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ritudimrinautiyal

Senior Member
The Name

With half closed eyes,
and in detached sense of his own body,
strings of memories started appearing,
as if the curtain was raised at this moment only.

Mamma Dadda, little Annie and him all lying in pool of blood.
Uncle Peter taking him to Hardy's workshop,
telling him to use him and feed him.
And Hardy didn't ask his name ever
calling him by name, loser, asshole, fucker, forever.
The tools loved him, would appear from anywhere,
when he needed them.
And their presence making his life more worth.
On the other side of the road at 10 am daily
she used to arrive, waiting for her bus,
and there were moments when their eyes used to cross each other.
Was it enought for the bond?
Might be enough for the bond.
That one Tuesday, two men arrived and tried to,
pull her inside the car,
He ran towards the car, few bouts, few kicks,
and one of them pulled a dagger,
stabbed his back,
and both of them flee from the scene.
Before he could hear siren of ambulance,
he heard girl asking " What's your name? "
And he replied " I don't have any ".
" May I call you Edward? " , she asked.
And with a smile in pain, he nodded " Yes".

Ritu Dimri Nautiyal
 
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Jk_Sl

Senior Member
The Name

With half closed eyes,
and in detached sense of his own body,
strings of memories started appearing,
as if the curtain was raised at this moment only.
Mamma Dadda, little Annie and him all lying in pool of blood.
Uncle Peter taking him to Hardy's workshop,
telling him to use him and feed him.
And Hardy didn't ask his name ever
calling him by name, loser, asshole, fucker, forever.
The tools loved him, would appear from anywhere,
when he needed them.
And their presence making his life more worth.
On the other side of the road at 10 am daily
she used to arrive, waiting for her bus,
and there were moments when their eyes used to cross each other.
Was it enought for the bond?
Might be enough for the bond.
That one Tuesday, two men arrived and tried to,
pull her inside the car,
He ran towards the car, few bouts, few kicks,
and one of them pulled a dagger,
stabbed his back,
and both of them flee from the scene.
Before he could hear siren of ambulance,
he heard girl asking " What's your name? "
And he replied " I don't have any ".
" May I call you Edward? " , she asked.
And with a smile in pain, he nodded " Yes".

Ritu Dimri Nautiyal

Lovely words Ritu
Keep it up x
 
The Name

With half closed eyes,
and in detached sense of his own body,
strings of memories started appearing,
as if the curtain was raised at this moment only.
Mamma Dadda, little Annie and him all lying in pool of blood.
Uncle Peter taking him to Hardy's workshop,
telling him to use him and feed him.
And Hardy didn't ask his name ever
calling him by name, loser, asshole, fucker, forever.
The tools loved him, would appear from anywhere,
when he needed them.
And their presence making his life more worth.
On the other side of the road at 10 am daily
she used to arrive, waiting for her bus,
and there were moments when their eyes used to cross each other.
Was it enought for the bond?
Might be enough for the bond.
That one Tuesday, two men arrived and tried to,
pull her inside the car,
He ran towards the car, few bouts, few kicks,
and one of them pulled a dagger,
stabbed his back,
and both of them flee from the scene.
Before he could hear siren of ambulance,
he heard girl asking " What's your name? "
And he replied " I don't have any ".
" May I call you Edward? " , she asked.
And with a smile in pain, he nodded " Yes".

Ritu Dimri Nautiyal
Hey Ritu,

I read this story with interest. The message I took away is that when you are lost and don't even know who you are, love gives you a name; love can give you an identity when you don't have one.

Lovely concept.

Very touching.
 

ritudimrinautiyal

Senior Member
Hey Ritu,

I read this story with interest. The message I took away is that when you are lost and don't even know who you are, love gives you a name; love can give you an identity when you don't have one.

Lovely concept.

Very touching.

Lovely Happy. You again hit the bull's eye. That was the exact thought with which I wrote it.
Thanks a lot again.
Ritu
 
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