“A new bag”, they both exclaimed with joy. A glittering smile lit up their faces. They wanted a new bag for so long and they finally had one. They hugged their fathers as their delight crossed all limits. Most of their friends have new ones but theirs were special. They were more attractive and colorful, more spacious and very easy to carry. They could not wait to show off them tomorrow.
The next morning, while one packed books and copies from his study table the other accumulated plastic from the garbage bin.
It was just a matter of seconds, rather milliseconds. The national championship was going on and it was the coveted 100 meter race. He came 2nd by just 3 milliseconds. He was dejected, disappointed. So much of preparation and struggle and yet all it mattered was 3 milliseconds. It seemed to him that the world has come to a devastating end, all his dreams were crushed. He could barely manage to smile towards his friends and family who gathered to cheer for him.
In the stands, a young girl whose constant companion was her wheelchair suddenly stood on her feet in delight and exhilaration as her brother stood in the 2nd place in the podium.
It was his 10th birthday. Every year it was celebrated with much pomp and grandeur and there was no exception this year either. All the guests were having fun, well except for the birthday boy. He was lost in the middle of the splendor and his eyes were searching only one person, his friend. He wanted to run away from this showiness to him who was not allowed there owing to their class difference. He was not old enough to learn to cover sadness under a fake smile.
In the servant’s quarter someone was happy that his friend was having a great birthday party. He was sad not to be able to stay by his side but was genuinely happy for him.
It was the 3rd time that month, what an unfaithful bitch! She had again escaped. So much was spent for food and clothes and welfare and yet she always ran away. The master was thanking his luck for tying up the GPS enabled chain just the day before. It did cost a bomb but people praised his taste and he could boast about his wealth. She was found easily this time.
The bitch was peacefully sleeping in her lap in the old age home. Well she was her actual master, the mother of her current master.
He saw the death of so many people. Well all of them were killed by him, though he was merely executing court’s orders. He was the undertaker at the national jail and was famous for his deeds. But he always hated his hands as they took away the lives and his eyes as he had to tolerate the pain of the convicts during their dying moments. As he grew old, he told his son to donate his eyes after death. One day out of sheer depression, he committed suicide.
At the city hospital someone wanted to thank the person for whom he was able to experience light and see the happy faces of his family for the 1st time in his life.