Kavita Rawat

“Hansi” by Kavita Rawat

Submitted to Contest #66

"I will go and have a look in the field. I think I had forgot to remove the stone," Sarpanch says. "Now, it is raining heavily. The lightining is occuring. Let it be," his wife says as the lightning strikes. "The crops will be of no use till morning. I will come back in a hour." Sarpanch reach his field. The big rock was blocking the way of water. He rush toward it. The weight was too heavy for his age. He try one more time. The rock landed on his feet. He cries, the blood from his feet make the water blood red. He fell into the field,...

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“City Dreams” by Kavita Rawat

Submitted to Contest #66

 The bus was fully packed with people. Bodhi can smell the sweat lingers on their clothes. The smell of cow dung on their fingernails. There were mostly male inside the bus. She can feel the eyes of the men looking at her. Scanning her, trying to pinpoint from which village she is from. Where must be her husband? Where she is going alone? Bodhi can feel the bile rise at the back of her throat. It is the cheap petrol. It was three years back since she traveled last time. The day she came to ...

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“Game of the Destiny” by Kavita Rawat

Submitted to Contest #62

The hall was kept warm in the chilly weather. The soldier rolled drums making everyone aware of the arrival of King. Wymond straightened up. The golden silk cloak was waving with pride behind the beast figure of the King. The queen's mother Ornell sits beside him. “As you know, my king. Your safety is of utmost priority to us. Keeping that in mind we had hired the best swordsman in the whole kingdom for you.” The hand of the king informed him. “I don’t need anyone to protect me. I will kill anyone with my ba...

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“Princess” by Kavita Rawat

Submitted to Contest #57

“Where are they? Had they taken a day off?” The iron grills feel cold against my warm hand. I tried to move my head out through the grills. Finally, I see them. Their body wrapped in a colorful floral saree. A handbag hangs on their left shoulder. They walk on the streets giggling and smiling. “Laila, where are you?” my mother voice echo. “Coming,” I say. “What were you doing?” My mother asks as I sat on the floor beside her. “I will arrive late at night today. I had clients to take,” my mother says taking the l...

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“Golden pot (Part 2)” by Kavita Rawat

Submitted to Contest #45

The gloomy clouds cover the whole sky. A thunder sound and the droplets began to pour down. Keshav enters the house with his clothes wet. His mother throws a cloth at him. He started rubbing it on his hair. His father sits on the creaky wooden cots. His eyes sunken deep, body so thin as if a wind might carry him away.Keshav hands the money to his mother. The way his father used to hand it. Madhav lowers his eyes in shame. It was his responsibility to support his family. The villagers didn't a...

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“Untouchables (Part 1)” by Kavita Rawat

The sun was waking up in his cloud bed. Birds recite their morning song. Madhav has already completed his chores. The streets were clean. School children were walking toward the school.Madhav came back to his house. His wife hands him a glass of water. She placed one thick finger millet roti, with some raw onions on the plate. Madhav recites his prayer, thanking God for giving him food and life."What will you eat?" Madhav asks."I have for myself, you eat," she says. Madhav knows her wife well. Despite being...

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“Guilty pleasures” by Kavita Rawat

Submitted to Contest #44

The iron wheel screech as it halts at his last station. Zeenat and Mehak were having a hard time, to match their tiny steps with their father. The station smell like a rotten egg. People with sweaty armpits, the cow dung smell on their hands. People were pushing Zeenat on the way to board the leaving train. She couldn't see her father. Mehak was also not in sight. Her voice got suppressed in the crowd. A hand pulled her away, she looked up it was her sister."Walk faster. Why are you looking here and there?" Mehak said pulling her hand."...

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“Black money” by Kavita Rawat

Submitted to Contest #44

The whistle from the pressure cooker makes her husband groaned. She opened the window the cool air splash on her face, the sun was not up yet but to Soumya, it was too late.She peeled off the potato burning her fingers as the hot potato roll up in her hand. The bird chirped out from the clock telling her it was 6 in the morning. A knock on the door."Avinash someone is on the door," she said from the kitchen.Her husband put the cushion on his head blocking her voice. She walked toward the door pulling the blanket from his husband.There was no...

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“Wife” by Kavita Rawat

Submitted to Contest #42

Shekhar pov:-People were coming, and moving out, stroking my hair every time they meet me. The house was glowing with the oil lamp, filled with the fragrance of flowers and rose water. Musicals instruments were playing as people were dancing on the tune. I had never thought my dad will throw an enormous party for securing the first rank.Everything was wonderful, but I didn't understand one thing. What did the girl do? I was uncomfortable the whole evening as she sat beside me. By her jewelry and clothes, I don't think she had secured a rank....

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“Kite Festival” by Kavita Rawat

Submitted to Contest #40

The children were flying kites high in the air. Their hands bleed as the thread made a cut into their hand this doesn't stop them to fly the kites. The energy of the children doesn't seem to lose as the day started to moving out welcoming the night. A sharp cut with the help of wind and tricks made the kite to swirls up in the air before falling down.The children ran behind the kite. It wasn't easy for them to have a kite. They ran into the green field, their height smaller than the grass.The kite settles on the tree the children came t...

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“Only you” by Kavita Rawat

Submitted to Contest #40

The summer vacation has started, which means no homework, no studying, no exam. I spend a few minutes of every day planning what I will do once the vacation started. The bomb arrived on the last day of my exam; they transferred my father's work to a remote village for 6 months. Since the school was shut down my father thought to spend the vacation there. This doesn’t stop there until my cousin Meenakshi came with us. She sat beside me in the car covered in a baby pink dress, her Barbie doll placed on her lap.The ride was bumpy beca...

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“Mentor” by Kavita Rawat

Submitted to Contest #38

"Breaking news" the news anchor announced. "The prime minister had extended the lockdown till 3 May"."He had also appealed to everyone to stay in their homes"." The prime minister personally requested everyone to stay in their homes to come out only when it is necessary". And then Netflix was surfing on the T.V."Suchit yaar, I was watching the news?" I said irritatingly."The news anchor will repeat the same lockdown news for about an hour". He said."And what do you are watching on Netflix? There is no show left to watch". I said as we had li...

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“The burning wind” by Kavita Rawat

Submitted to Contest #37

I was exhausted by walking for an hour in this deep and dark forest. It felt like the forest is attracting me toward himself. Feeling out of breath I sat down at one of the trees tilting in a horizontal manner maybe it was fallen from yesterday storm.I should have stepped out yesterday, the storm might take away my soul with the wind freeing myself from this caged body. Now it is time it is not late to do it anyway I had been walking a long way from the home to complete it.From my back pocket, I removed a small kitchen knife but don't get co...

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