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THE MANSION - a short story

               
 

                  As I woke up from a heavy slumber, I'm first aware of the coolness of the air and a loamy fragrance. A stream of gentle wind rattled the old bedroom window as the door creaked. Removing the blanket on me, I checked the digital clock which read the time as 3:18 A.M. Eventually, I got out of the bed and stumbled across to reach the numb floor in half drowsiness. The wind was nothing but a deeper moaning to the caustic winter air that swept over the ocean. I closed the clanking window to end the moaning of the wind and door simultaneously. Silence. Apart from my own breaths, I heard no sound as if the night was dead.

                 I got down the stairs to drench my thirst. Ever since my childhood, I dreamt of living in a huge mansion along a beach side. Finally, my dream came true as I bought this mansion a week ago, and ever since, it never failed to awe me.

                I reached the refrigerator and drank the entire bottle as few drops escaped to wet my skin. The feel was amazing; I've always loved that. At a distance, I could hear a drip sound, probably from the bathroom. The silence consumed the night so much; that's the only reason I could hear that sound as the bathroom was almost at the end of mansion. I secured the taps and I returned to my room.

                 A bit of fear was induced in me as I reached my room to find that the old window started to screech again which creaked the door. I was not sure if I've bolted the window as I was in half-sleep then. As I neared the window, I could hear the wind making gentle whispers, almost a hissing sound. I surely felt creepy and bolted the window as fast as possible to return the silence.

                 The silence lived only for a ten seconds; as it was broken by a melodious piano music. I was sure that the sound was from my old piano inherited from my grandfather and moreover, no people live near the mansion. It sent chills down my spine as I've closed that in the storeroom down the floor.

                  Adrenaline pumped fast in me and in fear, I've decided to know who that was. The piano stopped playing as I reached the storeroom. I trembled in fear as I've noticed the footprints of blood running along the hallway. Immediately, in no time, I exploded into motion to my room and covered my face with the thick blankets.

                  I've decided not to get out of that no matter what happens. All of a sudden, the window opened, the door, tap and piano making sounds simultaneously. It freaked my feathers out, all I could do was to close my eyes tightly. After a while, the sound stopped. The silence kicked in more fear than the sound as I never knew what was going to happen next.

                 A powerful arm caught hold of my right leg and pulled me out of the cot, started to drag me all across the floor and steps. I couldn't move, I couldn't get free. I screamed in a loud voice to meet someone's help, knowing that it would be a vain. I was thrown apart and as I opened my eyes, I landed in the nearby graveyard.

                 The fear almost killed me and my heart raced when I saw my own tombstone in front of me.

                 I woke up in heavy gasps and screams as I woke up from the nightmare. Drenched in sweat, I saw my digital clock.

It read 3:17 A.M. ( Immediately, it flashed into my that the clock showed 3:18 A.M. in my dream)

The window started to rattle and the door made a creaking noise.

Br'ok'en




The pain broke me,
Into many pieces
Like the cloud,
Broken into falling rain
I'm writing to you,
With broken pieces of me.

I mask my emotions,
To chase the dreams my eyes contain
I mask my sorrows, I mask my pain, I mask my tears,
To lose myself.

Masks, masks, masks,
Too many masks I need,
To drape the whirlpool of emotions flowing,
But, I often drown,
In my own deep emotions,
No matter how deep I go,
I couldn't lose myself,
I reached the stranger's land,
Which once I felt like my home.

Am I broken?
Or Am I Br'ok'en?

Flames of Fortune




Lost in a hole so deep and dark,
Don't know if I could ever return,
Like a kite with the broken string, I'm on my journey,
Don't know where I'm leaded.


As always, will you be my spark?
Will you lead me through the dark?
O' love, will you catch hold of the broken string?
So, that I could never fling....


When we look at each other, our eyes smile, 
Then, why should our hearts stay away for miles?
My heart's going mad, it griefs and bleeds,
But, I still carry dreams beneath my eyelids.

There are millions of emotions my heart is bearing,
Didn't say anything in front of you as I ain't daring, 
Today, my eyes are raining, 
So that even my dry hopes got draining...


There is your name on my every breath,
It will the same till my death,
But, I'm still angry at you,
As you left me no space in my own heart.

The War of Life and Death (part 1)





This is the story of two people; one who fights life and the other fights for life.

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                 War- war can be anything. For a soldier, keeping his country safe everyday is a war. For a cocoon, evolving into a butterfly is a war. For a poor person, finding food and shelter for that day is a war. For a doctor, saving the life of his patient is a war. For a middle-class father, balancing the dreams and responsibilities of his family is a war. The struggle for life is a war.

                Now, I'm in a war too; the war of life and death. I cannot afford to lose this war, for my love and my child. I need to fight, I must live.


*****

"Farewell world ! I'm done with you. I'm going to die", Anya thought after reading a scribble she just wrote.


My life is always like this,
Without hope, without love;
Life is not my friend,
But still surprise me with unlikely gifts.

I want to start again,
Again from the very first,
So that I can find you again;
So, I am merging in the same Earth,
That gave me birth.


                 "My life was always a joke. It always laughed at me whenever I cried. When I lost my parents at an early age, it laughed. When my relatives put me in an orphanage, it laughed. Eversince, it didn't stop laughing at my wounds.

                 When I thought that I would never smile again, in the barren wastelands of my heart, he became speck and spark of hope. He became my world. "I'll be with you wherever you go, till the very end of my breath", he promised. What a joke! The very he messaged me " We're not made for each other. Things are not set between us. Leave and forget me".  And the life laughed again, more harder".

She errupted out of her room determined to die.

                "What are the best ways to die?", she thought as she began to walk roadside. Though she had firmly decided to die by jumping into the water, she has just thought of a review.

                 " Perhaps, I should jump from a building? No, a cracked skull would be a bad sight for my fellow mates at the orphanage.

                 What if I set fire on myself? That's a painful death, as the people say so. Let me embrace the death with little pain.

                  Gashing myself to death? Wow! that sounds perfectly romantic, but what if someone saves me? I can't live again.

                 While Anya thought of many ways to die, she came to a conclusion finally that jumping into the water is a perfect choice as her body would be never ever found. She started walking towards the bridge.

                  As she walked, she noticed many pubs, restaurants, markets filled with nightlife. She began to notice few men staring at her, sometimes giving her a smile. "Beware dear, everyone in the society acts as if they care you", she thought and ambled further.

While walking, she noticed a boarding which read


"Nothing in this world happens by chance. You, the very you is the creator of your own destiny".

                 That was the most disturbing statement for her purpose. " It's going to be all over, it's going to be all over. In a few moments, you're going to be liberated from your eternal woes", she patted herself.

                  Finally, she reached her destination, the bridge. She moved to a silent, dark place and waited till there is no movement in life around. She climbed the bridge and found the big stream of water flowing beneath.

                   "Any last words, huh?, she giggled slightly. "Fuck this world. Fuck my life. Embrace me, O river", and she started to jump.


(End of part 1- story will be continued)



The Broken Soul





You've always been with me,
Joys, sorrows, melancholies;
But, why do I feel alone?
Perhaps, you and me are in a single soul...



I'm like an empty road..
With no starts and no beginnings,
I don't know if you have lost me somewhere,
Or did I lose myself?



Will you meet me in the eye?
And entangle my breath in yours till we die.
Are these words the wounds of my heart? 
Or the love which lies bleeding in my hands since the start?



Today, I found your mirage again, in the desert of my heart,
I chased it to find that our souls are ripped apart;
And again, my eyes went dry,
To know that , in between us lies the vast sky.



         This is my first attempt in poetry. Your feedback will really help me to improve myself. Thanks!

The Hospital - a short story



                  I couldn't hear the ambulance coming. I could only make out its shape through my bloodshot, puffy crying eyes. I was screaming, screaming till I felt my throat would  rip open and my chest explode. I stared as I saw my five year old child's eyes faded out to darkness. It was an accident.

                 I was pulled into the ambulance by two powerful hands as my boy was channelled onto a stretcher. The ambulance was a re-purposed van, covered with green curtains to its sides. It stenched Sulphur and peroxide a bit, but it was clean enough. The ambulance light is blinding, too abrasive for my eyes. Through my teary eyes, I could see his blood soaked innocent face and his little tiny fingers protruding out of the blood stained cloth.

                I wanted to scream, scream too loudly to but I know, it wouldn't help. The ride to the hospital was more terrifying than the accident itself, on every bump my heart beat increased. Seeing him soaked in the blood was very painful; I never dreamed it in my worst nightmares. And it was gut wrenching, that it was the beginning.

               As we reached the hospital, the stretcher was hurried into the hospital and I ran behind it with my soaked eyes. Swiftly, he was carried to the operation theater. It was a medium sized room with a slight hint of peroxide smell. The walls of it began to show cracks, perhaps because those walls witnessed many cracks of hopes and many cracks of laughter. I cried more when the doors were shut.

              After a while, I saw paramedics running from one room to other, talking to other doctors and nurses. I just felt to grab one of them and wanted to ask what the hell was going on. I couldn't see my sweet boy in agony.

              His euphonious words began to reverberate in my ears "Papa, we will play hide n seek. I'll hide and you find me". I never understood why he liked that game so much. Now, he's hiding between life and death. I'll not let you hide, I'll fight for you sweet heart, I promise.

               The sight was so terrible, so terrible that it demands every soul to pray to the Almighty, irrespective of the religion. I never believed in God. I thought He never existed. Perhaps, I was wrong. Perhaps, He exists. I couldn't find Him in the innumerable holy places I visited, I couldn't find Him in the magnificent temples with golden idols, but I see Him in the desperate eyes of the people sitting outside the operation theatres. I see Him in the prayers of those people, whom I never knew.

                My tongue automatically began to chant the holy scriptures I've forgotten ages ago. He is merciful, at least those scriptures say so. Perhaps, He will forgive me for always forgetting Him before and praying to Him only in the time of need. "I will wear my 'Yajnopavita', the sacred thread, I will perform the 'sandhya vandan' every day, I'll help the poor whenever I can. O God, please save my child from this misfortune".

                In the next hours, I spent most of the time praying. It's been five hours since my boy was carried into the operation theater, but it isn't over. My eyes were getting heavy now, I wanted to sleep. Perhaps, everything I see now is a dream, everything will end up soon. Perhaps, the Sun will rise again from this everlasting starless night.

               As my eyes were dried up, the doctor came out of the room. I ran to him in a second. His expressionless face made me more tensed. Please save my child, doctor. Please save him. I cried like a child who came out of the mother's womb.

Mr. Karan, "He's alive. Tough lad, he is".

And my smile lit the hospital.
(Now, on the verge of life and death, I Found Him)

The Destiny - a love story

             
   
                 He woke up suddenly, gasping heavily, unable to catch breath. Since three days, nightmares started to haunt Varun, nightmares known only to him. They started then, when he saw Riya for the first time after two years, at the medical camp launched by him, in Assam.

The scenes started to reel in his mind again and again.


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"It was an alien world isolated from everyone and everything by an invisible aura".

                 Varun knew none in that world. None except Riya and she too knew no one. He was searching and searching for her, in every corner of it. His entire body throbbed with the blood - oozing injuries he achieved in search of her. but they never stood a chance against the pain of his heart. He searched and searched but didn't find her.

                From far away, a pleasant breeze touched him, the breeze of hope. He found her. HE FOUND HER. His heart was at the verge of bursting with happiness, but his face gave no expression, remained as still as a dead oak.

               It seemed that the world moved in slow motion, almost infinitesimal. He saw her directly, she saw him too and the EYES MET.


" Eyes met, still speaking sweet memories, but failed to ignite love".


                They ignored each other even in that alien world by drifting away their eyes and walked apart.


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                 " Do I still love her? Why can't I forget her?", his conscience pricked him right through his heart.

                 "No, I ain't loving her. I can't love her. I won't love her. NO! But, why am I feeling her? Why?"

Immediately, his mind strolled to his memory lane.


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                   It was a rainy day, with wind howling, rain thrashing and clouds rumbling with thunders all over, as if the nature had exact idea of what's going inside his heart. He already lost his world now. He lost Riya. To him, she was his world. The solace for his griefs, the power to spur his ambitions. She was like a breath of fresh air infusing life back in him.

                 She was beautiful; beautiful in the way the cosmetics cannot contaminate her pristine beauty. Nature carefully took twenty-four years to carve her into a beautiful woman, by looks and by heart. More than everything, she was his true friend, with whom he can share his feelings and ambitions. Her sole presence comforted him more than anything. The best in him was (is) her. 

                Holding the letter Riya sent to him, he cried, cried like a child, the flow of tears clearly visible even in that heavy downpour. He proposed her. She didn't accept it.

                " You're always my true friend, Varun and will be. I cannot love you. I'm sorry, but I have to do this, for you. Hope that time will cure your pain. A princess is waiting for you, I'm not the one. Take care"

                After reading this for the seventeenth time, the paper slipped off his hands and touched the ground. It tore into pieces, like his hope which teared into pieces.

After 6 months

               He loved Riya infinitely. Nothing could return the love he gave to her. He found that love when he cared orphan children, when he helped the needy. Yes, the society gave back his love. He became a social activist.


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                   He woke up from the bed and moved to the window. Surprisingly, he saw Riya again at a distance. She saw him right into his eyes. A breeze blew from the window. It whispered "You're always my true friend Varun, take care"



A Handicapped Heart? - an Inspirational Short Story

       
     

                The evening was tedious. My two hours of shopping made me forgot the summer heat, but after that, it had its full effect. To escape that, I started thinking all the way what my mom prepares for supper. It also succoured me deal with the heavy load I was carrying. The city traffic was in its full life, constantly perturbing my thoughts. When I was almost near home, a scene made me stop there and I never thought that it would turn out to be the most inspirational one I have ever seen.

                 On the other side of the road, a blind man was trying to cross the road. He was a handsome man in his early thirties, with a neatly tucked white shirt giving the appearance of a highly educated one. The traffic was in serious roar, so he failed continuously to cross the road.

                 To my surprise, none of the people around him tried to help him despite seeing him troubled. I was on the other side of the road and the heavy covers in my hands stopped me to do that. And after a minute, he tried again to cross by himself and almost got hit by a bike. And again, he failed. Surprisingly, there was no sense of irritation or frustration on his face.

                 Then came a man who might be around 45 years old and had only one leg. He offered his support to the blind man. He directed the blind man while the latter supported him. Together, they crossed the road while a tear escaped my eye. This sight inspires me till date.

                 I seriously gainsay the one - legged person to be called handicapped. It is we who lack good heart are handicapped ( To be frank, I could have helped the blind man and having a heavy load in my hand is an excuse). That reminds me of Oscar Pistorius who said "You're not disabled by the disabilities you have, you are able by the abilities you have".

                 Life is not about earning, it is more about giving. At least, I hope that this incident may change some of our hearts as it changed mine.

A Sweet Love Story


         
   
               Damped in rain, I rushed to the Café and occupied my favorite spot excitedly. The smell of finely brewed coffee managed to reach every corner of my soul rejuvenating me like never before. The winds in the background prompted me to take a trip down my memory lane. The heavenly hot Mocha dropped down my throat as I reeled to my past.

            I have many sweet memories linking to this place. Four years before, I met Riya, the queen of my heart, at the same Café.  I was working in a nearby company then and the Café was my common hangout spot with friends. Those were the days which seemed not very gloomy, but at the same time, not very interesting too.

           One day, during my usual hangout, I saw her. I felt that my heart stopped for a moment, my throat went dry and everything seemed to move in slow motion. She was not very beautiful, but something about her kept me captivated and left me mesmerized. Her charisma, elegance and serenity made me do nothing except to fix my gaze upon her. I don't know what should I call it? Love? Attraction? Perhaps, I should call it love at first sight!!! ( When I said the same thing to my friends, they broke into a big laughter saying that such kind of things happen only when you have high temperature!!) After few minutes, she left the Café with her friends. I felt that I should embrace the bliss for more time. But, it's over. I can never see her again in my life.

               One week later, while driving from my friend's house, my bike got into a trouble and stopped. So, I had to start walking with it. Adding to the trouble, there was a heavy downpour all of a sudden. I could do nothing except cursing the rain. It was then, I saw her again. She came walking towards me and offered a share in her umbrella. Surprise and rejoice overtook me. I felt my heart dancing and a deep felicity rested on my face. I put my bike aside and started walking with her ( I thanked the rain million times later). A rainy evening would be a perfect start for a love story :P

"Thank you. I am Varun, and you?" I asked with a smile.

"I am Riya, Nice to meet you. I know you, Varun. You are a friend of Anaaya, right?"

"Yeah! How do you know?" I asked, with a great sense of astonishment.

" She is my friend too. I saw you couple of times before."

            Gosh, she knew me! I was just too glad that everything was working perfectly for me. I couldn't help myself without getting mesmerized to her voice. Things went perfectly between us. I felt that she too was having a whale of time with me. The raindrops made a soothing symphony yearning to be more in her company. Though the clouds covered the Sun, every time she laughed, that lit the entire world. Minutes passed like seconds and after some time, the rain stopped. We exchanged numbers and l asked if we could bump in the next day. She turned around, gave a smile and went away.

              From then, time took a different dimension. The amount of time is measured in the time I spent with Riya. She made the things happen inside me. She had a great sense of humor and I loved it a lot. The days grew to weeks and then years. We knew that we were getting along very well but we chose stillness. Our hearts spoke much more than the words. Every time we met, we were locked in an invisible aura of embrace, caressing each other,  in a mad love of ecstasy, completely unbothered about the world. I always feared that her departure might gift me darkness with fear.

              Though I knew that she likes me, I feared if it is just like or love. I couldn't even imagine denial or rejection. For that matter, I couldn't even imagine missing her for even a day. Sometimes, I was haunted by unspeakable nightmares of missing her and end up with tears on my face. All those memories slashed my mind when I saw the message sent to her before " Need to talk to u , 6 P.M. Café.

              But, I had to do this one day. I inhaled courage but my heart was dancing with anxiety, fear, happiness and many more emotions. I was in a state which I thought never existed. I already started to profuse now. The rain stopped and a deadly silence consumed the surroundings. In a simple, graceful and aesthetic beach turquoise colored dress, Riya appeared.

" Hey!"

" Hello! Looking gorgeous today."

" Thank you, Varun. Anything important? "

" Let's have a coffee, Riya."

               After having a cup, I asked her to take a walk with me to the beach. The wind started to gust accompanied by thunders and rain. As the nature and I were suffering from a wild adrenaline rush, she seemed to enjoy the sight appeared before her. There were a few white lights before her everywhere and we were the only ones in the vicinity. As we moved closer, there was a large group of candles all over, covered in steel cases giving a spectacular sight. It read " I love you, Riya. Will you marry me?" (That's how I planned my proposal). I took her hand and I got down on one knee with a ring in my hand and said

 " You were always my happiness and you will be ever. I promise that I will love till the end of my breath.

On the path of roses, I will walk on the thorns so that you can walk on the petals. Will you walk with me?"

Surprise and shock occupied her. I couldn't judge the expression on her face. I felt as if my heart stopped beating. The blood started to race fiercely. After few seconds, she said "I'll never allow you to walk on the thorns till I live. I love you too"

I hugged her tightly and her joyous laugh tickled my ear as I lifted her off the ground. Nothing's heard, except our breaths. And the lips met in the dark starry night.

Now, we are a happy couple married for a year. Love is the best thing one can possess. What do you think?

The night sky sans stars.




               Looking out of the window, she was lost in a sea of memories, vaguely able to recollect her ground. She was a dandelion drifting away to timeless reminiscences that had been succumbed to the recent debris of her life. Occasionally her mouth would curl to a smile and the next minute her pursed lips trying hard to stop those well of tears in the depths of her eyes. Every time a tear drop dared to cross its boundaries, she would quietly murmur to herself, "Stay put! hold on."
        
              She had never imagined that her days would be so long without that much awaited 3 hour phone call that would leave her smiling for the whole day. It now seemed funny how she would dig her face into the pillow whenever the message said,"Sunshine." The slight annoying mentions of the mosquitoes in her room, the moth that was freaking her out were now orphaned and screamed for importance and attention. But she knew they had to be inaudible for quite some time. It had been years that she felt her heart race, her stomach lunge and goosebumps transpire on her arms. There wasn't a day that went by when she didn't miss all of that. But, she couldn't change that. Not anytime soon at least. Her mistakes were now going unnoticed. She loved it when she was being corrected, in all those attempts to make her a better person (not that she wasn't one already!). She was now adrift of her surroundings, a sly smile adorned her face.

              Amidst all the sorrow that made her life feel like a turbulent sea, she was anchored to just one word, HOPE. There were a thousand instances when she wanted to let go. Tired of fighting the pain, tired of holding back the tears. Life was giving her a thousand reasons to give up but she believed in that one gut instinct to hold on and hope that next morning every thing would just turn out fine.

             "Aren't you tired of waiting for him? Don't you see that the night is stripped off the stars?", yelled her rather concerned friend tired of seeing her friend's wait cross days, weeks and years of sky gazing in vain.

              "Nope. The star's got to be home. There can't forever be a night sky sans stars nor my forever without him." said she with the first tear drop that was let gone after ages with a glimmering smile.

              She was right. The star had to come home. Her wait did end and her life blossomed in all the colors of fall, winter, spring and summer.

             No matter how difficult it gets, how hard life kicks you, believe in the only fact that one day, everything will turn out to be fine. Realize the fact that distance is never a matter of concern for people whom you love because your love is seamless, boundless and forever. It might get difficult in the beginning, I get it. But would you crib about the pain that is pricking you constantly or embrace the countless moments that you have made with your significant other? You might want to quit a billion times, tired of faking the smile, tired of mustering up all your energy to pull your wagon through another insignificant day. But, hold on, because it's not forever that
                                           
 The night sky is sans stars.

                                               

                                      

Revenge and Hate - an Indo-Pak Story


               For a typical Indian, it is most natural to grow some sort of hatred to Pakistan. Same is the case in Pakistan. From cricket to Kashmir, we fight on almost everything. When it comes to cricket, we don't mind losing matches with Zimbabwe, but when it comes to the match between India and Pakistan, losing the match will be castigated. Thanks to media and movies for promoting the hatred. I have tried to explore the proper reason to hate each other, but failed. Do we really need to hate each other?

This is a short story to change our mindset.
                          
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Siachen glacier, Indo - Pak border:

               That was the moment, the moment they were waiting for years. Neither the pouring down rain could put down the flames of hatred burning in them nor the icy winds of Siachen could freeze it. Bikram Roy and Aslam Buledi were standing opposite to one another with their assault rifles pointed.

               Bikram Roy is an elite soldier who won Vir Chakra (India's third highest gallantry award) for his supreme valor of killing 37 Pakistani soldiers and knocking down 2 of their military tanks while commissioned at Ladakh.  

              Hilal-i-Jur'at (Pakistan's second highest gallantry award) Aslam Buledi thwarted the enemies from encroaching the Lahore front with an exemplary courage by killing 16 Indian soldiers and destroying 3 military outposts.

             Bikram is an Indian, Aslam is a Pakistani. They don't require any other reason to hate each other. Between them, nothing exists, except hate. Three bullets punched into Bikram's chest piercing apart his flesh. Bikram too gifted Aslam a head shot. In a few seconds, both of them collapsed to the ground with a great sense of satisfaction, the satisfaction of avenging their unknown hate.

                                              *******

80 years earlier,

Their grand parents Pratap Roy and Rasheed Buledi too died, died together fighting the British, in Indian freedom struggle.

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Long before in 1947, India and Pakistan were separated breaking the hearts of millions of people. Since then, politicians were successful in inducing hate between each other. We may not become one nation again but at least our attitude towards each other could be changed. After all, we are brothers. What do you think?


An Aspiration - A One Line Story


               Whenever I think of one liners, my focus shifts to the topics that touch my heart. Now, the one liner is on the theme Life and Hope.

               Life is something which always fascinates me. Some people feel it simple while some feel it complicated. Some feel that they have lost in life and there is no reason for them to be happy. They forget that above everyone, there is a person who wishes them to be happy, the person in the mirror. To be frank, very little is needed for a happy life; our way of thinking.

An Aspiration- A One Line Story


He lost everything in his life - job, family, love and money; what he is left with is his future.


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The Blessing of God - A One Line Story



                   She can do her job almost 24 hours a day rarely taking rest and she does it  with utmost perfection. She is an expert in management, finance, medicine, negotiating people, cooking etc. And above all, she doesn't take salary for her job. Might be inhuman? No. Not at all. She is the blessing of God. She is a mother.


This one - liner is on the theme Mother.



After years of service, his mother retired, permanently.




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The Untold Story - a Story of a NATO soldier

The untold story of a NATO soldier



South Kandahar, Afghanistan at 2:00 P.M, mid-summer:

               The air was so still as if it was dead. There was absolutely no trace of life, whatsoever to the extent of the eye. A staunch smell of decomposed bodies occupied the surrounding air.

               Are you sure that they are hiding out here, Brian?", asked Jimmy, the leader of battalion 4 of NATO, breaking the long silence. "Yes", said Brian, the senior-most NATO soldier, highly unconfident in his answer. This was not the first time he answered to this question. Surely, he can see the frustration in Jimmy's eyes as it had been 6 hours since they were waiting in their bunker. Something in his instinct told him that he cannot be mistaken. Last night, he traced a Taliban camp back resting there. 

               It was a harsh weather, where the temperatures reached 55 degrees easily, completely sucking moisture from the air. Moreover, the frequent sand storms made it one of the deadliest places in the world.

               "If they don't show up, are we going to die here, in these disgusting bunkers?", asked I, equally frustrated as that of Jimmy. "Have patience, Adam", Brian replied. Jimmy picked the line "Shhh! They are waiting for the opportunity, Adam. Once they show up, we are going to send those sons of bi**** to hell.

                The same moment a bullet pierced through the wooden part of our bunker injuring Brian on his arm. "Hell yeah! its contest time!", said he, tying a cloth to his blood oozing arm. I immediately caught hold of my binoculars and the sight I saw left me in shock. Our entire bunker was surrounded by Talibans, they outnumbered us by three.

               When I turned aside to explain Jimmy the situation, he already started to take steps. Wasting no time, he segregated our entire batch of 84 to 4 groups, I leading the left-most group. "I want every one of you to attend to the party", Jimmy encouraged.

               As a SEALS member, I was trained to handle the most dangerous situations I would ever face. Finally, after a dead minute, firings started. Both of the teams gifted bullets to each other. All  of a sudden, a bullet penetrated into the bosom of Spike, a new recruit instantly sending him to death angel. With the increased rage, I installed a rocket launcher on my shoulder and fired tens of Talibans to death. Continuously, I was losing my companions. Suppressing the stream of emotions flowing, I had to move forward. After an hour of fierce battle, finally, silence ruled again. The desert became dark red, as if that were a bloody sea with corpses floating on it. Finally, we won, we survived. Unfortunately, only 28 of us were present for the party.

                 "Jimmy, where is Jimmy?", came Brian shouting. "Jimmy is no more", said Carter sobbing. Brian and I rushed for searching Jimmy's body and ultimately, after minutes of search, we found a fleshy, charred and completely disfigured corpse containing "The Best Soldier, NATO, 2010" medal and a badge bearing the name "Jimmy Warner". Our hearts wrenched with pain.

                We began our search to save our injured and killing the injured Talibans. Moving forward, a low groan caught my ears which dragged me to a short, small and handsome boy whose age wouldn't exceed 16. He was constantly repeating Ù…Ù† Ù…ÛŒ خواهم به شما Ù…ÛŒ بینید، مادر (I want to see you, mom (In Persian)). A freshet of blood dribbled out of his stomach whenever he repeated the words. His pain was so heart-breaking that I had to ease that with a bullet. "That makes your count to 93", Carter said. Tears drenched my face by then. 


                                              *******

               An invisible world encircled me throwing me to a dark corner. "Why did you kill my son?", asked the mother of the boy. "You killed my only son, he is not even 16 years old. How would you know the pain of a mother, you cold-blooded monster?" 

              Then the boy appeared "Why did you kill me? You separated me from my mother. You just killed me coz you have extra bullets in your country? One day, you have to answer for your sins".
    
                                             *******

               The words echoed again and again pricking sharp fences into my heart. "No!, please forgive me, please forgive me", I woke up sobbing severely, in Bagaram airbase. 

                "What happened Adam? Is it a nightmare? Since 3 days, you have been crying. What happened?", asked Brian. "Hmm, it's not nightmare Brian, it's a fact," said I, wiping my tears. " What sin did a 15 year boy do that I have killed him? What right do I have to separate families? I am an evil, Brian".

                "Adam, there is nothing called good and evil here, there are only two things, survive or death", he said. "I know, Adam ", he continued, "Killing people is not good. 5 years before, after my training as a SWAT soldier, when the government posted me to Afghanistan, I thought war was going to be heroic. But now, I don't see heroism in killing people, I don't see fun in seeing people losing their families, but as I said we have to survive, for us, and for our families. Remember, war is a place where young people die and old people vie."

                "Get ready boys", we are into a new mission. "Talibans are in again", alerted Carter. In an hour, we got into war field again. The opposition had many youth whose age limits to 25. We emptied the ground in 3 hours. At the same time, we lost many of our companions. I was struck again when I saw a corpse of a 20 year juvenile. "Keep moving Adam", Brian patted my shoulder.

"Keep moving boys," I shouted. 

The Desire - A One Line Story


With the encouraging responses to my previous one liners on the themes heartbreak, hope and inspiration, here is my new one liner on the theme " Desire".

The Desire


The stealing glances between him and her threw them to tangible, invisible worlds provoking the flames of desire in them.


A Colorful Gaze - A One Line Story

             
A colorful gaze
 
                 HOPE is perhaps, one of the most powerful words in English language. "I was never crippled until I lose my hope", says Nick Vujicic, the founder of life without limbs. Disability is a state of mind. There are many lion-hearts who are proving that their physical disability cannot deter their growth and I salute each one of them who believe that their ability is far stronger than their disability.

This time, the one liner is on the theme hope & inspiration.


A Colorful Gaze

"To him, life is always colorful, colorful in its own way, despite his blindness"



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The Eternal Heartbreak - A One Line Story

The Eternal heartbreak

                 The sweet poison, LOVE can wire our hearts with immense ecstasy yet it could easily puncture them with gut-wrenching pain throwing us to a void of darkness. Still there is a beauty about love, the language of the living.

Here's my maiden attempt to write a one - line story on the theme heart-break. 


The eternal heart break

" Eyes locked, still speaking sweet memories, but failed to ignite love"



The Incomplete Story

             
     
                   I took a train to Chennai for my friend's marriage despite my laborious routine. Usually, I prefer window seats to aisles. It is because of the hope that the gushing winds kiss away my pain & memories along with them. Even now, I reserved a window seat. The train took a start. The pleasant scenery and the slacky breezes pinched off my melancholies. As the train picked pace, the sedate winds are converted to gushing winds. Contrarily, at this time, instead of carrying away my memories, they brought them back, the same memories I left to them long back. Perhaps, they want to tell me back my incomplete story, the story of Varun.

*******

                 "Varun, the dumbest nerd" was my title in my early tens. They were right. I was all alone, no friends, not even many acquaintances. "Why don't people like me and why don't I have friends?" was my ever-pondered question back then. It seemed that all the gloominess in the world creeped onto my face. One day....


                 "I am Riya and you?" she asked, tucking her dancing loose hair behind the earlocks. I am Varun, said I , walking away. She catched my pace & said "Why do you always seem dull, Varun? You don't talk to anyone. Why?" I have no friends, Riya and I don't think people like me. "Love yourself, Varun. When you don't love yourself, how can you expect the world to like you? By the way, can I apply to the post of your friend?" she asked smiling. A gentle smile rested on my face. That was a smile which bloomed on my face after years. Of course Riya, thank you very much. "Bye, Varun. It's time for my music classes. C ya". Giving a firm shakehand, she left. That one shakehand gave me hope that her support can end my never-ending sorrows. Moreover, I got the answer to my ever-pondered question. Love yourself.


                 Finally, I got a friend. There were celebrations inside. Since then, we became good friends, sharing our joys and sorrows. I started to love myself and I made many friends. Those who ridiculed me before started to behave nicely to me. The world seemed colorful everywhere, beautiful in its every inch. We used to share everything from hilarious jokes to senseless talks.

                 Years passed by. Our friendship became more deeper. Luckily, I was placed in the same engineering college as hers. Riya used to live nearby my house. We used to help each other assignments and lessons (I was a "normal" at studies). Though I had many friends, she was my most special friend and it was the same for her.

                 I know that I love her a lot but I never expressed it for the fear of losing her friendship. I couldn't even bear the thought. Years passed like minutes and finally we completed our graduation. At last, inhaling courage, I decided to express my love to her. I proposed her on our graduation day. She was unsure how to react. She didn't accept. She tried to convince me that we are good friends and she don't have any feelings on me. I felt broken, inside out. I acted like I was convinced suppressing my stream of emotions. 

                From then, things were never like before. A bit of distance grew between us. One day, she joined a job in Delhi. Tears spoke between us during her send off. Unwillingly, we stepped away; to the paths He destined us.

               She never spoke to me from then and even I. I waited for her call but she never did and my attempts of contacting her were unfruitful. Later, I understood that she did that for me, my own sake. She sensed my emotions (After all, she is my best friend. So, acting didn't work out) and to stop me from raising blind hopes for her, she did it. It costed her too much of pain but she had to do it for me. 

*******

                 My fingers rolled on the invitation card which I received yesterday. A golden colored, marvelously designed card it is, which gives a sense of awe to anyone, not to me. It's the marriage of Riya!!

*******

To my very special friend, 

It's been years since we met. I know that you are angry on me but I had to do it. Waiting to meet you. 

Yours loving friend 
Riya

*******

The gushing winds stopped. It's time for the tears to gush!!!





A Forgotten Birthday!

               
 
                 The house was euphoric. The happiness echoed from every corner. The asbestos roof creaked. A Half-broken entrance door was wide open for all the guests. Marigold garlands crawled their way from one end to another, mango and banana leaves at the doors and a colorful rangoli at the entrance. This was how a MARRIAGE house looked like. Girls dressed in colorful sarees, bustling in chuckles, receiving guests, welcome drinks, and an elaborate breakfast. But this house in a remote village was different yet beautiful, in its own way! Girls dressed in faded sarees, receiving guests with a beaming smile, serving water in mud tumblers and serving poha for breakfast. Sounds like ignorance? But in reality it was a FARMER’S rigorous hardship for 3 years.  His daughter clad in a bright red saree, was getting ready to be the most beautiful bride in one of the corners of that 800sq ft home, secured for privacy by few sarees of her mom tied across the very corner.  The creaking door, the lack of privacy, lack of elaborate dishes - all of these were hardly any reasons for them to frown. They were happy for their daughter, like any other parents. 

                 The groom and his family had just arrived. The groom, handsome-25 year old clad in a dhoti touched his in-laws feet. The groom took his place quite comfortably on the mandap across the sacred fire leaving space for his fiancé to his right. The bride walked in slow mindful steps, each step taking a lifetime of her energy. In minimal jewelry, tucking her hair behind the ear lobe, and her face SANS HAPPINESS. Ceremonies started. Laughter and happiness dissolved in growing sounds of the shehnai and dhol. It was time for the bride and the groom to take vows of marriage in the presence of the holy fire. They circled or took the ‘phere’ and promised to remain with each other during health and sickness. VOWS - TAKEN. DOWRY - TAKEN.  HAPPINESS – DOUBTFUL. Amidst the growing sound of the shehnai and laughter, the bride quietly whispered to herself,” happy birthday to me.” The happiness of her marriage deafened the happiness of her birth – her 11th BIRTHDAY!

The College Days

             

                Varun, wake up. It's already 8'o clock, screamed my wife Anu. Please lemme sleep Anu, it's a holiday after many days. Though it was a rainy day, my instinct suggested me to wake up. Unwillingly, I woke up yawning stretching like a cat.

               Finished brushing my teeth, I occupied my favorite wooden chair watching the rain. Something about the rain seemed familiar to me. Then comes Aisha, my little angel running towards me. Dad, we have farewell party today as this will be our last day in school. "That's nice, dear but it's pouring heavily outside. Can't you just skip it?" I asked. She replied "I can't miss this dad, I dunno how many of my friends and teachers I could meet after this year". Kissing on my forehead, she went to her school bus. "Have a blast, Aishu", I said waving my hand. "Okay dad," she replied.

                That reminded me my college days. Nikhil, Datta, Dileep, Abhilash, Pranay, Anaaya and...and...Riya. "Varun, what happened?" asked Anu rounding her hands around my shoulder. "Nothing, Anu. I just remember my college days. A cup of hot coffee will perfectly do the job," I said.

               Then, I opened my graduation day album gently rubbing every photo with my fingers. There comes our batch's group photo. "Things have changed a lot," I thought. Those were the best days in my life.

                It struck me suddenly, the first day of my college was also a rainy day. Since, the day my seat was confirmed in Vasavi college of engineering( a renowned college in Hyderabad, India), I carried a pride that I could achieve such feat. I wore a new yellow shirt, blue jeans depicting my enthusiasm to join the college.

                I was standing near the corner of a function hall where my bus was supposed to stop. Irritated by the heavy rain and also as the bus was not showing up, I cursed the bus driver and started to observe my surroundings. A girl was standing at the other corner, wearing a turquoise color dress. The dress was not grand but as she wore, it looked gorgeous. She seemed as disappointed as me for the bus. I yelled at myself for not knowing her before though we live in the same locality. Thinking that its better to make a little chat before bus comes, I introduced myself and drew near to her. She seemed more beautiful than before. "I am Varun from mechanical engineering. Glad to meet you," I introduced myself. She said " I am Riya from IT. Glad to meet you too." Then, our bus arrived. I cursed the bus driver again for stopping me talking to Riya. "See you at the evening," she said and stepped into the bus. I too sat in the bus.

               I was no longer bothered about people around me excited and making friends with each other. My thoughts were occupied with Riya, only Riya and talking to her in the evening.
          ***
  All of a sudden, it stopped raining outside but still the sun is concealed with the thick clouds.
***
              I went to my class and sat in the first bench. A tall guy was sitting beside me, who didn't have a much friendly look. He introduced himself as Nikhil and the few minutes we spoke, he seemed quite friendly unlike my impression and I liked him. I was surprised to see that all classes have started though it was the first day. But, the classes were interesting. A guy sitting in another front bench was answering all the questions sir was asking. Later, I came to know that he was Datta. We were shocked to know that the college gives a lot of importance for attending classes.

               The day soon passed away. I was preparing entire time in the bus what to speak to her. When I confronted her, surprisingly, I forgot everything what I have prepared. I mumbled my words and afterwards, got her number and left to my house saying that I have some work. I did that not to make her feel awkward by my mumbling.

                  Going to college, enjoying classes, bunking some of them became a routine. Talking to Riya in the morning and evening were the best times though. I made a nice batch of five me, Nikhil, Datta, Dileep, Abhilash. Dileep was rockstar of our college. We used to enjoy a lot. Of all the professors who teach us, Mr. Venugopal Rao, our chemistry professor was very intriguing. He used to wear a pant without belt and had a little tuft coming out of his bald head. The reaction of adjusting his pant and tuft was one of the best moments. And also the hilarious jokes of Fanindhra in his class added more flavour.

                 Travelling for a long time was not at all boring with the activities we used to conduct in the bus. Our bus driver, Habeeb uncle was a crazy guy. He used to stop the bus to a side whenever we messed up things and that was obviously an enjoyable moment. Classes went on and in the meanwhile, my friendship with Riya also strengthened. Days passed by and we ended the first year happily. Finally, honeymoon period in the college was over.

                 From second year, the college seemed pale and boring except for the time I talk to Riya. I no longer travelled by college bus. Endless journeys in the city bus was disgusting. The interest in classes was lost. Especially, our basic electronics was sleep inducing. Even Abhilash, topper of our batch could not stop his eyes closing. The only thing I did was to reach to the level 140 in minion rush.
  
                Anaaya, though we were from same bus in the first year, I dunno her much then. Now, she became a very close friend of mine. The attitude she had towards life and this world moulded me a lot. We used to have late night chats speaking all about life, people and this world. I shared my feelings towards Riya with her and I was later surprised to realise that she was a close friend of Riya as much as she is to me.

              Then comes the most prestigious VPL, a cricket league of our college. I am a very good player of cricket, so that made me select in the team of our branch. I was called "Bullet arm" for the speed which I bowl. Our team was not very strong, but our coordination was excellent. With our team spirit and obviously with the help of bullet arm ( :P), we won the VPL title. And there ends our second year.

             Next years seemed more boring. Everyone of us were involved in tech fests, internships, and shaping our careers. There was a little time for fun. We, a 25 member batch from mechanical engineering has designed an ATV ( All Terrain Vehicle) won us many prizes and we became celebrities of our college though Pranay was the mastermind behind our success. I was lucky enough to be a part of that.
One fine day, I proposed Riya. She rejected me saying that I was a very good friend of her, a friend. My heart was broken into pieces. None could console me, not even Anaaya, Nikhil, Datta or anyone. I stopped going to college and sat at home giving opportunity for tears to speak.

***
It started raining outside. It poured down heavily along with the wind blowing hard.
***
               All of a sudden, Riya messaged me. She could convince me that she was not correct for me and she would be happy to see her friend growing in his life. Hopelessness took me apart but time cured my injury. This year, we finished bad in VPL and the reason for it was me.

              We came to final year. There was a happiness and sadness in the every soul. We were happy that we are going to stand on our legs and at the same time, sadness consumed us for the fear of departing each other. I could achieve a job in Mahindra and Mahindra, which was our dream company. Nikhil, Datta cleared FMC, a well renowned company. Abhilash got the highest package of 10 lacs in Tata Aeronautical services. Dileep left his job in Bosch and started a rock band. Pranay too left his job and started a designing company. Anaaya and Riya were placed in Microsoft.

               All the time during our four years, we never liked to attend classes. But then, we were reluctant to leave the college. Tears broke in every eye for missing our college; the same one which we felt boring.

               I felt the same for me. Now there were no chemistry classes, no Fanindhra's jokes, no sleep inducing classes, no Habeeb uncle, no celebrations of the five stars, no late night discussions, no bunking, no VPL, no days of celebration with Riya and nothing. We convinced ourselves and finally embraced each other to start our journeys in life.

A tear rolled from my eye.

***
                I gave a call to Nikhil. " Hello, how are you?", he asked. His voice was as emotional as mine. It was my call to him after many days. " I am fine". After a long pause, I said, " let's have a get together.


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