Oh, How Do I Unlove You!

Every morning, I used to wake up with a smile because I knew I was loved by you. The way you looked at me, the smile that you bestowed on me, the way you held my hands used to send my heart galloping. Your words would still the restless in me, your touch would calm the storm in me, your presence would soothe the reckless me. 

A Closure

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Fulki was staring at the rustling leaves of the tree outside her window. A couple of small sparrows were tweeting and playing with each other. They seemed so happy, so carefree. Like she was. Once upon a time; a long, long time back.

The door to her room opened and her mother’s husband entered. She saw a gift-wrapped box in his hands and looked away. She didn’t want to touch that but she didn’t know how to refuse. He had always been nice to her despite of her resentment. Maybe she could ignore the gift and make everyone forget about it?

The Chocolate

Udichi couldn’t wait to be alone. She had got a huge bar of chocolate in her backpack and she wanted to savor it without Udipti, her twin. It wasn’t as if she hated her; it’s just that sometimes she wanted to do somethings alone. Her mother, on the other hand, always wanted both of her daughters to do same things. Maybe it saved her time to keep track of their activities.

Blood Money

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“Abhay, serve the tea on table four quickly!”

Suppressing a flare of irritation, Abhay took his gaze off the TV in the kitchen. Even though he felt like smashing the cup on the tray, he carefully poured hot tea and went to serve the customer. He absolutely hated the restaurant’s crowd. They were stuffy and always ready for fight. Once he had spilled a bit of tea on some hotshot’s trousers and man, was it a mess. Despite of him apologizing again and again, the man had threatened to beat him up. As if that was going to make his pants clean! Huh!

As soon as he served the tea, the customer yelled – “The tea is cold! Don’t you dare serve me leftover.”

Secret To Prosperity

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Jowaki was sweaty and tired. She hated traveling, especially by bus. And to top it off, they were traveling to a remote village. She still couldn’t understand why she was being dragged! It wasn’t as if her relatives would miss her. She hadn’t met any relatives from her mother’s side in last 7 years when they had shifted from Gokulpur to Ahmedabad. Generally talking on phone was enough but as it was mom’s first cousin’s wedding, they had to visit.

Loved And Lost

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Yes, I was different. Not that I liked different colours or different things. It was much more than that.

Being brought up in a typical Indian society, I was taught to cook and sew from childhood. Many times Sundays were spent in the company of mom learning how to pickle mangoes and how to roll out the perfect round roti. All this was done when I was internally dying to watch my favourite cartoon on TV.

I was even given good education in prestigious convent school. When I was in high school, my parents enrolled me in good tuition classes. They wanted me to score good marks. They wanted me to be perfect. A perfect cook, a perfect scholar, a perfect career woman, a perfect daughter, a perfect wife, and a perfect mother.

But I wasn’t perfect.

Evil Me III

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PS: This story is about a singer and her struggles. It's about at what lengths a woman goes to fulfill her dreams. What price she's ready to pay for her ambitions. So I don't want my readers to get scared looking at the length of the post, I am posting this story in 3 episodes, each episode having approximately words. This is the third part of the story. To read first part, click here. To read second part, click here.

As the luck would have it, he was married.

Evil Me - II

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PS: This story is about a singer and her struggles. It's about at what lengths a woman goes to fulfill her dreams. What price she's ready to pay for her ambitions. So I don't want my readers to get scared looking at the length of the post, I am posting this story in 3 episodes, each episode having approximately words. This is the second part of the story. To read first part, click here.

A miracle happened.

Evil Me - I

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PS: This story is about a singer and her struggles. It's about at what lengths a woman goes to fulfill her dreams. What price she's ready to pay for her ambitions. So I don't want my readers to get scared looking at the length of the post, I am posting this story in 3 episodes, each episode having 1000 words. This is the first part of the story.

"Have you sinned? Do you regret them? Do you want to atone?"

As soon as I read this sign board outside an astrologer, I wanted to burst out laughing. Of course I have sinned. Who can go through half a century of her life without sinning? But the question is, do I regret it? Of course not. I don't do regrets. In fact, if I find myself in the middle of the same situation, I'd do it all over again. However, I might do it with more finesse, more style and more enjoyment.

Guest Post: The Princess and the Frog

I love reading fiction and there are few bloggers whom I read religiously. Karthik L, who blogs at Three Reams of the Mind, is one of those. So when he asked me if I would like to re-tell any fairy tale, I jumped at the chance. Literally. Read on my attempt and let me know what do you think of it.

A peek into the story

"What's so funny?" asked the disgruntled frog.

"Well, this is 21st century. Do you really want me to believe that witches exist? What do you take me for?"

"Then how many talking frogs have you encountered in your 21st century?"

For more, click here.

Medium Size And The Lady

For the first time, a guest post is being featured on my blog, and the wonderful thing is, it's from my good friend Anunoy Samanta. I've known Anunoy for around a year now and it has always been fun to read his stories. Apart from being unique and creative, he always manages to incite laughter from his readers. Read on for a good chuckle. 

The door bell rang at a critical moment and the chore remained unfinished. Truly said, nothing happens before its time. He wrapped up the towel again with thousand “whomsoever it may concern” curses and flashed water in the empty pan. An ill fated cockroach peeped out from under the folded toilet seat and took a gust of insecticide spray; after all, there had to be someone to take the first blow of fully dismayed Bholanath before the late morning visitor.

Smoking Hot

OMG! Who’s that guy? How come I haven’t seen him before? I’ve been working for this company since last 7 years and being the busy body that I am, I know all of the 230 employees. How did I miss this hotie? Holy hell, just look at his eyes! They were enough to make you swoon. I couldn’t resist my curiosity and asked Binita sitting beside me.

A Dragon-Filled Wish

“That’s how the dragon and the cub became best of friends and lived happily ever after.” The king lion completed the ritual bed-time story and closed the book.

“Dad! I too want a fire-breathing dragon as a best friend!” Narhari, the 8-year old prince of the WonderLand, wailed.

Friends Forever

Afreen was in full panic mode. What was she thinking while saying yes to a date with Ratish? Was she out of her mind? She didn’t even have a single dress in her wardrobe. All she had were jeans and sweatshirts! What will she wear? And what about her hair? She can’t even remember when she had had her last haircut. Oh God, what a messy situation it was.

Marriage Of Convenience

When I was in school, life was definitely lot easier than today. Although there was no Google to help in school homework, we actually had good pen and paper to write. We didn’t need to charge the pen or worry about our written words getting lost just because we ran out of ink or because our pen crashed. However, that wonderful life ended with the start of the college life.

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From the first year itself, we were asked to write projects in computers. Although my friends were happy that they wouldn’t need to write out 4000-5000 words project, I wasn’t. I was deeply in love with my books and pen. I don’t know why but computers and I never got along from the very beginning (we were introduced in my 5th grade). Many times I have smashed the keys of the keyboard out of frustration and many times the computer has eaten away thousands of my words without an ounce of remorse. It was an all out war for us.

Ekana And The Witch!

In a land named Candor, there lived a boy named Ekana. He was very naughty and mischievous, and would often land into trouble due to his antics. Although his parents loved him to bits, they would punish him for his pranks in the hope of reforming him into a wise boy. His punishments would range from washing off his own socks to writing down “I won’t harass anybody again” 100 times to helping his mother clean the dishes.

Lazy Love

Once upon a time, there was an affluent kingdom known as Industrious Land. It was a very prosperous, rich empire, with subjects working for at least 16 hours. Although working for long hours was not compulsory, residents loved to toil; and their king was no sloucher too. He relentlessly worked along with his people. He would personally keep track of the health of his subjects, oversee the workings of farms and business, and in his spare time, he would keep on coming up with new schemes for the betterment of his people.

In that merry land of people, there lived a very very unhappy girl named Lali.

The Jacket

Rudra was chilled to his bones. In fact, he was even more chilled than the frosted chocolate ice-cream he was licking.

“You are so cold, even your hands are shaking. You should throw away the ice-cream and wrap yourself up properly in the jacket,” Anand was worried about his friend falling sick. If he caught cold, their camping sir would surely find that they had sneaked out of the camp in the late evening.

“Don’t worry. I won’t catch cold.” No way was Rudra going to give up his chocolate ice-cream, that too after taking so much risk in sneaking out of their camping ground.

The Curse

“Tana, can you pull up the last bucket? My arms are aching.” Riri, thoroughly tired after pulling 7-8 buckets of water from the well, called out to her sister who was busy shifting water into different pots. Even though Tana immediately stopped what she was doing to help out her sister, Riri’s mood wasn’t improved. She was very well aware that they would have to carry back the pots to their home, which was nearly 2 kilometers afar.

In an effort to cheer up their morning chore, Riri started singing while shifting water.

Betrayal

Oma’s feet were dunked in the pond that was settled in the middle of the wilderness. Fishes were playing near her feet. Every now and then they would nibble on her feet but she didn’t notice. She didn’t even notice that it was an extremely hot afternoon. Not a single leaf fluttered. Resident birds and monkeys were mute; it seemed they were contemplating about their survival in the face of harsh summer. Utter silence reigned over the forest. A shattered glass bottle was lying few feet away from Oma; the broken pieces dazzling like huge diamonds in the sunlight.