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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!
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©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. ^-^

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©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.


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©Image Source – Google Images

Invigorate thy soul

soul

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 Blank String

Family along the streets.

Just a few bodies live together in a hole,a burrow in a space of cement concrete.
Pigeons that return on beaks of worms,gophers in their holes of common space.
Exploring life,sharing its outer darkness,as the sky hangs in balance,tautly held.

Our children eat porridge off our hands, we are their white walls,with nail-holes.
Their clothes are hung in our blankness.

Old man stare at ceilings,under the stairs,sagging cots bring them closer to the earth.
Away from the overhanging sky of the roof.
Just a few bodies that return to the earth,one by one noting each other’s presence.

Salvaged pastels,
Make up a chalky wraith,swaying and sighing,from day to day and night to night.

Dust filled drops
Frozen on the cheeks,lacklustre and void of roses,petals fallen like crumbled ash.

Pools of Black Death
Afraid and burned by light,no longer dilating or rippling,standing still in time .

No more visitors of Life Only sights of a ghost prison,gray buildings,and empty avenues.

The broken,the lifeless,the angry,the wraith that walk along the streets.

Along the streets.
Along the streets.


© The Honest Fabler– Pooja Mukherjee
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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

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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)

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

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
©Image Source-Myself

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.


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©Cover credits- Google Images

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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