Helpless

Helpless

Helpless.   Haven't you ever felt so?   Seeing things and not able to change the wrong.   But wrongs had always been there, then it dawns.   However, helplessness? Perhaps not.   Then what made the wrong to stay so?   Was it the silence?  Or had it been the rotten core?   To change the wrong the question always arrived   We ignore and name it helplessness. (Can that be denied?)   Aren't we at the stage yet where we are aware of it and need to change it?   Or would it take some more sisters, homies and lovers to be molested before it?   Is it really the issue with the society as a whole?   Or is it just merely us on a personal chore?   It's been long now. Long enough to bear and be helpless.   It's time to make those wrong helpless. ©The Honest Fabler — Sarvesh Antapurkar ©Image Source — Google Images...
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Guardian Angels

Guardian Angels

I remember the time I was afraid to face the world. It was them who held me close, like a shield and we faced it together. I remember the time when I was afraid to tumble. It was them who held my hand & taught me to walk. I remember the time I felt like the water would drown me. It was them who held me in the deep waters and taught me to swim. I remember the time when I was afraid to meet new people at school. It was them who told me how important a friend is in our life. I remember the time when I was afraid my birthday gift wouldn't be good enough. It was them who saved for months and surprised me with the unexpected. I remember how sad I was when my first friend left me. It was them who gave me strength to endure the future. I remember how sad I was when I almost flunked a major year, It was them who provided me...
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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.  Rescheduled Deadlines. 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...
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A Mother’s Wisdom

A Mother’s Wisdom

An hour past midnight. The cold winter winds blew in through the open window & I tightened my grip on the blanket. My room's door was shut, the phone placed on my ear turned static. I couldn't believe the words I just listened to. "It's over. I can't be with you." The sentence screamed in my mind and I realized it isn't a dream. A sudden gasp left my mouth followed by loud sobbing. I knew everyone's asleep so I muffled my mouth in the blanket. 10 minutes. 15... 20... 30... An hour... Two? Or more? I don't remember how & when I fell asleep.  A heavenly morning. All I remember is the next day my room's door was ajar, the sunlight warming my cold face and illuminating the room with a shade of white. Everything else stood as still as it was last night, only more brighter than ever. I wondered if I were dreaming it. "Good morning, Alfred." Ah, no. Not a dream. I heived a sigh...
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13 Reasons Why.

13 Reasons Why.

13 Reasons Why There was a time when she was ashamed. Ashamed to step out of the door. To be judged by those eyes. To be looked at, by those who owned the eyes. She didn't hate the dresses her mom chose for her, she hated wearing her own skin. She didn't hate being called a "slut" or a "whiny bitch", she hated her own name. Yet she survived. She survived the mess her life had become, she got back up everytime she was let down. She fought her own demons and untangled her tangled strings. But for how long? For how long would a heart crave for love? For how long would a heart crave for someone to see through the window amidst the walls, built by itself? How long....? Post Script: The story of Hannah Baker, live and in stereo, though a fiction, it's the darkest and the purest one I've ever read/seen. It may not be your usual TV series, but it's one that would make you re-think your world. It's one story that...
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The Secret Sister of Awan Alee – PART III

The Secret Sister of Awan Alee – PART III

Complete parts: Author’s Note (Password: sister) I II III IV V VI VII VIII IX 25 September, 2016 Dear Scarlett, I can’t believe the exams were easy!! I'm not really sure if they had intentionally set such easy papers but it was great for me. I called mom to tell her about the exams, they were both glad. She informed me that they left Syria last month. It was the very next day that we spoke. I became a little restless but she assured me that it was all planned and now we have our own house in the capital of Egypt, that is Cairo! I am overwhelmed. I’m still telling every friend of mine this news ever since the phonecall. But that wasn’t all about the phone call, mom even asked if I pray. I didn’t answer it but I know she knows the answer. I never liked to believe in God and now that the two of them don’t ask me to pray, I’m free to do as I please. Don’t get me wrong,...
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