Guilty as charged. (Part 2)

Guilty as charged. (Part 2)

By Ashutosh Gursale30 Comments
Don't know what's happening in this part? Read these: Guilty as charged. (Part 1) Guilty as charged.(Part 2) Guilty as charged.(Part 3) Guilty as charged.(The Final Part) His words make me recoil. I hold back the urge to panic. The man who I was sent to have a session with, by his parents since he has cancelled all the appointments they made with me, previously, seemed only a shy introvert, now a murderer?  'So you couldn't get your revenge?' I ask keeping my tone even, an unfazed smile stuck on my face. 'Oh yes, of course I did.' He's laughing, like he knows something that I don't. 'But didn't he jump off the building?' 'That he did, but that doesn't mean I didn't have my revenge.' He sits at my feet, his hands on my knees. 'Dr. Zhang, you're doing something that's changing me. Why didn't you meet me before all this happened.' A tear runs down his cheek, he makes no effort to hide it. 'Before what happened, Diablo?' 'Before...
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Guilty as charged. (Part 1)

Guilty as charged. (Part 1)

By Ashutosh Gursale30 Comments
Eager to find the future parts? Read these: Guilty as charged. (Part 1) Guilty as charged.(Part 2) Guilty as charged.(Part 3) Guilty as charged.(The Final Part) "You've never experienced what a roller coaster ride is?" "Uh-No." "No, sir." He corrected. "Not even travelled through a plane you say?" "Sir no, sir." "This is gonna be fun." Then Kane turned his back & everyone laughed.  ** 'That's where it started?' She asks me. The noise of her pen running against the paper is audible even when she's across the room, sitting in front of me. There's a scar on her index finger, probably a burn. By the look of it, one can wager it is old- Yes, a good decade or so. 'Are you with me, Mr. Heinz?' The name makes me recoil. 'Call me Diablo, please. I hate those 5 letters together. H-E-I-N-Z!' It's rude! No, I should apologize. 'Sorry.' I whisper & chew on the dead skin near my nail. 'It's okay, Diablo. Let this be. I'm bored, you want to play?' She points her gaze towards...
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Purging the past.

Purging the past.

By Ashutosh Gursale16 Comments
'Come on, Hugo! Can't you swim faster?' I scream over the resting waves splashing on my face. 'I've had supper—an hour ago, Allaire.' He manages to speak spilling water out of his mouth. 'We're almost there.' I state & continue swimming. A little lackadaisically, though, as it has turned quite dark since we've reached within the mountain's shadow. Finally getting out of the river, he collapses on a rock covered with weeds. I still can't believe this is happening for real. 'Are you okay?' I kneel next to his shivering body and start rubbing his palms. 'I'm glad you told me that we're going to leave our boat on its own before jumping off in the water. Oh wait, you didn't tell me, did you?' I laugh and take his sarcasm as a sign of being normal. 'Up on your feet, my love.' Dusting off the weeds from his jeans he stands and looks around. Finally, someone other than me has seen it. My wonderland.  'What is this...
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The beggared billionaire.

The beggared billionaire.

By Ashutosh Gursale9 Comments
"I want that balloon, pappy." I hear her clamorous voice across the garden. I've heard it somewhere before. She's pulling a man, with slothlike pace and an arched back, behind her. With a ragged smile he buys the balloon and gives it to her, bending with great efforts. "Old man." I snigger. Resuming on my way, I glance at my reflection on a car window. Ironically, my face looks much older than her Grandpa. Atleast he has his grandchild. I give a sad nod & sit on the edge of a bench obscured from the bright sunlight due to the untrimmed bushes. My daily spot to spend time with myself. I wasn't always so alone. Even I had a family- family, even the word makes me ache. Let's focus on the brighter part of my life, shall we? I brought up my father's business, turned it into an empire. An empire the world would remember for ages, but will I? I've never had much...
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A farewell to 2016.

A farewell to 2016.

By Ashutosh Gursale99 Comments
Dear Santa, Surprised I'm writing to you, now? After not writing to you last year, like everytime? To be honest, last Christmas my brother told me that you're a figment of imagination, created to make children like me happier. I don't feel bad for the lies honestly, nothing's your fault. But I do have a list of complaints against you. Last year was too much to take in. Overwhelmed with sadness, hurt and a little pinch of happiness! I hate you for taking away the people who I admired and all the dark days whole world witnessed. But I'm grateful, too, cause these events brought the whole world together. It united the farthest corners of the world and gave a common cause to each of us. To value our fellow humans. David Bowie's 'Lazarus' was the first song my brother made me listen to and I instantly fell in love with it. He passed away only after 2 days of his 69th birthday. It...
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