Red rose in red
Written by Bashabi Barari
Photography by Abhijit Dhar
“Agar tum mil jao/zamana chhod denge hum” (if you be mine/I damn care and leave the society)….the song in the bluetooth speaker is making Aadil thrilled. Actually he was in thought of Mashaba,a girl who comes this side thrice a week for errands and flower business.They are seeing each other for two long years but never spoke.The security,sound of boots and rifles,protocols never made it easy for them.Amidst all these Aadil still has felt and seen the untold feelings he wanted to feel and see in the eyes of Mashaba.
“Not any more.I will tell her today,no matter what.I just love her “—Aadil thought holding the bouquet of red rose which he bought for his Mashaba.
“Group F, get ready. Here is the list and go to the market, quick “—hearing the officer’s voice ,very skillfully Aadil hides the bouquet under his uniform. He dreams Mashaba’s blushed cheeks, trembled lips, sweet bargaining for some extra pennies of the flowers. Now, he feels a little nervous —“What if she does not come today? What if she refuses!! What if—”
Breaking news: One of the Indian army base camps has been blasted today morning by the militants.
Shock,surprise, agitation, rush, ambulance, uncertainty, chaos and smoke everywhere.
The red Roses are dark , deeply drenched in thick blood—all red, blood red.