Poetic Stories

This is a novel which is a work in progress. It will be serialised in this blog. Hope you like it. Will try to update regularly. Even if I can't, please bear with me. 

Disclaimer: This is a work of my wild imaginations, any similarities with any real person or real world events is entirely coincidental. It is not meant to hurt the sentiments or beliefs of anyone or any gender, religion, caste or any group of people

Chapter 1

The journey to Kuraga’s apartment is not a simple one. He has no clue about the roads and public transports. After all, he doesn’t belong from here. A girl around Aziz’s age, roughly five years left to neo-puberty, was sitting on the rooftop of of one of the strange buildings. The buildings here look like pine trees from each side, except for the fact that they were covered in a glass shield. All the buildings are shaped like this, but still somehow they looked different from each other. Some are a bit quirky over there, some might be a bit oblique over here. It’s like each of them has a different character. As if it reflects the character of its inhabitants, so diverse.
A few kids are playing inside the huge glass dome near the centre of the block near the park. All the kids other than some of the toddlers are in fact girls. The dome is lined with vines and shrubs. It looks like a greenhouse. This is the only way human beings can now survive on this planet. Mola had never come to Ino. Not just him, no man has entered INO since the Last Great War. Then, how did he enter and why did he enter INO, no one has any idea. But he seems to be on a quest.
Mola takes the left sidewalk of the main road that connects two blocks. The road is so clean and without any noise. You might have never seen such roads. Your roads are littered with cars and smoke. INO has no car or any private vehicle, yet its residents get their work done on time. He likes this strange city. Except for the obvious differences it is not much different from his city in VIRA. He likes the peace of nature inside the domes here though. It is less frequent in VIRA. He always wants to explore the Open World. But the open world is not accessible anymore. He must not breathe in the open air.
In your world there are a lot of birds in the sky. But here birds are only seen in different zoos. Mola remembers the macaw that he had seen in the metropolitan zoo. He wants to see it fly high in the sky. But since the Last Great War there are no birds in the sky as no bird has ever moved out of the glass structures. Just like you, Mola also likes to see birds. Birds remind him of his happy days in the Hood. “Are there birds in INO?” he thought. “There must be at least one. Isn’t it?” No one was there to answer though.
The sidewalk is a bit broken in some places. The Public Works Geotrain comes every weekend. These will be repaired this week. Mola stopped near the roundabout. He has no idea where to go next.
He started to think, “Which way did she say again? I think I don’t need to turn now. Right? Agh… This is so annoying. Should I ask someone? There’s a girl. Well everyone’s a girl or a woman here! What a strange place.”
Mola smiled at the brunette, and waved his hand. His hand seemed strange to himself. He still hasn’t got used to these lady hands. Nevertheless, he moved towards the girl, who had stopped and was smiling back. She also started to move towards him slowly. She looked very plain with no peculiar or remarkable features. But her smile was something else. It had a welcoming warmth and also a detestable sinister look in juxtaposition. She seemed pretty straightforward though.
Mola: “Can you help me ma’am?”
She nods.
“Can you please tell me where 27th Street is?”
She nods again. She looked a bit surprised, maybe at the formal language or maybe at the strange masculinity in the female body. Something about him was like those abominations. But surely this guy is not trans. Right? Who in the right mind would change their gender? Surely this girl is not trans? At least nobody knows that she doesn’t want to get pregnant by a man.
She shows the way. He has to turn right from the roundabout and then again right, then left, then again right from the next roundabout and then straight from the next roundabout and then again straight from the crossing. Then he will reach 27th Street. Thus in total for 45 minutes. Or, he could take the Geotrain to 30th Street and walk only for 2 minutes. The latter will save him 20 minutes.
“Are you new in the town?” The girl asked, “You’re most welcome to our small town. We don’t have many visitors at this time of the year so I was a bit surprised at first. Everyone is busy with work or pregnant. I will be old enough to be pregnant next year. Did you get it last year? Or are you of my age? They will inject me next year. I am so excited for neo-puberty. Aren’t you excited too? Let’s go to the park. Me and you. It will be fun. I will show you the best fountain in all of the north-west sector of INO. Oh! By the way, I am Cinderella. You can call me Cindy. What is your… Hey… Wait… Why are you…”
Mola started to run towards the roundabout, as soon as he saw the crosswalks turn on. The technology is the same as in VIRA. He shouted without looking back.
“Thank you for your help. I should hurry now. Not today, some other day for sure.”
He panted like a dog on the hot summers of VIRA, when no one can go outside, when he
reached on the other side of the road. He thought, “That girl was crazy. Did she hit her head or is she too lonely? Was she hitting on me? No, I don’t have time for this shit. Why does she have to talk so much?”
He went towards the entry point of the station. It was a beautiful arch with a lot of paintings by renowned 21st century painters. It is now like a primitive relic to the people of the world. Of course not for you people. Those paintings haven’t yet been painted in your time. Mola likes those paintings. They had both men and women as their subjects. Nowadays in VIRA, there are only male subjects in all of its arts and INO has only women. But this is what now has become forever. Men and women do not mix, they must be separated and they must remain like that. Suddenly a loud thump on the shield of the roundabout. It sounded like an explosion. It reminded him of something that his ancestors have experienced. He is extremely scared and tries to hide under the building. His ears are numb with a high pitched noise inside of them. He gets disoriented and falls down right inside the gate, eyes going dark, and becomes unconscious.

To be continued...