The Secret Sister of Awan Alee – Part V

The Secret Sister of Awan Alee

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Author’s Note (Password: sister)

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27 December 2016

Dear Scarlett,

Hey di! Exams are over. So trust me when I say, I rocked ’em. I’m pretty sure I’ll at least get a 7.9 or 8! Now let’s cut the crap and get to business. evil laugh the fresher’s party is happening and on the best day it could happen! It’s happening on the New Years’ Eve. Well to be honest it is the idea of the students living in hostel even during the holidays, and it’s limited to hostel students. But everyone is invited. evil laugh interrupted by coughing this is so confusing when I try to explain. Now, I’m gonna tell you a secret.

Today, in the office of our warden I saw the cutest girl in the whole world. If I’m right (by any miracle) then she’s joining our hostel. If I see her in our hostel again I’m going to die! I just stood  in the middle of the hallway staring at her, it was Naveen who realized that I’m not walking beside them after reaching a few steps ahead. I was so embarrassed! It was worth it, though. I guess Naveen and Azure are back. Bye, good night.

See ya soon.

1st January 2017

Dear Scarlett,

“O serpent heart, hid with a flowering face! Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave?” No, I’m not much a fan of Shakespeare but that’s how I’m feeling right now! Azure is the one I’m referring to. What happened wa— I saw that sonsofbitch talking to the cutest girl(whose name is Punim) I’m not that childish to get mad at him only cause he talked to her, but he even hugged her -_- I gotta talk to him. I’ll be back soon. Bye. Its 2 a.m.

Wow-ow I’m so stupid! Punim is in Instrumentation department and she joined our hostel since her previous hosts of paying guest system had to move out of the city. Her room is right above ours. And oh, Punim is Azure’s family friend. (Now, how does a guy from Iraq have a family friend from Kashmir, I’ve no idea) He introduced us to her, and I discovered that she not only looks cute but has a cheerful personality, too. Btw she appreciated my English accent. Said she couldn’t even guess that I’m not a native English speaker. Right there I felt my cheeks turn red. I apologized Azure for misinterpreting the situation and judging him and now he knows that I’ve a crush on her. Fuck my life, right? Have a good day. It’s just 1 p.m. See ya soon.
-Awan Alee


Post Script:

As always, to make up for the delay, I’ll post the next 4 parts between today and tomorrow. Have a great day, everyone!

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Superdad – Hero without cape!

SuperDad

A day for our favorite superhero,
Our first love.
A day to celebrate, to cherish, to tell them how lucky we are to have them.
But why do it only once?
Today, I’ve an answer.
It’s like the way we wait for Christmas, like the happiness they receive on hold us in their hands after waiting for 9 months.
It’s a festival for every Superdad.
For us show our pride & for them, to be flaunted.
A very happy Father’s Day to every mentor.❤️


©The Honest FablerAshutosh Gursale
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The Plea of Love – (Father’s Day Special)

A Plea of Love

One day a teardrop will fall from the sky.
And on that day, out of joy, I will cry.

Within my arms I’ll hold you tight,
And as you open your eyes to me you’ll know everything will be alright.

One day I will plant my seed,
And watch you grow into this love that I need.

I’ll come home from work and put your little palm in mine,
We’ll go for walks, talk & enjoy life, and forget about time.

Hold your little fingers in my massive hand,
I’ll teach you the ways of life so that you’ll understand.

When you’re sick and I’ve got sleepless nights,
It’ll be such a gorgeous sight to see you sleep in the middle of the night.

When we come home from our walks in the park,
And your mom’s complaining about her stretch marks
We’ll smother her with hugs and kisses and say,—
“You’re still beautiful, so beautiful tonight.
So give me your hand and enjoy the night.”

Your love from me is worth more than gold,
And it will continue to grow as you get old.

Like the cats in the cradle and the silver spoon,
we’ll stay out together and watch the moon.

Tuck you in before you go to bed,
Butterfly kisses upon your forehead.

Never miss a dance recital or minor league game,
And even if I did I’d love you all the same.

So put your little palm in mine and come walk with me.
My happiness, you’ll sure see.

I know how much you’ll want to celebrate,
The day after you finally graduate.

I’ll provide the alcohol but only before eight,
And as long as friends be sure to designate.

And if your prom doesn’t go as planned,
Put your little palm in my hand.
I’ll lock away my heart and give you the key,
As long as you save the last dance for me.

So put your little palm in the center of my hand,
And one day, your father, you’ll understand.

You’ll move out of my home,
And have kids of your own.

And all the things I will have done you’ll understand,
One day when you kids put their little palms in the center of your hand.


©The Honest FablerPooja Mukherjee
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Pink – The Chosen Envelope

Pink- The Chosen Envelope

The Chosen Envelope

As the Pink envelope lay on the table, tasting the dust with her family of envelopes closely kept together, she couldn’t help but wonder when her time would come. It had been ages since Pink’s elder brother was chosen to hold a letter within him and be delivered to their owner’s lover.
The owner— Pink recalls— was Lilly, a girl who bought her family from a gift shop. Lilly always decorated her envelopes with sparkles and ribbons and made cute heart symbols on them. That’s how Pink knew that Lilly sent them to her lover. ‘Has she got herself new envelopes?’ The mere thought sent a shiver down Pink’s folds. Don’t be paranoid, she sighed.
‘There comes Lilly! Finally my time has come.’ She rejoiced on seeing Lilly slide the chair of her writing table.
‘Congratulations Pink! It’s your day!’ Whispered her sister who hid below her.
Lilly adjusted her glasses which had turned hazy due to some reasons. It was the first time that Pink witnessed Lilly crying while writing a letter. The ink made wet pits in various spots wherever her tears landed on the page. Pink, on the other hand, forgot everything about the joy of becoming the chosen one. Pink was worried for Lilly.
Once Lilly was done pouring her heart out in the letter, she folded it neatly and picked up Pink. She opened Pink’s flap and placed the letter inside, neatly gluing it together. Today, there were no ribbons nor any sparkling glitter but only a 3 line address. As Lilly carried Pink to the mailbox, Pink couldn’t help but feel pity towards her, ‘What went wrong with my dear?’

The next thing she felt, however, was absolutely nothing. Lilly clutched her tight as she descended the stairs but as she was about to slide Pink in the mailbox, she saw her ex-boyfriend walking hand in hand with his new girl & her whole world came trembling down on the petty letter in her hand that had his address on it.


Post Script:

Last month, I wrote this short story as a submission to a huge writing firm but unfortunately there hasn’t been a reply yet. (I’m sure they’ve tons of better submissions.) Nevertheless, thanks to them for the lovely muse and to make me think what goes in the mind of an envelope. One of my personal favorite tales!
And did you know while I was gone, all the post were posted by a great writer friend of mine: Pooja Mukherjee. Find all her posts here: Author
Have a happy weekend!


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One down, Three to go.

Me after completing engineering finals

Pre-Script: I am feeling what every Lord of the Rings character felt at the end. ” IT’S FINALLY OVER!! “

Hello Lovely Readers! How have y’all been?
I know it’s been a while since I’ve posted or even interacted on your blogs— and I’m extremely sorry for that.— but that was all because of the month-long torture of my first year engineering finals!

It’s a relief to finally complete the first year of engineering and be back to posting regularly. Yes, regularly! Though I didn’t post anything, I didn’t stop writing so there’s a lot of stories held up! Also, the untimely delay of letters from Awan Alee’s diary will resume! If you haven’t read the previous entries, read them here: The Secret Sister of Awan Alee.

Maybe my absence didn’t affect much but I’ll make sure my presence is noted! So, you’ll surely find me reading your blogs soon, but if you don’t, please remind me to check ’em out.

Another news I’d like to announce is about the Instagram page that I recently started, so be sure to check it out if you haven’t already.
Ah, it’s such a bliss. Adios!

Yours,
Fabler.

Death’s Lullaby

No more me.

My body is in silence, yet my heart’s loud.
The glimpse of black and white flickers with extreme oscillation in my cerebral.
And my soul inside? It’s falling apart.
Drifting between memories. Trying to hold on to one, But failing every time.
The noise from everywhere can not reach me under this midnight sun.
Voids of vein and numbness in my limbs are encroaching within.
Utter pain in my ribs, yet calmness​ flowing through my skin.

Jaws are locked, tightening my teeth.
There is cry for oxygen with my every breath.
Changing into pale lips and blue neck without any sense.
It is near, I can feel it’s cold presence.
The very next second, I am free.

No more happiness or sorrow, as I was before birth,
Looking at me from above, is it someone I know?
Alas! They’re incognito beings that surround me.
The water from their eyes will not bring me back from hollow,
I Am already free from agile and grief.
I’ll reunite with Fire, Wind, Earth and Sea.
Now, I am no more me, But still I wish to reborn as me.


©The Honest Fabler – Pooja Mukherjee
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Blanket of Dusk

As I lay on my back, the warm coarse sand touching my soft skin, making me feel as if I am laying on a warm bed of salt. Gently, I lift up my red tainted paint brush and mimic how I would paint clouds on the cloudless baby blue sky above me. As I lay under the warm sun, my brush in my heavy hand, something catches the corner of my eye. Something that I have not seen in a long time and it fills my heart with hope and love. Blanket of Dusk.

As I rub the warm salty sand off my tanned body, I start to slowly paint this beautiful image. My small paint brush touches the bare white canvas in front of me as if it is making love to it. The colors of red, burgundy, dark blue and grey fill the canvas. As I start to paint I know I am alive, my heart begins to fill with emotions. The vast clear sky starts to turn from a baby blue to an autumn red. The clouds changing from cotton white to a flaming orange-yellow. My hand takes life as if filled with its own emotions.
I stop as the tide starts to come in. I watch from a distance as the, now, blue sea touches the golden brown sand. The cold sea fills my footprints and wipes it away as if it were never there. It makes me think again and there’s a feeling of sudden loneliness. I try to calm my sad emotions down and continue to paint. I gaze upon the reflective water and the dusky autumn sky turning darker. The sun seems to be dancing as if with a twin on the red mirror-like sea water. My excited hand now painting with its own passion making me feel good and warm again.
 
As the sun begins to fade away, falling off the edge of the sea, I put my colorful paint brush down. I rest my exhausted hand it’s fingers throbbing. I sit on the cool sand and take in the epic event that is slowly unfolding in front of me. It makes me realize that life need not have a sad or an unhappy ending. My sad and lonely emotions begin to fade away as I feel alive, reborn and inspired.
 
I watch the warm red sun disappear behind the murky blue sea, I softly say to myself, What a glorious sunset.

©The Honest Fabler – Pooja Mukherjee
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