She came and he became hers

Ever felt the horror of having everything in front of you and nothing to recieve. The horror of having tonnes of friends but none to talk to. The horror of lovely ladies wanting to talk but none to understand you. The horror of great parents but nothing to share about you. The horror of beautiful lands around you but nowhere to go to. The horror of living the live at its peak yet feeling like nothing to cling to. The horror of being responsible and a good person yet being scolded about being better everyday. The horror of being skilled at your work but feeling nothing to do. The horror of finding that you have good brains but unusable when it comes to reality.

Worthy of being such an intelligent person is what everyone says but yet you are always the same. A worthless scum. Unusable bastard. Stupid and idiotic personna. You don't deserve to live is what you decided but in the end you can't do it. You are still breathing and becoming a parasite for everyone around you. You are unworthy of being the child of your parents, unworthy of you life and unworthy to be called a human being. A trash like you is just an excuse for the society to keep.

With that mentality Arun started the college and with this he thought his life will move forward. He selected CSE department as his four years plan since he knew he is unworthy of anything else. He is a person with very less knowledge yet brags about himself on top of his lungs. A lunatic he is to think he can make any difference in this life. He sat in a corner of the classroom thinking about his worsening confidence when suddenly he heard it.

"Hey, I guess for now we can share the seat since everywhere else is full, tee-hee!"

"Wow, that was cute." is what he thought and tilted his head when he saw something he had never hoped to ever see.

A young girl with round face, red lips, big gleaming eyes, white skin, silky long hair was staring at him with a big careless grin on her face. She had her hair open with bangs falling on her face which he moved using her finger. She came wearing read designer salwar with denim blue jeans and wore heels. She was so beautiful that Arun got totally lost in her eyes when suddenly she came close and said a bit loudly," So, can I sit here sir? "

This startled Arun but he got his composure back and started thinking again.

" Why does she want to sit here? "

" She is literally an angel, why would she want to share my seat. "

" I must say that she should find a better person to sit with. "

" I think I don't deserve her company she must be here temporary then I won't say anything from this side. "

Finally he replied," Yeah sure you can it's free country. "

With a smile and a thank you she sat there. She brought her phone out and started typing something on it. Suddenly her face got all serious and beads of perspiration started pouring out. Arun was watching everything from the corner of hir eyes and when he saw all the seriousness he became more curious. Suddenly she sighed and looked over to him once. She reverted back to her phone a second later. The once again she did the same thing. Now Arun was not able to control as he knew what the girl was craving right. She was literally saying " Please ask me what happened. ". So now he had no option but to ask her this.

" Okay you don't have to act like this just say what is the problem you are facing? "

Slowly with a little bit of hesitation and a small tear in both her eyes she said to Arun.

" Please help me! My phone is again hanging and I am not able to use anything. I really need to register for the college ID card. It looks cool and I want it as fast as I can. Please, please, please!! "

" Okay Okay relax just let me have a look. Is it fine if I check you chrome for a second? "

" Do you think I am any lewd girl that I will watch porn? "

Oh man her pout is so damn cute is what half of the class boys were checking out in that split second. I don't understand how but it's boys consciousness that tells them suddenly when a girl is going to do something cute.

" Okay fine no you are really a cute girl that is very pure. "

Oh yes it was unintentionally said but then again a girls mind is in the end naive in matters of compliments so this made her silent.

After few this or that and then restarting the phone it sprang again to life. 

Illusionary Love

That night is the only solicit place for my dreadful daily life. As her shade was the only place for me feeling plain happiness and pleasure.

I sullied and went to the college only to find new hardships and new found pain of life neither knowing the truth of outer society nor experiencing something greater good for oneself. I only harmed me and bullied myself as they did but I never prevented so I would say that it was me who hurt myself. But that was when I lived a life of soul less wanderer in the abyss of stairs to maturity crossing mountains of adolescence. Now I am grown up and I will see the era of new challenges and new behavioral aspects of so called advanced species that goes with the name of human. With the goal of changing my whole life I brought me towards the practice of making new and powerful friends which I lacked all my past life. Fortunately my past pressure helped me bring good people into my life, or were they? I finally stood at the pinnacle of my into the adult life yet my body and brains being happy, my heart ache never erased. Even though I suffered only loss of true happiness but that is something which everyone experience or so they say they do, and yet, the measure of suffering always is different in each aspect.

All things were good and my true smile started pinching my face yet I still missed the sixth sense called love. Sounds cringe yet we all know that this is something that none can deny not missing in their life. After three months of effort finally I saw someone capable of helping my past ache get healed faster. I finally found someone capable of walking with me rather walking behind or walking at the back. We met, we laughed and then we fell for each other. I would say that falling in love is easy but knowing how to love and walking with the love at the same level is close to something we call impossible. The world show miracles of love and we hear lots of stories since our birth of successful love stories but as the humanity is growing in terms of advancement we are neglecting others' feelings and focusing on I forgetting rather important word we. Two months passed and the ray of light which was weak grew into a strong half moon yet incomplete. We finally met our first love quarrel which obviously ended up me being compromising my friendship. And it's obviously understood which type of friend I am talking about even though not mentioned.

Surprisingly this wheel of love always walks on different path each time. It's like a timeline that changes itself bringing the birth of new world after every few days it rotates. Thus, the war we went through in the end brought us even closer and we finally revealed our whole to eacb other. That's something every couple do so please don't judge me. And yes, I never blackmailed anyone so please again don't think of another aspect. Well, continuing. Coming back to college gave me a pleasant surprise of touch as me being a typical Indian always lacked the essence of touch since long. I only knew the pure touch of clothes. So the touch of our hands was a bliss for me and of course the touch of her lips to my cheeks was a heaven. Now, thinking on it, I am not able to describe something more after saying heaven. Will see afterwards. Few months passed, though we were more of a fighting couple but the time when she sat beside me always ended up in our body attaching as a magnet. Our love and lust never created a difference in what our feeling was. The college that provided me with such a bliss of such a lovely girl with such beautiful aura that always made me mad to love her even more, was the same that ended up in between when the pandemic hit the streets.

I truely hate the pandemic as the pandemic changed the mind of every person. After the end of the pandemic, no one was the same as they were before. The mindset, the behaviour and the deamor changed making us more compact and selfish in many aspects. Our exchange of words started lessening and our love changed into hate. We are falling for each other like the bees fall on flowers but this is something that was only before pandemic. She started talking less and whenever we talked ended in fights. No fault can be said of only one person as both were facing a different situation. Yet we stood for each other always hoping for the other side to change their deamor and become more understanding. We, started forgetting the real meaning of love and filled our bucket with selfish thoughts and careless abuses towards each other. We forgot that the one we are hurting is the one that we love the most. Their heart that we are continuously damaging is the heart that saved ours. Our flights only increased creating havoc between us. I know if some people will read this they will say that I am a fool to curse myself as I gave my all. But the truth is that we gave what we thought was perfect for the other self but we forgot to give what the other self asked of us.

Isn't it amazing that for which love you persue is the same love that always, everytime and in every life leaves a curse of getting hurt. Their is always expectations in the society but we never think of acceptance. We always want to get love and we want someone to care for us but never ever we think what we are lacking in giving the other self. Love is such a forbidden curse through which everyone goes and is unavoidable but yet we always want to fall into it's trap just to fill the black illusionary space in our hearts. And such is what happens in the end when the devious devil that we call luck changes into it's dark phase and brings forth cries and suffering. It's like it says that "Son, it's enough for you to feel and live a happy life but now it's time for you to enjoy the same suffering that you went through. It's time to get back up as you have rested for long and prepare yourself for another round of heart aches. "

Everything started going into downfall when she came back a bit closer. Living six hundred kilometres apart for a whole of one and a half years had changed many things between us. I was into her a bit more and her attention towards me and care for me changed into self care and arrogance. I started falling into my knees, created havoc, went through hell. I created another traumatic event for my rest of life just so I can take her blame on me. But she changed and the shade which provided me with safety from sun became the after rain tree that makes you wet even after the end of rain. I met with the rose but now the thorns were becoming a punishment for me. We started fighting more than before. Obviously I cannot be totally correct as I cheated a bit after tasting the venom of alcohol. But surprisingly she didn't forgive yet replied with cheating as well. Still I was at mistake so I forgave her but the thought of selfless love perished from my feelings. In between we finally made out at our fullest whence I thought that our love will escalate from that point but little did I know that it was a mistake of mine to think even a bit of positive. 

Finally after experiencing only pain and suffering, creating pain for others and becoming an eyesore for everyone present around. I destroyed my everything to save her. But she will never accept because as I explained earlier, selfless love is like impotent manliness. It can never exist. It still pains me as I think when can I feel being loved once again yet the next moment I think that this is something I can never experience. It is just not made for me. 

Love is an illusion created by human's mischievous mind to negate the feeling of loneliness and depression so that the fake world of hope can be nourished.

I think it's enough and now I need to stop myself from experiencing hope. We can never truely get waht we desire. We can only accept and reality and name ourselves realist and dreams are superficial and choice is not something that can be made by us. As the religion say that the humanity is already sent to earth with a predefined purpose. In other words they want to say that your dreams and your hopes and just an illusion and in truth it has no meaning of existance. You are here as a peasant and you can never be what you desire. You can never get what you want. As the god has already decided so better to continue with the fake smile and continue making fun of everyone who thinks we are happy. Because as long as we remain showing fake feelings, they will continue accepting but once you stopped and showed your truth, you will be thrown into black hole of hate and will be sent to the eternity of feeling of loneliness. 

The Lawyer

Till that day I was a simple lawyer with works involving martial issues, dispute between lands and home violence issues. But that day changed my whole life. That day gave me a purpose to live and it provided me a path of opportunities. If I have to compare pros and cons, I would say that the event was a profitable one but still it left a scar in my heart which wasn’t mendable. Considering everything what I felt and whatever I saw. That day is a memory with hell lotta flaw. I am successful right now but if you would ask me whether I prefer the present life over the past one, I would say that being a simple lawyer was far better than being an underground lawyer. 

 “Have your talked to that crying woman over there? You have a chance to get success with her!!”, said Girish with a stupid laughter. “Naah! I would rather choose your relation to break over her.” This sentence gave a bitter slap on his face and he went back to his own work. I never liked anyone giving me free advice. I was advised to become an engineer which I declined. The day ended and I started walking back to my home with a smile on my face as I had broken up one more marriage. “Rikshaw!” I started going back to my sweet home where my Raul, my German Shephard, was waiting for me. The moment Rikshaw left me and I turned to my home, I saw bloodstains on the doorknob. I ran towards it thinking it to be some kind of prank but on touching, I was horrified enough to lose my balance. Never have I taken part in the investigation of any murder but here it was. My legs started shivering and I was trembling from fear. Upon slowly opening the room, I saw that the lights were off and windows closed. I had no parents neither relatives who would have helped me so I was alone. The moment I switched on the lights, I saw the most horrifying scene of my entire life.

 A man was hung in the middle of the air using lots of red coloured electric tape. He was wearing clothes of 18th century and it seemed that the death happened after he was tied. The tape was of the best quality as it wasn’t breaking even after the man was tied to it. I noticed that the places where the tapes were tied consists of different shapes. Every shape was unique. I knew that if I involved police then surely, I was going to be jailed thus, I had to solve the riddle myself. Closing the door behind me, I put on my gloves and started looking for all the clues. The tuxedo that the dead body was wearing, was tailor made as it had mark of the shop from where it was sewed. I took a close look on it and easily recognised that it was from Swiss & Class Named shop where only the poor went. The man’s face was burnt thus it was impossible to recognise who he was. I saw that on every wall there was shape made. On looking it carefully, it clicked me that the shape was braille script. I went to google and wrote down every alphabet of the braille script. On cracking it, a word popped out:

NKEN

 There isn’t single word that spelled NKEN and jumbling the word didn’t help me as well. I started looking for more clues that would give me some way to crack it. Suddenly I looked on the ceiling and floor as well. Now this word was making sense:

SUNKEN

 Sunken = Underground. It means there was something underground that shop. But in my knowledge, there wasn’t any underground room in that shop. And a shop where they had nothing to hide, how can it relate to crime. I thought that it was impossible to think because I was still trembling so I went to sleep in another room trying to ignore that a body was hanging in my drawing room. The next morning when the newspaper came directly on my head through the window, I woke up. But then again, I wished that I must have not opened my eyes. The headlines said that a person who has same name as my name is killed and that person was nowhere to be found. I understood where this was leading me. I started my bike and gave a full throttle to it till I reached the shop. The moment I entered the shop, I died.

 According to the reports, I was found dead in my own house and my body was trampled with tapes. Nobody knew about the murderer since I had no relatives nor friends. But here I was alive and with great health receiving lakhs as my payment just do one kind work. Disposing the bodies of people who were murdered moments ago.

THE GHOST IN THE ATTIC

The moment I entered the pitch black room, rustling noise was as clear as cry of baby in an empty room. I was hearing the beats of my life slowly fading away.

Since it was my grandma's house, parents left me here telling me to stay for some days so they can focus on work. Truth was that since my mom remarried they just wanted to get rid of me. The home that seemed like a thousand years old tree branch was home of me forever alive totally weird grandma. Something about her was always bothering. Her nature is good that I accept yet a tinge of creep always paved the path for new horror just by exchanging a glance with her.

I was told to live upstairs in an old attic. The first night was well versed with what my thoughts told me, totally creepy. Worst happened when the moment I woke up from a nightmare, the sound of trees dancing with the figure of my grandma was in front of me. I was too freaked out to say anything and suddenly my shock choked my mind until I went into blackout.

The next morning I called my parents but nobody answered all the century of calls I had done. Nothing was left for me but to sleep again in that ghostly attic, the most haunted room I have ever been. 

So here I am in this midnight thinking all the possible ways for suicide. Because the lamppost has no electricity in it. Trees are rumbling with least air flowing outside. The doll in the corner is constantly glaring at me and every moment i take my eyes off it seems to advance a centimetre. The closet which had been closed for three days has suddenly opened. The bedsheet is moist as though it is sucking water from somewhere.

 Suddenly as I blinked, a cloth covering something was on my bed. It was do or a die situation. My whole body was freezing cold, hands shaking, heartbeat at its highest beats per second and hairs on my body became a thorn. I slowly held the cloth in front of me. Suddenly trees stoped, closet closed, electricity died, and their was pin drop silent in the room. I counted to three and the moment I pulled the cloth, I died. 

Three days later i found myself at the hospital. The doctor informed me that I was unconscious since three days. I reached back to my gandma house thinking the moment she will tell me to sleep in the attic, I will commit suicide but to my surprise, THE HOUSE NEVER HAD AN ATTIC. 

The BARREN LAND

On the mountains where not a weed has reached, where rain has not yet landed. Over those barren land, i want to land. But to reach there, i will have to face loads of obstacles. That land of nothing, no sound, no people and more importantly, no feelings. It hurts climbing to the top. Abuse shaped gravel are falling on me. People shaped pocky stones are scratching my legs making the blood of happiness come out and the ashes of sadness to fill in its place. Yet i know i have to climb, yet i have to reach the place to find the real me. I have to reach that place , where their is no rain. 

VOID

Nothing but pure black! Was it a dream or was it something above it. 

January 28, 2036: He went to search for the greatness that he can never find on this earth. He was always fascinated by the darkness of this universe, which he thought, is hiding something far deeper and darker than the darkness. Everyone of his mates tried to find some light in this dark universe but for him, the darkness was his light. His whole life went into researching the ways to extract the secrets of black hole but he felt that he could never get the reality from outside the box. Only this time, he has to go in. With his knowledge he guided to build a special aircraft that was capable of getting in that mass without being destroyed.

March 16,2040: He was in that spaceship with nothing but his confidence. The engine growled, skies filled with smoke, he lifted off. Yes he was confident but still he was scared enough. Two months passed and he was close enough to a giant mass of undiscovered secrets. Excitment was all over his mind and the only thing he was seeking was the secrets beyond the darkness.

June 1, 2040: Everything was ready and he was prepared. The magnetic force was being felt even inside the cabin. The moment came and he went inside with full force. While entering he could feel the gravitational force pulling him with all the might. His speed was not enough to repel the force thus he switched it off and went inside with the flow of it. He didn't understand when he was totally blackedout.

June ??, ????: He woke up inside the cabin whose exterior was too much damaged. But he was happy that at least it didn't broke. What he could see outside was just endless void with nothing but silence. Neither he was able to see anything nor he was able to hear himself. No electrical device was working. A mixture of happiness, excitment and fear was gushing through his mind. Suddenly he felt that he was being pulled towards something. He knew what wormhole, blackhole, time travel was. But he never knew how they worked. He thought that he was going towards another dimension. But when he went inside the light, he could never beilieved what he saw!! 

MYTH

"Are you okay?" asked jenny. Although she herself was too scared to walk through the path she never wanted to but the hope that her mother would be waiting the gifts she promised two years back. While everyone said that she is dead but for jenny, dream was her only hope.

Everyone in the village feared the path. Noone ever got to know what was the thing present there but still for just an idiotic dream she can present her life on line. Neither the villagers mattered nor her younger sister's words. She being fearless and lively, her sister was saddist. She always searched for hope but on the other hand her sister always brought the worst possible happenings. 

According to those villagers, on the path there was the thing waiting always for someone to meet and murder. But nothing mattered now because she already was inside the forest. She managed to cool down her sister but only her heart knew what was she going on with. Her nerves tightened whenever she heard a slight sound, her voice slimmed, her heartbeat increased and her body stopped because whatever she saw in front of her was not of the world she was living in. 4 hands? Impossible. 1 eyes, how is that possible. Her sister fainted the moment she saw that thing. The wiered noise asking to come closer. She was feeling strange about it but her eyes never wanted to believe her mind. Her legs neglected to move, beads of perspiration was all over her head, she was all white and her whole body was trembling. But again something clicked in her mind that beyond the path was the city where her mother would be waiting for her. She thought to call her but the network decieved her. 

She gave herself a tight slap and stopped thinking all the impossibilities. Slowely, one step and then another she gained control over herself and started moving towards that thing because all she could see was that it was calling her but not moving towards her. When she reached, to her amazement that was just a tree and that tape recorder was what making that noise. She also saw that beside the tree were kept a box. Now everything was clear. She broke the box and carried her sister to the end of the path. Now she knew that the thing was nothing but a tree. And the fear was nothing but the thoughts that the villagers put in her mind.