GREY DREAMS - A MICRO TALE

Little did I know about myself then, when crows cawed and pigs oinked, when the grey feathers of sparrows fell in the rusty car. I was sitting with my father and gazing at the meadow. I was scared, my lips quivered when I opened up. He looked at me with bloodshot eyes. He didn't smile and I don't want him to smile, I hate his teeth. Don't ask me the reason, I hate it when people people smile from their lips. I expect hearty smile, a smile that should have emerged from their hearts or alteast from their throats, but my father gave me the smile that I hate. I wanted to tell him how much it pains, how much my stomach hurts every day. I experience odd pain these days from those parts which I cannot tell! "Those parts", it is forbidden and it is taboo. But how will I tell people how much it hurts now a days.

 Mummy won't listen, she has to clean the vessels in Anita Aunty's home. She can't hear me properly because of my father's tight slap on her ears yesterday. They fight every day, my mom fought with him because she didn't like the 'Stale' smell. That smell of my father. But how can he get rid of that smell? I asked Malar paati and she told he should stop drinking 'Saarayam'. I couldn't understand what does it mean but still I want him to stop drinking saarayam, stop hitting mummy and and...stop touching me in 'Those' parts. I saw his face again, he glared at me. He glared. I parted my lips, my eye lids drooped, I wanted to tell him how much it hurts, atleast in these grey dreams... 

 " IT HURTS, MY FORBIDDEN PARTS HURT DAD. DON'T TOUCH THERE HEREAFTER" I CRIED. HE STILL GLARED. THE MEADOW TURNED GREY.