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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.

PLEASE CHECK YOUR PHOTO

Stuti Bagchi

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