Sunday, 23 April 2023

Read One Of My Old Short Stories

Horror and Comedy

Embarking on a hilariously disastrous proposal

There she was, standing gracefully under the tree, her hair reminiscent of Rekha ji's iconic coarse waves in the movies. Feeling a surge of courage, I decided to express my admiration. Little did I know, my compliment would be met with unexpected hilarity. As she turned around, her response was a fiery, "Can't you see? My hair is burnt, you old-school charmer!

Now, onto a haunted car adventure

Seated in the car, cruising at a daring 105 km/hr. I found myself absentmindedly fidgeting with the gears, unleashing a whirlwind of speed. Suddenly, I snapped back to reality, only to catch a glimpse of a woman in the rearview mirror. To my horror, she was holding my left hand and my right foot, creating a sidesplitting spectacle of chaos.

In this uproarious tale of love gone wrong and a haunted car journey, the unexpected twists and turns promise laughter and surprises at every corner.

Thursday, 20 April 2023

Read One Of My Old Short Stories

Floods- Not Always A Disaster

Meet Mr. Past, Ms. Present, and Mr. Future, the unconventional trio 'floating' and 'sailing' through the floodwaters that have engulfed their town in Assam. As the murky currents weave tales of resilience, relationships, and unexpected connections, their journey becomes a poignant story of survival and camaraderie.

In the midst of uncertainty, Mr. Future, the caretaker of his only family, his sister, resourcefully acquires a tube. His altruism extends further as he willingly surrenders his spot to a stranger, forging an unexpected friendship amidst the turbulent waters. Enter Mr. Past, a raconteur with a flair for dramatic storytelling.

As water ripples around him, he can't resist flaunting his past, sharing tales of conflict with his father who once owned a boating business. In the chaos of the flood, he boldly declares, "Floods, my friends, are never a disaster." He muses on spending quality time in the water, finding solace in the company of his 'new friend'.

Ms. Present, with a wicket smile, responds with a nod to his impulsive declaration. She seems to be the embodiment of living in the moment, savoring the present despite the challenging circumstances. Her clean expression reveals an acceptance of the chaos, finding a silver lining in the company of Mr. Past.

While the two engage in spirited conversation and 'sail together' through the floating dialogue, Mr. Future's eyes, weary from the journey, seek a moment of respite. With a graceful 'float and pull,' he maneuvers the tube towards a resting spot, inviting a pause in their watery odyssey.

As the trio, navigates the floodwaters, their stories intertwine, creating a tapestry of shared experiences, unexpected connections, and the resilience of the human spirit in the face of nature's unpredictable forces.

Wednesday, 19 April 2023

Read One Of The Old Poetries From My Debut Book

What is Beauty?

Does it not lie in the depth of thinking?

One who carefully observes the dust,

Thus sees the shine in it.

They recycle things from the waste.

When the baby is born,

They pick the human placenta,

And try to utilize the stem cells.

The lotus sprouts out

Like a magnificent being in front,

Their eyes still follow

How they’re latched on the roots of mud.

Why for it to submerge in the dirty river water is important,

To miraculously re-bloom the next day.

What is that puts them through these thoughts?

Does it not arise from their beautiful perception?

Saturday, 15 April 2023

Read One Of The Old Poetries From My Debut Book

Aansu

Un aansuwo ko behne do,

Bus behne do,

Rok ke kya karoge?

Nam rahoge,

Rahoge nam

Ye to pal do pal ka khel hain…

Phir un namkeen asuwo ko rok ke kya karoge?

Tuesday, 11 April 2023

Read One Of The Old Poetries From My Debut Book

My Old Tree

Older than my grandmother

She was there much before me.

She ruled the roost,

She fed us all.

All, my family and the colony.

Who planted her?

My grandfather, much before he left us with her.

I grew up playing with her arms.

Her branches, I tied the swing.

Today, when I came home after long standing years,

She appeared the most cheerful there.

As I stepped onto the corridor.

As if the dangling leaves were waving, hi!

And the lurching branches meant a warm welcome.

I was engrossed, next when I saw my mother standing in front of me.

Houses were extended.

Her neighbor tree, like she grew with, was no more.

But birds had her, to where they could easily switch their nest.

They had somewhere to go.

Her branches slightly bend,

She was bearing heavy mangoes.

I noticed what she wanted to make me do.

How could she forget?

How I loved those fruits!

Nostalgic, I became,

Sat on her arms, like the old days, plucked and ate.

Lived my childhood,

Together, we enjoyed.

I wonder,

Can there be any selfless creature?

Who only knows, to give.

I can remember, no one,

Like a mother and a tree.

Friday, 7 April 2023

One Poetry From My Debut Book

After His Second Confession

Their love is insanely thoughtful.

They have no boundaries, no rules.

Those concerns and respect need not any.

They were in love the moment they looked at each other.

It grew and got nurtured with time and distance.

Later, that same distance became destiny,

Which favored someone else in their lives.

However, there can’t be any situation to let that love go.

It continued like rivers flowing into the ocean, and the ocean can never dry.

It is as pure as pearls inside the oysters

That are found into the depth of the ocean.

It is their unconditional love,

I describe.

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