LOVE, what is the meaning of it?
Unknown to many ,
Is love accepting someone for who they are , their light , their darkness , their perfections , their flaws,
Or is it a vow of never ending loyalty?
What is the hidden strength of this word?
Can it...
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(Dream in italics)
A young boy of five was hiding and crouching near the drum . He had just returned from school if that is what a muddy dilapidated hut with a teacher was called.
He had been carefully instructed by his mother never to come out of hiding or show his face in broad daylight because of the nature of her work.
He was debating whether to close his eyes or his ears so that he could block out the disgusting sounds coming from every room in the vicinity.
He knew his momma was in one of these rooms and he knew she was getting hurt by the men coming and going.
He was seeing it all , listening every sound from a very long time right from when he was wrapped in harsh cotton.
The poor child had to see the world in it's most cruel form right from a very young age. The age to play and frolic was replaced by an unending grapple of survival.
He had seen loss far beyond his age. Whomever he considered dear had died. His aunt Scarlett died yesterday from bed fever and along with her her new born also succumbed to it.
Except for the poor boy none cried none displayed an ounce of grief. It was nothing new .
He had thought a funeral would be conducted just like the one conducted for his previous teacher where he had dressed in whatever black he could .
But funerals were conducted for known not for those whose identity got crushed under the shoes of many men .
He saw through the crack in the barrell he was hiding a man gripping his mother's hair tightly emerging through one of the rooms .
She had asked the pay for the service she offered but instead got rewarded by slaps or kicks .
He had learned to never interfere in the beating for his own good.
His momma looked his way and her lips curved to form a small gentle smile despite all the pain.
He was his momma's everything , her strength , her only happiness , her will to continue fighting against what the life threw in her way.
After the sturdy old leech got satisfied he threw a couple of crippled notes on her face.
He knew this bad man had hurt his momma not just Physically but also tarnished her pride but she swallowed every blow for him .
She was doing it for a long time.
Just like everytime he ran from his hiding spot and glared at the retreating back of that man first. Then he crouched to her level .
He helped her sit up and drink water. He hugged her tightly and blew air on her wounds. But just as he got up to get a first aid kit for her his momma started fading away. He clutched her torso tightly blood sprouting from her wounds and her mouth.
In seconds she was cradling a bullet wound .
" Take care Reve , momma loves you"
" Momma no don't go , don't go momma " but instead of the five year old boy Reverence was there clutching his mother tightly in his arms crying just as hysterical as that 12 year old boy did 18 years ago. . . . .
"Momma no , no momma" Reverence was thrashing in his sleep .
He woke up with a start.
He had not dreamt this from past ten years .
He had kept all his nightmares deep inside him to be never relived but why now.
Maybe the mention of the man who had destroyed his mother's life , who had killed the only ray of hope in his life , who had separated him from his baby angel had triggered the pent up frustration and anger.
He knew sleep had left his eyes and he had to distract himself.
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Taking a puff of his cigar he started formulating the plan for his next mission. .......
Somewhere in black market Italy Near a dilapidated church . . . .
Sarah was attending a wedding if that was what a congregation of harlots as bridesmaid, a snorting father , a bride in torn and loose fitting white frock and a bridegroom whose garment could not be classified a suit despite the people's approval there was called.
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One of the new girls in ROISY bar had gone lucky .
Her lover had found her in black market of Italy sold his entire property for his lady .
Sarah had formed a bond with this girl.
Unlike others who were never caressed with a tiniest hint of softness this girl who spent her first few days bawling her eyes out had her lover as her first costumer .
To protect her he did sleep with her and promised her he would take her out of this hell hole and here she was.
This young man always had her respect .
She still vividly remembered how this young maiden came back with a tinge of blush unlike others for whom those marks had gore memories.
She would miss her chirping and happy persona not only because she had grown to form a bond with her but also because she would miss seeing herself in her.
Her smile faded instantly remembering her own wedding.
Her wedding which was the beginning of her destruction. ...................................
Your guesses on who is the reason for our Reverence's nightmares?
On Sarah 's wedding?
If Sarah is married where is her husband?
Lastly do vote , comment and share. Thanks Sanskriti
