Sunday 30 June 2019

Drabble 2019 Winners & Featured Writers

First Prize - Samarth Sadhu
Second Prize - Aftab Yusuf Shaikh
Third Prize -Gitanjali Maria       

Javeria Kausar  
Sanika Shinde      
Sudha Viswanath
First Prize
"Haminastu," the old poet said. "If there is paradise on earth, it is here," he said. 
"Even the valley's silence has music," the new poet said. 

I tried to see the paradise in the mist of violence. I tried to hear the music over the gun-shots and silent screams. All I found was a scarlet moment frozen in time.
Samarth Sadhu
Second Prize
They said, in this mad storm it was not easy to bury his wife. And the cursed woman, the sinner that she was, the coffin must be burned. Set afire the coffins of the sinful, they cried. These small two penny worth gods he couldn't fight. He was dead without her and the resting places of the dead are called coffins.
He went ahead and set fire to his house and the place of worship.
Aftab Yusuf Shaikh
Third Prize  
Divinity & She
She's strange, said some. She's divine, said others. For she had two hearts beating inside her. And two pairs of lungs. Four hands and four limbs. Every organ, she had twice that of a normal being. She may look disfigured to somebody from outside, yet she represented hope and the presence of the Almighty. 

People reached out and touched her belly to feel the miracle of God.
Gitanjali Maria

“What are you hoping?” I asked my roommate and he said with misty eyes; “I hope someday my son comes to pick me up from this old age home.”

“Why do you want to leave? Aren’t you happy? We have everything here; lavish house, greenery, medical care, nutritious food, entertainment, friends; all under one roof.  I like it you see.”

“You are fortunate that you do not have an off spring. You needn’t cling to hope.” 

That sounded pretty much practical, but it is hope that keeps you alive.

 I hope someday I would close my eyes peacefully and leave.
Mrs. Sudha Viswanath

I Hope You Understand
“My son is coming to get me today,” the laboriously dressed lady declares with shining eyes. I embrace and congratulate her. Again.
We’ve been following this routine like clockwork, for the past five years.
She still thinks that this old-age home is a resort where her son left her so she could ‘relax for a week.’
“I wish he doesn’t come,” I say every day, “I’ll miss you.”
And every night, while preparing for the next day, she smiles, “Your wish came true today, but tomorrow I’ll have to go. I hope you understand.”
‘I hope he does,’ I think.
Javeria Kausar

The Muse
Darker than the darkness of the night, she could still make out their forms by now, puffs of dark light. They waited all day long for her and crowd her as the lights turned out, little shrieks of the past... The black was not the colour of hate or malice, just sorrow weighing down on souls. She knew that now after chanting mantras to drive them away failed, and she finally heard their words. "Speak you, who could never tell the stories to the world."

"You have a Black Muse?" people asked her. But she knew, not to mistake the cloak for the soul. She looked up at the night sky as now as their unburdened souls cracked light strong enough to light up the universe.
Sanika Shinde

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