The promised sequel…
It is more a visual diary than a story (more or less like a screenplay- powerful in visuals and sounds, along with emotions and less dialogues). The narrated incident is true but I’ve established it in a different place, in a dramatized fashion.
Dark cloudy night! The orange streetlight floods the Bus stop at the university small gate. Long array of cycles and the watchman’s cabin on the left. The watchman can be seen having his dinner in the white light inside the cabin. A bus screeches to a halt outside the gate.
A short, fat girl is seen unboarding the bus. The moment she steps on the road, the bus speeds ahead. Perplexed by the sudden action, the girl hurries towards the gate. Fat figure clad in jeans and shirt, with her bag put across her shoulder!
Pulling a key out of her front pocket she rushes through the gate towards the parked cycles. Quick in her action, she figures her red belled cycle, unlocks it and turns it towards the road, opposite to the gate. She turns her head towards the pattering sound of water droplets falling on the road. It has started drizzling!
As she peddles, the broken spoke of the back wheel makes a rhythmic ticking sound when it hits the steel of the cycle. Long empty road, with thick trees on one side and an open ground on the other! It’s dark and damp. The pattering sound of rain falling on the road and leaves, the ticking sound of the spoke and the speeding sound of the peddle fills the night.
The cycle speeds towards the white light at a distant junction. It takes a right turn. She lifts left hand, checks her watch and peddles faster. It’s dark and difficult to see. Wiping her eyes, she spots a puddle into which the cycle was heading. She clutches the breaks but “splash” goes the puddle water.
The cycle doesn’t stop. She tries clutching the breaks again- once, twice…no use, the breaks have failed her. She hits her hand on the handle out of frustration and stops peddling so that the cycle slows down.
The road starts becoming visible as the cycle nears the white light at the bus stop. The cycle has slowed down. There is a car parked beside the bus stop. A dark macho figure appears behind the car. He comes to the road as the cycle nears the car. He lifts his left hand as if to stop the cycle and shouts, “May I help you madam”.
Quick with a jolt, the girl turns the handle to move away from the man and starts peddling faster and faster, trying not to look behind.
The cycle speeds away. It has stopped drizzling, but it is still foggy!!!
I would conclude with the same note-
…safety and dignity, in this so called dignified society, remains a matter of concern for every girl, irrespective of their personal status. And therefore this is a sequel to the heartrending portrayal of the woman in rags.
It is more a visual diary than a story (more or less like a screenplay- powerful in visuals and sounds, along with emotions and less dialogues). The narrated incident is true but I’ve established it in a different place, in a dramatized fashion.
Dark cloudy night! The orange streetlight floods the Bus stop at the university small gate. Long array of cycles and the watchman’s cabin on the left. The watchman can be seen having his dinner in the white light inside the cabin. A bus screeches to a halt outside the gate.
A short, fat girl is seen unboarding the bus. The moment she steps on the road, the bus speeds ahead. Perplexed by the sudden action, the girl hurries towards the gate. Fat figure clad in jeans and shirt, with her bag put across her shoulder!
Pulling a key out of her front pocket she rushes through the gate towards the parked cycles. Quick in her action, she figures her red belled cycle, unlocks it and turns it towards the road, opposite to the gate. She turns her head towards the pattering sound of water droplets falling on the road. It has started drizzling!
As she peddles, the broken spoke of the back wheel makes a rhythmic ticking sound when it hits the steel of the cycle. Long empty road, with thick trees on one side and an open ground on the other! It’s dark and damp. The pattering sound of rain falling on the road and leaves, the ticking sound of the spoke and the speeding sound of the peddle fills the night.
The cycle speeds towards the white light at a distant junction. It takes a right turn. She lifts left hand, checks her watch and peddles faster. It’s dark and difficult to see. Wiping her eyes, she spots a puddle into which the cycle was heading. She clutches the breaks but “splash” goes the puddle water.
The cycle doesn’t stop. She tries clutching the breaks again- once, twice…no use, the breaks have failed her. She hits her hand on the handle out of frustration and stops peddling so that the cycle slows down.
The road starts becoming visible as the cycle nears the white light at the bus stop. The cycle has slowed down. There is a car parked beside the bus stop. A dark macho figure appears behind the car. He comes to the road as the cycle nears the car. He lifts his left hand as if to stop the cycle and shouts, “May I help you madam”.
Quick with a jolt, the girl turns the handle to move away from the man and starts peddling faster and faster, trying not to look behind.
The cycle speeds away. It has stopped drizzling, but it is still foggy!!!
I would conclude with the same note-
…safety and dignity, in this so called dignified society, remains a matter of concern for every girl, irrespective of their personal status. And therefore this is a sequel to the heartrending portrayal of the woman in rags.
1 comment:
u've got a story to tell and a message to deliver.
family relationships must be felt outside too. work in the home should be seen as deserving esteem and social recognition. woman working outside shudnt pay the social costs. man must recognise equal dignity of man and woman atleast after marriage, when he gets to know more abt woman.
woman, as the bible says is made from man's rib, so, shud hold a name that derived from man, therefore woman. but that doesnt mean that man should feel woman as his property.
more importantly every man should feel these.
hw many do that?
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