Story of Her Life — The Society’s Wrath

Story of Her Life — The Society’s Wrath

The Society's Wrath She pressed her lips on my forehead for one last time and we parted on our own ways. My path is pretty predictable which brought us here; a stranger, telling you her life's tale. My life before I met her wasn't as alive as latter. But once I met her, boy, oh boy! I swear my world changed. My heart started beating, my veins pumped blood like never before and I could see the world in a blur vision. Days passed and she didn't seem to notice me, yet. But one fine day, she noticed me and we entered a new chapter of my life. She won't stop talking to me even for a single day! It became our routine, she talked to me after waking up, while working and even before going down to sleep. Everything was amazingly smooth. She also realized how amazing my kicks were. That was the time she smiled to herself and fantasized me as a world...
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A Miserable Truth — World Poetry Day!

A Miserable Truth — World Poetry Day!

Before I begin, a belated Happy World Poetry Day to each one of you! I know I'm late, but better late than never! On this eventful occasion, I would like to bring the following miserable topic out of the darkness. Let's discuss about it once you've read the poem. I'd really want to know what you think about this particular tragedy surrounding us, which (talking for myself) has been an elephant in the room all my life. A Miserable Truth I'm hungry. Feed me with life. I'm dying. Save my bleeding heart with your own. I'm lost. Search for me in the depths of your soul. I'm suffering. Kill me now & free me soon. I'm done. The word dignity has lost it's worth. I'm helpless. There's nothing I could've done to change time's course. I'm struggling. The grip of death around my neck, chokes me. I'm regretful. If only I hadn't left my toes off the ground, I'd change my fate. I'm hazed. The world has turned red, just like the sheets of my bed. I'm screaming. Although the screams...
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A Reborn Princess

A Reborn Princess

It's never too late to be reborn as a person that you want to be.  -Madhav Ramanathan "Train arriving on Platform number 4 at 20 hours and 3 minutes is expected 15-20 minutes late today." He looked at his wristwatch that pointed 8:10 and his distant eyes stopped their search. He found a place to sit in a faraway corner on the crowded platform. If only the train wasn't late today. He took a deep breath and dialed a landline number. "Madhav! Why didn't you call earlier? Did you get it?" A high pitched voice rushed out from Madhav's receiver. "I'll be late, you guys go on without waiting for me." He slipped his hand in the bag. His heart skipped a beat when he couldn't touch it, but he felt the rustling plastic, eventually. "I've got it." "Priya is asking you to get a cab." But Madhav bluntly rejected it. "I'll come soon. Have fun!" A halfhearted smile crossed his face and he thought about being with...
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A Short Novel and a Youtube Channel!

A Short Novel and a Youtube Channel!

Ahoy amigo! It's been quite a while that I've been active. That's since past few days, I've been working on a few projects of my own! Like a Short Novel — "Not Anymore" and my youtube channel but more about that later. *Turning to a, rather serious tone than usual. Yesterday, everyone celebrated Children's Day with a lot of enthusiasm over the social networks. I'm very glad to see that but how many of us, are aware about the children suffering serious injustice and violation of their rights as a human being? These acts of violation are not only limited to child labor and the rotten system of child trafficking but even at our households. When people come together, we do great things. We bring great changes. The change our society needs, now, is ensuring the safety of every child. Recently, we've all read, seen and heard in the news about the grotesque rapes and murders of children and even infants. What else, have...
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Short Stories 1.0 + The Best Announcement!

Short Stories 1.0 + The Best Announcement!

Announcement Time! Before I start — A very Happy Diwali to everyone. A few months ago, Codex Publishing House was formed and to give a chance to new authors in getting published, they conducted a search for the best short stories to be included in the anthology — The Midget Allegories! It gives me immense pleasure to announce that 6 of my short stories have been selected in the anthology! YES, I still can't believe I'm going to get the tag of being a published author. *Heavy Breathing. Here's the first look at the cover, the details of buying the book would be posted as soon as the link is available: Recently, I faced a writer's block. Weird enough, the writer's block was only limited to tales and poems! Why? Because all the time, I continued to write short stories and now seems a good time to blog them! Unlike before, blogging a single short story seems pointless, as it's really short. So, I'd posting series...
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My Lost Captain

My Lost Captain

O' Captain! I've forgotten the value of words. Or maybe I've stopped listening to the melodic birds? Every time I try to write, to imagine, to break out of my cocoon, My brain goes berserk & I know I've lost my boon! Sending papers fly out in air, I bang my head down in despair! I need to write. Something that won't give my blood pressure a flight. I review what I've written so far. "Utter bullshit!", I scream, "Just put me under a car!" Take a deep breath, indulge in your mind. Ask yourself, what has really turned you blind? Tick tock, tick tock. Random words won't break my writer's block. "Don't hit it harder, man! Let yourself go, without a plan." That's how it has always been. The only cure that I've ever seen. Stop your rants at once, boy. The power of words is not a kid's toy. My brain screams, "Grow up!" And I hold my urge to snap with a "Shut up." I embrace the suggestion, instead. Hoping it's better when I get up from bed. Then comes the worst...
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Offered my heart, Stole my virginity.

Offered my heart, Stole my virginity.

No complaints - A letter of apology First time when I noticed you, my heart skipped a beat. I knew how out of my league you were, but my heart didn't care about it. I should have been wise and made it stop wanting you. Your flattering manner of speaking overwhelmed me with fantasies. Words of love escaping your tongue and resting on my ears was all my heart wished for. I should have been realistic enough to separate reality & fantasy. The pending request from you in my inbox was a shock I couldn't take. I should have been smart enough to only give you my notes and talk further. (Shouldn't have been over-excited since the next shock might have almost killed me from a heart attack.) "I want to date you." Lame. That's not how you express your feelings! Especially over text?! Outrageous! But oh, I should have been strong enough to say a simple "No". Watching movies in a theater was never my way of spending time nor money. But a...
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Umbrella – An Impromptu Fable

Umbrella – An Impromptu Fable

The Polka Dotted Umbrella It wasn't my choice to get polka dotted umbrella, but my mom insisted and I couldn't reject. I was 10, back then. Yet I understood enough and hated the girly color of it. At times, when the rain came in after our school ended I avoided to take it out and would rather get wet. I was sure my school mates won't let me just live with it. Especially, Ronit, my next door bully. When we were children, we were the best of friends but these days he didn't even acknowledge me in school. Obviously, my mom knew I did it on purpose and still tried to explain me how the judgement of others don't matter. So, I did it. Three months after I got the umbrella, on an afternoon after school the rain pour started. I remembered her words and dared to open it. It took me a lot of courage to take the embarrassing shade out but I...
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Writers are Paranoid

Writers are Paranoid

Pre-Script: We, writers, may be well known and respected for portraying our thoughts in words but there are few secrets that every writer keeps to himself. Now, I may be exaggerating but these are my worst fears and to be honest each of it is a byproduct of paranoia. Writers are Paranoid From the moment we pick up our pens, till we start with the first letter on the page, we are afraid. Afraid about starting the thought our mind has instigated & what will be the best way to begin? From the first chapter's completion, till the transition of next, we are afraid. Afraid that if we fail to write again and live in our real world, we'll get exiled from the world we created. From the introduction of the protagonist, till the elevation of events, we are afraid. Afraid that our imaginary friends may leave us high & dry in the middle and our story would never proceed. From the triumph and the climax, till the final verdict of the book, we are afraid. Afraid about any plot...
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