Chapter 1: The Emotionless Emoticons

Chaudvin ka chand ho ya aaftab ho,
jo bhi ho tum khuda ki kasam lajawab ho,
chaudvin ka chand ho......

Rising sun gathering peace all around, lilies woken, time has went like chirps of birds fluttering the sky above. it was all a talk of past, what we have now is our good will, delivering some mild positivity to us, flushed with happiness, teemed with thoughts, time passed but we remained still.
Amyraaa, Amyra....
Precious of all, subtle like none she was my favorite. at the time of her birth, she merely breathed and glanced. her mother did all for her, to make her strong, to make her fight the world, she delivered amyra as gift to all of us except her. Amyra's mother was the proudest of all and her father second. Chimes floating in her eyes, voice shivering but still her faith went ahead of all. For me, it was all bewildered. For me one daughter left and one arised, it was that rising sun which captured all this and today this sun is a victim for all happened that night.
"Ah! all that was a past. Amyra, your Abba misses you so badly."
She used to call me Abba, because according to her i was the one who took her beyond her wonted imagination. She was crazy for her dream, of becoming an army officer. And her dreams drove to her destined destiny.
It was the summer time, we all used to sit and grasp what nature is saying, the sharp days and the wealthy nights, all comes to life when Amyra used to shower her uncommon laugh. For her, nights are more pleasant as compared to days. The appeasing moonlight acts as a vitamin source for her. Amyra always wanted to be an officer and equip all the qualities required by an officer. Her senses were so sharp, that even if an ant passes by, she get to know about it. Eyes calming others, the appealing accent seems like a bold officer guiding others way. All we had, was her childhood. And then, came her school days, the most under liked days. According to her, the magic is knowledge and magician is school. As magician used to fool the audience showing the magic, same is done by the school's. Usually whenever she returns from school she always wear a happy face, but once when she returned, her glorious face was hidden somewhere in her bag. I tried asking couple of times, but she denied positively saying everything is fine. Dinner passed, but her sleepless eyes were still lost somewhere in her bag, she shred a paper from her notebook, which she never used to do and walked upstairs. A string of confusion went on, her perplexed expression were out of my capital mind. I followed her, and ended up following her till terrace. I delightedly asked her, "What happened babu?" She replied with subtle tone,"Are all humans equal?" The shaded truth was still covered. I replied,"Yes! babu, all are equal. But what happened?" I saw blur through her mind and she want answer to all her questions. I don't remember when i saw her that confused and puzzled, but these days for her were very difficult to digest. Just because, her innocent mind was stuck in comforting trap, believing that very one is considered equal. I felt like clearing her doubts but clash between heart and brain was ended with a tenacious decision of not involving her in this morass domain. She might get a harsh effect of this on her tentative thinking. She further added, "If all are equal, then why different religions are practiced, why they all cannot gather under one roof and share their feelings with one god?" This question of her's shook me head to toe. She was asking for explanation but will this be a good point of time to explain her about these immeasurable beliefs?, I asked myself. Her curious eyes were demanding an answer from me. My resisting tone was capable of giving a biased answer. I delightedly placed my hand over her head, stroking her hairs and said, "Religion is that string which was promoted just only to handle the beads of inhuman practices, which were so prevailing earlier. But as said every coin has two sides, some interpreted this concept as kind and helpful while others flowed with flow of believing that this concept might not connect their true sentiments to god. As years passed, we are still left with those punctuation marks which assume to control the world till today. Now-a-days, these beliefs are as fake as the faces which resemble ones feeling, the emoticons which are said to be emotionless." She ended with a long sigh, and went off left with mouthful of whimpering emotions. I prayed for her still mind. This day was one of the most exciting and terrifying day for me as well as for her.