Iron Crows

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"Yana… Yana… She always cried, on all those sunny days when I woke up like a tender flower adorned in her vase."

Boom…!  The sound of harshness pierced early morning in my ears and that was the time I realised Mum had left us alone in the world once we called paradise.

Dad said, "Yana my love, stay close."

My eyes welled with tears as I asked, "Dad, what is wrong with our paradise? Why did Mum go?

Dad replied, "Beyond the boundaries lay a mystic land, a land free of terror, a land free of iron crows. Mum has been to that land, to deck it with white band and cheese so that we restore peace.”

I hoped for the best keeping in mind that the sky won’t rest as I saw the iron crows fled over the mud pits targeting its prey where no more Yana would ever join her hands to pray.

Story Teller: Rohan R. Pednekar © 2017, All Rights Reserved