Wisdomism

Wherever - 55/77 Fiction

noreply@blogger.com (Mahesh Kalaal) — Wed, 28 Dec 2011 15:18:00 +0000

Note:- 55/77 Fiction infers to fictional writings limited to 55 words and an extension to a max of 77 words

Wherever

Trembling in distress, a limping dog was chasing a car, with all its power and energy.

It was an intense chase.

It was focused, desperate and determined.

But the car's speed soon got it left behind.

The dog was yet to know that it had been abandoned by it's owners due to burden of maintenance....(55)
.......
.....

The poor dog was unable to perceive the reason behind the brutal act. Sadly, the owners knew that the dog was blind. (77)

One small red ant

noreply@blogger.com (Mahesh Kalaal) — Sat, 08 Oct 2011 09:16:00 +0000

A small red ant was wandering on Shiva's busy hand...
It was either a worker or a soldier ant...
He sensed it, but was busy in browsing Facebook...
Suddenly and unexpectedly, the ant bit him with it's strong and sharp jaws...
He got extremely irritated and bitterly annoyed by the brutal painful string of the small predator....
He kept everything aside and caught hold of the bloody culprit ant...
He placed it on a sheet of white paper to implement his plan of strategic action.
With the help of both of his thumbnails, and focus, he pierced into the ant's slender waist and separated it's body into two equal pieces ...
His anger came down to normal levels.
He updated about the ant's murder in Facebook with a sense of achievement. Few likes and responses followed too.
After his revenge, he sighed victoriously and relaxed with a wicked smile, only to see one more red ant on his leg...
He was yet to face the ants battalion...

He was yet to realize the fact that it had been more than an hour since he had not washed his hands after eating a honey cake.

Strive - 77 Fiction

noreply@blogger.com (Mahesh Kalaal) — Tue, 04 Oct 2011 21:52:00 +0000

Note:- 77 Fiction infers to fictional writings bounded to a maximum of 77 words.

Strive

14 August 1947...

They took all the pains to hide the tricolour from the police.

Tomorrow was the day of their dream.

Every village was eager to hold and wave the flag, but brutality and punishment hold them back....

.....

Early hours of 15 August 1947...

........

Those who were ready for the inevitable sacrifices, tried hoisting the tricolour at many public places...

The police caught them and hung them...

Women were stripped...

It was not India...

It was the then Telangana, Hyderabad.

---()---

PS: For Telangana, it took one more year and hundreds of lives, to finally join India. On September 17 1948, the state of Hyderabad got freedom from brutal Nizam's rule.

We are not separatists, we stood for Indian Integrity.

I wish this Dasara brings victory to the struggle of Telangana.

Free-55 Fiction

noreply@blogger.com (Mahesh Kalaal) — Mon, 15 Aug 2011 10:48:00 +0000

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 23; the twenty-third edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The theme for this month is FREE.

Note:- 55 Fiction infers to fictional writings bounded to a maximum of 55 words.

We got freedom.

We have freedom....

.......

Freedom to express and choose .

to exploit and suppress.

to adapt and evolve.

to dilute and corrupt.

to have Religion

to be slaves of Globalization ...

Freedom for Farmers to drink pesticides

for Tribes to convert

for Corporates to suck

But we forgot that our freedom was not for Free

-()-

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Revenge-55 Fiction

noreply@blogger.com (Mahesh Kalaal) — Fri, 22 Jul 2011 18:40:00 +0000

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Note:- 55 Fiction infers to fictional writings bounded to a maximum of 55 words.

Revenge

She left him, ruthlessly, forever, for better prospects.

He is no more in "He is..."

The only thing he is left with is "He was..."

He wont be in " He will..."

He wont be 'Him' again..... the 'Him' made by 'Her'...

... but the only avenge he knows is to be in love with 'Her'.

--()--

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Exclusive-77 Fiction

noreply@blogger.com (Mahesh Kalaal) — Tue, 19 Jul 2011 08:28:00 +0000

Note:- 77 Fiction infers to fictional writings bounded to a maximum of 77 words.

Exclusive

Having a passion for nature, he was happy to have his visit to Srisailam which is abode to famous Shiva temple as well as lush green beautiful tiger reserved forests.

It was his first visit and, as it was a festive time, he couldn't find any lodging.

He enquired with the concerned officials.

They told him there were many caste based community guest houses and asked him, "What is your caste?"

He said, "I am a Muslim".

The other day(s)-55 Fictions

noreply@blogger.com (Mahesh Kalaal) — Sat, 11 Jun 2011 04:41:00 +0000

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 21; the twenty-first edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton.

Like any mother, Kaveri loves playing with her one year old son.

................

One day, she was helping him to stand and walk

He was unable to relate with her moves.

He was misinterpreting her directions.

He gave confused expression with a confused smile.

The kid has got no problem but Kaveri has got squint eyes.

---()---

Srinivas was waiting eagerly for his 6th birthday .

Everything was set for the evening occasion.

More guests were invited than he guessed.

He had never seen his mother in such a beautiful attire.

On that day, she had gifted him the most precious thing he could ever imagine.

...............

....

He has a dad now. Step dad.

---()---

Venkatamma was praying with submissiveness in the temple.

Her heart was dumped with mixed emotions and devotion.

Her husband's heart surgery was set for that day despite their pungent poverty.

That was her last visit to the temple.

She applied tilak on her forehead for the last time.

Next day was her compulsive Conversion into ...

---()---

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Crapped Beauty

noreply@blogger.com (Mahesh Kalaal) — Sat, 04 Jun 2011 20:26:00 +0000

Crap !!!

When someone says beauty is divine, beauty is wisdom, beauty is humanity , beauty is god, beauty is truth, beauty is service, beauty is this and beauty is that, it is crap. Total Crap. Beauty is beauty , nothing else.

Beauty is physical which in turn gets reflected in physical cognition.
When you go to a school and enter a kindergarten classroom, who grabs our attention is the cutest kid with chubby and pink cheeks (preferably fair skin). No one will say that children are innocent and are equal to god, and God is beautiful and so all kids are beautiful or cute. The best proof is that only cute kids are allowed for baby products . What happened to our wisdom, truth, humanity when kids with hallow eyes, dark skin, curved nose and odd teeth are either ignored or served with loads of sympathy.

At the very basic level, the most beautiful thing for a chlorine atom is the free electron in the outermost shell of sodium atom and both combine to form NaCl, so that both get their chemical gratification(Ionic bond). I am not sure whether there is any inner beauty in sodium, except the free electron. So, every beautiful act in this universe is physical first.

We have Nobel awards to treat and acknowledge the wisest and intellectual persons . Miss world crowns and mister universe titles are being awarded not for the wise and mature answers given by the contestants but for the statistics their bodies score. If wisdom is beautiful or Beauty is wisdom the most beautiful person title could have been awarded to Ayn rand or Frederick Nietzsche. People say that sunrise is beautiful but no one will appreciate the inner beauty of sun or the nuclear fissions of sun. No one will ever try to know or appreciate the inner beauty of flowers, colours, mountains, birds, rain etc. Beauty should please and feed our senses first. Ironically we dont have awards or international contests for people with inner beauty . I am not denying the very existence of inner beauty . I am trying to say that physical or apparent beauty matters most for everyone rather than the much hyped inner beauty irrespective of whether it is the smell of rain or a serene beach.

Beauty is skin deep. I don't know how much deeper. When we come across a person, what impacts or impresses us is her/his physical attributes first. The behavioral attributes comes later and even though a person have a great behavioral traits , he/she is known as intellectual, matured, wise, sensitive, selfish etc. We do have separate words for every psychological and behavioral trait in human beings. Then why do we make so much of pomp about our adherence and priority to the so called inner beauty when what exactly matters us is the physical traits that please our senses. Katrina kaif or Deepika padukone are beautiful because of their physical traits not because they are associated with some social organisation or NGOs. If that is the case, we could have called Medha patkar and Aruna Roy as beautiful. Even modern-spiritual-corporate-enlightened babas and gurus need good looking women as their helpers and assistants. The physical traits matters so much for us that we even appreciate them in our enemies too.

The moment I read “real beauty”, i got the question popped up in my mind, “Is there 'really' a difference between beauty and real beauty?”, which invariably lead to the basic question, “What beauty is?”. Also, there are concepts like surface beauty and inner beauty besides real beauty and virtual beauty. Most of the times real beauty is related with inner beauty which is mostly said to have a value quotient to the things we say and opine that are beautiful. Many people who say that Mother Theresa is the most beautiful women, their hard disk will be stuffed with loads of Aishwarys Rai or Jennifer Lopez pictures. Aishwarya Rai is indeed one of the most beautiful women. Many people may not agree with this and hence which means that the beauty is not absolute, and rather it is interpretative and perceptive. Even if the whole world agrees and accepts that Aishwarya Rai is the most beautiful women, it is confined to only one species called humans. For a tiger she is just a prey of hunger and for millions of microbes she is a habitat to survive. A Forest may look beautiful for few days, but if we find out the inner beauty, it is the most harshest and brutal work of nature to continue the game of survival of the fittest.

Beauty is also relative within a person. In men's perception , the two curves in women which fascinate them the most are the curvature of eyes and the curve of lips which proportionately add much weight-age and importance to the remaining curves a woman possesses. So, is beauty all about materialistic properties only? May or may not be. But the answer lies in the contemporary modern consumerist materialist lifestyles we are leading in the name of development.

When we feel something is beautiful, are we expecting from others that they should take pleasure in it? Beauty may be inter-subjective or subjective, but is it objective? Can we argue or debate rationally about whether something is beautiful? Basically beauty is more of cognition. Beauty also pertains to Aesthetics, erotica, sexual attraction and instincts gratification. We do have concepts like natural beauty and constructed beauty where people feel that a waterfall is more beautiful than Taj mahal and vice versa. What we find beautiful might be a reflection of our personality and individuality also. And these days, social attractiveness is also viewed as beautiful.

I have seen women saying that motherhood is the real beauty. A mother loves her child or feels her child as the most beautiful kid irrespective of how the child looks like. The conflict arises when a mother brings out partiality among her kids where one kid dominates the other in appearance or cuteness. She loves the cuter kid more and symathises the other one, the fact which is quite tough to accept and digest for us. Yes, physical appearance do matters at the very early age.

People keep changing their definitions of beauty depending on who and where the question of beauty has been asked and they finally end up replacing the apt word with 'beauty. 'Here are some examples.

Beautiful food(Delicious)
Beautiful shot ( awesome)
Beautiful music(pleasing or soothing)
Beautiful sunrise (delightful)
Beautiful movie (creative)
Beautiful waterfalls (enchanting)
Beautiful writing(captivating)

People say that truth is beauty or beauty is truth. If people come to know all the naked and brutal merciless truths of the world, for them, this world will definitely cease to be beautiful. And people who write that beauty is truth , never write truths about it.
And here comes the most overrated beauty. The beauty of soul or the Beautiful soul. I am not going to write anything about it as being an agnostic and anthropologist i don't believe in the very existence of soul.
The funniest thing is when people say that "Life is beautiful" and we are yet to invent a parlor for it
Beauty may be a a thing of crap, but all the crap in this world is definitely not beautiful. Finally what matters now a days is "Perfect beauty" rather than the "real beauty".

But i didn't answer yet what beauty is? For me, being in" love" is the most beautiful thing that can ever happen to any human being/living being. Then the question, "What is real Love ?" will definitely arise and i guess this is a good topic for next contest.

Isn't this a 'beautiful' Crap? . Wait! Think about the inner beauty of this post, in case you believe and find it, before you comment or conclude something.

Crap!!!

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Wherever - 55 Fiction

noreply@blogger.com (Mahesh Kalaal) — Tue, 31 May 2011 20:10:00 +0000

Note:- 55 Fiction infers to fictional writings bounded to a maximum of 55 words.

Wherever

Trembling in distress, a limping dog was chasing a car, with all its power and energy.

It was an intense chase.

It was focused, desperate and determined.

But the car's speed soon got it left behind.

The dog was yet to know that it had been abandoned by it's owners due to burden of maintenance

Will - 55 Fiction

noreply@blogger.com (Mahesh Kalaal) — Mon, 23 May 2011 18:03:00 +0000

Note:- 55 Fiction infers to fictional writings bounded to a maximum of 55 words.

Will

Harsh winters.

Dark midnight.

Isolated street.

Scaring silence.

Barking dogs.

Active mosquitoes.

A bright street light.

A person beneath it was reading a book with concentration.

Sleep was inviting him but passion ignited him.

It was his compulsive compulsion as well as obligation.

He was about to give his graduation exams.

He was a Gurkha.

Fair - 77 Fiction

noreply@blogger.com (Mahesh Kalaal) — Fri, 20 May 2011 07:32:00 +0000

Note:- 77 Fiction infers to fictional writings bounded to a maximum of 77 words.

Fair

.... 11 pm.
He was alone in the bus stop.
He was waiting for the last city bus, since an hour, with 10 rupees in his pocket.
He was hungry and tired.
And to his rescue, the bus came but it didnt stop there.
He started running behind the bus.
While he managed to get into the running bus, the bus had stopped suddenly.
He was about to thank the driver, but the driver had stopped it for a gal.

PS : We have fair fares for the fairer gender. Unfair!!! :)

Framed - 55 Fiction

noreply@blogger.com (Mahesh Kalaal) — Sat, 07 May 2011 19:36:00 +0000

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 20; the twentieth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton.

... wet roads , fresh streams, bathed trees and tired leaves, virgin rain drops, a beautiful house, romantic and inviting ambiance, lonely couple, hot coffee, budding love, gushing instincts , drops shying away slowly, touching distance, natural desires, appealing looks, stealing thoughts, bridging silence, audible heart beats ...... but the only disappointment is that this is not a 55 fiction

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Why? What ? and How?

noreply@blogger.com (Mahesh Kalaal) — Sat, 07 May 2011 18:26:00 +0000

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What is it?

How is it?

Why is it?

Why is it for You?

How is it for You?

Why not for Us?

We mean,

Why is it ONLY for you ?

How is it ONLY for You?

Why not for Us too?

Who made it beautiful and blur at the same time?

At the cost of whose shattering lives?

Which nation's capitalism made it beautiful? and for whom ?

At the cost of whose burning hunger?

Which nation's corporate companies made it blur ? and for whom?

At the cost of whose cultivable land ?

Which nation's globalisation made it invisibly visible ?

At the cost of whose virgin resources ?

Why do you always live on the other side of the glass?

Why do you always prefer the blurred glass?

Why do you have everything always? At par and Plenty ?

and

Why do we are left with unanswered questions and unquestioned answers?

Why are you partly visible yet inaccessible ?

Why are your lives always unclear? so plastic ?

Why do you hide behind those beautiful masks ?

We guess, you might be getting the same blurred perception of our lives too.

and,

You give solutions and suggestions to our rocketing problems through your facebook without your real faces

You share information about our devolving lives through your witty twitter for your wit and pride.

You write and blog about our lives without even experiencing a single nano second of it.

Why do you, always, deliberately, keep a pseudo transparent barrier?

To show off your materialism and consumerism ?
Why do you make all the concrete things look so abstract ?
To display your absolute and exclusive exclusiveness?

Consciously or unconsciously.

Voluntarily or involuntary.

Responsibly or irresponsibly

Its beautiful and fair for you because you are on the fairer side of the globalisation window.

Its hell for us because we are the victims, imprisoned, poisoned in the globalisation window.

You are indeed experts in creating beautiful visible virtual walls between you and us.

Do you know what is it in it.

We dont know what it is.

We may never know what it is
All we know is the brutal truth, "There is nothing like natural justice and if at it exists, it is not natural".

The drops of life are from the raining luxuries, for You.

The drops of fight are from the stream of body steam, for us.

It is our desperate struggle for the very existence.

Ruthless and valueless.

By the way do you know, "What is it ?"

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Connection-55 Fiction

noreply@blogger.com (Mahesh Kalaal) — Mon, 02 May 2011 18:04:00 +0000

Note:- 55 Fiction infers to fictional writings bounded to a maximum of fifty-five words.

Connection

Cafe Coffee Day, Six pm…

Unexpected rain…

Since few months, Chandu was eagerly and anxiously awaiting for that special day.

She was in front of him now.

Though he knew that she wouldn’t reject his proposal, he was bit apprehensive.

He looked straightly into her beautiful eyes and said, “Could you please dump me ?”

Journey - 55 Fiction

noreply@blogger.com (Mahesh Kalaal) — Wed, 27 Apr 2011 18:26:00 +0000

Note:- 55 Fiction infers to fictional writings bounded to a maximum of fifty-five words.

Journey

Summer noon ...... First AC coach...... two guys in chat while typing their facebook updates on Indian corruption and politics..............

................

........

"It is ridiculous to have third class bogies connected to this train ".

"It is quite common to have thorns beneath the roses".

"But still i love them" .

"Why ????".

"Their presence indeed accentuates my luxury and pride".

Duty - 55 Fiction

noreply@blogger.com (Mahesh Kalaal) — Mon, 25 Apr 2011 20:39:00 +0000

Note:- 55 Fiction infers to fictional writings bounded to a maximum of fifty-five words.

Duty

It was his first job.

It was his first day.

He went to temple in the morning.

He was bit anxious and tensed.

He approached his work place with apprehension.

His colleagues welcomed him warmly.

He was assigned a routine task.

He jumped into his work quickly........

......jumped into the overflowing manhole to fix it.

Coexistence - 77 Fiction

noreply@blogger.com (Mahesh Kalaal) — Sat, 16 Apr 2011 18:43:00 +0000

Note:- 77 Fiction infers to fictional writings bounded to a maximum of 77 words.

Coexistence

Raju, a 8 year old boy, lives in one of the worst chronic drought areas of south India.

Needless to say that poverty and migrated father pushed him into child labour.

Everyday, he has to follow a herd of cows, though he is not the shepherd.

His duty is to collect cow dung, secretly.

His sister and mother help him at home.

For survival, his entire family depends on undigested jowar grains, found in the cow dung, everyday.

Precision - 55 Fiction

noreply@blogger.com (Mahesh Kalaal) — Thu, 31 Mar 2011 16:58:00 +0000

Note:- 55 Fiction infers to fictional writings bounded to a maximum of fifty-five words.

Precision

The oxygen atoms are in pact with hydrogen atoms...

The energy transformation among electrons is spectacular ...

The shape of water molecules is quite appealing ...

The chlorophyll is in a mood of transformation....

The sound waves are just around the corner...

It is not a chemistry lab...

............................

......What a shot!!!

It is high definition picture clarity.

Profession - 55 Fiction

noreply@blogger.com (Mahesh Kalaal) — Sun, 13 Feb 2011 18:16:00 +0000

Note:- 55 Fiction infers to fictional writings bounded to a maximum of fifty-five words.

Profession

They take your hard earned money, with all your consciousness, through different means and at different times.

You cannot avoid them.

They are everywhere.

They appeal you emotionally with their masks and behavior.

They exploit you for being empathetic.

This virtual robbery happens daily.

You feel very helpless.

They are not beggars, they are corporates.

Lief Lifes - GingerChai 55 Fixes

noreply@blogger.com (Mahesh Kalaal) — Fri, 04 Feb 2011 15:09:00 +0000

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Lie

Indira, never bothered about price tags, was flushing thousands of bucks in the city's most ostentatious mall...

What mattered her was the brands...

On her way to home, she had stopped by a maize corn cart, lowered her car's window, and asked the vendor, "How much?".

He replied, "5 rupees each, madam..."

"...3 for 10 rupees?", she bargained.

----()----

Alive

There are national and international policies and programs to protect endangered species like Tigers, panda etc...

Recent reports reveal that there is one more species which needs attention and focus...

Though every one knows the reason behind the fall in their count, no one hardly bothers about them...

Scientists have named the species as "Indiana-Farmer".

----()----

Live

She used to be very simple with emotional inclination towards societal well being and oneness ...

But, her affinity towards materialistic and consumerist life style forced her into prostitution...

She is so beautiful that customers hardly bother that she has got only one leg...

She is suffering from cancer...

She is not Indira, she is India.

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PS : The word "Indiana-Farmer" is not a typo and i have deliberately used it to represent the Latin nomenclature syndrome of researchers whenever they name something new :)

Sidelines

noreply@blogger.com (Mahesh Kalaal) — Tue, 18 Jan 2011 13:54:00 +0000

When you say, "I love India".

Is your love for India or yourself ?

Republic day is around the corner.

Is it the celebration of virtual Democracy or real Oligarchy?

Justice Krishna has showered his magic on Telangana.

Does any one know the difference between a state's separation, bifurcation and reorganisation ?

Anyway, what shall i call the process of claiming an existed state ?

As per congress, our national scams are either real fictions or fictional realities.

Hope, they have clarity regarding what they have achieved on 15 Aug, 1947. May be, they have been executing 'Royality' till now.

Binayak sen has been sentenced as per the law.

Is it the end of natural and social justice or dawn of Neo-Aristo-Monarchy?

Wikileaks may be useful for many nations but not for india.

Here, it doesnt matter whether things happen in open or they get opened after happening.

When the scams spilled like crude oil,

Had they disturbed the nation or

the nation had disturbed the scam flow?

When the candle blew off....

Had the air disturbed the candle or

the candle smoke disturbed the air ?

Esteem - 77 Fiction

noreply@blogger.com (Mahesh Kalaal) — Mon, 03 Jan 2011 14:57:00 +0000

Note:- 77 Fiction infers to fictional writings bounded to a maximum of 77 words.

Esteem

Since childhood, Karthik is more attached to the patriotic fervours .....

The words tricolor, anthem, slogans, martyrs, revolution, sacrifice and independence, always use to reflect in his paintings.

His painting on 1857 revolt has won him accolades from everyone in the school.

Strangely, till now, he has never attended August15 or January 26 ceremonial celebrations.

His budding integrity and blossoming instinct makes him to strongly believe that the ONE best way to salute the tricolour is ONLY through right hand.

Independence - 77 Fiction

noreply@blogger.com (Mahesh Kalaal) — Mon, 13 Dec 2010 07:26:00 +0000

Note:- 77 Fiction infers to fictional writings bounded to a maximum of 77 words.

Independence

Like all children in the primary school, Karthik has got affinity for flag hoisting celebrations.

It is obvious that what matters for him more is the sweets distribution .

The day has come.

After the completion of all flag rituals and national formalities, the sweets distribution has started and so is Karthik's enthusiasm .

The distribution has ended but still his hands are empty .

He is not sure whether the reason is the school wall or his balloon business.

PS : Am elated to be back from my sabbatical :)

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Celebrations - 77 Fiction

noreply@blogger.com (Mahesh Kalaal) — Wed, 13 Oct 2010 19:56:00 +0000

Note:- 77 Fiction infers to fictional writings bounded to a maximum of 77 words.

Celebrations

The blood on the stone is still fresh, wet and shining...

There are some flowers with kumkum and haldi on their petals...

The holy sacred chants are about to end while the head priest is offering the prasad along with the axe...

The blood drops are falling down slowly from the axe ...

The festival has started ...

but few minutes ago, the same blood drops have sprung out from the neck of a three months old girl child ...

PS : Save Girl Child

PPS : Happy Dasara

Reap - 77 Fiction

noreply@blogger.com (Mahesh Kalaal) — Thu, 16 Sep 2010 21:24:00 +0000

Note:- 77 Fiction infers to fictional writings bounded to a maximum of 77 words.

Reap

One more crop failure will send her into the suicide abyss.

Rajamma shows little interest in the now stunted orange trees.

In her, they evoke only the worst of memories.
Their farm headed for its third straight year of failure.

“I don't care about it,” she says, “if the trees die.”
What she did care about, already did.

Her son Shekar took his life less than a week ago, making her life more stunted than the trees.