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Her ring finger

Finally train came with its sad honking as it also realised all the swearing of Rafiq. Rafiq searched his seat and sat down but he didn’t stop his swearing in murmuring sound.
There was a couple sitting in front of him. The lady was glowing like a diamond may be because of her love.
He overheard them.
‘I am eagerly waiting to see our country beautiful state.’
‘Yes, this time we can see the heaven finally.’
Rafiq was overwhelmed by these compliments for his state.
He couldn’t resist himself from speaking.
‘You both will feel so good there.’
The man looked upon him in question.
‘Hey, I am sorry for overhearing and interruption but I am from Kashmir so I can say it for sure.’
‘My name is Rafiq, Rafiq Adzan.’
‘My name is Vikram Thakur and she is my beloved wife Razia Haseen.’
‘Nice to meet both of you.’
‘We were planning this trip from 3 years but for some reason it always postponed.’
‘I am happy that you are going this time.’
Suddenly Rafiq phone started vibrating. It was from Ammi.
“Where are you Rafiq? You didn’t call for once today? Are you alright?” Mother was in so much stressed.
‘Ammi I am good, and I am in some college meeting. I couldn’t call you. Sorry.’
He wanted to cut the phone as soon as possible. He didn’t want to give her a slightest of hint about his coming to home.
‘Ok bye Ammi, I will call you soon.’
He put down the phone with a sigh of relief.
‘Mothers are mothers.’ He said while smiling.
He looked upon them for some reaction but both were giving a sad look.
‘Not every mother is an angel.’ Razia said while looking at other side. May be she was in tears.
Rafiq looked at her left hand from where the ring finger was absent or looking like someone notched it down.
Sad affairs.
Vikram started kissing her hand and said- ‘you can see it is a inter religion marriage and my own family disowned me and her. Even try demolished my office in my city.’
‘I could never went back.’
Rafiq felt bad for them but he was happy to see both of them in comfort.
Soon, the trio had their dinner together and started watching movie.
Tonight, Rafiq didn’t feel like a different person or foreigner with both of them. He felt like one of them.
Stressed, Sad, isolated and more over bullied.

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Pradhyut, the southy

‘Amma, I love you this much.’ Pradhyut hugged her mother.
Today, Jayanthi Rangnathan was so proud of her son. He finally recruited in Madras Regiment. This was his last day with her and he didn’t want to leave her. She cooked his favorite dosa with tamarind soaked sambhar, his son’s favourite.
“Jaya, our baby would become a great person.” Raman was caressing Jayathi’s head.
“What we are going to name him? A great person?”, Jayathi giggled on Raman’s words.
“Pradhyut”.
‘Pradhyut Jayathiraman- Son of Jayathi and Raman.
‘Amma, bye bye’, Pradhyut screaming at his loudest. His heart was screaming too- Mother, don’t let me go.
He sat down on his seat in train which was going straight to Kashmir. His first posting was in Kashmir. He checked his bag for his camera. He didn’t want to lose it as it was given by his beloved mother.
‘Buddy, you got a DSLR?’ one of the batchmate asked him.
‘Yeah, I love to take pictures.’ He replied.
‘Yeah, you can take pictures of rotten bodies of traitors.’ He started laguhing in so scary manner.
‘Why are you saying like this?’
‘So what should I say? You are not going for some fucking honeymoon with your wife, you Southy.’ He started bullied him now.

Pradhyut didn’t try to reply him back because he was used to these kind of comments. He knew they were jealous from his DSLR. He changed his seat as he couldn’t change his coach.
HIs train was 5 hours late. At last, train started to rolling and running slowly on tracks. He started looking outside. He wanted to look at the beautiful city as he never got a chance to saw it. It was really beautiful and now it was making hard for him to leave it behind.
‘What Madras battalion says- Veera Madrasi, adi kollu, adi kollu (brave Madrasi, hit and kill, hit and kill)’. He was remebering his mother. She was more than a mother. She was a battalion in herself actually.
She was in love with her nation that if war happens she could alone kill everyone. But still everyone mocks me and her by calling southy.
He got tears in his eyes by imagining his mother alone in home.
He couldn’t help this. Now it’s late.

Not Afraid

It’s a high time
don’t talk about love and grief
No place of shame and strife
talk about blood and rape
give me some savage tips
talk about mindless jobs
Let’s do hunting
let’s go in pack to tear her apart
Stop that right now because
It’s a high time
don’t talk about saving us
No place to hide and run
talk about blood and rape
I will hunt you down
let’s do violence
let’s do hunting
let’s go in pack to tear them apart
You are a vulnerable thing
see your rosy lips and
now its time for your cheesy butts
I will devour every part
till it contains soul
let’s do hunting together
you are pretty in your panty
and in diapers
and in womb too
Stop that right now because
it’s a high time for us to
bear your wrath
don’t think of afraid version of me
your 5 inch manhood
is in my hand with a fork
looking like a bacon
Come here and snatch it
you useless rabid dog,
This is my rosy lips,
my cheesy butts,
my panty my bra and my blood soaked pads
Watch it till it ends
and I am NO more a prey
I am not your Durga not your kali
I am a woman
Admit it or shove it into your ass
Because it’s a high time to
watch your sins
It’s a high time.