cried remembering something that happened in past.
Badra stared at her as his sister feared. She suddenly turned her head, looking down at them.
" This has to change " she said and walked away.
Badra pulled his sister to him and walked away wiping her tears. She went for another kid and pulled him by his collar. Said the same words again. Cried again. Badra observed the things happening around him, felt sorry for escaping from the orphanage and found what a danger awaits for him.
They slept infront of the closed shop and Badra had worked everything that let him earn money to feed themselves. His body started growing and he worked hard to earn more doing every little work he get and decide to let her sister study. He made his home with the woman he met first. He found that she is mentally disturbed. She wake up early and cook food, pack a carriage for her dead girl and re-creates the scene the day that filled her life like a mist.
He cooks for her and his sister and goes to work and then comes home, cooks dinner for them and feed his sister and the woman. Washes the clothes and dishes, cleans the house and sing a lullaby for his sister.
He made a friend when he worked as the labour to construct the road and they are having a daily meet everyday. She has been his soul with whom he talk out his heart. And today, she is nowhere.
He searched for her and went for her house but he found their shed empty. He ran around and looked between the endless families for her. Shouting her name and gasping for air. He stopped when he found the labour who worked along with him. That man looked down at him and stared.
" Suji? " Badra asked more like chanting her name.
The man's eyes widened and pushed him away before he slip his tongue walking away. He ran behind him and asked for her. He escaped from there but his son cannot. He observed how desperate Badra looked and pulled him away from there.
" Raja " he asked for his reply.
Raja looked away and wiped his eyes before mumbling.
" She is not our old Suji " he said. Badra looked at him suspiciously. What is in that? " They didn't left her, Badra. You should have seen her in that Half-saree... She was so pure like a flower. " He muffled his cries and coughed covering his breaking voice. " They killed her "
Badra gazed at Raja horrified. He stepped back slowly and ran away from him like a tiger chasing him. He reached home and found Uma scolding his sister. His anger covered him and before he pounce on her he found something on her skirt. His hands trembled. His eyes cluttered and fear occupied his heart.
" I told you to not to touch my daughter's things. These are her colors, my memories... Don't touch them " uma angered on her.
His sister bent her down in pain and walked away calmly crying. For the first time he felt happy that Uma scolded for nothing he feared.
But he feared.. and this is doesn't seem right. He can't live like this. He can't stop her sister transformation, it might be today or will be tomorrow. How long will be protect her. How long. How far his eyes can look to see the danger before hand. Today, it is someone's house, tomorrow it will be his house. He can't just run away as he did like before.
He was unable to save his soul then how come he save his sister. His dropped down on his sister who is wiping her eyes. He wanted to console her and when he is about to step forward, Uma sat beside her with the papers in her hands. Apologized for her behaviour and showed her the paintings that her daughter painted.
His step backed, went on backward. Till he step out of the sill and he decided. He made up his mind. If he have to save his only family, he has to find a strong shelter. And he ran for it. For shelter.
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2018 January 21
-5 days before 61st republic celebrations-
" What might be the secret behind her beauty, bro? " he made a vulgar comment staring at the back of a girl.
" Blood bro... " another one said chuckling that can buy irritation for others.
" Is it? "
" Yes, bro. Medical college. Government delivers blood for free " one more said
" Who ever blood it is.. but her back was soo damn... man " He hissed like he felt some pleasure.
They looked like the goons with strong body language and heavy personality. Dusty dress and thick chains around their neck. And a bad smell from them brought disgust and irration to the students.
" Hey, girl... which blood group baby? "
" If her back was so tempting.. I can imagine how-... " Before he even finish...
In those mixed feelings a girl crossed the barrier of restrain and...
