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The spoiler|Short Story 4
The spoiler| Short Story 4
The random visits of Ayda to Adil’s place were a regular thing now. That day he had resigned from his job and was supposed to leave the city in a couple of days. So it was “for the last time to have chocolate together” reason for her to meet him. It had been just a couple of months that he shifted to this new city and new office and in a short span of time, he decided to move out of it for a reason even unknown to him. Adil and Ayda became good friends in this short span of office time. She was not in love with Adil but somehow she got attached to him for his words. Adil too never had any such feeling but he didn’t mind being a comfort cushion to her as long as she was comfortable with it.
That day, as she entered his home she knew that it might be their last meeting. The building compound was rumbling with the festival choirs. Avoiding that sound, she started discussing her crush, ex-boyfriend and life in general again with him. Emotions reached its peak. The eyes spoke more than the lips. Adil saw it. A comforting hug happened became intimate in no time. That evening, what the background choirs also did was setting the solitude for the kiss that happened minutes later and continued.
What was it?
Why did that kiss happened and why the intimacy was there?
No one had an answer to it. It was the moment that lived its life fully. Neither anyone wanted to tag that emotion with any name and nor was it a time to stop and think where it was going. Nothing happened that night but still, she left his place only the next morning. Both agreed to keep this night only in their memories and agreed not to discuss it with anyone.
As Ayda made her exit, Adil realized how the friendship that entered his house to offer him a bar of chocolate, was leaving his place by spoiling itself with the kiss and the night that passed by.
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The Divorce|Short Story 3
The Divorce | Short Story 3
“I have never seen a more weird couple ever in my life…” thought Jacob Stoker. “And here they come again and now for the final time.”
Jacob, a judge preceding over divorces, never felt more useless when dealing with this particular couple. His task was very simple. This was a no-fault divorce. The grounds were lack of affection and distance. He was confounded because the couple never showed that there was no affection. Jacob had given judgement to several divorce cases but this was one he will always remember. The couple did not get any lawyer because there was no splitting of assets. There was no custody battle because they were not going to live separately. They will stay together till Samantha (14) and Jaden (17) leave for college and they get on their own.
James Laurent and Sophia Marsden have been married for 5 years. They had been dating since the last 20. According to the couple they had reached a precipice in their marriage. The biggest problem was that they had become such good friends that the romance had fizzled out. Jacob couldn’t believe it at first. He tried to probe and question and acted counsellor to the couple and found that James held Sophia in high regard. He was very respectful of her. It was as if she was some benevolent queen of someplace. Jacob noticed that James’ respect was not completely out of place. She was a highly learned woman with a very calm yet authoritative demeanour.
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Sophia, in turn, reciprocated the same. This was not a couple entering a divorce agreement; it was one that had come to start a new journey in their life. This divorce felt more like a marriage to Jacob. The couple’s explanation for such an event was this that it was not due to differences but acceptance of those differences that lead to their “holy separation.” They did start having arguments and quarrels but over time they came to a conscious realization that this was counter-productive. It was obvious that due to the distance that had built up later there was bound to be some resentment. They both were expecting things from each other that neither was able to provide and agreed that this was the classic example of how people change. They loved each other throughout their metamorphosis into what they are today. But this has stopped now.
The argument was that if they fight and end on a bad note now, it would be an insult to the memory of those twenty years. They had differences, “but who doesn’t?” said James. “I have accepted these changes in James but now I no longer want that in my life and he’s made me realized that I have changed too. Gosh, we are completely someone else now.”
“And then there are the kids. We also agree that they should never have to suffer for this.”
Jacob, as astonished as he was, quickly approved what was to be approved. “So what now?” he asked.
“Nothing, it is my turn to cook today,” said Sophia.
by Anant Pillai
The Divorce | Short Story 3
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The Deal | Short Story 2
The Deal | Short Story 2
It was a cold day on the 23rd of December 2015. The atmosphere and the song coupled with the view outside his room filled a sense of euphoria and languish in him. Karthik feigned playing the guitar for the entire length of the song. He looked at the mountains visible from his windows and pretended they were his audience and that whatever he played would echo back to him like how sometimes people at concerts do.
When Coldplay’s “fix you” was over, the next song that started playing was Carlos Santana’s “Europa”. Halfway through this song whatever euphoria was left had vanished. Karthik almost fell out of his window as he saw a cloaked figure in the reflection of the mirror of his cupboard. The figure was standing right near where his back was resting. “What the hell? How did you get in here?
Mom!”
“Relax child. You forgot that you are alone right now. I am not here to hurt you boy. I am merely going to grant you your wish. Do you not wish to be a virtuoso?” said the cloaked figure. Karthik remained silent looking at the darkness where the face is supposed to be. “Lets us not waste any more time and I will tell you things as they are. I am the messenger of death here to offer you a deal. I shall give you what you want. You will be able to play the instrument of your choice like a master.
I shall give you that knowledge and the hands of a maestro. In return, I want ten years from your life. You will die ten years early than you are destined to. I will not tell you how long you will live even though I know it exactly”. The figure took out its arm as if to shake hands. They were eerily human-like even though it wasn’t human. “What do you say, boy? It’s now or never. I am just here to respond to your lament. Don’t you want to play music in these mountains?”
“I do”
and he put out his hands to shake. The deal was made. Karthik ran out immediately to the instruments store and purchased the best guitar his pocket money could buy. He took a rickshaw to the nearest sunset point and hiked towards a secret cliff that only he knew the way to. Post that he tuned his guitar and stood there playing songs from afternoon to the evening and right towards the night. He played with all the passion and teary-eyed. He played till his fingers bled. At 12:30 AM, the mountains echoed no more.
— By Anant Pillai
The Deal | Short Story 2
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Ram Baba | Short story 1
Ram Baba | Short story 1
A boy, a mother, a stranger and the simplest way of learning.
The sun was setting down to give way to the wintry nights. Like every other evening, Mrs Bhatia took Aarav to the garden to play and for her, it was the evening walk with her friends, she had made there. Aarav got too engrossed in taking the first turn in every ride and started running to next ride completing the previous one.
A half-hour passed and Mrs Bhatia, who had not missed a single opportunity to talk to every other woman whom she knew there, finally moved her eyes to look for Aarav. Quenching her thirst with water she looked but was not able to find him. The search lead to curiosity, which in turn lead to anxiety. She started looking for him here and there; questioning his friends. Furiously looking, before her anxiety would turn into tension she found him. Deep west in the garden, adjusting his hair, again and again, Aarav was sitting with a group of many young ten-year-olds’.
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As she walked towards him, she saw an old man wearing a kurta and pyjama sitting in the corner and addressing those young kids. He looked old enough to be seventy-five. Moving closer she noticed each of those kids had a pen and paper in their hands and they were jotting something down. As she reached, she exchanged a smile with the old man and asked Aarav to stand up. As he turned up, Mrs Bhatia looked into his paper and found the word “Ram, Ram” being repeatedly written on the whole paper. She asked Aarav to continue and took a side seat. As the session got over, the old man took all the paper slips and left.
On her way back, she asked the security guard about the old man. He said the old man was known as “Ram Baba” who stayed nearby and had retired from his work. He lived on his pension with no family and so spent his evening with kids to make them understand and realize the importance of the almighty God in life. Mrs Bhatia was deeply impressed. From the next day, Aarav went there again. She was happy to see that without any force from her end, Aarav started going to ram baba himself.
Sometimes what the parents, priest, or temples fail to teach, is taught by a random stranger on a random walk i.e. to believe in lord from the heart.
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Ram Baba | Short story 1
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In the loving memory |English Poetry
In the loving memory | English Poetry
With time, we have not only distanced ourselves with other people but also with our memories, emotions and the feeling of love which we once carried in us.
Presenting a poem on the same In the loving memory
Hope you will like it !!
Let us share a moment of grief
Let us shed a drop of tear,
For love, memories, emotions,
For all that was once real !!
In loving memory of love,
Which defined us the way we are,
Made us poetry with no words,
Raising us at par.
But the shine on the armour dried,
Rust took place, the touch of the sword lied,
Love !! stands now no ground,
Though still defined,
It doesn’t mean, It doesn’t sound.
Hollow !! Empty !! Deceiving !! emotions, it drive
In its loving memory, we strive
In loving memory of memories,
Which once existed in teary eyes,
In the boisterous laugh,
In the mischievous smile,
No longer do they feel the same,
No innocence of the time,
And even the thought sounds lame.
Hollow !! Empty !! Deceiving !! emotions, they drive
In its loving memory, they strive
In loving memory of emotions,
Which once did exist,
In the metaphors,
In the similes
In the memories, which once were realities,
No longer they beat,
No longer they rhyme,
Numb, dull, lost, they are,
Difficult to understand and realize,
Hollow !! Empty !! Deceiving !! emotions, they drive
In its loving memory, they strive
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In the loving memory | English Poetry
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