" A LITTLE HELP, PLEASE"
One day i woke up in the morning, i yawned as i looked in the mirror i could see myself, i could !, i jumped out of my bed and leaped towards the mirror, i made faces infront of the mirror, same, it's the same face, it's been so long since i last saw my face. I could'nt believe myself i feel like i could cry at anytime but no i controlled myself and went downstairs shouting mom, dad, mom, dad i could barely control myself. But there was no one, i called them again and again but no reply came, i went outside the whole streets were empty, only cars and empty houses. I came back home and went to my room, i looked in the mirror there i was laughing at myself, then i knew it was another one of it's prank. DAY-54 i am still stuck in the mirror world
#review #shortstory #horror
#Einstestine
One day i woke up in the morning, i yawned as i looked in the mirror i could see myself, i could !, i jumped out of my bed and leaped towards the mirror, i made faces infront of the mirror, same, it's the same face, it's been so long since i last saw my face. I could'nt believe myself i feel like i could cry at anytime but no i controlled myself and went downstairs shouting mom, dad, mom, dad i could barely control myself. But there was no one, i called them again and again but no reply came, i went outside the whole streets were empty, only cars and empty houses. I came back home and went to my room, i looked in the mirror there i was laughing at myself, then i knew it was another one of it's prank. DAY-54 i am still stuck in the mirror world
#review #shortstory #horror
#Einstestine
#review #freenix
Title: Krishna or Karna
Krishna or Karna: Awareness or Ignorance: Equanimity or Egotism
Our awareness and ignorance are intertwined in every action that we perform. We have a free will and yet find ourselves shackled to our thoughts. We know our strengths and yet delude ourselves to weaknesses. We adulate virtuousness and yet tread towards depravity. Man is nothing but a mere puppet of his own illusion.
Mahabharata one of the greatest epics in the world tells us a story that has multifold interpretations. One of the key learning in them would be to exercise the right control over our thoughts. While the story is chiefly about right and wrong, dharma and adharma, it also portrays its characters with a lot of emotional depth intriguing us to understand the circumstances that lead to the unfolding of certain events in the story. Out of all the central figures, two characters draw significant similarities between their lives; Krishna and Karna. A comparison of their early lives reveals how 2 great men with strikingly similar experiences chose different ways to react to a multitude of obstacles they encounter. One guided by his intellect and a sense of purpose while the other purely by his vengeance. Eventually, it is the intellect that always triumphs over anything on a battlefield.
Krishna, son of Yasodha, considered as the epitome of virtue supported righteousness in the Kurukshetra war. His decisions, despite its deceitfulness and flaws, were always directed towards a much larger and noble cause. His glorification was a result of an unrelenting endeavor to uphold dharma above all.
Karna, son of Radha while being a man of unparalleled prowess met disgrace in the hands of fate for his staunch support to the antagonist in the story. With all his exemplary virtue, he was still a man of disrepute not just for his social status but also for his actions that sought inordinate retribution. He failed to canalise his skill towards a meaningful purpose.
All of us inherently have a Krishna and a Karna within us. While it is entirely our prerogative to make a choice, the consequences of such choices remain something beyond our faculties. Every circumstance is an opportunity to summon either of these warriors within us, and if we were to look at some of the instances that lead us to these compulsions, it would mostly be those that had the least significance as a subject in our lives. An argument over frivolous concerns, revulsion, and prejudicial opinion toward someone without any corroboration, envious thoughts, covetousness, and insecurity are all a resultant drive of a mind that is unsettled deep inside.
Karna in Mahabharata was a hero who gave in to his overwhelming emotions. He lost his humility envying Arjuna, then, lost his dignity submitting to a misleading Duryodhana. He further disgraced himself by being a part of Draupadi’s vastraharan. He justified his every vile action as his vengeance towards an atrocious society. Karna supported his repugnant action with a rationale of his own till the end. Ergo, it is said that Karna symbolises men who do not have control over their senses. They defend their wrongdoings and remain disillusioned by their egotism.
Krishna on the other hand had equally faced a tumultuous past. His childhood was marked by many dreadful events. He dealt all the impediments with great fortitude and maintained equanimity throughout his life. He could complain of a troublesome past; however, he chose to rise on those occasions. He prioritised a bigger cause over his own personal vendetta. This is what differentiates a great mind from the average ones.
Title: Krishna or Karna
Krishna or Karna: Awareness or Ignorance: Equanimity or Egotism
Our awareness and ignorance are intertwined in every action that we perform. We have a free will and yet find ourselves shackled to our thoughts. We know our strengths and yet delude ourselves to weaknesses. We adulate virtuousness and yet tread towards depravity. Man is nothing but a mere puppet of his own illusion.
Mahabharata one of the greatest epics in the world tells us a story that has multifold interpretations. One of the key learning in them would be to exercise the right control over our thoughts. While the story is chiefly about right and wrong, dharma and adharma, it also portrays its characters with a lot of emotional depth intriguing us to understand the circumstances that lead to the unfolding of certain events in the story. Out of all the central figures, two characters draw significant similarities between their lives; Krishna and Karna. A comparison of their early lives reveals how 2 great men with strikingly similar experiences chose different ways to react to a multitude of obstacles they encounter. One guided by his intellect and a sense of purpose while the other purely by his vengeance. Eventually, it is the intellect that always triumphs over anything on a battlefield.
Krishna, son of Yasodha, considered as the epitome of virtue supported righteousness in the Kurukshetra war. His decisions, despite its deceitfulness and flaws, were always directed towards a much larger and noble cause. His glorification was a result of an unrelenting endeavor to uphold dharma above all.
Karna, son of Radha while being a man of unparalleled prowess met disgrace in the hands of fate for his staunch support to the antagonist in the story. With all his exemplary virtue, he was still a man of disrepute not just for his social status but also for his actions that sought inordinate retribution. He failed to canalise his skill towards a meaningful purpose.
All of us inherently have a Krishna and a Karna within us. While it is entirely our prerogative to make a choice, the consequences of such choices remain something beyond our faculties. Every circumstance is an opportunity to summon either of these warriors within us, and if we were to look at some of the instances that lead us to these compulsions, it would mostly be those that had the least significance as a subject in our lives. An argument over frivolous concerns, revulsion, and prejudicial opinion toward someone without any corroboration, envious thoughts, covetousness, and insecurity are all a resultant drive of a mind that is unsettled deep inside.
Karna in Mahabharata was a hero who gave in to his overwhelming emotions. He lost his humility envying Arjuna, then, lost his dignity submitting to a misleading Duryodhana. He further disgraced himself by being a part of Draupadi’s vastraharan. He justified his every vile action as his vengeance towards an atrocious society. Karna supported his repugnant action with a rationale of his own till the end. Ergo, it is said that Karna symbolises men who do not have control over their senses. They defend their wrongdoings and remain disillusioned by their egotism.
Krishna on the other hand had equally faced a tumultuous past. His childhood was marked by many dreadful events. He dealt all the impediments with great fortitude and maintained equanimity throughout his life. He could complain of a troublesome past; however, he chose to rise on those occasions. He prioritised a bigger cause over his own personal vendetta. This is what differentiates a great mind from the average ones.
It was finally discovered that aliens exist but, we didn't discovered them they discovered us. They came to meet us on 23 April 2024. And soon after they came they demanded to talk to earth leaders but soon they realised that there is no particular earth leader they came to know that earth is divided into parts and each part had a leader.they didn't liked that.(because they had only one leader)
So they then demanded to call a meeting with each and every part of earth's leader (they referred country as a part of earth) but most of the countries declined because they were afraid but, around 25 countries came to meeting and soon they realised that country leaders aren't smart enough to make a deal with as they didn't wanted gold,money,or Any other natural resource they wanted knowledge.
They wanted to know what humans knew and and they didn't and in exchange they told that they will tell us about things which they knew and humans didn't. Language wasn't the problem as they had a device through which they can exchange thought of each other by tracing mind rays.(rays released by mind when we think) so then they demanded to call a meeting with clever humans.(which we refer to as scientist) hence around 150 scientist came from all over the world and soon aliens realised that they already knew everything what humans knew and when one of the scientist asked them to share what they knew they refused and said that they will not understand anything if they told them directly and told us to discover it on our own and they said we will take less time to understand those things if we weren't told the result already, hence they left our earth. their purpose to come on earth was to find purpose they wanted to know the origin of Universe. Meeting aliens was completely different than what was shown in movies they were not cruel and each and everyone one of them was smarter than any of us.
#kbc #review
So they then demanded to call a meeting with each and every part of earth's leader (they referred country as a part of earth) but most of the countries declined because they were afraid but, around 25 countries came to meeting and soon they realised that country leaders aren't smart enough to make a deal with as they didn't wanted gold,money,or Any other natural resource they wanted knowledge.
They wanted to know what humans knew and and they didn't and in exchange they told that they will tell us about things which they knew and humans didn't. Language wasn't the problem as they had a device through which they can exchange thought of each other by tracing mind rays.(rays released by mind when we think) so then they demanded to call a meeting with clever humans.(which we refer to as scientist) hence around 150 scientist came from all over the world and soon aliens realised that they already knew everything what humans knew and when one of the scientist asked them to share what they knew they refused and said that they will not understand anything if they told them directly and told us to discover it on our own and they said we will take less time to understand those things if we weren't told the result already, hence they left our earth. their purpose to come on earth was to find purpose they wanted to know the origin of Universe. Meeting aliens was completely different than what was shown in movies they were not cruel and each and everyone one of them was smarter than any of us.
#kbc #review
It was finally discovered that aliens exist but, we didn't discover them they discovered us. They came to meet us on 23 April 2024. And soon after they came they demanded to talk to earth leaders but soon they realised that there is no particular earth leader they came to know that earth is divided into parts and each part had a leader.they didn't liked that.(because they had only one leader)
So they then demanded to call a meeting with each and every part of earth's leader (they referred country as a part of earth) but most of the countries declined because they were afraid but, around 25 countries came to meeting and soon they realised that country leaders aren't smart enough to make a deal with as they didn't wanted gold,money,or Any other natural resource they wanted knowledge.
They wanted to know what humans knew and and they didn't and in exchange they told that they will tell us about things which they knew and humans didn't. Language wasn't the problem as they had a device through which they can exchange thought of each other by tracing mind rays.(rays released by mind when we think) so then they demanded to call a meeting with humans that were clever.(which we refer to as scientist) hence around 150 scientist came from all over the world and soon aliens realised that they already knew everything what humans knew and when one of the scientist asked them to share what they knew they refused and said that they will not understand anything if they told them directly and told us to discover it on our own and they said we will take less time to understand those things if we weren't told the result already, hence they left our earth. their purpose to come on earth was to find purpose they wanted to know the origin of Universe. Meeting aliens was completely different than what was shown in movies they were not cruel and each and everyone of them was smarter than any of us.
#kbc #review
So they then demanded to call a meeting with each and every part of earth's leader (they referred country as a part of earth) but most of the countries declined because they were afraid but, around 25 countries came to meeting and soon they realised that country leaders aren't smart enough to make a deal with as they didn't wanted gold,money,or Any other natural resource they wanted knowledge.
They wanted to know what humans knew and and they didn't and in exchange they told that they will tell us about things which they knew and humans didn't. Language wasn't the problem as they had a device through which they can exchange thought of each other by tracing mind rays.(rays released by mind when we think) so then they demanded to call a meeting with humans that were clever.(which we refer to as scientist) hence around 150 scientist came from all over the world and soon aliens realised that they already knew everything what humans knew and when one of the scientist asked them to share what they knew they refused and said that they will not understand anything if they told them directly and told us to discover it on our own and they said we will take less time to understand those things if we weren't told the result already, hence they left our earth. their purpose to come on earth was to find purpose they wanted to know the origin of Universe. Meeting aliens was completely different than what was shown in movies they were not cruel and each and everyone of them was smarter than any of us.
#kbc #review
#review #Tsuna
#WorthReading
This is the story of how I came to be a hedgehog. You see, I wasn't always such a glorious specimen of perfection that I am now. My tale is actually a bit darker than I let on. It all started 684 years ago. I was a lemur, the people in the village next to our trees were fascinated in witchcraft and how life worked. They lack respect for anyone but their studies and Earth herself rebelled against them in fury. It was snowing, it's never snowed before. My family and I were huddled up against each other trying our hardest to keep warm. I pleaded and begged them to leave our trees behind in search of a safer home, but they refused to leave the trees, for it was all we knew as lemurs. I had gone to the top of the trees and saw a canyon far off in the distance, free of storms. There was a light there, flickering. Calling to me. I tried one last time to convince my family. They turned their back on me.
So I left... and I didn't look back once. I traveled fast, I dared not stop else I would have froze to death. After many hours of traveling, I got out of the storm and entered the canyon. The light, still flickering, lured me in. I cautiously walked in, traveling further and further into the canyon. The light, still dancing was getting brighter. I got to a bend and turned right. I saw a young girl huddled around a small fire. It filled me with fear because of the horrors we had seen at the hands of the village that violated the laws of what was right. I walked around slowly and she woke up. That's when I saw that I could trust her.
She was crying and the first thing I noticed was that she was missing her left arm. One single blue eye looked back at me. A deep scar ran over an empty eye socket marked that her other eye was lost. She had been hard in the villiages sick and twisted experiments. She called out to me asking if I was also a runaway. I got closer and she nodded as if she knew that we both had nothing to return to, and we both had nowhere else to go. This was it, our end of the road. She looked at me with her bright eye and asked me in a soft voice, "If you could have a new life, one where you can start all over again, would you take that chance little one? Even if it meant you may not be the same?" I had no fear of her now, she was just as broken as I was. Taking my hands in hers, she looked into my eyes, whispering that I have another chance. To love, live, smile, and laugh for the both of us. I didn't understand.
She kept talking as the small and weak flames started to flare up and turned a flaring blue and started swirling around us. I grew terrified, I didn't know what was happening until her legs started to catch fire, but she kept looking in my eyes. I was scared for her, she was looking at me as she kept saying words I couldn't understand. The fire started at my tail. It didn't burn like I expected it to. Like her, it was trailing up my body. She closed her eye as the fire flew up her torso and licked at her hair as she finished the final words. She opened her eye and with a tear, whispered for me to be happy. And the fire consumed us turning her into ash that was picked up by the wind.
I woke up what felt like days later, and crawled over to a small pond to drink. And that's when I saw it. My reflection was different. I had quills, a different nose, and a different face, but the most immediate difference was my eye... It was her bright blue. She will always be a part of me, that incredible, kind and caring girl who sacrificed herself to give me a new life. I'll never forget her.
#WorthReading
This is the story of how I came to be a hedgehog. You see, I wasn't always such a glorious specimen of perfection that I am now. My tale is actually a bit darker than I let on. It all started 684 years ago. I was a lemur, the people in the village next to our trees were fascinated in witchcraft and how life worked. They lack respect for anyone but their studies and Earth herself rebelled against them in fury. It was snowing, it's never snowed before. My family and I were huddled up against each other trying our hardest to keep warm. I pleaded and begged them to leave our trees behind in search of a safer home, but they refused to leave the trees, for it was all we knew as lemurs. I had gone to the top of the trees and saw a canyon far off in the distance, free of storms. There was a light there, flickering. Calling to me. I tried one last time to convince my family. They turned their back on me.
So I left... and I didn't look back once. I traveled fast, I dared not stop else I would have froze to death. After many hours of traveling, I got out of the storm and entered the canyon. The light, still flickering, lured me in. I cautiously walked in, traveling further and further into the canyon. The light, still dancing was getting brighter. I got to a bend and turned right. I saw a young girl huddled around a small fire. It filled me with fear because of the horrors we had seen at the hands of the village that violated the laws of what was right. I walked around slowly and she woke up. That's when I saw that I could trust her.
She was crying and the first thing I noticed was that she was missing her left arm. One single blue eye looked back at me. A deep scar ran over an empty eye socket marked that her other eye was lost. She had been hard in the villiages sick and twisted experiments. She called out to me asking if I was also a runaway. I got closer and she nodded as if she knew that we both had nothing to return to, and we both had nowhere else to go. This was it, our end of the road. She looked at me with her bright eye and asked me in a soft voice, "If you could have a new life, one where you can start all over again, would you take that chance little one? Even if it meant you may not be the same?" I had no fear of her now, she was just as broken as I was. Taking my hands in hers, she looked into my eyes, whispering that I have another chance. To love, live, smile, and laugh for the both of us. I didn't understand.
She kept talking as the small and weak flames started to flare up and turned a flaring blue and started swirling around us. I grew terrified, I didn't know what was happening until her legs started to catch fire, but she kept looking in my eyes. I was scared for her, she was looking at me as she kept saying words I couldn't understand. The fire started at my tail. It didn't burn like I expected it to. Like her, it was trailing up my body. She closed her eye as the fire flew up her torso and licked at her hair as she finished the final words. She opened her eye and with a tear, whispered for me to be happy. And the fire consumed us turning her into ash that was picked up by the wind.
I woke up what felt like days later, and crawled over to a small pond to drink. And that's when I saw it. My reflection was different. I had quills, a different nose, and a different face, but the most immediate difference was my eye... It was her bright blue. She will always be a part of me, that incredible, kind and caring girl who sacrificed herself to give me a new life. I'll never forget her.
#Nandinithakar #review
Once she was a page,
But soon she folded herself
Like Origami.
She kept saying sorry ,
For the space she engrossed.
People kept cutting her edges,
Soon she was only as the last piece.
Then came the day when she was
No more than a pile of ash.
Breeze took her to places,
Where she had never been before.
She captured the glimpses,
Of all she saw.
A thought of realisation
Came to her mind.
Engrossing space only showed,
That she was Alive !
Once she was a page,
But soon she folded herself
Like Origami.
She kept saying sorry ,
For the space she engrossed.
People kept cutting her edges,
Soon she was only as the last piece.
Then came the day when she was
No more than a pile of ash.
Breeze took her to places,
Where she had never been before.
She captured the glimpses,
Of all she saw.
A thought of realisation
Came to her mind.
Engrossing space only showed,
That she was Alive !
The weather was clear and good like a mother's warmth but my mind wasn't, my mind was confused and fill with complicated thoughts then I suddenly remembered the days when I will get excited and happy just by seeing such a good weather I will play and dance with my friends.i thought "why did I grew up? Why can't I be like I used to be before completely careless and completely in the present moment why I can't be in the present moment like I used to be before?"
#kbc #review
#kbc #review
#Nandinithakar #review
My life was an arrow
With a sharpened point,
So that people
Won't come close to me
And I won't let
Anyone down
But you saw me
With such interest ,
And what I did not see
Was your life was a bow,
You held me close
With precision,
Lead me back
To fly straight to my goals.
My life was an arrow
With a sharpened point,
So that people
Won't come close to me
And I won't let
Anyone down
But you saw me
With such interest ,
And what I did not see
Was your life was a bow,
You held me close
With precision,
Lead me back
To fly straight to my goals.
#review #shortstory #Florence
The Moonchild (1)
‘Sayanora, be safe’, he said and walked backwards.
‘Yes?’ she turned and they stumbled on each other causing the books on their hand to fall down.
‘Oops! Here you are’, he collected his journal and the books from the ground and gave it to her.
‘Sorry about that’, he apologized again.
‘No worries’, said she, ‘I should have been more careful. I thought I heard my name.’
‘Pardon?’ he puzzled for a moment.
‘I mean, someone called Sayanora and I turned back to see who it was.’
‘Oh! No, no, no, no, no. I was waving my mom goodbye. She is Spanish. Sayanora in Spanish means goodbye.’
‘Oh!’ and they both chuckled.
‘Anyway, can I offer you a cup of coffee?’ asked he.
‘Thanks but no thanks. I have to rush in to return this and run some errands. Maybe next time.”
That’s when he read the title of the book, ‘Heyy, “Norwegian Wood!” So you are the one who took it. I have been waiting forever for this book and the librarian would always say it hadn’t been returned.’ He couldn’t hide his resentment.
‘I’m sorry. I have been meaning to return it but got tied-up. Come with me and you can take it right away.”
‘You go ahead. I’ll be right with you.’’
‘Sure.’
He went back to the park bench and scribbled something in his journal.
Lost in thought he walked to the library.
She waved at him from a distance but he took no notice of her.
She came running and tripped over a hose.
‘Whoops! Are you okay?’ he asked while collecting the books from the floor.
‘Yes. I waved at you but you were in a reverie or something. Someone else is waiting to take that book. I told the librarian to put it on hold. Go, go.’
‘So kind of you. Many thanks.’
The Moonchild (1)
‘Sayanora, be safe’, he said and walked backwards.
‘Yes?’ she turned and they stumbled on each other causing the books on their hand to fall down.
‘Oops! Here you are’, he collected his journal and the books from the ground and gave it to her.
‘Sorry about that’, he apologized again.
‘No worries’, said she, ‘I should have been more careful. I thought I heard my name.’
‘Pardon?’ he puzzled for a moment.
‘I mean, someone called Sayanora and I turned back to see who it was.’
‘Oh! No, no, no, no, no. I was waving my mom goodbye. She is Spanish. Sayanora in Spanish means goodbye.’
‘Oh!’ and they both chuckled.
‘Anyway, can I offer you a cup of coffee?’ asked he.
‘Thanks but no thanks. I have to rush in to return this and run some errands. Maybe next time.”
That’s when he read the title of the book, ‘Heyy, “Norwegian Wood!” So you are the one who took it. I have been waiting forever for this book and the librarian would always say it hadn’t been returned.’ He couldn’t hide his resentment.
‘I’m sorry. I have been meaning to return it but got tied-up. Come with me and you can take it right away.”
‘You go ahead. I’ll be right with you.’’
‘Sure.’
He went back to the park bench and scribbled something in his journal.
Lost in thought he walked to the library.
She waved at him from a distance but he took no notice of her.
She came running and tripped over a hose.
‘Whoops! Are you okay?’ he asked while collecting the books from the floor.
‘Yes. I waved at you but you were in a reverie or something. Someone else is waiting to take that book. I told the librarian to put it on hold. Go, go.’
‘So kind of you. Many thanks.’
#review #shortstory #Florence
The Moonchild (2)
His version
"I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way than this:
where I do not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep."
Neruda
It was the beginning of Autumn. There was nothing more pleasant than sauntering down the road at the crack of dawn under leaf canopies savouring the multi-hued autumn foliage. The red maple leaves, brown oak leaves and yellow ginkgo leaves fell off, twisting and turning in the soft wind, determined to leave the trees bare. An old man of indeterminate age hummed along while raking the leaves of which some crushed underfoot making crackly sounds.
As I was between jobs, perching on a park bench and immersing myself in the beauty of nature until the library opens had become part of my daily routine. It was during one of those lucky days I met her first and fell in love instantaneously. She looked elegant in her lavender accordion skirt and a white short sleeve top with a scarf to complement it. She had a captivating smile, beautiful enough to melt everyone’s heart. What struck me the most was her indomitable confidence emanated from her. She would come every weekend, go straight to the library and leave exactly after half an hour as if she exactly had in mind what book to take. On her way back, she sometimes would stop at a confectionary shop or at the florist for a quick pep talk. Gradually, I had gotten into the habit of secretly observing her but stalking her was something out of my secret agenda. Because it was exciting to love someone without that person’s knowledge and whereabouts (and also I was uncertain of her reaction). I knew I would approach her someday but not in the near future. As a next step, I started spending more time inside the library pretending to read. So far, I have been successful in presenting myself as someone who’s rather self-involved, not minding anyone else’s damn business. I don’t want her to find that I am into her head over heels. And today, I dared to offer her a cup of coffee but she turned me down. But on the bright side, I was glad that I could exchange a few pleasantries with her. Looking forward to meeting her again.
"I want you to know
one thing.
You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me."
-Neruda
The Moonchild (2)
His version
"I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way than this:
where I do not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep."
Neruda
It was the beginning of Autumn. There was nothing more pleasant than sauntering down the road at the crack of dawn under leaf canopies savouring the multi-hued autumn foliage. The red maple leaves, brown oak leaves and yellow ginkgo leaves fell off, twisting and turning in the soft wind, determined to leave the trees bare. An old man of indeterminate age hummed along while raking the leaves of which some crushed underfoot making crackly sounds.
As I was between jobs, perching on a park bench and immersing myself in the beauty of nature until the library opens had become part of my daily routine. It was during one of those lucky days I met her first and fell in love instantaneously. She looked elegant in her lavender accordion skirt and a white short sleeve top with a scarf to complement it. She had a captivating smile, beautiful enough to melt everyone’s heart. What struck me the most was her indomitable confidence emanated from her. She would come every weekend, go straight to the library and leave exactly after half an hour as if she exactly had in mind what book to take. On her way back, she sometimes would stop at a confectionary shop or at the florist for a quick pep talk. Gradually, I had gotten into the habit of secretly observing her but stalking her was something out of my secret agenda. Because it was exciting to love someone without that person’s knowledge and whereabouts (and also I was uncertain of her reaction). I knew I would approach her someday but not in the near future. As a next step, I started spending more time inside the library pretending to read. So far, I have been successful in presenting myself as someone who’s rather self-involved, not minding anyone else’s damn business. I don’t want her to find that I am into her head over heels. And today, I dared to offer her a cup of coffee but she turned me down. But on the bright side, I was glad that I could exchange a few pleasantries with her. Looking forward to meeting her again.
"I want you to know
one thing.
You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me."
-Neruda
#review #shortstory #Florence
The Moonchild (3)
Her Version
"As if you were on fire from within.
The moon lives in the lining of your skin."
-Neruda
It is surprising when you find a rekindled spark of love inside you. It is even more surprising to find that it hasn’t died inside you. I don’t know what’s happening to me and this uncertainty kills me. Because I was almost an alien to these kinds of feelings. My heart is burning with desire and I fail to put that out.
I still remember the first day when I met him at the library. I fell for him without an instant’s hesitation. He would always be engrossed in his own world reading something or the other. It seemed to me that he wouldn’t blink even when the crystal chandelier fell on him from the ceiling. He would sit there for hours reading as if there were no tomorrow or he might be memorizing each and every word fearing that Guy Montag and his firemen come to burn the building and the books at fahrenheit 451!!
Even after getting the book I want, I simply rummage through the shelf so that I can observe him from the corner of my eye. Sometimes, I even ask myself why I have this obsessive need for him to find me. For him, I am just another member of the library. I really wish he could at least once take his eyes away from the book to look at me. God! Put an end to my agony and give me the joys of spring.
“so I wait for you like a lonely house
till you will see me again and live in me.
Till then my windows ache.”
The Moonchild (3)
Her Version
"As if you were on fire from within.
The moon lives in the lining of your skin."
-Neruda
It is surprising when you find a rekindled spark of love inside you. It is even more surprising to find that it hasn’t died inside you. I don’t know what’s happening to me and this uncertainty kills me. Because I was almost an alien to these kinds of feelings. My heart is burning with desire and I fail to put that out.
I still remember the first day when I met him at the library. I fell for him without an instant’s hesitation. He would always be engrossed in his own world reading something or the other. It seemed to me that he wouldn’t blink even when the crystal chandelier fell on him from the ceiling. He would sit there for hours reading as if there were no tomorrow or he might be memorizing each and every word fearing that Guy Montag and his firemen come to burn the building and the books at fahrenheit 451!!
Even after getting the book I want, I simply rummage through the shelf so that I can observe him from the corner of my eye. Sometimes, I even ask myself why I have this obsessive need for him to find me. For him, I am just another member of the library. I really wish he could at least once take his eyes away from the book to look at me. God! Put an end to my agony and give me the joys of spring.
“so I wait for you like a lonely house
till you will see me again and live in me.
Till then my windows ache.”
#review #shortstory #Florence
The Moonchild (4)
They met again next weekend, this time with an embarrassing smile. He asked her to join him for a walk through the garden.
‘Apparently, there was a mix-up with the books,’ he started to end the silence.
‘Well, we were not supposed to read each other’s journals.’ she answered.
‘Turned out to be good though,’ he couldn’t suppress a smile there. “When you fall in love, the natural thing to do is give yourself to it.”
‘Murakami. So I guess you have finished reading “Norwegian Wood.”’
‘Yes. it was a complete page-turner. It didn’t take me long to complete it.’
After a few minutes' walk, they settled on a bench. He took her hands and looked her in the eyes.
‘Look Sayanora, we know that we are into each other. So what do you say we proceed to see how far this goes?’
‘But there are some things I want you to know,’ she said with unblinking eyes.
‘Doesn’t matter, you know. After all is said and done we are not strangers. I don’t care about your past and I hope you don’t care about mine either,’ assured he.
‘I have a daughter.’
He startled for a moment.
‘Her name is Matilda. She is 10 years old and partially paralysed.’
This came as a shock to him. He gathered himself and asked her about the father.
‘Long story short, he left me after finding that I was pregnant,’ and she sobbed like a child.
‘Shh..shhh..there.. there…,’ he hugged her and let her cry till the tears dried out. It never occurred to him that there’s a misery lurking beneath her beautiful smile.
Making sure that she was okay he promised he would meet her next week in the library.
‘Would you like to drop in for a coffee? I live nearby and you can meet my daughter also.’ and she waited for a positive reply.
‘Sure.’ he couldn’t leave her.
They walked in silence.
‘So, is she named after Roald Dahl’s Matilda?’ he asked to break the silence.
‘Brilliant! Yes, she is. If it were a boy I would have named him Charlie, you know’, she broke into laughter and continued, ‘every night I read to her and Dahl is her favourite also.’
It took only a five-minute walk to her home.
She introduced her daughter to him. She was a pretty little girl with a winsome smile and got on well with him.
Suddenly, he noticed around the girl’s neck a silver chain with a crescent moon pendant.
‘It looks fantastic,’ he said pointing to the chain. ‘I also had one with me but got lost somewhere.’
‘That’s sad. You can wear it for some time you know,’ Matilda lavished her affection on him.
He checked the pendant for it looked familiar to him. It was exactly like the one he got from his mother. He couldn’t believe his eyes when he read the initials behind the pendant. It read D. V.
The Moonchild (4)
They met again next weekend, this time with an embarrassing smile. He asked her to join him for a walk through the garden.
‘Apparently, there was a mix-up with the books,’ he started to end the silence.
‘Well, we were not supposed to read each other’s journals.’ she answered.
‘Turned out to be good though,’ he couldn’t suppress a smile there. “When you fall in love, the natural thing to do is give yourself to it.”
‘Murakami. So I guess you have finished reading “Norwegian Wood.”’
‘Yes. it was a complete page-turner. It didn’t take me long to complete it.’
After a few minutes' walk, they settled on a bench. He took her hands and looked her in the eyes.
‘Look Sayanora, we know that we are into each other. So what do you say we proceed to see how far this goes?’
‘But there are some things I want you to know,’ she said with unblinking eyes.
‘Doesn’t matter, you know. After all is said and done we are not strangers. I don’t care about your past and I hope you don’t care about mine either,’ assured he.
‘I have a daughter.’
He startled for a moment.
‘Her name is Matilda. She is 10 years old and partially paralysed.’
This came as a shock to him. He gathered himself and asked her about the father.
‘Long story short, he left me after finding that I was pregnant,’ and she sobbed like a child.
‘Shh..shhh..there.. there…,’ he hugged her and let her cry till the tears dried out. It never occurred to him that there’s a misery lurking beneath her beautiful smile.
Making sure that she was okay he promised he would meet her next week in the library.
‘Would you like to drop in for a coffee? I live nearby and you can meet my daughter also.’ and she waited for a positive reply.
‘Sure.’ he couldn’t leave her.
They walked in silence.
‘So, is she named after Roald Dahl’s Matilda?’ he asked to break the silence.
‘Brilliant! Yes, she is. If it were a boy I would have named him Charlie, you know’, she broke into laughter and continued, ‘every night I read to her and Dahl is her favourite also.’
It took only a five-minute walk to her home.
She introduced her daughter to him. She was a pretty little girl with a winsome smile and got on well with him.
Suddenly, he noticed around the girl’s neck a silver chain with a crescent moon pendant.
‘It looks fantastic,’ he said pointing to the chain. ‘I also had one with me but got lost somewhere.’
‘That’s sad. You can wear it for some time you know,’ Matilda lavished her affection on him.
He checked the pendant for it looked familiar to him. It was exactly like the one he got from his mother. He couldn’t believe his eyes when he read the initials behind the pendant. It read D. V.
#review #shortstory #Florence
The Moonchild (5)
‘Sayanora… Sayanora…’ he called out.
‘What’s the matter? She answered from the kitchen.
He went to her and continued, ‘I know you are reluctant to stir up your past but I need to know what exactly happened in your life and I promise I won’t leave you.’
She took a deep breath and sat down to reveal her story.
‘Well, first of all, I’m sorry I lied to you. Her father didn’t leave just because I was pregnant. In fact, he had no idea. Matilda happened out of wedlock. I was a sophomore in Virginia Public school and on new year’s eve, I attended a costume party at my friend’s home. She forced me to drink what she said was wine, but it was not. Everyone came with their dates and was celebrating and dancing. I was hopeless and desperate for love. That’s when this mysterious guy appeared from nowhere. I couldn’t recognize his face because the room was rather dim and poorly lit. He asked me to dance with him and we made out. One thing led to another and we slept together in a drunken frenzy. I woke up the next morning realizing that he had already left me. Everyone was clueless about him and tracking him was impossible because I didn’t even know his name. My friends said it might be my manicorn coming in dreams to take me away to la-la land. It was like a nightmare. I was troubled by recurring dreams of him and had a hard time adjusting to the new reality. I was an avid reader so I tried to find solace in my books. Later, I found out that I was pregnant. My father’s strict Victorian upbringing forced him to disown me and my mother neither wanted me to leave nor did she stop him. My relatives showed no interest to take me in. It was difficult to find accommodation and Mary, a friend of mine shared her apartment with me and I did every odd job to make ends meet. I managed to save up some money and after Matilda was born I shifted here. I started a new job as an accountant in a department store nearby and I am free on most weekends. And a weekend visit to the library is a relief from the hitherto monotonous routine of my daily life. So, here I am sitting on this couch and sharing my miserable story. What do you feel now?’
The Moonchild (5)
‘Sayanora… Sayanora…’ he called out.
‘What’s the matter? She answered from the kitchen.
He went to her and continued, ‘I know you are reluctant to stir up your past but I need to know what exactly happened in your life and I promise I won’t leave you.’
She took a deep breath and sat down to reveal her story.
‘Well, first of all, I’m sorry I lied to you. Her father didn’t leave just because I was pregnant. In fact, he had no idea. Matilda happened out of wedlock. I was a sophomore in Virginia Public school and on new year’s eve, I attended a costume party at my friend’s home. She forced me to drink what she said was wine, but it was not. Everyone came with their dates and was celebrating and dancing. I was hopeless and desperate for love. That’s when this mysterious guy appeared from nowhere. I couldn’t recognize his face because the room was rather dim and poorly lit. He asked me to dance with him and we made out. One thing led to another and we slept together in a drunken frenzy. I woke up the next morning realizing that he had already left me. Everyone was clueless about him and tracking him was impossible because I didn’t even know his name. My friends said it might be my manicorn coming in dreams to take me away to la-la land. It was like a nightmare. I was troubled by recurring dreams of him and had a hard time adjusting to the new reality. I was an avid reader so I tried to find solace in my books. Later, I found out that I was pregnant. My father’s strict Victorian upbringing forced him to disown me and my mother neither wanted me to leave nor did she stop him. My relatives showed no interest to take me in. It was difficult to find accommodation and Mary, a friend of mine shared her apartment with me and I did every odd job to make ends meet. I managed to save up some money and after Matilda was born I shifted here. I started a new job as an accountant in a department store nearby and I am free on most weekends. And a weekend visit to the library is a relief from the hitherto monotonous routine of my daily life. So, here I am sitting on this couch and sharing my miserable story. What do you feel now?’
#review #shortstory #Florence
The Moonchild (6)
He sat motionless throughout the story and struggled for words.
‘Oh my gosh! I don’t know what to say. Do you recollect his appearance or anything at all?’
‘I wish I could. But, Unfortunately, no. The only thing I could remember of him was his tattoo on his chest which read “niño de la luna” and this silver chain in your hand which he left there.’
‘Sayanora, you need to know what I’m about to say. So, brace yourself. Believe it or not, this chain belongs to me.’
‘Wait, what?’ She replied wide-eyed and astounded.
‘Just be nonchalant and listen to me uninterrupted,’ and he took off his shirt to expose the tattoo which read “niño de la luna.”
She gasped and tears streamed down her cheeks.
‘Why did you leave me? You owe me an apology and an explanation as well,’ she couldn’t help bursting out.
‘I didn’t leave you. I wanted to come back the next day but things took an unexpected turn. Please listen to me. I was born in Mexico and have been living in the US since I was five years old. I am a typical Dickens boy who was left an orphan after my parents’ death. My uncle sheltered me but cost me a life. He was a drug dealer and used me to exchange drugs between parties. I tried many times to run away but each time he found me. One day he told me to give two packets to two students and I was meant to meet them at a costume party and was supposed to look for red and blue-haired chaps. Only recently did I discover that Jamaican Red Hair and Kentucky Blue were secret codes for marijuana.
So, that’s how I came to the party. I refused to go but my uncle was persistent and even threatened to kill me. As I glanced around the room for red and blue-haired guys my eyes got stuck on you. You looked like a damsel in distress and I felt an urge to take you in my arms and comfort you. What I felt was true and I went for my instinct. I woke up in the middle of the night feeling someone dragging my feet. It was my uncle’s stepson who was also in the drug business. He told me that uncle was taken by the mafia as he failed to accomplish his task and if he blurted out anything they would come after me. He was kind enough to let me go and I raced through the nearest rail tracks hoping to reach the end of the world.
The Moonchild (6)
He sat motionless throughout the story and struggled for words.
‘Oh my gosh! I don’t know what to say. Do you recollect his appearance or anything at all?’
‘I wish I could. But, Unfortunately, no. The only thing I could remember of him was his tattoo on his chest which read “niño de la luna” and this silver chain in your hand which he left there.’
‘Sayanora, you need to know what I’m about to say. So, brace yourself. Believe it or not, this chain belongs to me.’
‘Wait, what?’ She replied wide-eyed and astounded.
‘Just be nonchalant and listen to me uninterrupted,’ and he took off his shirt to expose the tattoo which read “niño de la luna.”
She gasped and tears streamed down her cheeks.
‘Why did you leave me? You owe me an apology and an explanation as well,’ she couldn’t help bursting out.
‘I didn’t leave you. I wanted to come back the next day but things took an unexpected turn. Please listen to me. I was born in Mexico and have been living in the US since I was five years old. I am a typical Dickens boy who was left an orphan after my parents’ death. My uncle sheltered me but cost me a life. He was a drug dealer and used me to exchange drugs between parties. I tried many times to run away but each time he found me. One day he told me to give two packets to two students and I was meant to meet them at a costume party and was supposed to look for red and blue-haired chaps. Only recently did I discover that Jamaican Red Hair and Kentucky Blue were secret codes for marijuana.
So, that’s how I came to the party. I refused to go but my uncle was persistent and even threatened to kill me. As I glanced around the room for red and blue-haired guys my eyes got stuck on you. You looked like a damsel in distress and I felt an urge to take you in my arms and comfort you. What I felt was true and I went for my instinct. I woke up in the middle of the night feeling someone dragging my feet. It was my uncle’s stepson who was also in the drug business. He told me that uncle was taken by the mafia as he failed to accomplish his task and if he blurted out anything they would come after me. He was kind enough to let me go and I raced through the nearest rail tracks hoping to reach the end of the world.
#review #shortstory #Florence
The Moonchild (7)
And the next thing I remembered was the radiant smile of a lady. I still have no idea how she got me but I’m grateful that she put a roof over my head and filled my belly. Once the dust had settled I came to Virginia looking for that mysterious girl in Dorothy Gale costume but in vain. I have been hoping to find her and now here I am. Unbelievable, isn’t it?
She couldn’t believe her ears. ‘But the initials of the pendant says D. V,’ said she.
‘You never asked my name.’
That’s when she realized even though they fell in love and poured out everything about each other she still didn’t know his name. She passed an embarrassing smile.
‘Dimitri Valentino. The chain was gifted to me by my birth mom. I am a moonchild. My zodiac sign is cancer. And the lady who I was bidding bye to was my foster mom, Isabelle. She knows you as ‘the girl in the library.’ She came that day to meet you.’
‘Oh God! Feels like a fairytale to me.’
He looked at her eyes, covered her cheeks with his hands and pressed his lips on her forehead. ‘Finally, We have found each other and I love you.’
She, still closing eyes, gently whispered, "Don't leave me, even for an hour..”
And he recited along,
“... because then
the little drops of anguish will all run together,
the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift
into me, choking my lost heart."
A few months later, in a pleasant morning in late spring,
Minister: Dimitry Valentino and Sayanora Olive, now that you have exchanged your vows, I pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride!!
The Moonchild (7)
And the next thing I remembered was the radiant smile of a lady. I still have no idea how she got me but I’m grateful that she put a roof over my head and filled my belly. Once the dust had settled I came to Virginia looking for that mysterious girl in Dorothy Gale costume but in vain. I have been hoping to find her and now here I am. Unbelievable, isn’t it?
She couldn’t believe her ears. ‘But the initials of the pendant says D. V,’ said she.
‘You never asked my name.’
That’s when she realized even though they fell in love and poured out everything about each other she still didn’t know his name. She passed an embarrassing smile.
‘Dimitri Valentino. The chain was gifted to me by my birth mom. I am a moonchild. My zodiac sign is cancer. And the lady who I was bidding bye to was my foster mom, Isabelle. She knows you as ‘the girl in the library.’ She came that day to meet you.’
‘Oh God! Feels like a fairytale to me.’
He looked at her eyes, covered her cheeks with his hands and pressed his lips on her forehead. ‘Finally, We have found each other and I love you.’
She, still closing eyes, gently whispered, "Don't leave me, even for an hour..”
And he recited along,
“... because then
the little drops of anguish will all run together,
the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift
into me, choking my lost heart."
A few months later, in a pleasant morning in late spring,
Minister: Dimitry Valentino and Sayanora Olive, now that you have exchanged your vows, I pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride!!
"A LITTLE HELP, PLEASE"
Part-2
DAY- 72
I am free, atlast i made it, mom! mom! where are you? what happened dear why you look so.... before she could complete, i hugged her and drifted away in the ocean of tears
Day-2
Where am i? why? Why this happened to me? He lied to me. He lied. I cried in the agony of the betrayal as i pulled my hair in pain. The warm tears had woven a swamp around my face.
Day- 4
There is no sound, people or any shadow, nor i could see myself in the mirror. Am i even alive?
Day-15
I am tired, I mostly spend my time in the bed while staring at the mirror, maybe i would find a way back home, apparently i do'nt feel any hunger, it feels like i have been eating well, but i taste nothing.
5 days before the tragedy
Alright, now open your eyes a little more wide - said Dr Whell a psychiatrist
Hmmmm, a little sleep deprived are we - said Dr whell while turning away from me as he scribbled something in his diary
Is she alright Dr ? - asked my mom, anxiously
Well i wont say she is'nt, but still, it wont bite to be extra careful - said Dr Whell as he passed a prescription of medicines to my mom
I have written some sleeping pills and vitamins, not any serious drug, we will wait for a few days and if she keeps having the same nightmares we can try some therapy. - said Dr whell
We left in the car for the home, i just turned 15 a week ago and by the same day I have been having this terrible nightmare over and over that someone is pulling me by my leg and dragging me towards the hell. As if i am barely hanging on the edge of two worlds and i could feel the heat coming from the hell as it burns my skin, the smell of the burning skin and my screams seemed so real. and everytime i woke abruptly, terrified, i always found myself near the mirror in my room, each day closer and closer. What does it mean?
#review #shortstory #horror
#Einstestine
Part-2
DAY- 72
I am free, atlast i made it, mom! mom! where are you? what happened dear why you look so.... before she could complete, i hugged her and drifted away in the ocean of tears
Day-2
Where am i? why? Why this happened to me? He lied to me. He lied. I cried in the agony of the betrayal as i pulled my hair in pain. The warm tears had woven a swamp around my face.
Day- 4
There is no sound, people or any shadow, nor i could see myself in the mirror. Am i even alive?
Day-15
I am tired, I mostly spend my time in the bed while staring at the mirror, maybe i would find a way back home, apparently i do'nt feel any hunger, it feels like i have been eating well, but i taste nothing.
5 days before the tragedy
Alright, now open your eyes a little more wide - said Dr Whell a psychiatrist
Hmmmm, a little sleep deprived are we - said Dr whell while turning away from me as he scribbled something in his diary
Is she alright Dr ? - asked my mom, anxiously
Well i wont say she is'nt, but still, it wont bite to be extra careful - said Dr Whell as he passed a prescription of medicines to my mom
I have written some sleeping pills and vitamins, not any serious drug, we will wait for a few days and if she keeps having the same nightmares we can try some therapy. - said Dr whell
We left in the car for the home, i just turned 15 a week ago and by the same day I have been having this terrible nightmare over and over that someone is pulling me by my leg and dragging me towards the hell. As if i am barely hanging on the edge of two worlds and i could feel the heat coming from the hell as it burns my skin, the smell of the burning skin and my screams seemed so real. and everytime i woke abruptly, terrified, i always found myself near the mirror in my room, each day closer and closer. What does it mean?
#review #shortstory #horror
#Einstestine
#navin #review
Your good looks aren't enough to make a person fall for you . bring our your talents and abilities , because people who fall for looks are always temporary lovers. for permanent love , your good looks work as icing on the cake, but the real flavour of the cake is decided by what type of person you actually are . don't be proud of your looks , you have got them in your genes. be proud of your talents thats what you actually own. ❤️
Your good looks aren't enough to make a person fall for you . bring our your talents and abilities , because people who fall for looks are always temporary lovers. for permanent love , your good looks work as icing on the cake, but the real flavour of the cake is decided by what type of person you actually are . don't be proud of your looks , you have got them in your genes. be proud of your talents thats what you actually own. ❤️
#Nandinithakar #review #poem
You can follow the salty drops,
From her eyes to her chin.
And you'll lose your way,
Finding her pain.
She hides her scars ,
Behind her graceful moves.
She is an expert in disguising her pain,
Behind her beautiful smile.
She'll sing out her sorrows,
She'll dance out her despairs,
But what she won't do,
Is she would Never Give Up !
You can follow the salty drops,
From her eyes to her chin.
And you'll lose your way,
Finding her pain.
She hides her scars ,
Behind her graceful moves.
She is an expert in disguising her pain,
Behind her beautiful smile.
She'll sing out her sorrows,
She'll dance out her despairs,
But what she won't do,
Is she would Never Give Up !
#navin #poetry #review
The walls
“The orator, The one you see there.
and the eloquence of his language
He did not know a word of these.
He learned it as he talked to the walls”
“The walls,dad? Had been troublesome!
Who told him what’s right, or was wrong?
Or a doubt that would take him life long?”
“Son,” Said the man,
“The walls offered answers to him,
As he had questions for the walls”
The walls
“The orator, The one you see there.
and the eloquence of his language
He did not know a word of these.
He learned it as he talked to the walls”
“The walls,dad? Had been troublesome!
Who told him what’s right, or was wrong?
Or a doubt that would take him life long?”
“Son,” Said the man,
“The walls offered answers to him,
As he had questions for the walls”
#review
#Aarushi
#microtale
" Mom, since God has created all of us, he must know the languages and the meaning of all of them, right"?
"Of course, dear".
"Then why does he not understand the tears of stray animals and homeless people"?
#Aarushi
#microtale
" Mom, since God has created all of us, he must know the languages and the meaning of all of them, right"?
"Of course, dear".
"Then why does he not understand the tears of stray animals and homeless people"?