#WriteBravely – The tale of two cities (90 words)

I am taking part in the Write Tribe Festival of Words.

And today’s prompt is – Nurture

blue door in David Street, Darya Ganj, New Delhi

Darya Ganj, Delhi – Pic off The Delhi Walla

The tale of two cities

“I would like to visit Lahore one more time before I close my eyes. I want to feel the earth and smell the air of the city that has nurtured this soul,” said the fading poet. His friends and fans nodded in empathy.

A piece of news spread like wild fire in the silence of the night. Hearts raged and blood boiled.

The next morning, he was found in a bylane of Darya Ganj – blood-less, breath-less, life-less.

His friends and fans didn’t feel remorse. One city nurtures, another one takes.

 

About Anshu Bhojnagarwala

Fiction Addict. Agatha Christie Fan.
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21 Responses to #WriteBravely – The tale of two cities (90 words)

  1. shravmusings says:

    You really have an uncanny sense to weave a strong story with very few words. Now I started looking forward to read your stories more Anshu

  2. Meena says:

    Why did the fans and friends not feel remorse? Did they kill him? Questions ….. questions…… Great story Anshu

  3. Jyothi says:

    Yeah, like Meena, I too have questions! Amazing how you managed to weave this in such few words.

  4. Suzy says:

    I have the same question as Meena. Did they turn on him?

  5. Akshata Ram says:

    This is heart wrenching Anshu, the hatred in the name of religion and country- wish it disappears someday

    • I know Akshata, my daughter already thinks Pakistan and all its citizens are bad. I have a tough job explaining her that people are not bad. But how to tell her about the politicians and the hatred they spread.

  6. shivanisalil says:

    Pithy but an effective piece. What have we become in the name of religion.

  7. Kalpana Solsi says:

    Politicians drew a line and termed it Border and the two countries were born. A bird could fly over the Border without being asked about its identity, religion or caste . But humans are bound to be questioned.

    • So true, Kalpana! I still remember the song from Refugee – panchhee, nadiyaan, pawan ke jhonke, inhe sarhad na koi roke. We made the borders and we are limited and dehumanized by them.

  8. Shilpa Garg says:

    Chilling and poignant!! Loved this powerful story of yours, Anshu!!

  9. Anagha Yatin says:

    The story left me numb, Anshu. The sense and sensibilities of human beings is on down slide for sure.
    Gripping tale.

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