The Elite Choice

The Elite Choice

The Elite Choice Choices, decisions and their sequence, Show the value of their significance. Process of the sequence and the sequence of the thoughts, are the ever encored laws.   Choices seeming perfect today, won’t be best of tomorrow, but what we tend to choose, can lead to either happiness or sorrow.   Choosing to be secretive, or sharing the thoughts staying assertive. Lying to the believed, or believing the lie is a choice, an elite choice.   Range of feelings during a proposal, choosing what you want, in return, the variations of the expressions in that approval, bears the varied, elite choice.   Desires characterize the infinity curve, the time parameter decides the effects, if the time isn’t perfect, the choice has to be perfect. The absolute,  elite choice.   Choices carry anticipation, where the amount of anticipation also requires a choice, The Elite Choice. © The Honest Fabler — Bhumika Dhavale © Image Source — Google...
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Caged

Caged

It was early morning when Ama woke me up by hitting my bony shoulders. I got up without making much sound because Ba didn't like noise in the morning. After changing into a few rags, we both left the makeshift room where we have been living in for a year. It's located amongst the slums at the back of the opulent street where the rich people live. Ama and I followed the usual route that we take to reach the nearest railway station. En route to the station, Ama took the baby from the lady called Sumu. The baby was not moving much as usual. He's always quiet as if he's dead. We reached the station and our daily routine began. I attracted the people who were waiting for the trains by pleading them to give me something to eat. I repeated the words that Ama had been teaching me since forever to get food. 'Kuch de... Bhuk lagi... Nahi khaya......
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Invigorate thy soul

Invigorate thy 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...
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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...
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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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The Secret Sister of Awan Alee – Part V

The Secret Sister of Awan Alee – Part V

Complete parts: Author’s Note (Password: sister) I II III IV V VI VII VIII IX   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...
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Looking for humanity

Looking for humanity

"So students, this lesson has taught us that a falling apple made man discover Gravity." The teacher concluded, closing the textbook. A student stood up and asked, "If a falling fruit can make us discover gravity then why can't the falling bombs make us discover humanity?" ©Hrishikesh Thakurdesai - A great friend of mine who writes short tales on some of the deepest topics! Be sure to check out his Instagram and Blog! ©Cover credits- Google Images...
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Runaway souls.

Runaway souls.

"I'm running away." The troubled-teen held onto her best friend's hand for the last time. "Why?" He tilted his head. "Why? Because I've to find myself. Whatever we are now, is what the world has made us. The things we know are what people have told us. We live in a world of influence, I feel dependent on these souls to decide things for me. I can't bear it. I can't not be me, anymore. I'm going to be me and I will be made by me. Please don't stop me. I'll miss you." With that said, she was gone with the wind. ©The Honest Fabler ©Cover credits- Google Images...
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I let them die.

I let them die.

I am bitter. I mourn for the people I couldn’t become and I blame the world for it. They killed the poet They killed the writer They killed the playwright and everything they could’ve written. They killed the actor They killed the model They killed the muse and everything they could’ve become. They killed the firefighter They killed the doctor They killed the soldier and everyone they could’ve saved. They killed the child They killed the romantic They killed the dreamer and everything they could’ve accomplished. They killed everything I could’ve become and I’m bitter. Because in the end, I let them die. ©Caffeinated Chi - An amazing blogger friend/guide of mine who's been a great inspiration and motivation to me! If you love reading mysteries then you'd surely love to read his book:- Divulge 4 Cover credits- Google Images...
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