SMASHY EVE(MICRO FICTION)

  SMASHY EVE(written in 2015)

Time-Just after the December of -it’s January .There is a cottage situated at the end of a village -named “Shringam”.

There lives a Black-magic practitioner who wants to spread the good effect of black magic world wide.he is from a very poor family-his background is somewhat unknown.villagers say that his father used to work in paddy field rearing and his wife assisted him. Their son Trixion used to play with some torn out dolls and other articles thrown out by rich landlord’s child.The landlord of this village had one daughter-Mishika .Mishika was much inclined to read ghost stories and had nightmares while sleeping.

Mishika used to make dolls with woods and clay,she played with them and threw outside of the mansion .she had an obsession with dolls and every time she made some new and threw out the old.

Trixion used to play here and there of the village and collected the broken pieces of dolls,thrown out by Mishika.

One day Mishika noticed from the window that one boy elder than her,is collecting the broken pieces of the dolls made by her.

She was curious to know,who was he?Trixion ,one day looked at her but by his natural shyness he remained silent. He felt attracted to Mishika –All these scenes flashes in the eyes of Trixion,he is much older now,lives alone in that cottage.At one chilly afternoon he sits at his cottage.thinks of his past. This enthusiastic childhood made him today’s Black magic practitioner-Mishika’s love and friendship,and their silent art of conversation.

(That village “Shringam” had a very mystic and shabby backdrop-there lived a very few inhabitants and Trixion’s cottage was at the end of village. Natives of Shringam were very honest and humble and they had a very strong supernatural belief.)

Trixion now goes into the room to start his magic. He used his vudu dolls not for anyone’s harm or loss.He only tries to bring about some prick of conscience in the heart of dishonest and power hungry peoples. Those vudu dolls are made of torn dolls made by Mishika.Trixion-being a very natural black magician(he had no guru or this type of training) used to prick at those doll’s heart. His aim was to make rich and dishonest people think of their misdeeds and cruelty as they surrounded the village. His inspiration was only Mishika’s mystic presence in his life.Trixion’s soul's desire was to bring back the money power in hands of poor and honest people.

Peculiarity of this story is that Trixion and Mishika never had a conversation with each other. They only exchanged silent eye contact.

That very evening,Trixion was applying his powered belief on a doll to teach a good lesson to a businessman who wanted to take over the village and make a factory on that land.

He (Trixi) did not believe in killing enemies but tried to bring about a change of mind only. At that night, Trixion steps out of village ,goes to meet that business person .But never returns.

No one knows what happened to him. Mishika awaits him forever,with no tear drops in her eyes,

only with a mystic smile like the painting of Monalisa.the pain suppressed in her heart-will she ever get Trixion back?


The End.


SMASHY EVE -Audio

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