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ALL INDIA
ASPIRING WRITER's
AWARD
Stuti Bagchi
REGISTRATION ID
C1935
YOUR FINAL SCORE IS IN BETWEEN
9.21 - 9.75
IFHINDIA CONGRATULATE YOU FOR BEING IN THE TOP 10 FINALISTS.
YOUR FINAL SCORE WILL BE ANNOUNCED IN THE AWARD CEREMONY.
1. THE TITLE WINNER SCORE MUST BE MORE THAN 9.70 WHO WILL BE WINNING 1,50,000/- CASH PRIZE & YOU MAY BE ONE OF THEM FOR SURE BECAUSE OUR FINAL WINNER IS IN BETWEEN THOSE TOP 10 FINALISTS INCLUDING YOU.
2. SINCE YOU ARE ONE OF THOSE TOP 10 FINALIST YOU WILL BE GETTING EXCLUSIVE GIFT COUPON WORTH 5000/- EACH
(Note : You must participate either in ONLINE EVENT or OFFLINE EVENT without fail to get your AWARD BENEFITS)
3. ALL TOP 10 FINALIST INCLUDING YOU MUST PARTICIPATE IN THE MEGA EVENT EITHER OFFLINE OR ONLINE BECAUSE EVEN YOU MAY BE THE ONE WHO WIN THE TITLE FOR SURE.
4. INCASE YOU ARE NOT WILLING TO PARTICIPATE IN THE MEGA EVENT/ AWARD CEREMONY EITHER OFFLINE OR ONLINE then your journey in the contest will end here. HOWEVER YOU WILL STILL RECEIVE THE BEST 25 WRITERS BENEFITS but you will not get any benefits for being in the TOP 10 incase you quit from the contest hereafter.
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Written By
Stuti Bagchi
UNSEE
Rags.
A torn Mickey Mouse shirt, a stained green skirt.
Flesh and a few tired bones.
Her dirt-streaked face was
pressed to my car's window,
peering in,
her lips mouthed-
"Pens for ten, akka.
Or you want a balloon?
Just twelve..."
Her age couldn't have been any more
either.
The little girl's little fingers barely
managed to keep a hold
of the big red balloons.
I didn't notice much, though.
Not then.
I didn't notice much
of anything.
Today's exam had sucked.
I couldn't remember the mirror formula
try as I might.
And I kept mixing up the AC and DC motors-
so my head steamed.
I clutched my bag over my crumpled skirt
and kept my face away
from the window,
from the rippling balloons.
The driver had to take me home quick.
The traffic light was going to blink a loud green;
and he shooed her.
He shooed them all-
the ones who couldn't walk,
the ones with the shredded faces,
the ones too old to remember their names-
bent malnourished grandmas
with sallow skin
and silver nose rings.
I usually slipped them a rupee
from my canteen money.
But nothing for the kid.
The driver humphed threateningly,
and it was all the recognition she got.
She banged hard.
Once, twice, against the glass-
a few pens slid to the road.
I had to look.
I had to see those eyes.
God.
Those eyes.
On a little girl.
One couldn't see,
one I couldn't bear to see.
It shimmered with pain,
the kind
even an apathetic schoolgirl couldn't ignore.
It broke my heart-
the angry glaze
the desperation.
It broke my heart,
and something slapped me.
Or I wish it had.
Because my chest didn't feel right.
I worked my dry mouth open towards the tiny face-
but I was still silent
when the car drove away
in a rush,
with one of her pens rolling under.
I was silent.
Burning inside.
Shame, I think.
Shame I didn't feel
I would ever deserve.
That busy afternoon,
I was forced to turn.
I'd never turned before,
for anyone,
yet I had to look
through the maze of honking cars.
I had to look
for the eyes I wish I hadn't seen-
and a heart-shaped balloon
fluttering in the summer wind.
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Stuti Bagchi
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