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SEPARATED BY TIME

SEPARATED BY TIME Flash fiction: P Anil Prasad (I wrote this story seven years back. Later it was included in the open story collection 'The Quake and other stories' published in 2012)
Gopu sat in the cab to airport with a swollen heart. His mind hesitated to give up hope and his eyes scanned the streets for Vimala.
During the graduation days, more than two decades ago, Vimala was more than an intimate friend for him. He met her again that day morning among the reporters during a press conference convened by his company. Though their appearance had changed a lot over the years, they were able to recognize each other at the very first sight. Since it was a very importance conference and he was participating along with the chairman of his company, he was not able to have a personal talk with her. She was very active during the press conference and asked a couple of questions to him and the chairman with a hidden smile.
Gopu wanted to stay back at the conference room after the pr…

Bullock Cart

Bullock Cart; The facilitator of fraternity  Poem: P Anil Prasad
When I saw the bullock cart gain First time after many years At the portico of a hotel It was not an abandoned vehicle But it was an old friend!
He was the soulmate And rolled rhythmically on the sandy roads When we walked to and fro school During the late seventies and eighties.
We pushed him forward At the spokes of his wooden wheels When he struggled at steep inclines. Three souls then looked us with gratitude; The cart-man and the bullocks.
We called the cart-man “Chetta” and “Anna” All meant “hi elder brother” in Malayalam. Whenever the cart was empty, The cart-man called us “dai kerikko” meant “hi boy hop on” It was a fraternity facilitated by the bullock cart.
On rainy days he came with Temporary arched-roof made of reed mats We sat on sacks filled with hay Enjoying the music of rain While the bullocks strode in delight.
Now, engine driven vehicles It do not need our helping hands And no more it can facilitate The kind of fraternity we enj…