The sea was stretched as far as her eyes could see. Deep
blue water shimmering like sparkle from the light of the stars that adorned the
sky. The sea was quiet, just like her, there were a lot of ripples deep within
but on the surface both appeared calm. The sea in all its glory resembled her
in every way possible. Her blue eyes glittered in the dark most probably
because a tear just made its way down her face leaving behind that little glint
of its moisture. The sea just like her gave life as well as challenged life
when it wanted to. She thought of her kids, her joy of life, her reason for
living which life mercilessly took away from her last year. The terrorist
bombing took away everything and left black smoke, hazy vision of her dying
kids and bleakness in her life. Her heart ached. Her children suffered because
some people wanted to prove their might over our country. But how? By killing
innocent souls? She was no one to ask this question as today she had to do the
same. With her children her conscious was also ruthlessly bombed that day.
The sea is a habitat for so many living things that were nurtured
in its existence just like her, those days when she had a family where everyone
called out to her for something or the other. But today the sea with all its calmness
was prepared to avenge the destruction that humans had caused. The night before
the Tsunami of 2005, the sea felt silent, a silence that shouted of the
impending doom. The dark waters receded before it lunged forward to destruct
everything that came in its way. Was the sea ever guilty for its revenge? No it
wasn’t. But then why was she thinking so much.
She saw her jacket kept next to her bed, the clock was
ticking faster now. Beads of perspiration appeared on her forehead. She glanced
at the clock and then at the picture of her kids. She felt a similar pain that
she felt a year back. She knew how it felt to lose everything and live like a
zombie.
She wore her jacket and went out.
The sun came out of the sea spreading its reddish hues in
the entire sky. Red the color she hated, the color of her children’s blood that
was scattered in the park that day and the color of vengeance.
If she did what she was asked to, she would cause another
breed of people like her to be born. She was not ready for it. She had to die
either ways but she had a choice of life above death. Her ankles were deep in
the sea by now, nothing deterred her , she kept walking.
Far away in a police station there was a lot of commotion. A
bomb had just blasted and that too in the sea leaving the officials baffled
because no causalities were caused. None except one.
