1653 …. Season 3 / phase 3
Writer : Akila Raza
Editor: Edu Ngamz Wangama
Acknowledgement: Mitul Shah (thankyou for brainstorm with me Jiju)
Critics
Batul Ladak
Zainab Ladak
Samiha Shabbir
Fatema Nathoo
Shayaan Navid
Shahveer
” The storms I survived wrecked me,
The Pain I swallowed infected me,
The misery I endured destroyed me…”
Stream verse credit : Palo Barker
Time was like sand , slowly slipping away, fear and anxiety found its way towards sameer… For how long was he going to pay the price for that one mistake…he wondered. He looked at Amy’s sleeping figure, all hopes seemed to be slowly moving towards its own demise… despite being a Spirit , Sameer felt like he was going to die again..tears gathered , he let it flow….did spirits ever cry? Maybe not but Sameer did…. His memories came alive along with his tears, he regretted having tampered with 1653 but what else could he do…. Years back when he was in his early adolescence, something happened that turned his miserable life into something amazing…
Sameer was 14 , his widowed father and him moved to a new town, nothing unusual, sameers father always got transferred every few months, Sameer hated being a nomad but he had no choice, this was one of those days when he was told to pack and within an hour he had to say bye to the town he had just started adjusting to. What a life to lead….he had even stopped wondering what lay ahead.
When they reached the new place,his heart sank into his boots….this time they were going to live near a slum area…great, as if shifting wasn’t enough, now poverty also was going to be there companion.
In his state of misery , Sameer shrunk into himself, but not for long, one day as he was strolling alone, his eyes fell on this 9year old girl….his heart skipped a beat, he had never felt anything like this before, his blood veins danced rumba salsa and chachacha …he was on cloud nine but his vocals decided to betray him, Everytime he thought of approaching this lovely Angel, his voice took of in a different direction, but he never gave up, he kept a distance but made sure never to loose sight of her…. Then one day, he had enough, he gathered courage and decided he was going to approach her…. Unfortunately fate had different plans, that evening when he decided to go confess his feeling, hell broke loose, the sight before him was just unbelievable, he was a few metres away from her house and he saw the neighbors had gathered , as came closer, he gagged, there was a dead body at the door step, there was a woman wailings and that girl …..that girl the sight of her was just not of this world……
Sameer let out a loud cry and sat down he was shaking, Flora came foward and comforted him, he hugged her …he found motherly comfort in her embrace… ” I never even got a chance to ask her name flora, she looked so devastated, then before I could gather courage to see her again, my father got transferred and we moved away….I couldn’t get her off my mind , years later when 1653 was in the making, that girl crossed my mind, and I thought maybe I could bring 1653 to life and see my pretty angel in her….I meant no harm flora…I was just searching for my first love” Sameer sobbed ….he broke down ….Nora was overwhelmed and left her upside down state and floated to where Sameer was, he looked so helpless and broken like a small child, Flora held him …” Cry it out my child ” she whispered…her eyes were filled with tears… Finally Sameer calmed down and smiled and Flora…Nora hugged him as well .. ‘ hey bro, chill, we won’t let you fail…. We will do this together…” She encouraged him, he looked at Flora who gave him a gentle smile…they stood up and approached Amy’s sleeping body…. ” Hold my hand Sameer, no matter what happens,Nora and I will help you get out of this shit together” Flora hugged Sameer and he had not felt so good In years….mother was not always the woman who gave birth….anyone who was able to shower their love on you was a mother….. It was time to enter Amy’s mind…Sameer no longer felt afraid because now he had his mother ….
” We go?” Nora asked …Sameer smiled ” ladies first” he replied…
Unrefined Poetry 