Sunday, December 17, 2006

Big Boys don't Cry

The pain...the unbearable pain.
Big boys don’t cry.
His mother thrashed him for stealing another boy’s electronic toy car. It was actually his brother who had been the thief but he loved him too much to see him getting scolded. He felt like crying but managed to keep his eyes from streaming.
The pain, consuming him bit by bit….the pain capturing his breath…..
Big boys don’t cry.
His beloved left him for his friend. All that she had wanted was his money. He had been duped…..robbed of wealth, and pride. All was lost. A tear was about to roll down his cheek. He rushed to the washroom, washed his face and pretended to be normal.
Big boys don’t cry.
The pain, strangling him….heavy…..heavy……so heavy within his chest. The pain…the piercing pain.
He put everything he had, to get his mother operated. He loved her more than anything else in the world. He held her hand in his and told her how happy he was to see her recover that fast. She smiled and her flesh turned cold. He felt his eyes water. He pulled out his handkerchief and moved it over his eyes to ensure they looked unaffected.
Big boys don’t cry.
The handkerchief is wet. Sweat. Sweat. So much of it.
He throws himself into his chair, his trembling hand reaching for the glass of water. It falls midway. A tear escapes his eyes. Another one. Yet another one.
A body……dead……and wet, with sweat, and with tears.
If only, big boys could cry.

8 comments:

How do we know said...

Tanvi.. why are you writing such depressing stuff girl?!

Not to forget that its well written, but why this?? And i m sure they dont tell that any more.. that boys dont cry?!

vishal anand said...

why such hard hitting writing ..take it easy ladki.. you are just 18 . enjoy your youth while it lasts..
well written though

Nishant Jain said...

thanks

endevourme said...

this was my template some time back
hehe probably u stole it :D!!

Tanvi said...

How do we know, they might not tell that anymore, but some still do implement on it. A friend with this belief inspired me to write this.

Vishal Anand, 18 or 80, everyone goes through hard times, then what's the problem with 'hard hitting writing'?
And this certainly doesn't mean I ain't enjoying my youth.
Btw,Thanks.

Nishant Jain, mention not. You got what you deserved! :)

Endevourme This was my template since the very beginning. You have probably forgotten that you had stolen it some time back :D!!

dc said...

well I must say you write well...do write more often..a lot of people read your space...:)

Wolfsong said...

Hey...long time! I really liked this one even though it was a bit dark (well, I like dark stuff). I can't quite place what I found intriguing. Anyway, hope you're doing fine!

Dawn....सेहर said...

Coming here after a long time...seems your writing has matured. What I liked the best is the minute details in which you see the life...
Keep up the good work...
Cheers