The Secret Sister of Awan Alee – Part IX

The Secret Sister of Awan Alee

Previous parts:

Author’s Note (Password: sister)

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1 June 2020

Dear Scarlett,
This is going to be the best thing I’m ever going to write! 1st good news is that the never-ending War in our country is finally over! Hip-Hip Hooray! 2nd great news is that our application has turned out to be the most downloaded one, which ultimately means that we’ve won the competition and Me, Azure and Naveen get to start our career at Microsoft! 3rd best news is no matter what Punim thinks of me I’ve decided to tell her how I feel about her tonight since tomorrow we’re returning home. 4th awesome news is mom dad called me today and they still have no idea about my placement! It’s going to be such a great surprise for them! Good day sisso and this time I don’t need luck!
See ya soon.

2 June 2020

Dear Scarlett,
Today is the best day of my life. Last night as promised, I told Punim that I love her from the bottom of heart! It was weird at first since she started to cry. It was the first time that I saw her cry from the 4 years that I’ve known her, she’s the strongest person I’ve ever came across and I don’t know what made her cry. And just looking at her cry made my confidence wane away from me and even I started to cry. Then suddenly we reached a point when our whining turned into a mirthful laughter, and then to my surprise she wrapped her hands around me (we were in my room, alone) and I inhaled the wonderful cologne of her body which made me shiver a little with ecstasy, and as if she felt what was happening to me she held my shoulders in a strong grip and leaned forward.

Yes! We kissed and it was unlike any kiss I had seen in a movie. No, not because it was my first kiss but because it was full of our love and passion for each other brought together. Then I gently slept next to her in my bed and… okay that’s enough I guess. My cheeks hurt from blushing! Right now, I’m in my room. At our home, settled finally! I told mum dad about my placement and they couldn’t control their emotions, too. The pride in their eyes made my life complete, Scarlett. Punim and I promised to meet every year somehow and we’ll stay in touch. I can see a great future coming up for me! Thanks a lot for being a part of my life, sister! I love you so much. Until next time. XOXO

Your loving brother,
Awan.


Wrapped Up

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The Secret Sister of Awan Alee – Part VIII

The Secret Sister of Awan Alee

Previous parts:

Author’s Note (Password: sister)

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29 December 2018

Dear Scarlett,
Punim and I have a pet of our own!

Hey big sister, this year I gifted Punim something she wanted since a long time. That is a goldfish! Once while we talked about pets, I remember she mentioned how beautiful she thought fishes are. She went on describing their minuscule features with the most excited expression I had ever seen and that was it. I decided back then that I’ll give her a fish.

As expected she loved it! My semester exams are over and I’ve been enjoying life ever since the day! Dad sent me a brand new Mac Air Book just today! It’s been a challenge for me to keep it aside and to write you a letter! XD I miss you, di. See ya soon.

31 May 2019

Dear Scarlett,
My third year is over, OH MY GOSH! I cannot believe it. It’s been 3 years that I’ve been living in the same room with the same 2 people and loving the same girl! I had some great academic satisfaction this year, I feel like a computer wizard already.

We got a project from Microsoft itself, to create a software. Actually, it is a competition between teams in our college and the best app maker team will be given direct jobs in Microsoft after completing our last year.

Luckily, we’ve one whole year to think of something good. Wish me luck!  See ya soon.

21 December 2019

Dear Scarlett,
Don’t just travel on your ride, live with your ride!

That is going to be our catchphrase to our app. We’re almost done with main features and programming. The application we’ve made is something that is in all ways beneficial to a bike or a car driver who has to take long trips often or even rarely.

The application can show the person using it the specs of their bike and real-time status of the condition of their tires. While riding the bike it would show them their speed and the angle at which they make the bike lean with respect to the ground and also record the rides from place A to B. I hope it turns out good since I haven’t told about this project to neither of our parents.

I don’t want to disappoint them if I get rejected. And this brings me to the worst decision that I’ve to make. Should I propose Punim or should I let everything be as it is. I never realized I will have to face such a day, but this is our last year together and I don’t know if I will ever be able to meet her again. I don’t want to lose her. Ugh! No, no, that is wrong. Proposing her to be my girlfriend only because we won’t meet again is not a good condition for a relationship.

I hope time makes me realize what is right and wrong!  Wish me luck. See ya soon, take care!


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Prismatic Life

As clouds express their sweet refrain
And we are blessed by morning rain.

When rainbows form in misty skies
Clouds present treasures for our eyes.

There is a rainbow in my world today,
With every word you write my way.
Colors of emotions flow in harmony,
as they spread across the sky in unity.
Wrap me in your red, orange and blue,
fill me with the purple passion of you.
You make the sky shine after that rain,
softly your soul pushes away the pain.
In every luxurious line that you say,
you are the rainbow in my world today.

Colours of life

White, as far as the eye can see snow had finally arrived to every place but me..

Black, Shadows lurk the streets strikes fear into my heart and finds the soul he eats..

Green,eyes never ending in that one shade rare but findable frightening but lovely a creation in which evolution has made..

Blue,the ocean has a calm and safe feeling an Unstoppable full of emotion you look and see it will never stop seeking..

Red,Flames lightning up one by one heat fills the space as well as hate close your eyes and hope this will be undone..

Yellow, illumination covers my site the colour has blinded my view and I am the only one to witness this light..

Purple, my own realistic fantasy a dream where the world is different and I am forced to see..

Orange, and year of happiness is now here energy flows through me until the power is surrounding us everywhere.

Everywhere we see the passion in these colours of life we embrace.

© The Honest Fabler- Pooja Mukherjee
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The Secret Sister of Awan Alee – Part VII

The Secret Sister of Awan Alee

Previous parts:

Author’s Note (Password: sister)

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1 June 2018

Dear Scarlett,
My anxiousness is growing day by day. I’m awaiting the results too badly. Oh when will I be freed of this tension now? This morning I completed my 8th novel of the week, and it’s just Friday today. At least I’m a little less tensed compared to the first year. The happiness was great, though! I had got 8.3. Mum dad were so happy. I have no idea about this year, in spite of studying hard I’m unsure how my result will turn out. I need to release some tension, I’m going to smoke pot tonight. Naveen and Azure are in the same jam as me and they agreed too. Have a great time, di! Don’t worry much about me I’ll be fine. And shush! Punim or Snehlata doesn’t know about this. See ya soon.

9 June 2018

Dear Scarlett,
My eyes are dried out, nose is jammed and I can barely make out what I’m writing. Punim says that I’ve viral fever and it’s nothing. I’d believe her but I know this is because of stress. The last time I wrote to you, mom had called the next day and told me that dad is suffering pneumonia.

She assured me it wasn’t severe but it’s almost a week and he’s not showing any signs of betterment. Frustrated from waiting and worrying about our father I went for a walk in the rain after dinner. I didn’t return for a couple hours, I had no intention to return, but they found me passed out on the central park’s bench so it’s fair that I’m now in my bed covered under sheets and my only solace from this good-for-nothing time in my life is Punim’s hand stroking my hot forehead. She’s been here since the time I opened my eyes.

Naveen returned home this morning. They haven’t yet told our parents about me, which I’m ever so thankful for. Having mom worry about me, too, is the last thing I want right now. I just hope Dad gets better. I’m no biology student but as far as I know about pneumonia it can be pretty dangerous too.

8 July 2018

Dear Scarlett,
I’m sitting in our own house! And believe me, there can’t be any other place I’ll wanna be. Except with Punim, of course. About my sickness, I got back to my feet in a day and dad has recovered too! When I came here, he wasn’t in a great shape but now he seems pretty fine. He’s back to his business. We had a little party on the day our results came out. I got an 8.5 can you believe that? I CAN’T!!

That was so unexpected. Punim got 8.6, she won by .1. “Winning is winning, loser!” She smirked on the phone. And losing to her is something I’d love to do every day. Haha. Such a cheesy thing to say. I should stop watching Bollywood movies, first of all it’s way too difficult to make out what they say and second of all they don’t interest me much. I’m happy with plain 2D paper novels!

Dad has got me 7 new books and I’m so excited to finish ‘em right away. I’ll see ya soon, sister. Bye.


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Call from Home

call from home

Call from Home

“Fetch me a home.” He said.
“Home?” I chuckled.

“Yes, some place, where the walls offer solace and the rooftop soothes me,
when I lay beneath it” His eyes seemed lost.
“You already live there, darling.” I slipped my hand into his.

Bewildered he gazed at me.
So I continued,
“If home were some bricks stacked
upon each other and some concrete piled up,
I would forever be a vagrant.
But I reside, here under this skin.
My soul plays in the gaps of my veins.
My body is my home.

I’d decorate it with the fabric of love and
pierce my flesh with utter emotions.
Cleanse my blood for the dirt of the times long gone.
The phenomenon of home is restrained to an enclosed space
or a hundred paged book or some person or some memory you decide to live in.
Shed that cloak of pretense. Accept the home you were born in. For once.

The melanin in my skin shall be the glittered sky you wish to see from your window.
My dull hair shall be the rooftop encasing the miracles and the energies in it.
My skin shall contain my space.
Home is me, honey. It is me and it is you.
Wherever I reside, my home shall be.”


-Luna❤🌙(@inked_illusions)

A lunatic moon lover and a writer with a perfect choice of words! Also, she dances like water! Let me introduce you my friend— Divya Thakur!(@waackoholic)

Be sure to check out her instagram handles for more beautiful write ups and dance videos!

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Master of Death — Story behind something huge.

Master of Death

Becoming the Master of Death.

If you’re a Harry Potter fan, then brace yourself and skip the next few paragraphs.(You can still read the quoted story to get nostalgic.) But in case you’re a muggle, I’m sorry but you’ll have to read the next few paragraphs to really get the depth of what I’m about to reveal.

Have you seen the symbol before?

If your answer’s yes, then skip to the quoted story. If no:
Popularly known as “The Deathly Hallows”. Rooted from the Wizardry World presented to muggles(humans) by J.K Rowling. The symbol is a representation of the three gifts given by Death, itself, to three brothers.(Don’t worry you’ll understand everything in the story.) The triangle is the Invisibility Cloak. The in-circle is the Resurrection Stone. The median is the Elder Wand.

Do you know what they really mean?

If your answer’s yes, then why the heck are you wasting your time reading this? I told you to skip to the QUOTED STORY. You’re still reading this, aren’t you? Your waste anyway. So here’s the story, in the words of  Beedle the Bard.

The Tales of Beedle the Bard 

Three brothers, travelling along a lonely, winding road at twilight reached a deep treacherous river where anyone who attempted to swim or wade would drown. Learned in the magical arts, the brothers conjured a bridge with their wands and proceed to cross.

The Peverell brothers receive the items, and then go their separate ways to meet their fates

Halfway though the bridge, a hooded figure stood before them. The figure was the enraged spirit of Death, cheated of his due. Death cunningly pretended to congratulate them and proceeds to award them with gifts of their own choosing.

 

The eldest brother, a combative man, asked for a wand more powerful than any in existence. Death granted his wish by fashioning the Elder Wand from a branch of a nearby elder tree standing on the banks of the river.

 

The second brother, an arrogant man, chose to further humiliate death, and asked for the power to recall the deceased from the grave. Death granted his wish by crafting the Resurrection Stone from a stone picked from the riverbank. The third and youngest brother, who was the most humble and wise, did not trust Death and asked for something to enable him to go forth without Death being able to follow. A reluctant Death, most unwillingly, handed over his own Invisibility Cloak.

 

The three brothers took their prizes and soon went on their separate ways.

 

The eldest brother traveled to a village where a wizard whom he had quarreled lived. He sought out a duel and fought the wizard using the wand, instantly killing the latter.

 

Leaving his enemy dead upon the floor, the eldest brother walked to an inn not far from the duelling site and spent the night there. Taken by his conscience and lust of the Elder Wand’s power, the eldest brother boasted of this wand gifted by Death and his own invincibility.

 

That very night, Death transfigured to a murderous wizard. The unknown murderous wizard crept to the inn as the eldest brother slept, drunk from wine. The wizard slit the oldest brother’s throat for good measure and stole the wand. That was when Death took the first brother.

“Greeting Death as an old friend, they departed this life as equals.”

 

The second brother returned to his home where he lived alone. Turning the stone thrice in his hand the figure of the girl he had once hoped to marry, before her untimely death, appeared at once before him, much to his delight. Yet she was sad and cold, separated from him as by a veil. Though she had returned to the mortal world, she did not truly belong there and suffered. Finally the second brother, driven mad with hopeless longing, committed suicide by hanging from his house’ balcony so as truly to join her. That was when Death took the second brother for his own.

 

Death searched for the youngest brother as years passed but never succeeded. It was only when the third brother reached a great age, he took off the Cloak of Invisibility and gave it to his son.

 

“Greeting Death as an old friend, they departed this life as equals.”

SO, now that you know what it means in the story here’s a little meaning of it from my side. The triangle resembles Success-and-Failure. The Circle represents Happiness-and-Sadness while the line is made of challenges, obstacles and difficulties we face and thus divides everything equally on both sides.

Still wondering what my point is? It is that, since I’ve been a deep admirer and a lover of wizardry world I carved it under my skin.

YES, I INKED THE DEATHLY HALLOWS ON ME. I am the FREAKING MASTER OF DEATH. :’)

There are a lot of things to be tattooed on me, but I wanted this to be my first in order to depict how much it really means to me. Here’s the video of it magically turning from a messy design to a satisfying symbol of deathly hallows.

Let me know what you feel about the tattoo! And if there’s any problem loading the video, check it out on Facebook: Here!

Love Harry Potter? Check this out! The Rants of a Lost Wizard (A Poem)

The Unique Blogger Award

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Another award, Yay!

First off, how have y’all been? Blogging daily has slipped out of my routine, apparently, so make up to it— I’ve decided to keep blogging for next 21 days in ANYWAY possible! Why 21 days? Because I believe doing something for 21 days is enough to develop that particular thing as a habit. Let’s see what happens next. sigh

Now, let’s start what you’re here for!

The Unique Blogger Award

unique-blogger-award

I’ve been nominated by the Aesthetic blogger- Riya Rajayyan from AestheticGraphy. I know I’ve said this before that her blog is aesthetic as her name, but lately, it’s improved to a whole new level! Be sure to check it out if you haven’t already. You won’t be disappointed. (Same goes for the unique bloggers that I’ve nominated below. Each of them are unique in their own way and it’s quite difficult to find similarities between the style of writing and blogging. Don’t miss any of them!)

THE RULES:
  • Share the link to the blogger who has shown love to you by nominating you.
  • Answer the questions.
  • In the spirit of sharing love and solidarity with our blogging family, nominate 15 people and notify them.
  • Ask them three questions.

Since Riya is lazy, she’s asked me to answer the same questions that were asked to her.

1.What (or who) inspired you to get into blogging?

Ans: I’m tired from typing it so many times. Here’s the link to where I described why I started the blog.

The Honest Fabler started because my writings were homeless (Literally). This blog has given them a home, and to me, the recognition as a writer/poet and of course a learning Blogger!
It was short, right?

TheCramm & Blogger Recognition Award

2. Describe your ideal three-course meal? 

Ans: You really don’t want to know what I consume to create poop, do you? (Why doesn’t it sound gross when Liza Koshy says it?)

3. Would you consider naming any future children after fictional characters, if so which characters?

Ans: Never thought about that. But mostly, no, I’ll save them the embarrassment of being just another person with a famous name. And I’m pretty good at naming characters (Certified by me XD) So, yeah, I’ll name them something good.

THE QUESTIONS:
  1. Would you rather work on your dream job and never be appreciated OR take up an unwilling job and be appreciated by everyone you know?
  2. What would had been your first words as a kid, if you had the vocabulary that you have now.
  3. Do you believe in bashing what you hate or appreciating what you love?

My Nominees are

  1. The Girl on the Go
  2. Poetrylover
  3. Sanchali 
  4. Sanjita
  5. Victor
  6. Shreyas
  7. Sakshi
  8. Eclipse Stories
  9. Deepika
  10. Harsh
  11. Cherry
  12. Chaos-xd
  13. Judy Redic
  14. Thoughts of an Introvert
  15. Yassy
  16. Thunder Poet
  17. Azra
  18. Divya Gupta

A VERY HAPPY Sunday and hope you all have a great week ahead!

I’ve a lot of great news to post and since I traveled to great places in my brief vacation, I’m going to post something I never had— Travel Blogs!

See ya around peeps!

Dripsy Dropsy

Dripsy Dropsy

Monsoon’s Dripsy Dropsy Rhythm

Falling Down, pooling up,
Out of the sky, into my cup.
What is this wet that comes from above,
That some call disaster, and others find love.
The harder it falls, the less it is nice,
The colder it falls the harder the ice.
The rain has an art that I may not get,
So I stand still here and get soaking wet.
Red, blue or cream.
They all shout in joy,
Rain you always come in my dream.
Whenever it rains, I feel so free
Free as a bird, rain is my life
Washing away my troubles
Quenching my sun-baked soul
While others rush for cover
I stroll among the empty streets
The rain dancing upon my lips.


©The Honest FablerPooja Mukherjee
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A BLACK RAY

ray

Did you listen?

I have felt like this for a while,
but I have kept it all inside.
This time, though, its way too much,
I do not think that I can not cry.
This sense of loss and emptiness,
most people feel it too.
I hope if I don’t voice it,
it will pass on through.

This feeling has not passed,
I think it’s here to stay.
Yet, what is making me feel this,
I really cannot say or lest sense the hope’s ray.
It’s more like something is missing,
than something causing pain.
It’s messing with my mind,
it makes me feel insane.

I have realized something though,
it’s only for me to decide.
Do I want to live my life,
or always wonder why?

A life where no one even knows I exist,
where everything I have ever known was a lie.
A life where everyone avoids me,
where I become just an another forgotten memory.

A life where I question whether the world I am living in is real, or a figment of my imagination,
where nothing seems familiar,
and I forget where I am,
and I don’t know how to get back home.
Destined to walk this lonely world,
forever,
Lost…

I try to tell myself
but the cuts tell me different.
What am I to do with all these dreams of
death and tormenting?
Am I to lock it up and hide my feelings?
That seems the only way.
But why can’t I be saved again?
Am I so damaged that I can’t be saved ?
Broken with every care in my heart.
Do I even have a heart anymore ?
Can I show love anymore ?
Can I smile without hiding how I really feel?
It goes on and on and I have nothing.
No one,forever,
Lost…


©The Honest FablerPooja Mukherjee
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