Tch Tch Tch

Just another day, another baby crying. It was of Miss K, Her Baby had just turned a year old, they were sitting in this cafe, while the song of heaven was playing at the back, it was almost precious that she just couldn’t stop admiring the beautiful piece of art that she had possessed the power of forming, “Tch Tch Tch” the baby would utter, with that enchanting clamour of sheer cuteness. As she would wipe the baby’s face off the tomato ketchup with her own dress. “Aren’t you a cutie” pigging her cute pink nose. Stuffing her up with a little burger that the chef had been kind enough to make as a birthday treat, as she had been coming here since forever, She was a beautiful woman, always used to be admired for how she pure she was, about how used to put everyone’s needs before her, but that was all tread down because of that one drunken night. Anyway So, She was walking back home, getting the atrocious glares that she had gotten used to, with the ray falling upon the face of her beautiful daughter. Apparently, the road was blocked, so she had to make a call. So they went down the other way whilist she saw a church on her back home, that she hasn’t visited since that night, rings of delight, the carpet, velvet, she walked towards it, she wanted her daughter to attain the blessings of the almighty on her birthday. She reached the door, heard the choir, kneeled, and prayed for mercy, for that one night, prayed for the well being of her one and only daughter, it felt amazing, almost as if god had forgiven her, as if if he had accepted her redemption, as if he had granted her daughter the permission to live a good life, that god was ready to give her an action of atonement till she opened up her eyes, she couldn’t hear the choir anymore, all she could see was a man with a gun in his hand, he didn’t have a face, it was just black instead and he smashed the butt of the gun across her face. He turned around, as she wiped off the blood from her face, couldn’t fathom the pain, but couldn’t let a minute go by either, she looked at the face of her precious, a droplet of blood on her and all she could think was of running, to save the life that she had made, so she just ran, ran the hall with her baby attached tightly to her bosom, blood transfused with tears dropping of her face, she ran as fast as she could till she heard the sounds of the explosions. Stoned with despair, She did what every mother does, she kissed her daughter’s forehead and covered her up with her body. When the explosions were over, the only sound that could be heard was of the child crying.