for it is difficult to say what is impossible.

“Are you sure we would be able to compete with the others around? I mean we are sole representatives from 1st year; the competitors would be our seniors “said Soumadeep.

“Dude, you are always crying about something or other. Chill, we are not here for competition; let’s just concentrate on the robot and give our best.”

“How can you be so confident Aryan?” cribbed Soumadeep again.

“I just have a gut feeling that we are gonna make it”

“I hope we don’t make a fool of ourselves there, I will come in the morning tomorrow” with these words he walked out of the room.

I was left there alone; the creepy sound of the fan ripped apart the silence. I just kept looking at the dispersed circuit components, the motor was not moving. Despite our several attempts we were unable to crack the reason behind this.

 Electrical seminar was due to start in a week and we were already short of time and this negativity of Soumadeep was not helping me or our project in any respect.

I was determined to prove my worth, I knew I will not quit, no matter what. But with the little knowledge that we, as a first year college possessed, things did looked pity gloomy.

For a moment, words of Soumadeep resonated in my mind but the second later I shooed it away. My dad had taught me – a quitter never wins and a winner never quits.

And I whole heartedly believed I belonged to the latter category. But where were we getting wrong?

The circuit design was perfect; it was designed by me. I had tested and retested its feasibility before setting it on the model. But the motor was not getting the power. ......

Read more, see Fabled Relations

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Perpetual Journey #2

READ THE 1st part here

It's hard for me to handle everything and they are getting on my nerves. I never thought I would have to be this responsible, acting like a senior member of the family. I mean I am just 17. But then, I can’t let mom handle everything alone either.  

That’s life; it makes you bleed to posses the things you crave for.

In my case I just wanted a little happiness, a company to divert all the sorrows around; I was living a life of solitude here.

High school would starting tomorrow; this being the only route to my escape, it will keep me occupied. My mom and I were picking up the lost pieces of our lives. Though the process was tough but we were the only support for each other........

to read more, click HERE

Perpetual journey.

With reference to the blog post Teenage Love, I am starting this new and 3rd story.


Titled Perpetual journey (where every ending can be a new beginning). 
A journey of Stella, her mom and how she tackles her relations, old and new of her life. 


It  took me more than few months to initiate this one, though it was planned a little earlier but I kept procrastinating it over and over again. I found the pages today scrambled in between several other. And decided it was time to complete.

Just like these perennial rivers and streams, our life also moves on, no matter what happens, it just keeps on moving ahead. 


A small dot can stop a sentence but few more dots can give it continuity.
What will you do when life puts more boulders in your path than sleek slopes? Most of us would have surrendered. Well, not so Stella, instead of putting down her head she opted to fight for her family, love and for everything that came in her way.


Did she win her battles? What were those boulders? What was the result she got for all the effort? 


For more on the story see   Fabled Relations.




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Wooden memories...

“I am Raen.”



“Oh, you are one of the survivors of that house”!


“So, will you direct me to the way..?”


“Yap, sure...take left from that corner and then the first right, go straight for a bit, and the house’ll be right there.”


Raen nodded. “Okay” he said.


And then he was making his way through the winding road, driving through few potholes, he finally got there.


Surrounded by thick columns and rusting wrought-iron fencing, the once so called ‘his home’, now faded and black. He took a deep breath and stepped out of the car, “I have to face this.” He said to himself.


The dirt pathway leading to the door, was rutted, a thick layer of grass surrounded it from either sides. Raen took out the keys and opened the lock; he heard the hinge groan as he pushed through the gate.


The first step, drafted him to the pool of past memories;


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“Your school’s over, right?” enquired Raen, with an innocence stare.


“Yap”, answered Doris.


“Then why do you keep studying? “


“Because I want to, it has nothing to do with the school” she replied back.


“Who was guy you were talking to, last night?”


“You saw him? “


“I have been seeing him for the last 2 months.”


“Then, why are you asking me today?”


He stared at her, “mom and dad don’t like him”


“Who told you that?”


“I have seen them arguing over that matter, and it was not going good “


“They don’t like him, do they? “He mused again.


Seeing the pain on her sister’s face, he knew what the answer was.


“You guys love each other? “


“It doesn’t change the fact that he is hated in his house.”


“You are pulling away!! “


“It’s more than love”


“Meaning?”


“You are too small to understand its pros and cons”.


Although Raen was 10 years old then, but he knew something was going wrong between his sister and his parents. But what he failed to understand was, ‘why his sister was arguing them for a person who didn’t even belong to their family.’?


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Read the whole story  here (Fabled Relations)

A friend is not enough.(2)

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"almost a whole year has passed out and you are still lost in his memories ? I thought I was beginning to have some positive impact on you..." before he could say more, she shortened  his words.
"I thought the same Aakash, but neither your smilies nor your friendly behavior could make me happy. I think my grief is inconsolable "


She blurt out, knowing well within her heart that she was hurting her friend, again! .
She wanted to tell him everything that had gone through in the past few days. First she saw Anick in her dreams and then Aakash, and how she regretted her dreams for the latter.
A strange silence filled in between them.


"you there " inquired  Aakash.
"ya"
"at times you appear so joyful but then what happens  in between?. Do you feel this every day and hide them from me.? "
" I bear this torture every day. Not a single night goes when his thought do not penetrate my mind" tears were beginning to appear, yet she tried her best not to let him know.


"you sound pathetic !! wait I am coming there. " said Aakash in a worried tone.
" please don't come...."  the line was already disconnected.


Some 10 minutes latter there was a knock on the door, she quickly opened it, as if wanted to see him.


"hi " he said, as they both stand in front, facing each other.
She opened the door and let him in.


"hmm...it's the worst girl's room I have ever seen "


"oh, how many girl's room you have been into " finding nothing else to say she replied from his lines. "


"wait theres Shilpa, priya, Priyanka.... hey, what are these.... " he uttered seeing the blades ripped with blood.
"shruti , what are these ??? what where you doing with them, show me your hand "  he quickly grabbed her hand in his.
"why do you keep hurting yourself like this. ? You are trying to avoid a fruitful future because of a pained past ,goddamn it, don't you realize that ?  " Aakash distanced himself from Shruti a little.
"why don't you understand this. Dear, dead people don't come back in real life, you need to move on."


"its easy for you say these lines Aakash, but in reality its far more difficult. People may depart but their memories never fades away" shruti choked while saying these lines.


"But whats the use of pondering over those memories when you are suffering with them. Memories are  to make your life better, not to make it worse."


"thats the thing with love, Aakash. You may call me mad but to me, he was my life and he remains the same till today. These memories are the only reminders of his presence. "


"Don't tell me Shruti, you intend to pass the rest of your life with them. "
"I don't know.... "
"what do you mean by that ? Shruti, I may not always be around to see these situations off "


"I didn't get your words... " she gave a blank expression to him.
" I am your friend Shruti, not your husband and plus I have my own life to look after."


She just kept observing his facial expressions, which changed with each word spelt .
"I am shifting my business to Delhi and we might leave by the end of this week"


"Leaving me behind, eh ? you didn't even ... I thought ....I thought you cared for me." 
Shruti stood still, the gravity of the situation was beginning to crawl over her mind. She might be avoiding Aakash in the last few days but inside she knew, how much she needed him to be on her side...






                                                                             ---to be continued.  

A friend is not enough.

She was lying on her bed when her body suffered an impulsive jerk and to the response, she opened her eyes.
Innumerable times this dream had occurred to her. In the beginning it appeared vague but with due passage of time it became the only means to see him.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the polyphonic version of her ringtone,her mobile was vibrating atop her study table.
She switched on the lights before receiving the call.

"hello ? " her voice was hoarse.
"Hey, where are you, I tried calling you so many times but you never received any. Whats your problem ? "

Shruti was not receiving his call for the past few days,she knew the reason well but it was all within her.

"I don't know Aakash, sometimes I don't feel like talking to you."
"what are you saying ? "
"you are a nice friend Aakash, but I am not always as happy as you. And when I want to pour my heart ,you are either busy or talk with me in such a tone that I fail say a single word. "

"I am not catching with your words here,Shruti. we almost talk on a daily basis, message each other through out the day.And now you end up saying these lines to me.? "
 " how do I make you feel what I wanna say to you. I don not hate you and its not that I don't enjoy your company. In fact, if you were not there with me in those days I wonder how I would have faced those all."

"please explain what you really want.  "
"I want nothing from you, its me who is creating the problem. You regard me as your 'best friend' , but its not the same from my side. I guess your friendship is not enough for me. At times I need some emotional support,a feeling which I can relate to my heart. We do not share these in our relation. At times I tried to be as cool minded as you are but I guess somethings do not change ever.
These were the times when I wanted to be left alone. For I know, no one other than  Anick can make me feel better. But he too cares nothing for me now "...



                                                            ...........to be continued.

last words.

She stepped her feet on the icy cold marble and lifted herself from the floor, as stood on the terrace of 30 storied building.

                                                       You left me solitary,

                                                       drenched in pain.

                                              I gave away fighting life in despair,

                                                 without you my living is in vain...

With these words in her mind she pushed herself down towards the pavements on the ground. As she hanged in mid air every moment dwelled with him echoed in her mind again and again.

“In few minutes I would be with him, in a place where there’s no place for anguish or detachment.”

“I love you Aryan “ were her last parting words.

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prompted for Thursday tales : tale # 28

image credits to kle-m of DeviantArt.

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the first kiss.

                                                      


                                                            the day they met ,was unpretentious,

                                                           but soon then everything was not so obvious.

On a sunny bright December morning, he came to meet her,with her parents no where to be found.

                                                they were overwhelm, yet never utter a word.

                                    It was few days ago that they were lying on the sword.

"now that we could meet often,our lives would be much happier" he said to this she replied with a gentle smile.Her heart was thumping loudly as she moved her feet closer to him and gave a sweet peck on his cheeks, she motioned her head forward to touch his lips with hers. 

The fire that they had been breathing ignited the way they had hoped.

                                                        flowers came blazing down,                                                   

                                                        the odor was wonderful ,

                                                       it made their life as roses in the pool..

" lie with me" she whispered in his ears.

The restlessness and upheaval within their hearts had settled down and they kept staring at each other....

She decided "I would stay up all  night and hold his gaze with mine for I do not have the courage to let him go this night..

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                    prompted for - romantic room

                           

                                               

A token of friendship

As the wheel of airbus landed on the turf, memories of my childhood flashed in my head. I was returning after a long time, my mom was there on the receiving end to welcome me. With teary eyes she hugged me and before we could go more emotional I some how managed to get ourself seated.

“There’s a magic show going on in the fields, would u like to visit it…?”

“Mom! Why are you asking me this question…. You very well know that how much I love going there…Lets go.”

 As the car turned on its way to the fields, my mind cluttered with images of past
* * * *

“Hey Udita, how are you?”
“I am very well fine jack, so ready to leave?”
‘Probably yes, we would be leaving in an hour or so…. I will definitely miss this show’.
‘You would only miss this show...?’
‘And a few people.’
“Few…???, Who are they??"
“Ones who were in my life these 12 years..”
“Like..??”
“Ah.! You will not hear your name…”
“Idiot!!”

“Forget that, come with me before you go I want to give you something.”

I took him to the nearby shop..

“Choose among them”.
“Udita, you know I don’t believe in such charms”.
“Just choose, I am not asking you…, leave it, I will get it myself”
I took a green one from the bars.

 “What does it suppose to mean??”

“Just keep it as a token of friendship. Remember me every time you see it…”

We both smiled.. He kept it in his pocket. Soon I heard his dad calling him. We hugged each other and I gave a sweet peck on his checks and finally let him go.......

My thoughts were broken of the approaching sound from the field. I came out and went to the place where I saw him last. Everything remains the same.

 I went to the shop and brought another one and kept it with the previous ten…

 Prompted for:Thursday Tales

I will be there for you...

"I will not be having any contacts with anyone " said aryan.

"what ? what did you just said ? " enquired prerna.
"I said, I would be breaking all the contacts with everyone "
they were sitting beside a lake, they usually hang out in the evenings.

"you are doing this, all because of that stupid girl. don't you.? "
"I just want to live alone,nothing else"
"don't you dare give me that reason, o.k I have been with you for more than 3 years now, you even started to smoke because of her. man,she left you it doesn't mean its the end of all your life ."

*silence*
"she doesn't even deserved your love yaar"
"I know that " said aryan.
"then please for god's sake stop all this"
"I had told you I am not doing it for her, I just wanna live some time alone"
"I will bust you head if you say a single word like that, understand " prerna by this time was being frustated.

"see, . you don't need to do these things.I am always there for you and I promise I would make you forget her.there are lots of girls out there. she was to shit before you."

 she turned around to see aryan in tears...
"man, you are crying or what? oh! you are a boy and  there you are crying  like....."
she even couldn't complete her sentence when aryan hugged her close.
and tears were just flowing from his eyes.

"stop crying you idiot, I said you na, I will always be there for you even if you don't want me to..... "
" what I would have done without you " said aryan sobbing.
"you don't have to.I am not gonna leave you this easy, you dumbo...aakhir frnds hote kisliye hain ".
"now go and wash your face,you look totally messed up."

aryan went and splashed some water onto his face while returning he saw a group of kids playing around the lake side.

he was lost in some thoughts when prerna interrupted  him,

"again thinking of her ? " asked prerna.
"no"
"then,what makes you stand here ?"
"look at those kids,their life is just full of fun, how dearly I wished I was one of them"
"yeah, childhood days was all about fun and no tensions at all,its only when we have some mind of our own the problem starts...."
"hey, enough of these emotional stuffs. its getting dark I should better start walking towards my house. remember I am still a girl and I have some restrictions on me."
"yup,lets go." said aryan. he was feeling so lucky to have a friend like her...

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prompted at   THURSDAY TALES

love me for what I am

"as the time passes away the charm ness of our faces would degrade day by day . But at the end of our lives its not the beauty or wealth you would be remembered for but how you manage to grab a place in somebody's heart" said a worrying mother to his child who was abused by the local kids for his color of the skin.

"but everyone in the family is fairer than me,even you than why did god made me this way. ? " replied the child.

"think in this way son,he made you different from others.He must have felt something special about you." her mother did her best to make her son believe he was special.

"but, do you consider me special ? "
"yes, son you are my most special child." tears rolled down her eyes as she hugged her son.

"never think you are alone and do not loose your hope when others appose you,understood na? "

"yes mother "

"one day the other around you would love you for what you really are"

this kid grew up and became what we all know as Nelson Mandela or

Nelson Rolihlahla Mandela,

who fought against racism and was elected as first black president of S.Africa

P.S- This is a total work of fiction of mine,it has nothing to do with the life of above [hon'rable] person. 

prompted at Thursday tales

image credit to XIANLOVE  from DeviantArt

love and madness.

Once upon a time all the feelings were playing hide and seek.
Madness was counting and all the others were hiding. Lie told
that he would hide behind the tree.

Love did not got a place to hide.So, he hid himself in the rose bush.

When madness started searching for them, all except love was caught
but envy told madness about love [where he was hiding ].

So, madness jumped into the bush and in the process love lost both
of his eyes to the thorns of the bush.
God got angry and ordered madness to be with love.

Since then LOVE IS BLIND AND MADNESS ACCOMPANY HIM.




P.S- this story was recited to me by someone dearest.