The Maze – #2 The Maze Runner

Racing behind the mist was the girl with monotonous determination to reach the end of the maze, which she thinks was a quite a simple task. The seamless walls of marble paced past her with no sign of a possible end. She noticed that the marbles grew darker in tone, quite different from the white marble wall at the start of this passageway.

Was that a sign of something? or was it just a natural thing?

She pushed away her thoughts and squinted onto the path ahead. She had been running for almost 10 minutes, or that was what she could estimate, without any change in the surroundings around – the same creeper plants breaking ground and crawling on the side walls of the passageway, the same dense grey mist behind still celebrating its success in luring her into the depths of the maze. She wondered if this was a maze at all, because she ran so much and yet she found no new passageways branching away from the one she started.

She comes to halt and stares in amazement and horror. is someone hearing my thoughts? It is just now i thought there were no branching passageways and suddenly, 6 different ways come out of nowhere.

She slowly observes the new surroundings – there are six passageways, each adjacent to the other with a common dark-toned white marble wall. Each passageway looked similar to the one next to it, but she had a weighted feeling that what she chooses now would be the next most significant thing after her strong will power and psychological endurance.

just as the significance of making the right choice in one’s life. She sighs.

She stands at the edge of the end of the main passageway she came through and idly looks ahead of her, her brain is working.

Its six passageways. So, it is 1,2,3,4,5,6. I think… i would first rule out some of these. i want the passageways which sum upto ’13’. why 13? well, 13 is known and believed to be a horrific number. If i am to choose a path and go through it, i would choose the toughest path.
So there, 6+5+2 is 13 and 6+4+3 is 13 and the rest all combinations need more than 3 passageways to sum upto 13, so i don’t need them. So, 1 is eliminated. The common thing and the highest number is six and

She laughs out loud as if intending to let the surroundings fill with the knowledge of what she chose. She looks at the last passageway, if this choice is wrong, it is nothing when compared to the wrong choices i made in life.

Bracing herself, she dashes into the sixth passageway marking the true starting point of the maze.

was her choice right? was the ’13’ method a foolish one?
she is about to see what she chose.

To be continued…

Note : “The Maze” is the second post in “The Maze Runner”, which is a set of posts. So, for the complete story refer posts which contain a “#” before the name of the series, which suggests the order of that particular post in ‘The Maze Runner’ series. I would be glad to have this reviewed by you. Thank you.
First post : Unwelcome – #1 The Maze Runner

Unwelcome – #1 The Maze Runner

The metal doors closed behind her with a loud clank, she has no way back. She looked around to get a clearer picture of the new surroundings that she was thrown into. The doors that barred the way out were smooth, silver-matted metal pieces with brownish maroon colored rusty patches all over, giving it a look of two old half-doors determined to close her inside for the rest of the time, until they rust completely. And the sound that came when the door closed gave her an idea that these doors were run through mechanical gears and the controls must be somewhere outside. Then she looked at the long passageway ahead of her, it seemed to stretch for miles, the far end seemingly blurred in a white, silvery mist that suggested her that this was no closed room. The passageway was wide enough to fit her, both arms stretched horizontally with palms cranked vertically, it wasn’t much wide.

She moved closer to the right wall of the passageway observing the walls, which seemed to be made of rectangular stone pieces, white marble stone. The wall was matted dully with green lichen and unknown creeper plants that grew from the bottom edges of the wall. The marble wall looked as if they were stained with green blood. She felt the wall she was observing tremble slightly, as if to tell her that her touch was not welcome. She drew back her hand feeling apprehensive. She again looked at the passageway ahead, the mist seemed to be in no hurry for clearing up, either breaking down into droplets or rising up into the higher air. She sighed and closed her eyes. A sudden pang of realization rocked her, she must actually be panicky by now because whatever was happening with her now, it was not right. To be inside a place like this is no good and the realization that she was calm even in a dark situation as this frightened her. But she knew why she was calm. She knew where she was. Fighting back the tears, she collapsed down to her knees, the fall rising a cloud of dust around her. She paid no attention to the bruises to her knees, nor was she aware of the mix of dust in the air she breathed. Injury to knees?, her mind fended it off without a second thought, the mortal wounds were the least she cared about.

                                      She should be strong, she reminded herself. This is not the right time to mourn for the past pains she endured, this is a new pain altogether which she had to endure, to survive in this god forsaken place. But yet, her mind was unsettled completely, random memories flew past her head, making it more tough for the girl to try not to cry. They were saddening her, these memories. Realizing what was happening with her, she jerked up with all the physical strength she could gather that moment and stood up.

She pushed back the bristles of hair that feel on her face and looked ahead.It was quite clear for her.This was what she was destined to, this was what she was thrown in here for. She knew there was no point in sulking away from reality.

                                         If this was the path to destiny, then I would reach the other end expecting neither doom nor solace. It is destiny i seek and i seek it without expectation, resolving her mental consciousness thus, she walked forward slowly. Her white frock was all muddy at the frisky ends and she din’t seem to notice that, for she never cared about her physical self anymore after being thrown into this maze. For her, this was more of a psychic maze than a physical one. She felt as if the world would end for her if she wouldn’t solve the maze.

Her slow walk paced up into an accelerating jog and then she dashed as if to get away from the overwhelming grab of a abyss. The white mist at the other end of the passageway seemed to knew she was coming, coming with a mighty will, because it suddenly turned from silvery white to gloomy grey. The girl now ran through the pane of mist without fear. The mist bellowed in pleasure that at last she had it’s victim.

Was it enough? Was a mighty will power the only tool one should possess to walk through all the troubles?

The answers are with the girl, the maze runner.

To be continued…

Note : “Unwelcome” is the first post in “The Maze Runner”, which will be a set of posts. So, for the complete story refer posts which contain a “#” before the name of the series, which suggests the order of that particular post in ‘The Maze Runner’ series. I would be glad to have this reviewed by you. Thank you.

Whoa…! It is a snake… whuuooo..

Tommy was barking fervently and i was in the bed room, writing a blog post. That was yesterday evening, at around 7. For the sake of not getting diverted from the blog post, i din’t go and see why she was barking so viciously. But surely, my head grew hot and i couldn’t concentrate because of this distraction and i closed my laptop and went to the front door to see what has caused my dog to bark so loud, continuously. The house’s main door was a good 15 feet away from the entry gate of the house and i saw Tommy moving nervously with a few loud barks and a few little squeals(out of fear i guess). I noticed it was barking at something that was lying outside the gate, 2 feet from the gate. It was dark already, i put on the lights in the portico and still the light wasn’t enough to reveal what Tommy was barking at. But yet i knew what it might be, because the location of our house is somewhere out of the vehicle and citizen buzzling city, in a quite town, surrounded by farms randomly. So, with these farms around here, it is known that snakes often loose their tracks and come stranded into the human dwellings. And most often, the people here kill them if they see one near their house. And this knowledge made me think that Tommy was actually barking at a snake. A cold chill ran through my spine. I had never ever gone near a snake in my lifetime, not even in zoo but suddenly i had to tackle one all by myself, because there was no one home except my grandfather and grandmother. He was sleeping, taking rest from his illness and grandmother was talking on phone, i thought it would be good not to inform my grandparents of this stranded visitor. But my mind was quick, surprising me, that i thought it was no good call out neighbors because they would kill this snake definitely. But i wanted to make sure it was a snake because all this was inside my head, so i stared hard at the thing that was outside the gate. Tommy’s barks were still a distraction but i had to make sure that it was really a snake it was barking at, so i stared hard into this dully illuminated  surrounding, and i could, at last, make out the shape of the visitor. It was a snake indeed, its hood rised and it was cautiously watching Tommy bark, though i could see the snake was not offended by my dog’s fit of instinctual behavior.   It was a little snake after all, a poor little one, its hood was raised and a curvy ‘V’ shaped mark lay on the hood. My heart skipped for a moment, i just hoped what i am about to do doesn’t hurt the snake and also it doesn’t annoy the snake and make it come inside the house, i would freak out may be. And then i called Tommy to get inside, but she was barking and looking at me, then turning to the snake barking. She was doing this until i braced myself and with a flush of courage, i got into the portico and slowly moving towards Tommy, slow enough to not panic both the dog and the snake. And then when i was within the reach of tommy’s chain, i grabbed it and took her inside the house and locked her inside my room. And then i fetched a bucket of water, and stood on the doorway of the house. I looked at the snake again, it was still there at the same position, she was no harm to us i was sure.  I took a deep breathe, carefully calculating the amount of push i should exert on the bucket so that the water would not travel too far and hit the snake nor would it travel too less making it an unsuccessful attempt at shooing away the innocent snake. The breathe was a large one indeed, i din’t want to provoke the snake at all. So when i was sure that my hands won’t fail my plan, i rocked the bucket with enough strength that all the water fell inside the portico with a loud splash, i quickly glanced at the edge of the gate to check whether the water fell on the snake, no, i executed it well. But for a moment, the snake didnot move, i thought she felt offended and she might after all come inside and freak us out. But poor little one, it slowly lowered its hood after a moment or two and slithered its way into the bushes that were protruding from the sides of the gates. I sighed! Why should i have to make that little creature scare? to make it go away for my own safety.

The incident left me with some deep sadness, something which people would call foolish if i told them. ‘If’ i told them, because i knew i would not be able to express it. It was not the fear of snake at all, I least fear mortal wounds or pains. But i want to try to express it, it felt as if it was the pain i would undergo when i ask my own beloved brother to leave me and ask to never ever show up again. People might not understand this, but that was/is what it was/is like for me.

Sigh! Nature works its way, we should all but abide by her rules. Why not with a smile then?, some might ask. I cannot answer that. Its Nature.


In my mother’s arms,
every puff of her breathe is a lullaby
the silken rustle of cloth upon her bosom is a lullaby
the occasional tickles from her long silky hair, that fall on me when she lowers her face to kiss me, is a lullaby
her every little touch is a lullaby
every single syllable that twitters out from her is a lullaby

she takes me up into her arms, gently rocking me to either side, a lullaby
she takes me by my soft, floral designed shirt and whooooosh!!! swings me into the air, a lullaby
she feeds me with such care that even getting fed from her is a lullaby
she takes me to the tub, puddles me into it and splaaaaash!!!  the water gently sweeping me, a lullaby

Mother, Mother….lullabies all along childhood.

But wait, these were true lullabies. Lullabies from Mother herself!

But there are jerks again, kids or people from neighborhood who came to play with me, an 8 month old baby.

he takes me up into his hands, “ work in mines eh? “
he smiles at me first and then i look at his teeth, “ ain’t seen white color ever?”
he then tries to imitate my mom’s lullaby, tries to swing me up and does that a little hard, “gooosh! you showing ur strength on me, an 8 month old baby?”

well yea, he was the neighbor living next door, says he is fond of children, “aah, you would kill them with your fondness”
and haaa, there is this 8 year old, the above one’s son, “that ruffian!”

he comes to mom and says “aunt! can i take little tyke to the park?”
and mom says “yes boy, careful.”
And there we go all the way to the park, ” aaah dude, i am on your shoulders, remember? don’t hop like a kangaroo, your shoulder bones are killing me”
he just does what his father did, tries to swing me up, the flight up was fine but when i landed, “curse you.. i ain’t any flying paper to catch in air and get crumbled, idiot!”
and then he sits on the swing, starts with small swings and then makes for big ones and laughs as if that’s funny,
“curse you again just 8 months, fooool!! these big swings frighten me..!!”
and then again, he takes me into his hands, frowns his eyebrows, puts out his tongue, and makes some contorted sounds, “eerr.. dude, was that supposed to be a lullaby? i think i should call your mom and tell her you are..err..having convulsions”

see the stark contrast between mother’s lullaby and others’ ?
I tell you, next time when someone tries to take you in their arms for a lullaby, just cry to hell, let mother take you back. Oh well, all my co-8 month olds, beware, horrible lullabies do exist.

Stay with mother and save yourselves from them. 🙂

A Glared Photograph

Maybe I was impressed by the light, frisky blue-hued sky or maybe it was the ever happily beaming sun that impressed me. Or maybe it was both the light, frisky blue-hued sky (# on the background) and the ever happily beaming sun (# on the foreground) that caught my eye that moment. Whatever it was, I wanted to get a bottle of water and hold it against the never scant rays of the sun, with that wonderfully pleasing sky on the backdrop. I was immediately overtaken by some unknown pleasantness inside me. Surely, it was the right mix of colors that has caught me off-guard with that sudden feeling of calm and peace. Holding the bottle of water against the sun, the sun’s penetrating light rays were turned into imperturbable light glares, bouncing off the contours of the bottle that I held aloft. Funnily, a thought whistled into my head and asked me to compare this awesomeness to those which we see on television, the light glares which we see on diamonds and pearls shown in television advertisements. Of course the advertisers do the glare thing unnaturally and over pompously, but it sets a mark for us to question if humans have come that far as to beat nature in its own playground. And there was hardly any time between the question and the answer in my head.

Humans need a few million dollars worth diamonds and pearls besides a few million dollars worth technology to create these wonderful light glares, but nature has done it with the merest of resources – “a light, frisky blue-hued sky, a happily beaming sun and a bottle of water”- that I could put into one piece at that moment. Being glad with the conclusion that it was still the nature ahead of humans, I smiled inwardly looking at the pleasantness and serenity radiating from the photograph on the 3.5” LED display of the camera and rushed to my personal computer to look at the capture on a bigger display, partly hoping it would make me even calmer and more serene. And I did feel a pinch more calm that moment.

Elation comes when you find ‘light’ enough to enlighten your soul completely and keep it warm for the rest of its existence. Elation is a mundane thing but enlightenment is preternatural.

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