Sifar - A Collection Of Desi Short Stories

🌼UNDER THE SKY - 4 🌼

[TRIGGER WARNING - The chapter below contains a mention of suicide and self-harm. Please read at your own risk. Kindly left if it triggers your trauma ]

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19 October, 2017

Today was just like usual day...Morning Shifts, Evening emergencies and night-duties. Except the complicated surgery which I successfully completed alongside her. She wasn't that horrible in her profession, as I assumed her to be.

It's so strange , considering her childish behaviour , I did not expect her to be this talented in tackling situations.

Uhh....Not again! I am talking about her from you. Why does it keep happening...I have no answer at this point. Am I shifting my attention from you to her?

Fiha, I don't want it to be turn like this but it does happen from the day she came. I don't realise how talking about daily activities and events are turning into conversation about her...solely her.

Earlier, I had decided to not to think about her but it keeps happening again and again. Fiha, I hope you don't think that I am growing out of love , you are still someone that warms my heart. I hope wherever you are, you remember me.

Never....I will never believe that you aren't alive anymore. There is still a glimmer of hope that you are alive, still caring about me like how you did in childhood.

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Shutting the diary, he leaned his head on the chair . His face marred with weariness, unshed tears swirling in his eyes. His eyes darted at the photo-frame on table, the young girl in photo smiling brightly like blooming blossoms. How beautiful!

He got her childhood photo from the orphanage and framed it , it always brings him hope that maybe she was alive and waiting for him somewhere, in a corner of world.

Except that there was letters, old dusty letters , turning brown and wrinkled. The last bit of memory she has left for him. He wished that she must be writing him letters like childhood if she was alive somewhere. Opening the drawer, he took out bundle of pages stained with ink and emotions. As he opened the starting letter, from where it all started , he sighed sadly.

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Dear Cheeku,

Before you get surprised,  as who I am or why I am writing you this letter. I want to clarify that Miss Marie asked me to write a encouraging letter after your suicide attempt. She wanted me to cheer you up, according to her, I do affect people around me positively.

To be honest, I don't think that there is something about me that made people cheer up. I also lived in orphanage, Harmony House. Since your orphanage, Shining Stars is a branch of Harmony House, that's why Miss Marie and all the staff is very worried about it.

To get back to the original topic, I should inform you first that I am not good with words and worse in consoling others. And I still don't know why I was chosen to do this....but I guess it's because I had a similar experience.

You can call me meddlesome for interfering or you might see me as a member of a malicious organization trying to covers up the inhumane activities undertaken here. You can hate me but at the very least, I need to defend this orphanage ....this is my home. A cold and barren home where thousands of children like me grow up on charity of some rich people. Children go through same abuse here as well which leads you to long for death, it's same for each of us....they won't title us as orphans, if they would really care about it.