Musings ....

The sharp sound of sirens, monotonous whispering crowd broke the tranquil morning silence while the house exuded a sullen, sordid aura. The grief stricken father, the old mother and the divorced husband sat lifeless, though together but were a picture of loneliness.  It wasn't uncommon to see the coroner and the police officials conducting surveys and inquiries when a murder had been committed. But mystery of this unusual case turned trivial when the authorities had been pressed by hard hitting questions regarding the cause of death. Consoling carefully the man, with a natural artistry of expressing comfort, sat on the couch none special but skilled as clerk.

It was just an another day for Bertie, a small girl of 4, getting ready to go to school. "Mummy, please fix a sandwich for  me", she called today, just the same way as she had been doing since she had started going to school. This morning was seemingly much different though the little girl had no inkling of the recent development that would bring her life to a new place. As she proceeded towards her mother, with slight agitation due to no response of any kind, she found her sleeping peacefully, sprawled with hands by her side in a deep stupor but oddly; with her eyes open. She could see the over-boiled milk foaming on the gas stove, the normally neat shelf untidy and chaotic, with jar of jelly, butter and loaf of bread lying all over the floor. A step ahead she could see her father sitting on a white stool with blood shot eyes, face gone pale, colorless and  transformed cream white  with a knife gripped tight dripping blood on the floor.

Crisp yellow leaves cracked under the gentle steps of Mr. Hattori as he sneaked laboriously into the backyard passing along  line of the ornamental pine and cone trees. An astonishing justification of his sun-sign -Gemini, his life could be defined as exhibiting two facets; one that he lived during the day, the other secretive of the night. In the wee hours of the night, donning the hat of a hired mercenary, the lonely clerk; one whose receding hairline, cheap ironed shirt with pants pulled up high defined him as a simple man, now brandished a weapon.Sitting in his office the day before, it wasn't unexpected as he had been informed earlier, he received a call mentioning the name, place and the way the work was to be done.The cold hearted murderer didn't think twice before he agreed. A skilled locksmith, it didn't take him long to get through the door making his way towards the woman's room. Over the creaking floor board it was a shame no one could witness the 'show

That year was a formidable part of his life which if his wishes could prevail, would have been erased from his memory forever. 20 years had passed since the untoward death of his mother had scarred his dreams creating a void of relationship filled with love and happiness that they had together. The police was clueless, a mystery killer's act, she was found floating on a blue morning in the early hours by a man on a fishing trip. The calm fresh water held her as if it were protecting the remains of the poor departed soul so that humanity could see to what depths a human's act could fall. Solitary, sitting on his bed, the image of her tresses floating with bloated body that had turned white overnight still horrified him to his core.

Sitting in the muddy puddle Ringo, surrounded by his children, distant relatives and all the comrades of the farm, thinking deep felt overwhelmed by the feeling of being the most fortunate living being in the world. The crazier, more developed brained beings scurrying, hustling mounted with daily stress weren't the most happy ones he had concluded. Their little ones either left them alone or abandoned to enjoy the fruit of better pastures in far distant lands. Ringo on the other hand had modest means with no luxury or stature to feel proud upon, felt blessed and expressed sincerely, gratitude to god. People called his species as dirty, ate  him as staple and included him in cuss words but he was nothing but happy to be born as a Pig on earth.

A wave of hand, a swift movement of wrist, mid-air, to take leave and bid adieu is the simplest and most natural development of human species among a wide range of expressions. Along with a smile on lips or a joyful laugh, people express it by wide range of words and various name such as -Bye!, Tada!, Ta! Ta!, Adios! ....etc. A mother stands in the balcony everyday and waves unflinching until her little one has traveled far enough to become invisible. The pampered child, staring with sad eyes longing to go and be near his mother, is assured of her presence presenting a companion  to share his agony brewing inside. How beautifully a simple human expression carries a myriad of human emotions, isn't it?

Her life story was normal hunky-dory, the girl cautiously ascended the steps. Fur lined shoes silky-white gown worn, eyes cold, she was alone and flowing were tiny beads of sweat. Each step she deftly put scared and shaking foot. The stairs standing without stilts or base seemed outlandish but sturdily stood. Her husband died; it was an accident, the crash wasn't his fault. on seeing blood soaked sheet, body underneath, she felt a shivering jolt. The girl steadfast had incredible resolve she didn't cry, shout or rant. He is my love, i forbid god's decision, thinking she; cross-legged started prayers and rhythmic chants. Impressed god on a chair he lolled, called her spirit up top Will do as you please, keep him safe and strong He'll be back as he had done no wrong. You are an idol of the women on earth who know how to love, ergo they will kick,smack and fight the world preserve their loved one and