Mamta Kalia
Mamta Kalia
Mamta Kalia
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Kerala or Rajasthan in India. Something<br />
is strange every where. Even with media.<br />
He thought ahead of Thomas and Sozen.<br />
But he was just a camel. He had to<br />
act as per the wish of his rider, Thomas.<br />
Otherwise he could have dashed into<br />
the glass-walled rooms of management<br />
trustees anywhere but he had no words,<br />
no vocabulary.<br />
In the dark of night, inside the room<br />
of Intensive Care Unit of Alfred Hospital<br />
of Chennai, there was no one except<br />
Sozen and Pankaj. For Sozen it was a<br />
matter of routine, a daily affair, but<br />
for Pankaj it was different. It could have<br />
been the last day of his life. He had<br />
seen the last moment but surprisingly,<br />
he was not shattered. He had become<br />
part of Sozen and Thomas at the last<br />
moment of his life. But no, that was<br />
not end of the light. He had crossed<br />
a thousand lights mosque on the way.<br />
One thousand lights was an attractive<br />
chance of life. It was not only one ray<br />
of light or hope. It was a collective<br />
preposition of one thousand lights. He<br />
thought, he will go back from the same<br />
road of Gemini Bridge Chennai to life.<br />
He looked at Sozen. He thought one<br />
thousand lights of the Shia Mosque of<br />
Annamalai are glittering on her face.<br />
He had seen the end of life almost, but<br />
was driven back by whom, by his cutefat<br />
wife in the words of Sozen, or by<br />
one thousand lights. He did not know.<br />
He had simply heard a voice. “Where<br />
are you moving? There is nothing outside<br />
except darkness. That is another planet<br />
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about which we do not know anything.”<br />
He had looked back. He had seen<br />
Sozen. There was no one else. His wife<br />
Anupama was waiting outside and mosque<br />
of one thousand lights was around.<br />
Pankaj had looked at Sozen and had<br />
turned back, to his bed.<br />
“You are a different person I know,<br />
but you look like Thomas.” —she had<br />
said.<br />
“When can I meet Thomas?”<br />
“I had just passed through the end<br />
of my life, but still I wish to meet a<br />
new face.” Pankaj said. He was surprised<br />
at himself.<br />
“He may come anytime, he owns a<br />
camel with wings” —she said and smiled.<br />
She looked back. By then Thomas<br />
was there.<br />
Thomas’ face was familiar to those<br />
moving around Chakrata and Biharigarh<br />
of Uttarakhand around Dehradun. The<br />
road to Chakrata was not that difficult<br />
but it was so narrow that one had to<br />
move by sizing it. It was ninety kilometers<br />
away from Dehradun. There were gates<br />
at identified spots. After you pass through<br />
twenty kilometers, you had to wait. These<br />
gates were opened and closed at a<br />
particular time. The distance was like<br />
our age. You run twenty kilometers. You<br />
live for twenty years. Then stop and<br />
wait. First you allow the caravan of<br />
vehicles which is coming back and then<br />
the gate will be re-opened. You can see<br />
around you, women collecting dry-wood