SHE. ~ Fiction Series


An attempt at writing a small fiction. Hope you enjoy it!

There was something mesmerizing about her. SHE usually smelled fresh. When plump, SHE was perhaps the most seductive creation. SHE was good at turning on the feral nature in humans. Although SHE loved flirting with every human SHE met, SHE did not quite believe in commitments. But whoever SHE met along the way struggled to be associated with her. An enigma, SHE was for sure.

While every pair of human eyes on earth, gaped at her in awe coupled with sometimes greed, sometimes need, SHE on the other hand chose to be the wild stallion – unrestrained and detached. No man was spared of her magic! SHE probably owned the world. Maybe, Maybe not – SHE thought once or twice about it.

SHE

However, SHE was not wicked to say the least! Only, SHE did not, rather could not sustain in a world devoid of theater. SHE thrived on comedies, tragedies, errors and misfortunes. Strangely, SHE could be a part of happy and sad occasions with no great emotions and yet, could handle both with grace or, no grace.

So, for some, SHE was the cause of all happiness and, for many SHE was also the root of all miseries. But respect, SHE demanded from all except for a handful who did not acknowledge her existence. For the world, SHE intended to remain a mystery. Because, SHE has always been unpredictable and, a nomad who stayed true to the adage – Rolling stone gathers no moss.

Sometimes, SHE could do grace by bringing soul mates together whereas, at some other time, SHE might be just busy disintegrating a loving family. If SHE wiSHEd to harness a child’s education in some village, SHE would and strangely, SHE also became a reason for some child slogging away in misery in a big city.

To put in simple words, SHE could cause wars and, SHE could stall them too! Yes, SHE remains a powerful entity, an epitome of power and yet, prefers to be treated as a mere tool. In the hands of a good man, SHE might transform into a blessing whereas, in the hands of an evil one, SHE becomes the messenger of incomparable devilry!

SHE does not vindicate. Neither, does SHE defy. SHE is meant to be neutral, SHE believes so.

SHE does not believe in choosing owners. SHE lets the best choose her, rather! But boy, does SHE have attitude?………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..

And while her million accomplishments relayed that night in her thoughts, SHE lay there near the river in the hands of a skinny man who was in deep sleep. SHE looked at him and, thought – Maybe, it is time to change my owner. The dawn had just cracked and, SHE looked forward to new beginnings. Although SHE had some dirt sticking on her, SHE was not entirely inconspicuous or ugly! Someone would look at her and, take her home.

And, SHE assumed – the normal routine of life shall continue. A new owner, a new home, a new family and, the list was endless. This was the first time SHE felt like having an upper hand over the Almighty! After all, SHE has always been the catch for everyone, immaterial of which strata they belonged to! Even in the abode of God, devotees would take a glance at her! And while SHE reveled in her arrogance, SHE sensed some movement. SHE peered into the darkness and, saw a dark figure approaching her. SHE could not clearly see in the dark, except for a silhouette that faintly formed in the mist of the dim dawn. However, SHE could hear the tinkling of bells. They got louder and louder. So, did the footsteps. When, the figure approached near her, SHE stared in horror into the deep bottomless pools of black! And then, the world went blank………………………………………………………………………………………………

It was 6 AM. The Sun was rising slowly. Bird music filled the air. The orange hues splattered across the blue skies in faint strokes as Ramnath Pandit, the temple priest opened the gates of the Krishna temple near river Bhadra. He looks around and his face beamed when he saw Amba near the gate. He looked at her and, exclaimed – “Arre Amba! Aaj itni jaldi aa gayi….? Bhuk lagi hai? Kya chaba rahi ho subah subah?”. He loved Amba, her milky white colour, her innocent eyes that exuded warmth and, her soft mooing. Amba was the temple cow and, Ramnath treated her like his child.

Meanwhile, SHE breathed her last and, in those final moments, SHE did have some lasting thoughts before the curtain call–

I am the piece of paper that rules the world!

I am the piece of paper which tests humans’ verve!

I am the piece of paper, which has never seen a dustbin in life!

But then, I am also just a piece of paper with the numeral 1000 that ended up as Amba’s breakfast!

Price‘less’.”

P.S: The above is a work of pure imagination.

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