Escape

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Only one black and yellow taxi was parked by the side of the road, in the lee of the tall building near the gate. The Taxi driver was catching up on his afternoon siesta in the back seat of the car with his feet jutting out like poles.
Enrique crooned over the radio in the taxi, “You can run...”
The driver’s snoring rose above his voice but I heard his words.
I felt my legs break into a trot and my heart throb with pain. A nerve in my head was beating like a thousand hammers. And I was sprinting down the lane, tears streaming down my cheeks.
I cared a fig about the onlookers. I was trying to escape.


I was trying to escape from a truth.


I was trying to run back to my home, sweet home!
It was a long run home and I didn’t want to stop.
I was running back to that home where my mum always waited in the window for me to return back from college.
I was dying to get back to that home where Mumma immediately brought that cool glass of water to me, at my arrival.
I was speeding towards that home where Mumma had a plate of wholesome, tasty food laid out on the table, waiting for me to gulp down.
I was trying to run away from the fast approaching, bleak future.
I wanted to get back to those happy days of the past.
I was trying to escape from this worrisome present!



All the way from hospital, to my home, I ran.
As I ran, I hoped that this was yet another nightmare.
Only this seemed to be much real than any I’d dreamt before!
As I ran, I hoped that this nightmare would end as soon as I reached home.
And there would be my loving mother, as usual busy with her household chores.
Instantly she’d leave aside all her work and attend to my needs.
Though I hoped, I knew in my mind that this nightmare would definitely end but not in a way I hoped it would!

As I reached home I realized that everything had changed.
“…You can hide!” continued Enrique in his lilting voice, now in my mind!
I was trying to hide my tears as I broke the news to my next door neighbor who was worriedly waiting for us!
I’d failed to hide my tears and bawled like a baby in her arms.




“…but you can’t escape, my love!” felt like the final words of verdict.
He was indeed singing my life with his words.
Killing me softly with his song!


I had been running in the hope of an escape from the truth.
The truth that I would eventually have to accept!
The truth that my Mumma wasn’t at home anymore but was at the hospital I was running away from.
Her present was what I was trying to escape away from.
Both her kidneys had failed and she lay in coma. She was suspended between a bleak future and becoming my past. Her acute renal failure would eventually bring death to her doorstep, said the doctors.
And I couldn’t wait by her side, for its arrival!


I had come away to an empty house, where her saris were out on the clothesline, drying.
Teary eyed, I buried my face into their sweet smelling,warm folds.
This was my only escape route from the truth, into poignant memories of the past.
I found solace there.
I still do.


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It’s easy to hit the "Esc" key on a computer keyboard and get out of the operation that you want to abort. One click and you are free from an error and can restart all over again, in the virtual world!


In the real world, it’s again very easy to wriggle out of responsibilities if you are an escapist. Shirk away from the shackles of attachment. Turn numb to emotions and other’s pain!
Memories can be shelved too.
Escapism is quite easy if you possess a twisted mind.
I suppose I don’t have that in me. For me,
Escape is impossible!








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Comments

Rumya said…
WHAT SHEER COINCIDENCE!!!
Surbhi Jain said…
emotions brought out really well... really touching!
All the best for blog a ton :)
Siddhesh Kabe said…
life has no escape key...good one...:D
Ouch sad ending :(

nice post tho... Liked the line about the twisted mind.
Vivek said…
Hmmm....Sad :(
But well written.
Nethra said…
That was a sad story. When I read something that has mothers in it, i get too senti. :(
Life, indeed has no escape key. :(
Er. said…
Liked it. I was, somehow, sure that some or the other blogger will use the song "Escape", in some way or the other... well written! :)

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PS: Visit http://bit.ly/shewasenough
@ Surbhi and Siddhesh: Thankyou for your appreciation...

@ Rumya: I know...Theres another sheer coincidence..Check out Aativas' post which is almost on the same lines as mine..Even the concluding thought!
iNTELLIGENT MINDS EH?
@ Saurabh and Vivek: Thanku guys..Sorry for saddening your Blog-a-ton tad bit this time! :(
@ Nethra: Thanks for visiting my blog..This is my story the way it really happened..Every owrd is true and Yes, a mother figure is indispensible! :( Thanks for feeling one with me..
@TVA: Am happy you liked my story..I think Enrique has made the most memorable Escape besides 'Pappilon' ofcrs! LOL..
'Shewasenough'..hahaa..very interesting name there..got to visit!!! :D
Anonymous said…
awessommeee.....
emotions running rampant.. the flow was so well that i could create the whole scene in my mind :D
and yes the notes were the perfect ending...
There are no ESC keys in life :)
good one... All the best :D
Anonymous said…
Very sad. True though. It is difficult to escape from realities in life :(
Vinay Leo R. said…
umm, Vibzz, i think Kudos would be too less a word in this case.. u made the words flow effortlessly... sensational! and yeah, we all do wish for an escape key in life knowing that one such key doesn't and may never exist!

All the best for BATOM10!

Escape
Romeo Das said…
Very beautifully written Vibhuti.
Really a touching post !
Romeo :)
Great work, lady! Keep up the good work.
S said…
Teary eyed, I buried my face into their sweet smelling,warm folds.

Not for paying you back for the comment you posted back on my blog or for the BAT thing, I think the line I just copied here from your post was enough to win you anything .. it had all the emotions in only very few words !

Impressed .. !!

..escape !
Dhiman said…
Even biggest 'escapist' cannot escape from the realities of life created by god ... since man created a computer we have an escape key(BTW which doesn't work when you need it most :D) ....So NO ESCAPE !!!
Karan Shah said…
a said story...though the pain brought very well...and
the icing on the cake for me was...
"He was indeed singing my life with his words.
Killing me softly with his song!"
awesome write.
Sureindran said…
Hello Miss Beautiful! Again, I am reading another post of yours and again you have done a good job. Very touching and with Mother's day around the corner, your post is just the right thing to write. No doubt you are a good writer and I like your selection of words.

p/s: yes, escape is impossible. escaping now doesn't mean you can escape the next round.

Sureindran R. - Escape
Gyanban said…
Beautifully captured emotions,the sense of conflict, responsibility and resolve was nicely woven. Liked it.
Extremely touching post...
very sad to make the end...
wil stay with me for sometime...
Truck Driver said…
That was very touching and i liked it .... But was very sad too :( .... But really very nice portrayal of inner feelings
Saro said…
This post is sad because life is sad sometimes and it has to be for us to appreciate the people that made us what we are today. Crying today means looking back at the past with a smile :)

This was a poignant post. I loved the sari's hanging bit- a long time ago, when my mother left me with my grandparents to be with my dad for a couple of years, I used to sit in the almera filled with her clothes to kindda trick myself into thinking I was with her.

But, nice one. Very real. All the luck Vibs!
pawan said…
Vibhuti,
This post is really heart wrenching, it's beautifully narrated and I loved the last part, the saree thing. A perfect story about a girls feelings on the loss of her mother, especially when Mother's day is around the corner. Brilliant post!
Loved it totally!
aativas said…
No escape really :)
Anonymous said…
The escapism you speak of is avoidance which we all do in our lives...we try to avoid pain, sorrow, frustration, anger, anxiety --- anything uncomfortable. But you are right in that true escape is never possible. Loved your work! It's sad no doubt...but I do love sad stories that are realistic...because life isn't perfect! =)
Anonymous said…
Touched me deep within. lovely post and very well written. Best wishes to you
Karthik said…
Such deep sense of melancholy! You have done a commendable job, Vibz. There are no dialogues, and yet so poignant.
It was quite short compared to your other stories. (Maybe you were busy) But it certainly made its impact.
Superbly written.
And to be honest, I felt like you've written this in a hurry (which is the same case with me this time :P) Is that so?
All the best for batom! :)
Hi KArthik was waiting for your feedback..:D Thanks!
Yes, I was hard pressed for time this time...but the feelings and memories that all rushed back and left me morose.. It must be seen in the writing..Guess its only u again whose noticed the sharp change in style, length and narration styles...Am always awed by ur observation skills..:D
Chatterbox said…
Very sad yet wonderfully written :)

Best wishes for BAT:D :D

Cheers!!
Megha said…
parents are the angels living on earth...and in crisis we understand their role in life

your story picked all the emotions very well. Well done :)
Thanku all u guys for all the generous complements..Your comments tell me how I have faired...Am grateful! Also like some of u have picked up lines from my story that have impressed u, its very exhilarating to know!!!
Reiterated thanks to all of u!!! :D
Aabha Vatsa said…
Hi Vibhuti.... i am new to the world of blogging and this is my first entry to your blog. Very well written.... the soul of the story in my opinion is the way you used the Escape song of Enrique. All the best and i look forward to reading more of your posts :)
R! said…
This is sad n touching... and the closing lines are brilliantly written!!

I almost shuddered at the thought of facing this ever!!

Good post. Kp Up!!
Shilpa Garg said…
Very poignant and it touched the heart!! Very well expressed!!
All the very best for BAT-10!
Cheers :)
Readers Dais said…
a good theme, overall it could have been given more depth i feel.as the theme demands and could have pierced the readers heart more.....still its nice..
True that we all find solace in our past memories. Nostalgia has always been associated with something good but sadly, there isn't an option to rewind and all we can do is think about it and just smile.. Good post. Loved it.
True that we all find solace in our past memories. Nostalgia has always been associated with something good but sadly, there isn't an option to rewind and all we can do is think about it and just smile.. Good post. Loved it.
Saro said…
This post is sad because life is sad sometimes and it has to be for us to appreciate the people that made us what we are today. Crying today means looking back at the past with a smile :)

This was a poignant post. I loved the sari's hanging bit- a long time ago, when my mother left me with my grandparents to be with my dad for a couple of years, I used to sit in the almera filled with her clothes to kindda trick myself into thinking I was with her.

But, nice one. Very real. All the luck Vibs!
Chatterbox said…
Very sad yet wonderfully written :)

Best wishes for BAT:D :D

Cheers!!
Great work, lady! Keep up the good work.
indianhomemaker said…
Very sad. True though. It is difficult to escape from realities in life :(
Vibhuti B said…
@ Nethra: Thanks for visiting my blog..This is my story the way it really happened..Every owrd is true and Yes, a mother figure is indispensible! :( Thanks for feeling one with me..
Ouch sad ending :(

nice post tho... Liked the line about the twisted mind.

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