Thursday, July 01, 2010

Her heart cried all night – Part 2/2


Refusals were a part of Gracy's life. From the day of birth, every happiness that came her way was drenched with some poignant sadness. But today she felt too hapless, too tired of her life. Broken from inside, the tears flowed down incessantly.....Continued from here

(Two Weeks ago)
Gracy stood at the driveway while the taxi driver carried her bags to the porch. He seemed to be in a hurry. He bid her bye with doubtful eyes. She heard the taxi drive away. Standing twenty feet away she looked at her new home. She wouldn't call it beautiful, anyone would rather call it no good than ugly. It was a two storey house, dull and shabby due to negligence, saddle roof untended for years. Overall, it wasn't a pleasant house, but that wasn't her requirement.

She looked around. It was a quite neighbourhood. She could see eyes sneaking behind the window screens. She felt her heart thump heavy. The most she'd hate was when people looked at her like that. She wanted to disappear into thin air than stand those inquisitive eyes. But this has happened for years. Life had been unfair to her. But she had learned to bury herself in an imaginary shell. She was a coward.

She realized that she had been standing there for long, so she started walking towards the door. From the corner of her eyes, she could see women from the houses shooing and could feel them watching her, with apprehension. By now any new neighbour would have introduced themselves, but how could she expect them to introduce to someone who have just bought their neighbouring haunted house ?

She searched her keys in her bag. But abandoned the search as something struck her mind. She turned the door knob, it opened. It wasn't locked, not surprising for a haunted house, who  would dare to enter ? The inside was too neat for a forsaken house. The dining table was old and rugged, weirdly, there was only a single chair with it. The chandeliers, the rug, looked ancient and intricate, but covered with dust, unmoved, untouched. The room emitted eerie vibes, so cold, so silent that it hurt her ears. She felt like she was standing in a sole house at the centre of a vacuumed space, in some phantasmal presence. Derelict, just like her.


The night had grown too quite and depressing. She stood up and shoved the chair away. The helplessness was taken over by fury. He eyes which were pitiable, now emitted fire. She ran to the numerous doors, opened them, searched for the lifeless, calling them, cursing them. The house cringed in her shrieks.

Bastards”, she called. “You drove away all the people that came here. And now you refuse to show up. Why ? Why can't you dare to come before me ? Everyone betrayed me, everyone...even my parents...they threw me away, like some sewage. Because I was unwanted to them. When the real life refused me I came here, at least the ones who broke me from the real world would accept me...but no too ran away...come out....bastards come out...”

The lonely defeated woman banged the doors with rage, threw things. All her anger that was suppressed like a dormant volcano, erupted with full force. There was no stopping today, she was not in her control. Life had torn her, dabbled her....She was shrieking with all her might...Curses...Curses...Curses...


A neighbour dialled for police. Sounds of thrashing, shrieks was heard from the neighbouring house. Something has gone wrong with the new neighbour...probably she needs medical attention...probably lost her mind…


And she cried all night…

* The End *

P.S : I know this is very depressing story. But I didn't want to give it an unreal ending. Please share your views. Thanks for reading :)


  1. very sad..
    sometimes life can be unfair totally unfair or why something so wrong would happen to her all through her life. i wonder at such stories how should we say dat everything happens for d good?

  2. Thanks Megharana for reading. yes. SOmetimes life is unfair. But it's painful for the 3rd person also to see someone going through so much pain...

    Hope u like the story(tough sad :( )..

  3. getting into my mould :P but please don't lose your originality...somewhere I find that you were forcing the story upon yourself..

  4. it was nothing short of supernatural. though tragic and emotional story, it was well formed and beautifully made. a very different story that I've read in recent days. creative.

  5. Noooo. I waited for the second part. I anticipated 'her crying all night' with tears of happiness. This is not life, I won't accept it. I would find happiness at any cost.

  6. I LOVE sad stories, since I have this weird twisted logic that life is quite often a tragedy. Liked this one. Feel sorry for Gracy though.

  7. @Tarun
    getting in your mould ? sad stories k bare me bol rahe ho kya ? Hmm...and what abt originality lost ? plz explain...

    Thanks for reading and appreaciating. Glad u like it :)

    ya...Life is not always good or always bad...Life is all about how you feel. If you feel good, good things will happen :)

    Ya...Sad stories itself is a genre in itself. Life is always what you want. so ask for happiness and it will happen :)

    Thank you all for reading guys :) Keep visiting :)

  8. @ Megha...yepp...depressing endings...and with originality I meant that somewhere I was finding the flow of language to heavy somewhere it seems that you are imposing this one upon you

  9. howz work ? still under the load ?

    ABout the language, yes I am trying to upgrade myself, but not too hard :) Hopefully with time, it would come smoothly, lets hope for good. Btw what's your opinion on the storyline ?

  10. @ Megha...Plot was good...different..but could have done better


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