It was his last day at office. A farewell party was arranged to honor his great tenure at office. All were putting in great efforts to make him happy. But deep inside, he was upset and empty. His wife has passed 5 years back and son was happily settled with his family at USA. He was worried and dejected thinking how he will spend his time tomorrow onward.

He was gifted with a stick by the newest joinee in his office.

Holding it he found a sense of companionship, a true and supportive friend. He found someone he can rely on, someone who will be always with him. He no longer felt helpless or alone. Deep inside he smiled again.



She was new to this locality. She was a nurse, a care-giver; but there was none to care for her. She was alone, helpless and chased by 5 lusty human-like dogs. Those dogs were after her body, her respect, her dignity. They were barking lewd comments at her and wanted to take turns in enjoying her innocent soul. He was about to lose her identity.

She found a stick lying by the side of the road.

She yelled at those cowards and came charging towards them. The angry woman hidden inside her came out breaking the shell of the feeble women. Her eyes were emitting fire. They ran screaming for their lives. Never after was a woman ever harmed in that locality.



He was the best brain in his research institute. But God also gifted him with a slight deformity in his legs. He used carry a stick to walk else felt a bit difficulty. The jealous people around him used to think how a cripple could think so brilliantly and produce such marvels in his field of research. They tried to teach him a lesson by hiding his stick. He was also tad disturbed for the last few days as his recent work had hit a roadblock. He felt scared, vulnerable.

The cleaning stuff found and brought his stick back.

He never felt any more powerful. He started his unfinished research work with new zeal and vigor. He worked day and night to complete his work and even helped other researchers in solving their problems. Their head hung down in shame for what they had done to him. He taught those learned men a new lesson.

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She was one of the strictest principals in the school. But deep inside, she was a loving and caring mother. She always carried a cane which she never used though. That she could never became a mother made her accept all her students as her own kids. The students also loved her a lot. But then came her farewell day and she felt like she would lose all her children. She would hardly be able to meet them from now on.

Her children gifted her with a cane covered in a beautiful frame besides several other memories.

She felt elated. She got something which would make her recollect her old days and constantly remind her about her children. Her eyes became a bit wet but she was sure that her future wouldn’t be a sad and sobbing story.



He yelled loud for money near the bus-stand, he begged for his food. A small kid, he was rejected by her poor family and society just because he was crippled due to polio. His constant companion was his crutches from which he used to get support while walking. He also had a friend, a boy of his age from the locality. One day some drunkards tried to grab his money but he fought with them. They hit him, took his money and in anger, threw away his crutches to the other side of the busy road. He was unable to cross the road and he had no money to buy his food.

The little boy, his friend, grabbed his crutches and gave it back to him.

He went to the country-liquor bar and patiently waited for the drunkards to come out. He supported his frail body on one crutch and took another one his hand. He gave them a beating which they would remember till they were alive. The drunkards screamed and yelled and pleaded for mercy but he was relentless. A sense of victory and determination filled his heart.



2 thoughts on “Support

  1. Marvelous!

    I love the juxtaposition of these five short stories. The cane, stick, another cane, the principal holding the chalk, and finally the crutch. They all are well integrated into your prose. There’s dignity, power, integrity, love, and freedom all here too.

    No victims of circumstance reside here.

    What perspective you have laid out in 5 prominent parts for me, the reader. I feel elevated, lifted to a higher vantage point of understanding.

    Thank you!

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