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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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.”


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My first love — Diary

diary

Dear Diary,

It’s funny how I always write in you but never for you.
And it’s surprising how you never complain while I fill your pages with the nonsensical jumble of words. All that belong to my unshaped thoughts and claim to call it a “draft”.
No matter how much I revise a draft to make it perfect, the one inside you will always be it’s purest form. Just like our bond.

You know the secrets of my wild times and the rants of my sad nights, also the time when I fell, and the time when I rose high.
You live in a shelf, hidden from the world but today I’ll make sure you’re known.

Your flawless cover is now adorned with my name and the favorite fandoms but I know you are “you” at heart.
And that’s what makes me trust you with my poems and the plots.
And honestly, if it weren’t you with me everywhere I went, my thoughts would always stay a thought.

So thank you for being you and bearing my pen strokes and tears. You’ve made me what I am.

Truly Yours,
A Writer.


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The Imperfect Mystery — Me

imperfect mystery

A little piece to the Imperfect Mystery of my life.

He was a mystery, or maybe he just wanted to be one.
In the world full of chimeric perfection, he was nowhere. He was flawed, so flawed that he’d be hanged if imperfection was a felony.
Of course, he wasn’t that lucky.

Growing up as a mediocre and being reminded about it every morning in the hallways of his school, he knew he didn’t belong there. Amidst the fake smiles, fake promises and real envy.
All he wished for, back then, was an escape.
An escape from the misery, from the embarrassment of being himself and from the very own reality he lived in.
Nevertheless, there was one thing he liked about being the way he was— his subconscious. The part of his intellect that showed to him the sacred and the happy worlds of imagination. A world where he was perfect. Perfect not because he had perfectly aligned teeth and a fashionable dressing sense but because his world’s definition of perfect was being real.

Diplomacy, flattery, envy and jealousy were mere letters of the alphabet put together which had no meaning. Love, appreciation and happiness was all that mattered, here.
There was one major problem, however. It all existed in his mind. A place which only he could access, a world which no one else would knew about.
Alas, he was bound be mediocre in the real world and a perfect piece in the non-real world.

Then what changed him? What made him the person who he is now? A person with a smile always glued to his face and the illumination of burning stars in his eyes.

The answer is simple. The pen and paper, the keyboard and screen, the alphabet and ink, the imagination and curiosity, the words and the stories they tell, the rhymes and the songs they create. It was the power of his mind. The power of his will. Moreover, it was the power of writing. His greatest feat. His deepest rumination.

Is he perfect now? If you wonder, then you should know he’s not. He’s still the same mediocre man in the real world but he’s changing the real world. Contributing with others to make the real world a non-real utopia.

So maybe he is perfect, after all or maybe he just wants to be.


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Illuminating darkness.

Darkness

Robert’s mind wandered around his deadline, even while he rested his head on the glass window. He had to complete a week’s work in just one night. And the train was an hour away from home. If he had a list of things he hated, it’ll only be 4 words long. 

  1. Rescheduled Deadlines.
  2. Late trains.

“Dear, what’s the next station?” The woman next to him gave a mild shock. It wasn’t everyday that the commuters talked to each other and she didn’t seem like a daily commuter, either.

Robert had a look outside the glass pane and turned to her, “Wolfshire. Where do you have to get down?”

“Wolfshire.” She smiled sheepishly and fetched dark glasses from her purse and placed them neatly over her nose. “Guess I should get going.” She stood up but the train’s jerk pushed her back down.

“What happened?” Her expressions confused, just like Robert’s.

“Think the train doesn’t want you to go, just yet.” He forced a happy tone, suppressing the irritation underneath. “However, the electric supply is gone.”

“Oh dear, that’s trouble for you. Ironically, my internal lights have gone off long ago.” Her words left a trail. “Could you do me a little favor and tell me what’s going outside?”

Robert was already tired after a long day at work, but he didn’t feel like it was her fault, so he shrugged and looked around.

“​It’s almost dusk. The sky has turned plump orange and the clouds look like waves coming from the ocean.” Robert paused to check if she’s listening and continued.

Illumination

There is no residential area nearby but I can see a few people. There’s a girl, learning to skate down the tiny hill with her father. Her father is holding on to her waist so she doesn’t fall but oh- wow- he isn’t holding her anymore and she can skate on her own!” Robert smiled to himself, reminiscing his days as a child.

“A few meters away, there are two men walking with arms around each other, enjoying the Autumn’s breeze having the time of their lives. I think they’ve heard something now, they’re running towards the sound. I can’t see what’s happening, they’re possibly below the street level.” He said, trying to stand and have a good look.

“Ten to twenty meters above them, there’s a herd of parrots. They’re too tiny as they’re kissing the sky but I’m sure they are parrots because back in my hometown’s tiny forest, we had a their homes.”

“The two men and the girl who was skating with her father were the only ones on that street but now there’s a small mob gathering around something. They’re all rushing in together, happy faces everywhere.” Robert’s mind isn’t in the train, anymore, it’s with the people on the road, pushing each other to get a glance of the source of the cute noise.

“Ah, now I see it. It’s a box of puppies, and there’s another! So, there are two box of cute stray puppies who’ll be apparently finding themselves a home today.” He sat back and thought how happy puppies make him and how nostalgic the parrots are. “We’re going home, too. The train has started, ma’am.”

But the ma’am had already vanished from her seat, he leaned from his seat to check if she was anywhere in the passage but he failed to spot her. Smiling to himself he silently thanked her and dozed off to a peaceful sleep.


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The Secret Sister of Awan Alee – Part VI

The Secret Sister of Awan Alee

Previous parts:

Author’s Note (Password: sister)

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11 January 2017

Dear Scarlett,

Punim hangs out with us! Hey di, we’re sort of a group now. Azure, Naveen, Punim, her friend Snehlata and myself. Since we all stay in hostel, it makes sense to hang out together. Punim is such a sweetheart! I find myself liking her more and more every day. She’s so slender yet so strong. She has a freaky black belt! Yesterday after dinner, she joined me on my night walk. We went to the cross section where the highways meet, and oh, I just couldn’t stop talking.

We’ve so much in common, too! Even her hometown is under the threat of war. The vintage Indo-Pak war for including Kashmir in their reign. *sighs* When will these high powers learn that war means destruction of both the sides participating in it? Or do they simply deny the truth? The working of the world is such complicated! I wish there was a cheat code to understand it. Now, I need to go. Our new semester is a little tough. I’ll write to you when I’ll be free. Good night. See ya soon.

26 May 2017

Dear Scarlett,

Oh my lovely lady I missed you a lot! Hey sister, it’s been so long since we talked. I missed you TONS! The exams are finally over. I’m feeling a sense of relief. It was such a crazy time. All the assignments and the projects. Uff. You’d be glad to know, Punim and I are now great friends. Remember how I said we’ve many things in common? Apparently it led us somewhere and now she’s like my kindred soul! I even told her how I felt about her initially, and the best thing that happened was that she confessed to me that even she had a crush on me!

When I’m with her, I’m completely a different person. I’m myself. It’s like she understands the way I function. She never judges me, that’s to top it all. And she’s wayyyyy too cool (I know I’m saying this a trillionth time) When we both are alone, we look out for cute girls and guys, too. But in the end we end up with each other, oh the irony. XD I’m glad to have a girl bestfriend. Oh, I forgot to tell you. It’s time to return home to our lovely parents! See ya soon.

24 December 2017

Dear Scarlett,

Hush, be quiet it’s about time!

Hey sisso, I just came back to our room, its 12:18 a.m. right now. I went to meet Punim, it’s her birthday today. When I started writing to you, I was taking you with me and that was 19 minutes earlier. So what happened in the meantime was: I took you with me, Punim and I had decided that we will share a secret to each other which we haven’t told anyone in the whole world. So, as expected I took you with me. I told her about you (she’s the first one to know about you) She is such an understanding human being. She didn’t even laugh at me, instead she found it cute.

I’m honored! And about her secret it was something so cute I want to keep it to myself. Sorry. I gifted her a brooch, she loved it! It was nothing compared to what she gifted me. She made a sketch of mine on my birthday and obviously I have it framed on my wall. I am going to sleep! This New Year’s Eve is going to be the first anniversary of our friendship so we’re planning to celebrate it in a grand way! Hope so it works out. See ya soon.
-Awan Alee


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The Secret Sister of Awan Alee – Part V

The Secret Sister of Awan Alee

Previous parts:

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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.❤️


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