The Bench

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The Bench

It was always white.
No matter the weather, it’s wood never turned dull.
The rain drops slid away like water over oil.
The hot sun could only add to it’s brightness.
The snow? It converted the bench into Snow White’s favorite seat.

The resistant mighty white wasn’t the reason why she loved it, I reckon.
It must’ve been it’s perfect location in the garden which made every bird on Earth make it’s way around the bench.
There, she sat with a hand in the food bag and other holding whatever book I recently gave her to read.

Maybe, I’m still getting it wrong.
Because another part of my mind says it was the view.
The colorful flowers and their sweet fragrance made it’s way to my bed, every morning when she opened our window.

I may have guessed it right by now or it could be something I can’t even guess, but she loved this place. I’m sure.
I’m sure because the bench has lost it’s glow, the flowers have turned to kiss the ground and the birds refuse to eat from the plastic dishes she would sometimes feed them from.
Even I, don’t have the smile which stuck to my face all day.
Even I miss her. But I know she’s gone to a place happier!
A place where everyone and everything would love my mother as much as we did.


©The Honest Fabler – Ashutosh Gursale

Library Romance.

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Library Romance – Every New Time.

The first time I saw her smile,
it was through the gaps of the library shelves that she stood beyond.

The first time we exchanged a glance,
she laughed too hard while reading a comic under the “Keep Silence” board.

The first time I talked to her,
she dropped her favorite bookmark in the crack between two tables which I helped to lift.


The second time I didn’t only see her smile,
I smiled with her.

The second time we didn’t only exchange a glance,
we stared directly in our eyes looking for solace.

The second time I didn’t only talk to her,
I confessed to her about how I felt that she had the brightest smile I’d ever seen
and the sweetest voice I’d ever heard.


The third time I definitely didn’t see her smile,
she cried her eyes out in her father’s arms.

The third time we definitely couldn’t exchange a glance,
since her eyes were drenched with tears and her mascara all over.

The third time I definitely didn’t talk to her,
because it was her turn to repeat the vows and say “I do”


©The Honest Fabler ~Ashutosh Gursale
©Image Source- @theartisticmess

In the End, he’s One Step Closer.

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You want to talk about fair?
If you are, then stop right here,
Because this write-up isn’t fair.
It isn’t fair because life isn’t.

And you wouldn’t ever, ever get back what you give.
Life would throw huge freaking lemons on your pretty face, without caring if it hurt your nose.
You can’t reason with lemons, of course.
You can’t make their lemonade either, these lemons are only metaphorical.

To translate in simple tongue, they’ve no use.
But I’ll be wrong to say that, since these lemons are necessary.

Personally, I feel bananas are an apt term for them.
Why? So one could say that “I slipped over a banana” and not “Life threw lemons at me.”

These lemons are necessary because they break you so that you can make yourself better.
I could rant out to you the life’s cruel ways to treat you but you won’t know until you, yourself, try so hard and it still wouldn’t even matter.

To take one’s own life, there needs to be courage. And a person can never gain this courage in one tragic event. It’s always a collection of events. I don’t know what made a generation’s role model feel so helpless that he thought suicide is the only escape, but I know he had the courage.
Depression, is the ultimate fuel to this. You’re not only a survivor, if you’ve seen depression, you’re a hero the world needs to know about. A ray of hope for others to learn from.

In a population of 7.5 billion people, if one still feels alone enough to stay depressed I don’t know why rest of us should ignore it. I don’t know why any of us should mourn when it’s out of our hands and not help them before it happens. 

Saying “You’re not alone” is pointless unless and until we don’t start being there for them. The saddest part about life is being bound to feel helpless when something like this happens. I so wish someone, if not me, had the power to stop every person from feeling the emotions Chester felt. What has happened, has happened. What’s lost, is lost. But what’s with you, is all that is real. Be kind to those in flesh and bones, if I’m asking too much then let’s not us insult someone or express hatred to what and how others are.

I apologize for this rant and the unprofessional way of writing, but I had to get this out.
Thank you for reading my thoughts, it really means a lot to me than you can ever imagine!

Have a great weekend.

Be happy and healthy.

Captioning Photographs – part 2

Good morning readers! I hope you’re all doing well and are happy in your lives. ^-^

Captioning Photographs has been the first post where I actually started with photography on the blog! Ever since I posted it, I’ve took up photography myself! Yes, you heard it right. xD

As a result I’ve had many captions and Photohraphs to flaunt! Check my gallery at @framesandfables, if you haven’t already.

Here, I’m showcasing a few of my favorite pictures and the captions along with them. The captions are generally a quote the frame liberated my mind with or a fictional story about me getting the snap.

So put on your judgemental glasses and tell me all about the faults in these. (If you find any thing good, I’ll be glad to know :P)

Model of phone | Moto G4+ | and edited on | Lightroom |

Tears of skies.

Location : Sitabani, Jim Corbett

Photohraphs
When the skies cry, the light that emanates from the droplets of lost pearls is something more of a secret game the nature plays to tell men about it’s beauty.

The Model Monk

Location: Sitabani, Jim Corbett

Photographs
My mom says, I’m as cute as him.

The worshippers of Sun.

Location: Rishikesh, Uttarakhand

“Good morning” The flower startled me. Excited, I pulled my phone and only for a second it turned to me. The moment when I clicked this. Instantly, it returned to it’s original position to worship the sun with it’s fellow companions.

Swings in High Gardens.

Location: Nainital

Twilight in the afternoon! Shot at 4.03 p.m. | 6350 feet above sea level |

Midnight bliss

Location: Nainital

Photographs
Nainital was indeed a gateway to heaven.

Laws of Life

Location: Kitchen, Home

Photographs
Our plate is served with what we deserve, to drink a soup with a fork or noodles with a spoon is our choice to make.

I’ll really love to know what you think about these photographs, along with my instagram feed. (@framesandfables) Have a great day, peeps!
©The Honest Fabler
©Image sources – Ashutosh Gursale

बारिश की यादें। Memories of Rain – Hindi

बारिश

बारिश के बूंदो ने जो हमे भिगो दिया,
ऐसा लगा मानो हमने आपको फिर छू लिया।
सौंधी खुशबू आई इस धरती की,
पर ऐसा लगा मानो हमने आपको फिर पा लिया।


Translation:

When the drops of rain drenched me,
It felt like the lost touch of your fingers.
The petrichor came from the earth,
But it felt like I found my lost treasure- that’s you.


It’s my first try at a language other than English. Hindi, here. I’d really appreciate your feedback and ways for me to improve! Thank you. ^-^

©The Honest Fabler

©Image source- Ashutosh Gursale

Moonshine Mystery

Moonshine

Brock and Ms. Moonshine

On the moonlit road, I held my umbrella trying to stay as dry as I could get. Ironically, the lady who bumped my shoulder didn’t seem to have the same intentions. The rain started to recede and I could feel the weightless droplets fall on her messy hair.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t see you coming.” She excused, pointing above towards darkness. It took me a while to realize it was a streetlight.  I couldn’t see her. Except for the smooth edges of her face that faintly reflected the moon’s light. But I swear she was pretty. Her voice vibrantly screamed her prettiness.
“It’s okay. Catch your breath, don’t rush so much.” I stumbled, strangers weren’t my favorite people to communicate with.

“Yes, thank you for caring about me so much. I wonder what a stupid job they’re doing at keeping up with the weather, I mean, how can they let a blackout stay for so long. Especially at this odd hour.” Somehow, she broke the ice.

Unlike everyone, I opened up to her my rants and complaints about the lack of attention our local authorities show towards such petty issues which rise up to create greater ones.

“Oh, I so hate our train systems!” I wanted to say “Me too.” but I just stood there. Her voice mesmerized me to an extent where I forgot about the merciless day I had at office and also how the ruthless rains helped to perfectly mess up my Monday.
“It’s getting late.” She was smiling, I could hear it in her words.
“Wait, tell me your name, at least.” I shook my head and found my senses again.

“I like to be called Ms. Moonshine.”

“That’s a nice— Oh, look power’s back!” I cheered as the street lamp illuminated the street but there was no one around.


©The Honest Fabler
©Image Source – Google Images

Invigorate thy soul

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From one soul to another.

Every person fights a battle.

A battle fought for a reason you’ll never know.
A battle whose victor you’ll never predict.
But one thing I tell you:
This battle is the sole reason that makes a person the way they are.

You remember that happy guy you always see across the hallway? Maybe he’s still fighting his war and losing. Yet the reason he’s happy could be his will to be strong, the only thing that keeps him going.
Or maybe he has finished his wars and came out victorious.
But how ironic that you’ll never know since you couldn’t go up to him and ask, “How are you?” Rather than staring at him from a distance.

For another instance, have a look at that other girl who goes unnoticed. You wonder why she’s quiet? Because her friends are more popular than she is. Because you didn’t care enough to look past her friends and ask her how her day was or even, where she came from. But that doesn’t bother her. Yes, I repeat, it doesn’t bother her.
The only reason it happens is because her war is much intense. There are victories she wants to celebrate, defeats she want to feel sympathy for but there’s no time. The wars in her head never stop.
Or maybe that’s since she needs you to just ask her “How are you?” Rather than where her friends are.

It could all be this simple, just ask. Because in the end even you have a war to fight and alone, the nights are darker and days longer.
Stay strong, my friend. You’ll get through this.


©The Honest Fabler

©Image Source – Google Images

The Secret Sister of Awan Alee – Part IX

The Secret Sister of Awan Alee

Previous parts:

Author’s Note (Password: sister)

I

II

III

IV

V

VI

VII

VIII


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

©The Honest Fabler

©Image source- Google Images

The Secret Sister of Awan Alee – Part VIII

The Secret Sister of Awan Alee

Previous parts:

Author’s Note (Password: sister)

I

II

III

IV

V

VI

VII


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!


©The Honest Fabler

©Image source- Google Images

The Secret Sister of Awan Alee – Part VII

The Secret Sister of Awan Alee

Previous parts:

Author’s Note (Password: sister)

I

II

III

IV

V

VI


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.


©The Honest Fabler

©Cover credits- Google Images