Seven Days Of Separation


Seven days

He could barely move leave apart running.. his eyes had got dim. He missed the sight of her.. It was terrible living like this.. every second hurt.. He could feel his bones trembling under the curse of being away for so long.. He didn’t know how long would he make it.. It was tough to move on when every cell inside his body was dying a little every day.

It has been seven days since he last met her.. nothing was the same. his legs were limp.. he could not speak…  he was hurting, bleeding and no one took pity.

 

 

 

Starvation, they say is the deadliest disease.

 

Stay hungry for seven days and you would know that heartbreak is a cakewalk.

 

You can think, cry, curse and even pray when you’re heartbroken, but when you are starved.. you can do NOTHING. absolutely nothing.. you sit and wait for the end to come and it doesn’t.

 

SEVEN FULL DAYS Without a morsel of food.

 

 

Do you know what that feels like?

God made him and God made the rich kids who dumped their fancy lunches in dustbin.

 

Why?

 

What was God’s way of thinking? And we say God is kind.

 

He could hardly open his eyes and speak when a little kid of five years old took pity. He offered him his lunch box.

 

As he opened it, the sight of food made him salivate. He didn’t know what it was… The kid was probably filthy rich, belonging to those upper scale families that eat at fancy restaurants six out of seven days.

However suddenly the poet in him came alive. He was ravenous… anyone without seven days of food will be. But he took all the sweet time in the world to worship the food.

He took the slimy curved falling ropes in his hands… No spoon… He never understood why you would ever need a spoon. Food is art, Food is love, and you should let it reach to you… touch it with your bare hands, feel the connection…

He swirled his hands in the curved ropes, licked them with his hungry mouth and ate them like he was never going to eat anything again. There was thick floating white syrup that coated the whole dish. He didn’t care what it was except it melted like butter in his mouth. The taste was heavenly, it teleported him to another planet. As he pierced apart the top layers, he dived more and found further layers of curved ropes.

 

He looked at the boy and asked what it is called… The boy chuckled, smiled and told American Spaghetti topped with extra cheese. No, he couldn’t even utter the words back. Fancy Food was all he told, but boy, he could bring the food alive with his description.

 

 

When you are having food after seven days, it would always feel like bliss.

 

HEAVENS wasn’t a place… it was a meal after staying hungry for too long.

 

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19 comments on “Seven Days Of Separation

  1. lifestalker says:

    But even after those seven days, he was not able to find his way. Though he was able to find something to kill his hunger, what about his agony i wonder.

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    • ashadeofpen says:

      I surmise that at least getting something in saved him from what could otherwise turn to be a full stop.

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      • lifestalker says:

        I like to quote Charles Bukowski here, “To experience real agony is something hard to write about, impossible to understand while it grips you; you’re frightened out of your wits, can’t sit still, move, or even go decently insane”

        but when person is full of his guilt, no food can kill his hunger.

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      • ashadeofpen says:

        yes guilt is totally different chapter as it can kill a art of you a little more every day.

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  2. Al says:

    Awesomely tasty post 😀

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  3. Seven days? Heck, I am not able to skip one meals! I agree that something needs to be done about this imbalance – economically underprivileged people should at least be guaranteed food and space to live. Our huge population is an issue, but with political will I am sure some sort of social security scheme (that works) can be implemented in India. Let’s hope so.

    Destination Infinity

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    • ashadeofpen says:

      I think you’re right too.. unless something is done, we will continue to suffer like this…
      Starvation, hunger, poverty are all grave issues that demands our attention..

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