Dear rain,
You have given us beautiful memories,
From playing football in park,
To school’s rainy day stories.
From dancing freely with girl,
To crying after breakup with arms curled!
From drinking tea at those stalls,
To moments with friends which we recall.
Always be such beautiful my queen!!
#wca #themodernsaint #saurabh12 #review
You have given us beautiful memories,
From playing football in park,
To school’s rainy day stories.
From dancing freely with girl,
To crying after breakup with arms curled!
From drinking tea at those stalls,
To moments with friends which we recall.
Always be such beautiful my queen!!
#wca #themodernsaint #saurabh12 #review
INDEPENDENCE
73 years of Independence alright,
But are we truly free?
In an era where misogyny prevails,
Feminine confidence considered frail.
Heaps of patriarchy leaves its trail,
All diverging roads to equality fail.
In an era where the poor are to sleep hungry,
Whilst the rich decide the fate of the country.
The pleasantest of climates turning sultry,
Effortlessly ignored by all and sundry.
In an era where shoes depict personalities,
Where looks weigh more than capabilities.
The prevailing trends lead to insanity,
Setting standards, erasing familiarities.
In an era where objectifying is "cool",
Humans, though not animals, drool.
Labelling, branding are all man's tools,
One who thinks otherwise is a "fool".
In an era where depression is profound,
Where mental issues are silently crowned.
Our lives constantly chased by greyhounds,
By judgemental stereotypes, we're bound.
73 years of Independence alright,
But when do we end this spree?
#poem #review #vb
73 years of Independence alright,
But are we truly free?
In an era where misogyny prevails,
Feminine confidence considered frail.
Heaps of patriarchy leaves its trail,
All diverging roads to equality fail.
In an era where the poor are to sleep hungry,
Whilst the rich decide the fate of the country.
The pleasantest of climates turning sultry,
Effortlessly ignored by all and sundry.
In an era where shoes depict personalities,
Where looks weigh more than capabilities.
The prevailing trends lead to insanity,
Setting standards, erasing familiarities.
In an era where objectifying is "cool",
Humans, though not animals, drool.
Labelling, branding are all man's tools,
One who thinks otherwise is a "fool".
In an era where depression is profound,
Where mental issues are silently crowned.
Our lives constantly chased by greyhounds,
By judgemental stereotypes, we're bound.
73 years of Independence alright,
But when do we end this spree?
#poem #review #vb
Title: Just Another Thunderstorm
Helpless I may be, to stop this thunderstorm,
One obstacle after another, that is just my life's norm!
Will is my umbrella, that shall keep me from being drenched in this rain,
Until this pitter patter can do nothing but go down the drain!
It cannot take away, all that I cherish!
I shall keep my strength until this storm itself shall perish!
#wca #wcp #poetry #review #SaiRamKiran
Helpless I may be, to stop this thunderstorm,
One obstacle after another, that is just my life's norm!
Will is my umbrella, that shall keep me from being drenched in this rain,
Until this pitter patter can do nothing but go down the drain!
It cannot take away, all that I cherish!
I shall keep my strength until this storm itself shall perish!
#wca #wcp #poetry #review #SaiRamKiran
Author's note: The above poem is my submission to the activity and so I had to cut it short to keep to the word limit. Find below, the full poem, if you are interested:
Title: Just Another Thunderstorm
Helpless I may be, to stop this thunderstorm,
One obstacle after another, that is just my life's norm!
Will is my umbrella, that shall keep me from being drenched in this rain,
Until this pitter patter can do nothing but go down the drain!
I shall fight this as I have, all that had tried to do me harm
And when the water gets high enough to drown,
Then too I shall swim against the waves of damn, till I find a platform,
To hold onto until I get back to my fighting form!
It cannot take away, all that I cherish!
I shall keep my strength until this storm itself shall perish!
#poetry #review #SaiRamKiran
Title: Just Another Thunderstorm
Helpless I may be, to stop this thunderstorm,
One obstacle after another, that is just my life's norm!
Will is my umbrella, that shall keep me from being drenched in this rain,
Until this pitter patter can do nothing but go down the drain!
I shall fight this as I have, all that had tried to do me harm
And when the water gets high enough to drown,
Then too I shall swim against the waves of damn, till I find a platform,
To hold onto until I get back to my fighting form!
It cannot take away, all that I cherish!
I shall keep my strength until this storm itself shall perish!
#poetry #review #SaiRamKiran
Monsoon
Some love me while some hate me,
Some find it romantic while some find it disgusting,
Some live life with me while some lost their life within me,
Some waits for me while some gets irritate cause of me,
Some share umbrellas making sweet memories while
Some forget them in hurry,
Some enjoy me while some cry freely,
But everyone loves the smell of soil and even if they hate me still I m gonna love them!😊
#review #poem #vj
Some love me while some hate me,
Some find it romantic while some find it disgusting,
Some live life with me while some lost their life within me,
Some waits for me while some gets irritate cause of me,
Some share umbrellas making sweet memories while
Some forget them in hurry,
Some enjoy me while some cry freely,
But everyone loves the smell of soil and even if they hate me still I m gonna love them!😊
#review #poem #vj
Unsettled I may be
with a shaking heart,
but in making your smile fade
I won't take part.
So maybe I will turn my back,
to the monsters of your pack.
Let them feast, lick and bite.
Not knowing if it's wrong or right.
Under those heavy tears
I'll make the path.
Stepping on my fears
in a bloody bath.
Please be my shield of this rain,
let me hope it all won't be in vain.
#review #Noob #verse (?) #wcpp #wca
with a shaking heart,
but in making your smile fade
I won't take part.
So maybe I will turn my back,
to the monsters of your pack.
Let them feast, lick and bite.
Not knowing if it's wrong or right.
Under those heavy tears
I'll make the path.
Stepping on my fears
in a bloody bath.
Please be my shield of this rain,
let me hope it all won't be in vain.
#review #Noob #verse (?) #wcpp #wca
Teardrops from Heaven
The assemblage of mist laments,
The humans’ malice and torments,
The rains are their tears
Piercing the atmosphere,
And while humans are busy
Avoiding the rain effusively,
Peacocks dance in the jungle,
Making nature-dwellers’ thirst quenchable,
While rain falls, I ponder
How many of these would fall into dark holes yonder,
And how many of these would make it onto
A necklace laced with pearls of highest value.
#wca #wcpp #poetry #review #kt
The assemblage of mist laments,
The humans’ malice and torments,
The rains are their tears
Piercing the atmosphere,
And while humans are busy
Avoiding the rain effusively,
Peacocks dance in the jungle,
Making nature-dwellers’ thirst quenchable,
While rain falls, I ponder
How many of these would fall into dark holes yonder,
And how many of these would make it onto
A necklace laced with pearls of highest value.
#wca #wcpp #poetry #review #kt
A Minuscule's Tale
Sheesh, obviously being a Minuscule Person is not tough enough in this godforsaken World of Giants. They just have to make it more dramatic by letting the sky show its might with this damn downpouring rain in the middle of the night huh?
Figures. They don't know that I'm the personification of tough itself. I AM Tough, by name and by nature. Thankfully the moon is shining brightly tonight, else I have to activate my laser-induced Torching Eyelight, of which the Others would kill just to see it from afar, believe me.
Unimpressed much? Tell you what, see these tattoos? These telltale markings were designed by none other than the Great Eminum himself. Hah, now we're talking!
So they should know that, dainty though I may look, this intimidation show is nothing to me. I may be no bigger than a puddle but never will I stumble.
Because this is me- I'm Tough. Umbrella or no.
#wca #wcp #NisforAnne #shortstoryorcrackedprose? #review
Sheesh, obviously being a Minuscule Person is not tough enough in this godforsaken World of Giants. They just have to make it more dramatic by letting the sky show its might with this damn downpouring rain in the middle of the night huh?
Figures. They don't know that I'm the personification of tough itself. I AM Tough, by name and by nature. Thankfully the moon is shining brightly tonight, else I have to activate my laser-induced Torching Eyelight, of which the Others would kill just to see it from afar, believe me.
Unimpressed much? Tell you what, see these tattoos? These telltale markings were designed by none other than the Great Eminum himself. Hah, now we're talking!
So they should know that, dainty though I may look, this intimidation show is nothing to me. I may be no bigger than a puddle but never will I stumble.
Because this is me- I'm Tough. Umbrella or no.
#wca #wcp #NisforAnne #shortstoryorcrackedprose? #review
#wca
#wcp
#Sagar
#review
Basking in the rain
Capricious the sky looks deceiving,
With the thunder clouts shouting.
Agreement of the drops with the cumulonimbus is broken,
And the rain hits to quench the thirst of the parched barron.
Heavenly arrows releive the pain of the mother,
Which made her sick to the point of shedding tears.
While I walk through the rain saving my head,
I could the see the kids basking in the mud.
Thunder roars louder anouncing the upcoming spring,
The lotus leaves savour the pearls and the nature blings,
Every soul in the nature is happy fledgling and absconding,
The nature itself is overwhelmed and in the rain busy basking.
#wcp
#Sagar
#review
Basking in the rain
Capricious the sky looks deceiving,
With the thunder clouts shouting.
Agreement of the drops with the cumulonimbus is broken,
And the rain hits to quench the thirst of the parched barron.
Heavenly arrows releive the pain of the mother,
Which made her sick to the point of shedding tears.
While I walk through the rain saving my head,
I could the see the kids basking in the mud.
Thunder roars louder anouncing the upcoming spring,
The lotus leaves savour the pearls and the nature blings,
Every soul in the nature is happy fledgling and absconding,
The nature itself is overwhelmed and in the rain busy basking.
Walking in the rain...
Having the pain....
With a smile.....
For a while....
Let me listen
To the whistle
These raindrops
Are full of life
Let me see how
They look like
I am in blunder
What a slander
Who said love
Is rain
Can you feel
The pain
Well love and rain are different
Don't compare them 😂😂😂
#wca #wcp #review
I have tried 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
Having the pain....
With a smile.....
For a while....
Let me listen
To the whistle
These raindrops
Are full of life
Let me see how
They look like
I am in blunder
What a slander
Who said love
Is rain
Can you feel
The pain
Well love and rain are different
Don't compare them 😂😂😂
#wca #wcp #review
I have tried 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
Hello everyone, is this a prose?
"Orion"
I grew up in the city where stories have double meanings that make you ponder even you don't intend to. Growing up as a child, I am one of those children that can't help to look in the sky saying, Hey, that's a beautiful sky!
One night, my brother introduced me to Orion. Ever since that night happened, I always look up in the night sky; checking if Orion's there. When I've gone to a city to go on a summer vacation, Orion's wasn't there. I don't like my summer there, so I will try to see the sky if it was there to cheer me up. One time on that summer, I saw Orion again. It was very bright like it was saying, I was here all the time you are just ignorant, child.
Ever since then, even if I don't see it in my bare eyes, it's always there to comfort me across the sky. Orion has been the story that has a double meaning that I didn't intended to ponder all my life.
"Orion"
I grew up in the city where stories have double meanings that make you ponder even you don't intend to. Growing up as a child, I am one of those children that can't help to look in the sky saying, Hey, that's a beautiful sky!
One night, my brother introduced me to Orion. Ever since that night happened, I always look up in the night sky; checking if Orion's there. When I've gone to a city to go on a summer vacation, Orion's wasn't there. I don't like my summer there, so I will try to see the sky if it was there to cheer me up. One time on that summer, I saw Orion again. It was very bright like it was saying, I was here all the time you are just ignorant, child.
Ever since then, even if I don't see it in my bare eyes, it's always there to comfort me across the sky. Orion has been the story that has a double meaning that I didn't intended to ponder all my life.
In Love With Death
I am crying to release myself
From the shackles of death;
My tears are turning into vapors
Against my warm cheeks
That are burning because of
The salt in my oozing sweat.
I am barely able to take a step;
And yet I am pushed to walk
To feel the bruising pain of
The fetters around my ankles.
Holding an old and rusty cup
Of a few gulps of dirty water,
And walking with clumsy steps,
With my hands inside the cuffs:
Which are designed such that
The fingers turn hard and stiff;
They cannot clasp anything
Except for heavy rocks of burden.
After a lifetime of carrying them
I am thrown in a deserted land
Like an unfed defenseless animal.
My mouth is parched of thirst,
And I cannot even bring the cup
To my lips as it cuts my wrists
That will make me bleed to death.
I want to take a few breaths
To live a few moments more,
Even in this dying hope
To get a glimpse of you.
Because you know my darling,
You are worth dying for.
Even a hazy memory of you
Adds a drop of life in me.
It is time; I surrender to death
By getting fed into the inferno.
I shout and scream for mercy;
My screeching throat tears open
Until it exudes tiny drops of blood;
But they are vaporized instantly
Due to the blaze of the raging fire.
But something flashed before my eyes
A moment before my last breath;
Then I smiled and embraced my end.
With you always by my side,
I was never left alone!
You were my guardian angel.
So I was not unfortunate after all:
To have no bonds, no memories,
No sorrows, no joys, no love -
A life without struggles or feelings!
If I had absolutely nothing to lose,
I would have left empty-handed
With nothing to leave behind,
Except for loneliness and regret.
Instead, I realized how lucky I was:
With my share of love and joy,
I had something precious to lose,
Something which I left behind;
That made my life worth living.
© Amit Herlekar
#poetry #review
I am crying to release myself
From the shackles of death;
My tears are turning into vapors
Against my warm cheeks
That are burning because of
The salt in my oozing sweat.
I am barely able to take a step;
And yet I am pushed to walk
To feel the bruising pain of
The fetters around my ankles.
Holding an old and rusty cup
Of a few gulps of dirty water,
And walking with clumsy steps,
With my hands inside the cuffs:
Which are designed such that
The fingers turn hard and stiff;
They cannot clasp anything
Except for heavy rocks of burden.
After a lifetime of carrying them
I am thrown in a deserted land
Like an unfed defenseless animal.
My mouth is parched of thirst,
And I cannot even bring the cup
To my lips as it cuts my wrists
That will make me bleed to death.
I want to take a few breaths
To live a few moments more,
Even in this dying hope
To get a glimpse of you.
Because you know my darling,
You are worth dying for.
Even a hazy memory of you
Adds a drop of life in me.
It is time; I surrender to death
By getting fed into the inferno.
I shout and scream for mercy;
My screeching throat tears open
Until it exudes tiny drops of blood;
But they are vaporized instantly
Due to the blaze of the raging fire.
But something flashed before my eyes
A moment before my last breath;
Then I smiled and embraced my end.
With you always by my side,
I was never left alone!
You were my guardian angel.
So I was not unfortunate after all:
To have no bonds, no memories,
No sorrows, no joys, no love -
A life without struggles or feelings!
If I had absolutely nothing to lose,
I would have left empty-handed
With nothing to leave behind,
Except for loneliness and regret.
Instead, I realized how lucky I was:
With my share of love and joy,
I had something precious to lose,
Something which I left behind;
That made my life worth living.
© Amit Herlekar
#poetry #review
Preparations for marriage was on, everyone was involved with works. Maya was intense inside sad about the wedding, sitting alone in the room. Maya is the only daughter of her parents.
Her dad was rummaging for her, saw her sitting quietly in the corner of the room.
Dad screamed " Maya! What happened? "
(Maya was trying to hide her tears)
Maya sadly answered back, " nothing dad I am fine!"
Dad sat beside her, kept his hand on Maya's head
Dad mumbled " you are lying from me! You were crying right, why you were crying my child. Do you need anything, my princess!"
Maya exclaimed" Dad! I want to be with you and mom! I do not want to marry, I do not want to leave you two alone"
Dad smilingly said" oh my Princess! Every girl has to leave their parents home one day, its rule. You will soon go to your real home, this is not your home after marriage. I and your mom are not alone. you do not need to worry!"
Maya started crying again and replied" no dad! This is my home! I have memories of my childhood here, I grew up here.
Dad, I want to be your son. I want to be with you and mom always. I will earn and live with y'all"
Dad started wiping her tears, said " Maya every girl has to go one day, you need to live with him happily in your home. You can come and meet us whenever you want! If you do not marry, people will talk bad about you. Suresh likes you. He will take care of you nicely"
Maya said sadly " daddy I will miss you and mom very much. After marriage, you two will not treat me as a guest in this house. This is my home and will be always"
Dad laughingly replied" yes my princess! Do you remember in childhood you always kept prince doll always with you, saying he will come to take you one day! Tomorrow is that day, your prince will come to take you with him."
Maya hugged daddy and said," dad you will be my prince always" ...
By aira.
#review #story #ae
Her dad was rummaging for her, saw her sitting quietly in the corner of the room.
Dad screamed " Maya! What happened? "
(Maya was trying to hide her tears)
Maya sadly answered back, " nothing dad I am fine!"
Dad sat beside her, kept his hand on Maya's head
Dad mumbled " you are lying from me! You were crying right, why you were crying my child. Do you need anything, my princess!"
Maya exclaimed" Dad! I want to be with you and mom! I do not want to marry, I do not want to leave you two alone"
Dad smilingly said" oh my Princess! Every girl has to leave their parents home one day, its rule. You will soon go to your real home, this is not your home after marriage. I and your mom are not alone. you do not need to worry!"
Maya started crying again and replied" no dad! This is my home! I have memories of my childhood here, I grew up here.
Dad, I want to be your son. I want to be with you and mom always. I will earn and live with y'all"
Dad started wiping her tears, said " Maya every girl has to go one day, you need to live with him happily in your home. You can come and meet us whenever you want! If you do not marry, people will talk bad about you. Suresh likes you. He will take care of you nicely"
Maya said sadly " daddy I will miss you and mom very much. After marriage, you two will not treat me as a guest in this house. This is my home and will be always"
Dad laughingly replied" yes my princess! Do you remember in childhood you always kept prince doll always with you, saying he will come to take you one day! Tomorrow is that day, your prince will come to take you with him."
Maya hugged daddy and said," dad you will be my prince always" ...
By aira.
#review #story #ae
Title:
SPIRITUALITY
Many define spirituality on how they find peace (inner and outer), awakening their senses, minimal use of resources, not hurting others and in many other ways. But spirituality is not just something that one can attain and say I am spiritual.
In order to understand Spirituality one must first understand the "Atma-the spirit", which is the source of all that we do and who all we actually are.
Spirit or Aatma is the one that does everything, the" jiva " that is so important for our survival is nothing but a small part of our body called "atrium node" that regulate the "jivan or life" which is further at the behest of the 'Spirit or the Aatma'.
Spirit is the closest possible thing one can relate to the smallest but the most important particle in the universe and yet the most important. Some thinkers believe even this universe has its its own "Spirit or Aatma".
So coming to Spirituality we can think of it as our "Spirit or Aatma" becoming one or attaining resonance with the Spirit of universe, or become one with the "Aatma" of the universe.
Our consciousnesses or the 'Jiva' should not think otherwise of other's 'Jiva' when we have attained spirituality rather we should think of it as a part of the same large spiritual awareness of the Universe .
Hence the peace , the oneness with God, the openness to all the universal energy , the respect for everything in the universe all comes along as we attain Spirituality.
#review
#Sagar
#article
SPIRITUALITY
Many define spirituality on how they find peace (inner and outer), awakening their senses, minimal use of resources, not hurting others and in many other ways. But spirituality is not just something that one can attain and say I am spiritual.
In order to understand Spirituality one must first understand the "Atma-the spirit", which is the source of all that we do and who all we actually are.
Spirit or Aatma is the one that does everything, the" jiva " that is so important for our survival is nothing but a small part of our body called "atrium node" that regulate the "jivan or life" which is further at the behest of the 'Spirit or the Aatma'.
Spirit is the closest possible thing one can relate to the smallest but the most important particle in the universe and yet the most important. Some thinkers believe even this universe has its its own "Spirit or Aatma".
So coming to Spirituality we can think of it as our "Spirit or Aatma" becoming one or attaining resonance with the Spirit of universe, or become one with the "Aatma" of the universe.
Our consciousnesses or the 'Jiva' should not think otherwise of other's 'Jiva' when we have attained spirituality rather we should think of it as a part of the same large spiritual awareness of the Universe .
Hence the peace , the oneness with God, the openness to all the universal energy , the respect for everything in the universe all comes along as we attain Spirituality.
#review
#Sagar
#article
If I could but write a story worth more than a picture of a thousand words
If I could but pen a letter mightier than hundreds of swords
If I could but ink out a tale that would be forever told
If I could but tell a lie that would make you forget the truth you hold
Maybe, maybe I wouldn't have died at all
#review #minal #poetry
If I could but pen a letter mightier than hundreds of swords
If I could but ink out a tale that would be forever told
If I could but tell a lie that would make you forget the truth you hold
Maybe, maybe I wouldn't have died at all
#review #minal #poetry
Title: THE SIX PATHS OF PAIN
Here , I am sharing something that I believe in , it might contain some religious beliefs and preaching but it's not meant to hurt someone.
Please allow me to present before you
THE SIX PATHS OF PAIN
The contents are both my own and excerpts from other platforms
(1) - Deva Path -
This path is the topmost path / realm the Aatma or the spirit can be reborn into or walk upon . This realm has all the luxuries but it's painful cause it makes your soul feel too blessed to be close to the "Superior being" that the "Aatma" seeks. It takes you farther from path that one must tread to achieve 'Moksha'. It cauaes Aatma to be reincarnated again to some other realm based on the Karma In the birth cycle of Aatma.
Devas suffer from pride and knowledge that their long lives and powers will not prevent their eventual rebirth.
(2) - Asura Path.
It is the another path or realm, the Aatma can be reborn into. This is the most painful and scariest path of reincarnation causes all the hellish actions are bound to happen in this realm that cause reincarnation into one of the realms again to force the Aatma to go through the pain again. Also the activities of this realm creatures is said to affect the peace and livelihood of other realm.
The asuras have power like the Devas but lack knowledge and hence suffer through violence.
(3) - Human Path.
Human realm is painful in the sense that the action comprise of all the cognitive action , the human has the ability to reason and hence must follow the path of spiritual awakening or at least do so and attain Moksha- become one with the superior being. If the aatma could not attain moksha in this realm it has to repeat the entire cycle or rebirths and go through all suffering again.
(4) - Animal Path.
This is the realm where the aamta only is reborn to eat, sleep, and reproduce. This is realm is also not considered good cause the creatures are said to be forced to pray on others for food.
This reals suffers from lack of cognition, instinct to survive, ignorant of what is happening to them.
(5) - Preta Path
This reincarnation of the Aatma in this realm is due to the 'Moh' or aasakti for some incomplete desires and the suffering . limitless aasakti cause Aatma is not able to set it free from the rebirth into the same realm again and again.
The Pretas suffer from never ending thirst and hunger.
(6) - Naraka Path
This is the path the Aatma should tread where the Aatma is supposed to pay for all bad it has done in any of the realms. This is the most painful realm where the "king of hell_ Yama" punishes Aatma for its sins to be reborn into a higher realm.
#Sagar
#review
#article
Here , I am sharing something that I believe in , it might contain some religious beliefs and preaching but it's not meant to hurt someone.
Please allow me to present before you
THE SIX PATHS OF PAIN
The contents are both my own and excerpts from other platforms
(1) - Deva Path -
This path is the topmost path / realm the Aatma or the spirit can be reborn into or walk upon . This realm has all the luxuries but it's painful cause it makes your soul feel too blessed to be close to the "Superior being" that the "Aatma" seeks. It takes you farther from path that one must tread to achieve 'Moksha'. It cauaes Aatma to be reincarnated again to some other realm based on the Karma In the birth cycle of Aatma.
Devas suffer from pride and knowledge that their long lives and powers will not prevent their eventual rebirth.
(2) - Asura Path.
It is the another path or realm, the Aatma can be reborn into. This is the most painful and scariest path of reincarnation causes all the hellish actions are bound to happen in this realm that cause reincarnation into one of the realms again to force the Aatma to go through the pain again. Also the activities of this realm creatures is said to affect the peace and livelihood of other realm.
The asuras have power like the Devas but lack knowledge and hence suffer through violence.
(3) - Human Path.
Human realm is painful in the sense that the action comprise of all the cognitive action , the human has the ability to reason and hence must follow the path of spiritual awakening or at least do so and attain Moksha- become one with the superior being. If the aatma could not attain moksha in this realm it has to repeat the entire cycle or rebirths and go through all suffering again.
(4) - Animal Path.
This is the realm where the aamta only is reborn to eat, sleep, and reproduce. This is realm is also not considered good cause the creatures are said to be forced to pray on others for food.
This reals suffers from lack of cognition, instinct to survive, ignorant of what is happening to them.
(5) - Preta Path
This reincarnation of the Aatma in this realm is due to the 'Moh' or aasakti for some incomplete desires and the suffering . limitless aasakti cause Aatma is not able to set it free from the rebirth into the same realm again and again.
The Pretas suffer from never ending thirst and hunger.
(6) - Naraka Path
This is the path the Aatma should tread where the Aatma is supposed to pay for all bad it has done in any of the realms. This is the most painful realm where the "king of hell_ Yama" punishes Aatma for its sins to be reborn into a higher realm.
#Sagar
#review
#article
#Ansh #review #story CHAPTER 1
CHICAGO ERRAND
KNOCK-KNOCK.
“Come in”, said Lakshay in an irritated tone as he prepared to leave “Soldier Field” where he had a part in a charity concert & was now was packing his stuff. He turned around to witness a tall, well-built man; he had a dense mustache that a man with his stature could pull off with ease and was wearing a dark green T-Shirt paired with plain blue jeans.
Lakshay stopped his packing abruptly and while keeping his bag slowly on the table near him, examined the man from the corner of his eye, while picking his thin full-frame silver spectacles from the table simultaneously with his left hand.
“Who are you? and…”
He stopped before completing his sentence, which he did though end in his mind to himself. Doubt and fear struck him, "How did he manage to get in without alerting the security?”. He quickly dismissed the thought, gathered himself together and stood upright with his spine straight and shoulders broadened to create a pseudo impression of strength, preparing to speak again, but this time with a more deep and commanding tone.
“Who are you? And what do you want?”
The man finally broke his silence and with a childish enthusiasm, said, “I am one of your biggest fans!” he continued stammering in excitement, “No, No… I AM, YOUR BIGGEST FAN!”.
Lakshay could now clearly see the name of one of his hit albums, “DUE LOVE” printed on his T-shirt. Lakshay had gained popularity in recent times when his new album made it to the hit charts in the States.
He knew that this guy could be one of many new innocent fans out there, but he didn’t ignore the fact that this fan had knowingly or unknowingly breached security & hence it was very clear in Lakshay’s mind that he can’t be trusted as he had read about these maniacs who would do messed up things to their idols in fiction, and he indeed wanted these stories to remain fictional for him. Therefore, he decided to play along with this FAN, with whom he was at present in this 6x6 meter room with no exit other than the door at which the man himself stood. With whom, he did not stand a chance in a brawl. So, he thought of a plan.
Politely Lakshay began "That's nice of you, where are you from…” saying this Lakshay noticed a notebook and pen in his hands and continued speaking while motioning with his hands to ask for the notebook and pen “pass your notebook, let me sign it for you” waiting for a response, Lakshay stretched out his right hand towards the man. The FAN, with a little delay, smiled and passed the notebook with the pen to Lakshay and continued with a sudden surge of enthusiasm…
CHICAGO ERRAND
KNOCK-KNOCK.
“Come in”, said Lakshay in an irritated tone as he prepared to leave “Soldier Field” where he had a part in a charity concert & was now was packing his stuff. He turned around to witness a tall, well-built man; he had a dense mustache that a man with his stature could pull off with ease and was wearing a dark green T-Shirt paired with plain blue jeans.
Lakshay stopped his packing abruptly and while keeping his bag slowly on the table near him, examined the man from the corner of his eye, while picking his thin full-frame silver spectacles from the table simultaneously with his left hand.
“Who are you? and…”
He stopped before completing his sentence, which he did though end in his mind to himself. Doubt and fear struck him, "How did he manage to get in without alerting the security?”. He quickly dismissed the thought, gathered himself together and stood upright with his spine straight and shoulders broadened to create a pseudo impression of strength, preparing to speak again, but this time with a more deep and commanding tone.
“Who are you? And what do you want?”
The man finally broke his silence and with a childish enthusiasm, said, “I am one of your biggest fans!” he continued stammering in excitement, “No, No… I AM, YOUR BIGGEST FAN!”.
Lakshay could now clearly see the name of one of his hit albums, “DUE LOVE” printed on his T-shirt. Lakshay had gained popularity in recent times when his new album made it to the hit charts in the States.
He knew that this guy could be one of many new innocent fans out there, but he didn’t ignore the fact that this fan had knowingly or unknowingly breached security & hence it was very clear in Lakshay’s mind that he can’t be trusted as he had read about these maniacs who would do messed up things to their idols in fiction, and he indeed wanted these stories to remain fictional for him. Therefore, he decided to play along with this FAN, with whom he was at present in this 6x6 meter room with no exit other than the door at which the man himself stood. With whom, he did not stand a chance in a brawl. So, he thought of a plan.
Politely Lakshay began "That's nice of you, where are you from…” saying this Lakshay noticed a notebook and pen in his hands and continued speaking while motioning with his hands to ask for the notebook and pen “pass your notebook, let me sign it for you” waiting for a response, Lakshay stretched out his right hand towards the man. The FAN, with a little delay, smiled and passed the notebook with the pen to Lakshay and continued with a sudden surge of enthusiasm…
#Ansh #review “Sir, I'd like to show you my ride, you’ll dig the custom paint job with all of your famous songs decaled on its hood.”
Lakshay immediately blurted out, “No! I’m really tired, I’d like to head home as soon as possible”
As soon as Lakshay spoke this out, a sudden regret hit him like a small electric shock from a malfunctioning switch, as his subconscious mind shouted, “Play along you dumbass, you can’t get this hulk upset” and finally fear overtook him, and his left hand started to shake hysterically and to prevent it from being noticed, he grabbed onto the table’s edge with all his strength. But the words had already been spoken, it was too late to take them back. All that was left to be done was to wait for Mr. hulk’s response.
To his surprise, the man said more politely almost near edging begging it seemed, "Sir I know your time is precious, plus you’re tired but I came all the way from Toronto just to see you perform & now that I got a chance to meet you, I didn't want to waste this opportunity to showcase my love for you & your unique music, though if you'd like to leave I won't stop you”.
Lakshay breathing a silent sight of relief threw a fake smile at him & directed his right hand towards the door saying, “After you”.
Lakshay was cautious not to fall for the polite tone, as his intuition still told him that the man was a maniac of sorts considering his sudden mood swings. Lakshay again started to formulate a plan. He knew that there would at least one more person out there in the arena, although he expected a crowd but he considered the worst possible scenario, he would somehow catch their attention and point at the big elephant in the room and make the craziest of facial expressions to show his distress and beg for help and then the job would be done, in his heart, he just wanted to see one of his security personnel out there, that would make his life a lot easier.
Lakshay while handing the notebook and pen back to the man and picking up his bag asked, "Where have you parked your car, the bag is quite heavy so…"
The man with a excitedly said, “Thank god I managed to park it right outside”.
Lakshay thought “right outside!?”, it didn’t make sense but he had no choice but to bow down and follow the man or the FAN as he calls himself. Lakshay felt more worried, as right outside meant that there wasn’t going to be a lot walking to the car and hence less time to grab attention.
“Damn it”. Akshay thought to himself.
As soon as lakshay came out of the room, he turned left and froze, his mind and body were paralyzed, for as far as his eyes could see there wasn’t a single soul in sight. It was worse than his imagination of the worst scenario. As Lakshay was staring straight into the darkness he saw smoke rising from the right side of his view. He squinted to focus towards the origin of smoke and saw fire at the far end of the field in the woods. Suddenly, he was able to make out where everybody went to entertain themselves but the question in his mind was, “Even both the security guards?”. That too, without informing him! And he started to ponder over the selfishness of humans. He had already experienced his fair share of betrayal, which now has molded his personality, now he dreads forging friendships and has trouble trusting people. This experience added another nail to the wall.
Lakshay immediately blurted out, “No! I’m really tired, I’d like to head home as soon as possible”
As soon as Lakshay spoke this out, a sudden regret hit him like a small electric shock from a malfunctioning switch, as his subconscious mind shouted, “Play along you dumbass, you can’t get this hulk upset” and finally fear overtook him, and his left hand started to shake hysterically and to prevent it from being noticed, he grabbed onto the table’s edge with all his strength. But the words had already been spoken, it was too late to take them back. All that was left to be done was to wait for Mr. hulk’s response.
To his surprise, the man said more politely almost near edging begging it seemed, "Sir I know your time is precious, plus you’re tired but I came all the way from Toronto just to see you perform & now that I got a chance to meet you, I didn't want to waste this opportunity to showcase my love for you & your unique music, though if you'd like to leave I won't stop you”.
Lakshay breathing a silent sight of relief threw a fake smile at him & directed his right hand towards the door saying, “After you”.
Lakshay was cautious not to fall for the polite tone, as his intuition still told him that the man was a maniac of sorts considering his sudden mood swings. Lakshay again started to formulate a plan. He knew that there would at least one more person out there in the arena, although he expected a crowd but he considered the worst possible scenario, he would somehow catch their attention and point at the big elephant in the room and make the craziest of facial expressions to show his distress and beg for help and then the job would be done, in his heart, he just wanted to see one of his security personnel out there, that would make his life a lot easier.
Lakshay while handing the notebook and pen back to the man and picking up his bag asked, "Where have you parked your car, the bag is quite heavy so…"
The man with a excitedly said, “Thank god I managed to park it right outside”.
Lakshay thought “right outside!?”, it didn’t make sense but he had no choice but to bow down and follow the man or the FAN as he calls himself. Lakshay felt more worried, as right outside meant that there wasn’t going to be a lot walking to the car and hence less time to grab attention.
“Damn it”. Akshay thought to himself.
As soon as lakshay came out of the room, he turned left and froze, his mind and body were paralyzed, for as far as his eyes could see there wasn’t a single soul in sight. It was worse than his imagination of the worst scenario. As Lakshay was staring straight into the darkness he saw smoke rising from the right side of his view. He squinted to focus towards the origin of smoke and saw fire at the far end of the field in the woods. Suddenly, he was able to make out where everybody went to entertain themselves but the question in his mind was, “Even both the security guards?”. That too, without informing him! And he started to ponder over the selfishness of humans. He had already experienced his fair share of betrayal, which now has molded his personality, now he dreads forging friendships and has trouble trusting people. This experience added another nail to the wall.
#Ansh #review Lakshay quickly turned towards the right as he remembered about the hulk figured man and saw one of his guards lying unconscious with blood dripping out of a hole in his neck.
Lakshay quickly lifted his head but saw no sign of the hitman just a car, with no sign of any passengers or driver. Suddenly, the bells in his head rung and his mind shouted just one thing to him, “RUN!!!”. He kept his right hand on his mouth and turned in the opposite direction to run but as soon as he turned he got a hard blow straight to his stomach, the punch knocked the wind out of him and when he gasped for air, a hand covered his face drenched in some liquid unknown to him. Then, in a matter of seconds he lost control of his body and fell on the ground. Falling face-first on hard concrete must have been painful but he was too dazed to feel it.
Lakshay, staring at the night sky with slowly fading vision, mumbled, “You… you were my biggest FAN?”.
Lakshay quickly lifted his head but saw no sign of the hitman just a car, with no sign of any passengers or driver. Suddenly, the bells in his head rung and his mind shouted just one thing to him, “RUN!!!”. He kept his right hand on his mouth and turned in the opposite direction to run but as soon as he turned he got a hard blow straight to his stomach, the punch knocked the wind out of him and when he gasped for air, a hand covered his face drenched in some liquid unknown to him. Then, in a matter of seconds he lost control of his body and fell on the ground. Falling face-first on hard concrete must have been painful but he was too dazed to feel it.
Lakshay, staring at the night sky with slowly fading vision, mumbled, “You… you were my biggest FAN?”.