Sunday Column By Buddhapriya Biswas

Sunday Column

When nothing was and all was doomed, in this starless night. I would hang my heavy heart on the moon.
I was walking down the staircase, and stood down the lobby of my apartment. It was gloomy outside. Cloudy enough to rain and thunder again. Big Ben’s voice was all that I could hear. Soon, I started my quest. It was none other than the quest to find my daughter, Susan. I placed the FIR yesterday and the officer Sir Joseph told me to return home and rest for few hours. So yesterday I was home under the shower, and then found my bloody apparels lying on the floor. Also, found my footsteps were silent. And now I am on the quest to find my lost daughter. I wanted to know if she was lost or kidnapped. Alive or dead. And what ransom amount they wanted. I put my hands beside, in search of my car keys in the pocket. But I was wearing none. I jumped and started running. I was running in a good speed. My subconscious asked me about how does it feel being so near to the air, as if getting unite with it. I knew the answer, but still remained silent. The setting Sun was telling me to run. I was glowing in the dark. The spark within me was pushing me to run. The mother inside me was crying and howling.” Work without Hope draws nectar in a sieve, and Hope without an object cannot live.”