Can you share with us a short story written by you

Can you share with us a short story written by you?


“Your male dominated society turned me a whore today.
she said in an alarming tone.

The tone sounded like the hiss of a furious snake.

“What the fuck!? I mean Why?”, Raj asked.

“Oh Why!! You must ask why.
Just because to eat my bare flesh.
To spank me.
You bastards!”
She almost thrashed raj apart.

“ The fact is that I haven't touched you once since I came in this room.
I have paid your full money in exchange of some informations”.
Raj adds, “now that I want to know about the reason that why did you choose this profession and what exactly do you get to work in this sort of work.

Means in the satire of this extremely nasty brothel, dirty minded pimps and a weird mistress is standing always to see if a customer exceeds his time limit.
Can you please seek me the mercy to tell about it? I think I have already completed 10 long minutes listening your grievances against men”.

After exactly 57 minutes and 32 seconds when Raj left the room, the only thing he could do was to take a long really long breath to rejoice the taste of fresh oxygen.

Raj Sircar,26, is a journalist whose work is to write about weird incidents that revolves around the corridors of Kolkata.

He knows what exactly the public wants to read.
When a rape case hunts the floor he has to collect the entire report of the victim.
Some are true.
Many acts as a catalyst to just fool the mass.

There is a huge competition between the news channels.
Like who can collect the first update?
He hates collecting those news regarding fake epitome of her life that has no connection with the true story.

He always tries to get something new that nobody usually notices.

The editor of his newspaper gave him a final reminder to submit such news that can rise the sales of the paper.

They seems least interested to publish such news that has no sexual element in it.

Raj began to recollect all the data in his brain.
Each and every detail that Meenakshi, told him.
In her own words.

“I was 6 that time when my parents died in a road accident.
My uncle raised me.
We stayed in Champamari village in Purulia.

My aunty used to beat me severely whenever I committed any mistake.
I was literally a servant in their house since my entire childhood.
Right from washing dishes to going to market to bring the huge water filled containers.

Everything I used to do.
I just accepted everything as my fate because I felt that atleast they are giving me food to eat and a home to stay.
Only when my uncle allegedly raped me at the age of 11, being drunk, I felt helpless and finally decided to leave the house.
I fled to Kolkata.

And the funny part is I thought I'll get a job in Kolkata.

I met Sujan at the railway station.
The only one who tried to help me.
He assured me that he'll land me a job there.

And he gave me a job.

He mixed some pills in my drinks and when I opened my eyes.

I found this room.

From then this is my heaven.

I have to give minimum 2000 rupees per day to my mistress otherwise she will beat me terribly.
The goons are ready to rape anytime.
I am not allowed to go outside.

Awesome life of mine.
Isn't it?

Several drunk men comes to grab me.
I hate the smell of wine.
They insists me to drink, forcing me to commit sex, without condoms.
Some extra bucks to my mistress and they gets the license.

My rate is rupees 1000 per hour.

Raj can never forget the last lines of Meenakshi.

“Can you please yell me that why do nobody tries to protect us? I usually see several walks with candlesticks after each and every rape incident takes place.
Only resulting to a huge gain to that industry”.

No media focuses about us.
Because rape catches TRPs.
Our profession does not.

Why?
Don’t we get raped at every minute in our life?
Is it not considered a rape?
When every customer tears us like a boneless chicken.

And if you think why do not we escape from here the reason is simply that we can't.

Society will not accept us.

Are we not human beings?
Aren’t we?
Why do not any government takes a steady initiative about us?
Is it for that prostitution is not considered as a sacred profession?
Your society, the men only knows how to use your organ.
Into us,”.
Society, the men only knows how to use your organ.
Into us.
"
Raj got a juicy coverage today.

His story is shortlisted to the best FICTIOUS STORY category in the Sunday's newspaper.

Instead of a true, real life incident of a woman.

“Public will not eat it.
You just only focus on the sexual interaction part between the girl and his uncle.
The rest shall be as it is.
But edit the parts that hurts the society values and male sentiments”.

The editor gave his final instructions to Raj.

People enjoyed the story.
Acclaimed feminists appreciated it.
While enjoying black coffee and sitting on her comfortable seats.

(A LITTLE PART FROM THE CITY)
IT IS 2.
30 AM showing on clock now.
The last customer of the day left the room.
Durgarani kept the money in her box.
A black and white photo was there sleeping peacefully in the corner of the box.

“Mom, where are you? Mom, mom….
,
and again she cried.
Silently.
Her growling voice and teary eyes indicated towards a photo.
A smiling village woman holding her little daughter.
The baby was happy.
Her mother gave her the name today.
Durgarani.

Nobody calls her in this name today.

The next morning when she went outside wearing her saree, she saw her mistress with a new customer.

“Meenakshi, please try to satisfy him properly.
My sweetheart”,
she politely conveyed the real message.

With a beautiful smile on her face,
Meenakshi began her day.

(INSPIRED BY TRUE INCIDENTS)
Image Source: //http://goo.
gl/images/w3MP1C
.
Image is used for representational purpose only.

Here is an another story written by me.
The link,Anirban Chakraborty's answer to Which are some of the most amazing stories ever?.

Anirban Chakraborty.

(Original published as The Tale Of a Prostitute )


Mishti was driving her scooter at full pace.
She was already late for college.
Her friend, Ananya sitting behind her.
Shivering with fear.

Mishti, "Slow down, I don't want to die unmarried.
"
Shut up, Okay! Let me concentrate.

If my attendance will be short my father won't allow me to join dance classes and you know it, Ananya.

Right!
But if we will die in a road accident.
Surely there will be no dance classes for you in hell, said Ananya teasingly.

I’m not coming with you tomorrow, I don't want to die so early.

Okay…please Don't come! Said Mishti.

A biker was hurriedly approaching them.
A boy wearing helmet, was saying something.
Voice was not audible.
Mishti gave the boy a cold angry look.
The boy was mumbling something.

"I am getting late.
He is chasing us.
Look at him, shameless.
"
Mishti, he is charming! Even with Helmet, I can tell you, he is damn Cute.

Wow! Really? Then go and sit with him.

" I Wish!", said Ananya with a long… sigh!
They reached class.
Attendance was already over.
They felt like a soldier who lost battle at the very moment.

Mishti was pissed, for the whole day.

It's okay, Mishti.
Why are you so worried?
They send a notice at home.
You know my Father, I promised him to do good in everything related to college.
I can't risk my dance class, said Mishti in a low tone.

Don't be upset.
We will be early from tomorrow.

"Did you saw him? he is the same boy.
He is in our class.
",
Who??, asked Mishti.

The boy who was on the bike, this morning.

"I missed my attendance, I am in no mood for this rubbish.
",said Mishti.

Next Morning, Ananya was telling Mishti about the boy.
He is Dhruv.
He just joined our college, happiness was floating in Ananya's voice.

"Why you always forecast about him?""Who asked you, Ananya?"
Mishti, Why are you so angry at him?
No, I am not at all, replied Mishti.

Soon Dhruv was everywhere, in Playgrounds, Classroom, Bike parking.
Anywhere Mishti goes Dhruv was already there.
Seeing Dhruv, Ananya was getting more and more crazy day by day.

One day Mishti saw Dhruv near her house.
Is he chasing me?
Mishti was puzzled.
She thought, "He never says a word just keep looking at me.
Sometimes his eyes look cold, sad, still, there is something unusual about his way of looking.
"
It was a sunny afternoon of winters.
The ambiance of upcoming college election surrounded the campus; crowded with students preparing for college elections.
Mishti was participating too.
She was making the biggest poster of all times for the election campaign.
A handmade poster that will be placed at the college entrance.
A senior requested her personally to make the poster the way she wanted and happily, she accepted.
Almost everything was finished, a little coloring here and there remained left.

A voice of cracking glass broke the silence of the room.
Mishti was looking around and nothing she could inquire of.
A cricket ball, she picked the ball and went back to the poster.

What she saw was unimaginable, unbearable for her.
She couldn't believe her eyes.
The Poster which was everything, she lived for the last few hours.

A bottle of color tilted on her hard work.
The poster in which she put herself, her creativity, imagination.
After completion of which she has planned to do her Happy dance.
All she could see was a slowly spreading black color ruining her poster like a white sun-kissed sky is attacked by the wicked black clouds.
She tried her best to stop the black clouds from her shiny sky, from her poster but it was too late, everything was ruined.
It was for sure! It will rain now, with Thunders.

And there the culprits, standing at the door a group of 4 boys.
They looked at the poster, and at her.
Fury in her eyes smashed all the manliness they had collected in 19 years of their life.
Their hearts pounded, eyes traumatized with fear.
They discussed through telepathy, not to fight with this thunder and they ran.
And ran.
.
.
.
.
like it was some kind of marathon.
They stopped for no one.
Except one, Man who stand there to face the fury, and to get hit by Thunder, itself, 'Dhruv.
'
Mishti was so angry.
She burst in a loud cry.
People gathered to look at the agony of Dhruv but no one dared to interrupt.
She was raging.
Her hard work of almost 4 hours was ruined.
She shouted, yelled in a grumpy voice for a continuous 8 minutes.
" Lucky were those who ran away, some said in murmuring tone.
"
Dhruv stood, blank, motionless just listening.
Staring at her, not a word uttered his mouth.
Everyone around was shocked; even Ananya was shocked, never she saw Mishty so angry.

It seemed like some devil has possessed her.
Neither Dhruv was infuriated nor he left.
He listened, nodded his head, but eyes were still motionless eyes.
A blank stare of him pinched Mishty even much.
And she left angrily.
students gathered sympathized with Dhruv but he has no words against her.

He accepted his mistake; left with a strange smile on his face.

Next day.
At snack break, Mishti was in the canteen.
Dhruv gave a box to ananys requesting her to give it to Mishti.
Please don't disclose my name, Ananya.
Give it to Mishti", said Dhruv.

Mishti opened the box and screamed with joy.
Oh my God! Coconut Laddu! She hugged Ananya dancing in joy.
Immediately started gulping Laddus.
She was giggling like a little girl.
She forgot everything, everyone, around.
Each bite of the Nariyal laddu was like a piece of heaven served in a Plate.
Fresh coconut mingled in powdered sugar perfectly flooded with Ghee.
Soothing her taste buds like she was eating the god's food.
Her favorites raisins and small chunks of cashew nuts were making it more delicious.
It was ecstasy, sheer bliss.
A firework of taste; her mouth was enjoying.
At some distance, sitting on a chair, hiding his face behind a book.
Dhruv was looking at her, the way she was eating, her eyes sparkling every time she takes the bite.
And like a little girl she finished it on her own.
Dhruv was happy too.
After many days he was delighted.

After finishing the whole box she asked Ananya.
How did you make it? Ananya was puzzled, what is happening? How he knows she like Coconut Ladoos.

Someone announced.
Attendance is displayed on notice board.

Attendance, Let's go and check.
Hurry up!
Please God, make it, 75%.
Otherwise, my father will kill me.
She looked at the sheet.
With just an eye open.
Oh lord! It is 78%.

"I am Safe.
" Yes!!.
.
.
she danced in joy.

Let's check your's Ananya.

Mine is 69%.
Replied Ananya.

Impossible! We come together.
Sometimes I miss but you don't.
There must be a mistake, said Mishty.

"Dhruv has done it what else" oops!!, said Ananya.

What????? Mishti asked.

Nothing, nothing.
.
.
Let's celebrate.

Yaay!! You are out of danger, Mishty.

What you just said, Ananya??
Nothing, You know Mishty, how I am? I talk rubbish all the time.

Ananya! don't you dare to lie.
.
I won't talk to you ever.
Tell me!
Dhruv gives your proxy attendance.
He somehow arranges attendance for you.

And the Laddu you just enjoyed he brought it.

What.
???
Why? What is his problem?
Mishty did not know, what to react? Her eyes searched Dhruv.
She asked his friend, Where is Dhruv?
At bus stand, Dhruv's friend replied.

Without thinking twice, she took her bag and left.

Ananya saw Dhruv standing, Mishti chased him.
She was so angry and thousands of questions running through her mind.
She shouted"Dhruv".
It was crowded.
She calmed herself and said," I want to talk.
" They sat inside the bus.

What do you want from me? I don't like boys who roam around girls.
What do you think? I know boys like you.
That day you were commenting something, when I was riding my scooter.
Ruined my Poster.
Now, Coconut laddu(a kind of sweet).
What is about this proxy? What do you think of yourself? I will file a complaint against you for staring at me and following me any where I go.
I will not leave you if you keep doing things.
Say something, now!" Still staring.
Please say something.
Utter a word.
"She asked curiously.

He took out his wallet, showed her a photograph.
Uttered his first word for the first time.
Didi(elder sister)!
The tear started flooding from his eyes.
Making his blank eyes moist.
He tried to say something but all he could say was Didi(elder sister).

And slowly headed down on her lap.
She looked closely at the photograph in her hand.
The picture had 4 people a man, a woman in their late fifty's.
Him and a girl.
The girl has curly wavy hairs, clear skin tone, big eyes and she was smiling holding hands of a boy who was the same boy who was crying his head down.
Right now on her lap.
Holding the photograph, she felt.
She was looking at herself.
And tears immersed her eyes.

Ananya, Gently brushed her hands on Dhruva's head.

She felt his Pain.
She has a little brother too.
Even in dreams, she could not think of losing him.
Dhruv's agony made him the elder sister.
Although they are of the same age in the same class.
But she felt like an elder sister.

He pleaded for forgiveness I am sorry Didi(elder sister).
I never meant to hurt you.
I wanted to help.
I miss her a lot.
We all miss her.

He was sobbing like a little boy holding her fingers uptight.

She consoled him and said "It is okay, everything is fine"
“I was trying to tell your dress was waving around the wheels of your scooter.
Accidents change many lives at once.
My Didi(elder sister) died that day and we die every day.
That is why I gave your attendance.
If everything will be fine.
You won't hurry in riding your scooter.
And Coconut Ladoos were her favourite.
You will love them too, I knew it.

Why have-not you told me earlier? Asked Mishty.

I tried, but whenever I see you.
My neck gets chocked, it hurts.
That day when you were scolding me, I loved it.
Didi(elder sister )used to scold me a lot but she loved me more than anything in the world.
I never told her, I never thought it is important to say, Didi(elder sister)," I love you!!!…I miss you!"
Mishti replied," I love you too, my little brother!!"
Their stop came.
They found each other on that day.

Image credit- Pinterest
“One day, in a road accident, on same road he lost his sister and today on same roads he found her back.


May 1, 2016(Sunday).

12:00 A.
M.

It’s his 26th birthday.

He was on a conference call with his friends.

They all wished him happy birthday and were talking about “stuffs” for half hour.

The call was over.

“Happy birthday, Arav”, text message from an unknown number.

(text messages(SMS) are always special.
WhatsApp is bullsh*t in this case)

He had no idea whose number that was.

“Thank you so much.
May I know who is this?”, he sent after almost 40 mins.

“It’s me, Riya”, reply came within seconds.

His heart was pounding on seeing that name.

He was quite excited as well as scared.

He never expected to hear from her again.

It’s been 6 years since she left him.

They were very good friends during their college days.

He had feelings for her, but she didn’t.

She did not friend-zone him, instead she left him.

“Well, thanks again Riya.
”, he sent.

“So, how have you been, Arav?”, she asked.

“Yeh, better than ever.
How about you?”, he asked in return.

“I’m doing good.
”, she replied.

“Why Riya, why after 6 years?”, he asked.

“I really don’t know, to be honest.
”, she replied.

He didn’t know what to reply after that.

He just responded with an “Okay”.

“Shall we meet sometime later?”, she asked him.

“Yeah, sure”, he replied.

They both met after a month or so.

At the restaurant.

Arav : Thanks for waiting.
I guess I’m late by 15 mins.
I got stuck in traffic.

Riya : That’s okay, Arav.

Arav : Oh my God! You looking dazzling.

Riya : That means a lot, thanks.
You look great, btw.

Arav : Thank you, miss.

(they ordered food in between)
Riya : So, how’s life? What do you do?
Arav : It’s been great.
I work in an IT company.
You?
Riya : Yeah, I work in accounts sector.

Arav : That’s great.

Riya : You’ve changed a lot.
I can see.
Very matured.

Arav : Well, same with you as well.

They met quite a few times after that.
She started liking him.
In fact, she fell for him this time.

Another day at the restaurant.

“This might sound crazy, Arav.
I have started liking you.
Shall we take it to the next level?”, she proposed him in-directly.

“Omg! I can’t do this, Riya.
Not at all”, he said with teary eyes.

“Oh! Why?”, she asked.

“You don’t know how difficult it was for me after you said “No” 6 years back.
I went through depression and it took me three frickin’ years you know, to get over everything.
Only my mother was there with me, Riya.
You know what she said, “She’s not the right one for you”.
I, being an idiot took 3 long years to realize that.

“Oh God! Can’t we be friends at least?”, Riya asked.

“No.
”, he replied firmly.

“But, why?”, she asked.

“Because I’m engaged to another girl.
I like her.
My mother loves her a lot.
I am truly sorry”, he said.

“Woah! Congrats, Arav”, she said with her eyes filled with tears.

“I’m sorry, Riya.
”, he said.

“I guess, karma has played it’s part”, she said and bid a goodbye to him.

Mother’s love won this time.
<3

Thank you,
Keep Smiling :)
P.
S
: The reason I said WhatsApp is bullsh*t is that there is no romance in it.
Those days where we sent those text messages were really great.
You just wait for the message from the other end.
You never knew whether it has been delivered or read.
That was special, at least for me.
xD


Can you share with us a short story written by you?


“Your male dominated society turned me a whore today.
she said in an alarming tone.

The tone sounded like the hiss of a furious snake.

“What the fuck!? I mean Why?”, Raj asked.

“Oh Why!! You must ask why.
Just because to eat my bare flesh.
To spank me.
You bastards!”
She almost thrashed raj apart.

“ The fact is that I haven't touched you once since I came in this room.
I have paid your full money in exchange of some informations”.
Raj adds, “now that I want to know about the reason that why did you choose this profession and what exactly do you get to work in this sort of work.

Means in the satire of this extremely nasty brothel, dirty minded pimps and a weird mistress is standing always to see if a customer exceeds his time limit.
Can you please seek me the mercy to tell about it? I think I have already completed 10 long minutes listening your grievances against men”.

After exactly 57 minutes and 32 seconds when Raj left the room, the only thing he could do was to take a long really long breath to rejoice the taste of fresh oxygen.

Raj Sircar,26, is a journalist whose work is to write about weird incidents that revolves around the corridors of Kolkata.

He knows what exactly the public wants to read.
When a rape case hunts the floor he has to collect the entire report of the victim.
Some are true.
Many acts as a catalyst to just fool the mass.

There is a huge competition between the news channels.
Like who can collect the first update?
He hates collecting those news regarding fake epitome of her life that has no connection with the true story.

He always tries to get something new that nobody usually notices.

The editor of his newspaper gave him a final reminder to submit such news that can rise the sales of the paper.

They seems least interested to publish such news that has no sexual element in it.

Raj began to recollect all the data in his brain.
Each and every detail that Meenakshi, told him.
In her own words.

“I was 6 that time when my parents died in a road accident.
My uncle raised me.
We stayed in Champamari village in Purulia.

My aunty used to beat me severely whenever I committed any mistake.
I was literally a servant in their house since my entire childhood.
Right from washing dishes to going to market to bring the huge water filled containers.

Everything I used to do.
I just accepted everything as my fate because I felt that atleast they are giving me food to eat and a home to stay.
Only when my uncle allegedly raped me at the age of 11, being drunk, I felt helpless and finally decided to leave the house.
I fled to Kolkata.

And the funny part is I thought I'll get a job in Kolkata.

I met Sujan at the railway station.
The only one who tried to help me.
He assured me that he'll land me a job there.

And he gave me a job.

He mixed some pills in my drinks and when I opened my eyes.

I found this room.

From then this is my heaven.

I have to give minimum 2000 rupees per day to my mistress otherwise she will beat me terribly.
The goons are ready to rape anytime.
I am not allowed to go outside.

Awesome life of mine.
Isn't it?

Several drunk men comes to grab me.
I hate the smell of wine.
They insists me to drink, forcing me to commit sex, without condoms.
Some extra bucks to my mistress and they gets the license.

My rate is rupees 1000 per hour.

Raj can never forget the last lines of Meenakshi.

“Can you please yell me that why do nobody tries to protect us? I usually see several walks with candlesticks after each and every rape incident takes place.
Only resulting to a huge gain to that industry”.

No media focuses about us.
Because rape catches TRPs.
Our profession does not.

Why?
Don’t we get raped at every minute in our life?
Is it not considered a rape?
When every customer tears us like a boneless chicken.

And if you think why do not we escape from here the reason is simply that we can't.

Society will not accept us.

Are we not human beings?
Aren’t we?
Why do not any government takes a steady initiative about us?
Is it for that prostitution is not considered as a sacred profession?
Your society, the men only knows how to use your organ.
Into us,”.
Society, the men only knows how to use your organ.
Into us.
"
Raj got a juicy coverage today.

His story is shortlisted to the best FICTIOUS STORY category in the Sunday's newspaper.

Instead of a true, real life incident of a woman.

“Public will not eat it.
You just only focus on the sexual interaction part between the girl and his uncle.
The rest shall be as it is.
But edit the parts that hurts the society values and male sentiments”.

The editor gave his final instructions to Raj.

People enjoyed the story.
Acclaimed feminists appreciated it.
While enjoying black coffee and sitting on her comfortable seats.

(A LITTLE PART FROM THE CITY)
IT IS 2.
30 AM showing on clock now.
The last customer of the day left the room.
Durgarani kept the money in her box.
A black and white photo was there sleeping peacefully in the corner of the box.

“Mom, where are you? Mom, mom….
,
and again she cried.
Silently.
Her growling voice and teary eyes indicated towards a photo.
A smiling village woman holding her little daughter.
The baby was happy.
Her mother gave her the name today.
Durgarani.

Nobody calls her in this name today.

The next morning when she went outside wearing her saree, she saw her mistress with a new customer.

“Meenakshi, please try to satisfy him properly.
My sweetheart”,
she politely conveyed the real message.

With a beautiful smile on her face,
Meenakshi began her day.

(INSPIRED BY TRUE INCIDENTS)
Image Source: //http://goo.
gl/images/w3MP1C
.
Image is used for representational purpose only.

Here is an another story written by me.
The link,Anirban Chakraborty's answer to Which are some of the most amazing stories ever?.

Anirban Chakraborty.

(Original published as The Tale Of a Prostitute )


Mishti was driving her scooter at full pace.
She was already late for college.
Her friend, Ananya sitting behind her.
Shivering with fear.

Mishti, "Slow down, I don't want to die unmarried.
"
Shut up, Okay! Let me concentrate.

If my attendance will be short my father won't allow me to join dance classes and you know it, Ananya.

Right!
But if we will die in a road accident.
Surely there will be no dance classes for you in hell, said Ananya teasingly.

I’m not coming with you tomorrow, I don't want to die so early.

Okay…please Don't come! Said Mishti.

A biker was hurriedly approaching them.
A boy wearing helmet, was saying something.
Voice was not audible.
Mishti gave the boy a cold angry look.
The boy was mumbling something.

"I am getting late.
He is chasing us.
Look at him, shameless.
"
Mishti, he is charming! Even with Helmet, I can tell you, he is damn Cute.

Wow! Really? Then go and sit with him.

" I Wish!", said Ananya with a long… sigh!
They reached class.
Attendance was already over.
They felt like a soldier who lost battle at the very moment.

Mishti was pissed, for the whole day.

It's okay, Mishti.
Why are you so worried?
They send a notice at home.
You know my Father, I promised him to do good in everything related to college.
I can't risk my dance class, said Mishti in a low tone.

Don't be upset.
We will be early from tomorrow.

"Did you saw him? he is the same boy.
He is in our class.
",
Who??, asked Mishti.

The boy who was on the bike, this morning.

"I missed my attendance, I am in no mood for this rubbish.
",said Mishti.

Next Morning, Ananya was telling Mishti about the boy.
He is Dhruv.
He just joined our college, happiness was floating in Ananya's voice.

"Why you always forecast about him?""Who asked you, Ananya?"
Mishti, Why are you so angry at him?
No, I am not at all, replied Mishti.

Soon Dhruv was everywhere, in Playgrounds, Classroom, Bike parking.
Anywhere Mishti goes Dhruv was already there.
Seeing Dhruv, Ananya was getting more and more crazy day by day.

One day Mishti saw Dhruv near her house.
Is he chasing me?
Mishti was puzzled.
She thought, "He never says a word just keep looking at me.
Sometimes his eyes look cold, sad, still, there is something unusual about his way of looking.
"
It was a sunny afternoon of winters.
The ambiance of upcoming college election surrounded the campus; crowded with students preparing for college elections.
Mishti was participating too.
She was making the biggest poster of all times for the election campaign.
A handmade poster that will be placed at the college entrance.
A senior requested her personally to make the poster the way she wanted and happily, she accepted.
Almost everything was finished, a little coloring here and there remained left.

A voice of cracking glass broke the silence of the room.
Mishti was looking around and nothing she could inquire of.
A cricket ball, she picked the ball and went back to the poster.

What she saw was unimaginable, unbearable for her.
She couldn't believe her eyes.
The Poster which was everything, she lived for the last few hours.

A bottle of color tilted on her hard work.
The poster in which she put herself, her creativity, imagination.
After completion of which she has planned to do her Happy dance.
All she could see was a slowly spreading black color ruining her poster like a white sun-kissed sky is attacked by the wicked black clouds.
She tried her best to stop the black clouds from her shiny sky, from her poster but it was too late, everything was ruined.
It was for sure! It will rain now, with Thunders.

And there the culprits, standing at the door a group of 4 boys.
They looked at the poster, and at her.
Fury in her eyes smashed all the manliness they had collected in 19 years of their life.
Their hearts pounded, eyes traumatized with fear.
They discussed through telepathy, not to fight with this thunder and they ran.
And ran.
.
.
.
.
like it was some kind of marathon.
They stopped for no one.
Except one, Man who stand there to face the fury, and to get hit by Thunder, itself, 'Dhruv.
'
Mishti was so angry.
She burst in a loud cry.
People gathered to look at the agony of Dhruv but no one dared to interrupt.
She was raging.
Her hard work of almost 4 hours was ruined.
She shouted, yelled in a grumpy voice for a continuous 8 minutes.
" Lucky were those who ran away, some said in murmuring tone.
"
Dhruv stood, blank, motionless just listening.
Staring at her, not a word uttered his mouth.
Everyone around was shocked; even Ananya was shocked, never she saw Mishty so angry.

It seemed like some devil has possessed her.
Neither Dhruv was infuriated nor he left.
He listened, nodded his head, but eyes were still motionless eyes.
A blank stare of him pinched Mishty even much.
And she left angrily.
students gathered sympathized with Dhruv but he has no words against her.

He accepted his mistake; left with a strange smile on his face.

Next day.
At snack break, Mishti was in the canteen.
Dhruv gave a box to ananys requesting her to give it to Mishti.
Please don't disclose my name, Ananya.
Give it to Mishti", said Dhruv.

Mishti opened the box and screamed with joy.
Oh my God! Coconut Laddu! She hugged Ananya dancing in joy.
Immediately started gulping Laddus.
She was giggling like a little girl.
She forgot everything, everyone, around.
Each bite of the Nariyal laddu was like a piece of heaven served in a Plate.
Fresh coconut mingled in powdered sugar perfectly flooded with Ghee.
Soothing her taste buds like she was eating the god's food.
Her favorites raisins and small chunks of cashew nuts were making it more delicious.
It was ecstasy, sheer bliss.
A firework of taste; her mouth was enjoying.
At some distance, sitting on a chair, hiding his face behind a book.
Dhruv was looking at her, the way she was eating, her eyes sparkling every time she takes the bite.
And like a little girl she finished it on her own.
Dhruv was happy too.
After many days he was delighted.

After finishing the whole box she asked Ananya.
How did you make it? Ananya was puzzled, what is happening? How he knows she like Coconut Ladoos.

Someone announced.
Attendance is displayed on notice board.

Attendance, Let's go and check.
Hurry up!
Please God, make it, 75%.
Otherwise, my father will kill me.
She looked at the sheet.
With just an eye open.
Oh lord! It is 78%.

"I am Safe.
" Yes!!.
.
.
she danced in joy.

Let's check your's Ananya.

Mine is 69%.
Replied Ananya.

Impossible! We come together.
Sometimes I miss but you don't.
There must be a mistake, said Mishty.

"Dhruv has done it what else" oops!!, said Ananya.

What????? Mishti asked.

Nothing, nothing.
.
.
Let's celebrate.

Yaay!! You are out of danger, Mishty.

What you just said, Ananya??
Nothing, You know Mishty, how I am? I talk rubbish all the time.

Ananya! don't you dare to lie.
.
I won't talk to you ever.
Tell me!
Dhruv gives your proxy attendance.
He somehow arranges attendance for you.

And the Laddu you just enjoyed he brought it.

What.
???
Why? What is his problem?
Mishty did not know, what to react? Her eyes searched Dhruv.
She asked his friend, Where is Dhruv?
At bus stand, Dhruv's friend replied.

Without thinking twice, she took her bag and left.

Ananya saw Dhruv standing, Mishti chased him.
She was so angry and thousands of questions running through her mind.
She shouted"Dhruv".
It was crowded.
She calmed herself and said," I want to talk.
" They sat inside the bus.

What do you want from me? I don't like boys who roam around girls.
What do you think? I know boys like you.
That day you were commenting something, when I was riding my scooter.
Ruined my Poster.
Now, Coconut laddu(a kind of sweet).
What is about this proxy? What do you think of yourself? I will file a complaint against you for staring at me and following me any where I go.
I will not leave you if you keep doing things.
Say something, now!" Still staring.
Please say something.
Utter a word.
"She asked curiously.

He took out his wallet, showed her a photograph.
Uttered his first word for the first time.
Didi(elder sister)!
The tear started flooding from his eyes.
Making his blank eyes moist.
He tried to say something but all he could say was Didi(elder sister).

And slowly headed down on her lap.
She looked closely at the photograph in her hand.
The picture had 4 people a man, a woman in their late fifty's.
Him and a girl.
The girl has curly wavy hairs, clear skin tone, big eyes and she was smiling holding hands of a boy who was the same boy who was crying his head down.
Right now on her lap.
Holding the photograph, she felt.
She was looking at herself.
And tears immersed her eyes.

Ananya, Gently brushed her hands on Dhruva's head.

She felt his Pain.
She has a little brother too.
Even in dreams, she could not think of losing him.
Dhruv's agony made him the elder sister.
Although they are of the same age in the same class.
But she felt like an elder sister.

He pleaded for forgiveness I am sorry Didi(elder sister).
I never meant to hurt you.
I wanted to help.
I miss her a lot.
We all miss her.

He was sobbing like a little boy holding her fingers uptight.

She consoled him and said "It is okay, everything is fine"
“I was trying to tell your dress was waving around the wheels of your scooter.
Accidents change many lives at once.
My Didi(elder sister) died that day and we die every day.
That is why I gave your attendance.
If everything will be fine.
You won't hurry in riding your scooter.
And Coconut Ladoos were her favourite.
You will love them too, I knew it.

Why have-not you told me earlier? Asked Mishty.

I tried, but whenever I see you.
My neck gets chocked, it hurts.
That day when you were scolding me, I loved it.
Didi(elder sister )used to scold me a lot but she loved me more than anything in the world.
I never told her, I never thought it is important to say, Didi(elder sister)," I love you!!!…I miss you!"
Mishti replied," I love you too, my little brother!!"
Their stop came.
They found each other on that day.

Image credit- Pinterest
“One day, in a road accident, on same road he lost his sister and today on same roads he found her back.


May 1, 2016(Sunday).

12:00 A.
M.

It’s his 26th birthday.

He was on a conference call with his friends.

They all wished him happy birthday and were talking about “stuffs” for half hour.

The call was over.

“Happy birthday, Arav”, text message from an unknown number.

(text messages(SMS) are always special.
WhatsApp is bullsh*t in this case)

He had no idea whose number that was.

“Thank you so much.
May I know who is this?”, he sent after almost 40 mins.

“It’s me, Riya”, reply came within seconds.

His heart was pounding on seeing that name.

He was quite excited as well as scared.

He never expected to hear from her again.

It’s been 6 years since she left him.

They were very good friends during their college days.

He had feelings for her, but she didn’t.

She did not friend-zone him, instead she left him.

“Well, thanks again Riya.
”, he sent.

“So, how have you been, Arav?”, she asked.

“Yeh, better than ever.
How about you?”, he asked in return.

“I’m doing good.
”, she replied.

“Why Riya, why after 6 years?”, he asked.

“I really don’t know, to be honest.
”, she replied.

He didn’t know what to reply after that.

He just responded with an “Okay”.

“Shall we meet sometime later?”, she asked him.

“Yeah, sure”, he replied.

They both met after a month or so.

At the restaurant.

Arav : Thanks for waiting.
I guess I’m late by 15 mins.
I got stuck in traffic.

Riya : That’s okay, Arav.

Arav : Oh my God! You looking dazzling.

Riya : That means a lot, thanks.
You look great, btw.

Arav : Thank you, miss.

(they ordered food in between)
Riya : So, how’s life? What do you do?
Arav : It’s been great.
I work in an IT company.
You?
Riya : Yeah, I work in accounts sector.

Arav : That’s great.

Riya : You’ve changed a lot.
I can see.
Very matured.

Arav : Well, same with you as well.

They met quite a few times after that.
She started liking him.
In fact, she fell for him this time.

Another day at the restaurant.

“This might sound crazy, Arav.
I have started liking you.
Shall we take it to the next level?”, she proposed him in-directly.

“Omg! I can’t do this, Riya.
Not at all”, he said with teary eyes.

“Oh! Why?”, she asked.

“You don’t know how difficult it was for me after you said “No” 6 years back.
I went through depression and it took me three frickin’ years you know, to get over everything.
Only my mother was there with me, Riya.
You know what she said, “She’s not the right one for you”.
I, being an idiot took 3 long years to realize that.

“Oh God! Can’t we be friends at least?”, Riya asked.

“No.
”, he replied firmly.

“But, why?”, she asked.

“Because I’m engaged to another girl.
I like her.
My mother loves her a lot.
I am truly sorry”, he said.

“Woah! Congrats, Arav”, she said with her eyes filled with tears.

“I’m sorry, Riya.
”, he said.

“I guess, karma has played it’s part”, she said and bid a goodbye to him.

Mother’s love won this time.
<3

Thank you,
Keep Smiling :)
P.
S
: The reason I said WhatsApp is bullsh*t is that there is no romance in it.
Those days where we sent those text messages were really great.
You just wait for the message from the other end.
You never knew whether it has been delivered or read.
That was special, at least for me.
xD

Updated: 10.06.2019 — 5:31 pm

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