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Prince Kezin let out a deep sigh as he sat on his bed with closed eyes, legs outstretched. There was a terrible pain ransacking his leg, due to a wound caused by an arrow. The pain was unbearable, but it was nothing in comparison to the turmoil ranging in his mind.  He had imagined this battle to be a wonderful opportunity to fulfil one of his long-cherished childhood dream. But a cruel twist of fate had now dashed all his hopes to the grounds.  As with any other day, the Prince had called in the medical staff to get treated for the day's injuries. The royal doctor, on close examination of a particular wound on the leg, had declared that the Prince had been hit by the vicious 'Nanjjiu' arrow.  This meant that a seemingly simple arrow, which had struck the Price, had been tipped with a kind of deadly poison. The poison had already entered the blood of the Prince and would take hardly a day to spread throughout his body and kill him. The only known antidote of this poiso...

PC: Internet  Alpha and Luna sat in silence over the hilltop, in deep contemplation. There was something – a huge thing – happening among the humans living around them, the visuals of which had deeply disturbed them. It was all just too gory and bloodstained. That human beings would turn so very bloodthirsty, that go against their own species, was a mind-blogging thought for the parents of the wolf pack. Soon, a group of five cubs surrounded their parents. They too had seen the gruesome sights of the happenings around, and it had piqued their interest. Their parents had forbidden them from investigating the matter on their own, so it was now on the shoulders of the parents to quench the curiosity of their young naïve cubs. Alpha snapped out from his contemplation when he noticed all the inquisitive eyes around him. He looked at Luna, who gave him a short nod. Signaling his kids to come closer to him, he begins his narration. “It’s a case of marking territories. Just like us, human ...

PC: Internet   I’m an introvert in an extrovert world. I’m a feeler in a world of thinkers. I strive to be authentic in a world of fakers.  And  worst of all, I’m a woman in a (supposedly) man’s world. 🌑🌒🌓🌔🌕🌗🌗🌘🌑 “One gets birth of a woman due to past life sins” – declares the Hindu scriptures. This seems to just be a casual rant of a misogynist who later gained fame as a philosopher (as it often happens in patriarchal societies). But the Indian (especially Hindu) society makes sure that these words come true. Society makes sure that women feel cursed for just being born as women – by burdening them with roles, duties, expectations, judgements, traditions, etc.  … ... ...  Religion is said to be a path to self-realization. It’s supposed to make people shun away the distractions of the world and make them turn inward, towards the Inner Truth and Authenticity.  But in reality, religion was hardly any of this - it encouraged mindless superstitions, e...

Characters : Virmati (Difficult Daughters), Rosie (The Guide by R.K. Narayan), Priyanka, Esha, Radhika (One Night at a Call Centre by Chetan Bhagat)  Virmati’s eyes turned all around the café as she sat sipping coffee. She was waiting for her friends - four of them - who were her soul sisters. Though Virmati had tons of friends in her personal and professional circle, the bond she shared with these four women was unique – it was more soulful. It was not just blood-bound or professional. It was more of matching wavelengths - born out of shared ideologies and experiences. All of them (including Virmati) were “modern, educated” Indian women, who were independent and opiniated. This was something which was totally radical in Indian society, and had therefore alienated these women from the rest of the society (including their own families). Besides ideology, bitter experiences due to patriarchy was another thing which these women shared in common. The lives (both personal and professio...

Mohit finished his jog and stood still for a few minutes, gasping for breath.  He then looked around for his friend Saurabh. Spotting him at a distance, he walked over. Mohit was about to collapse onto the warm sand when he was startled by Saurabh’s sharp cry. “Hi! Look out! Don't you dare destroy my treasure!"  “Treasure?”  Mohit looked down and saw some scattered seashells.  Saurabh began to pick the shells up and put them into his bag. Mohit chuckled.  “That's your treasure?”  “Of course it is,” retorted Saurabh as Mohit sat down on the sand beside him.  “They are pieces of Nature's Art. Look at this one.” Saurabh picked a shell from his collection and held it up. It was a beautiful shell with intricate grooves. "Just look at this beauty. Look at its shape and grooves. Do you know what these grooves represent? They stand for resilience!"  Mohit, who until then had a mocking expression, suddenly turned serious. "Shells… symbols of resilience…” ...

Short Story Writing Competition Monday, 30 September 2019 Topic : LOC LOC: Line of C... Bangs and screams on both sides. Things being hurled towards and back. Tension gripped the air. The intensity increased minute by minute. "Oh God! This is another India - Pakistan war". My grandmother's words sent chills down my spine. Another war! A slideshow of gruesome pictures started running in my head : Violence, Bloodshed, Murder, Police, Curfew… Noooo! God, not another war! I prayed silently within, even as I sat a mute spectator of the ongoing clash, which seemed to be gaining momentum with each passing second. It all started with trespassing. Trespassing the defacto " Line of Control". The "other side" had immediately sprung to action. The trespasser was immediately taken hostage (after being beaten black and blue, that is). His pictures and videos were being circulated around. Videos of him being beaten and pictures ...

I slept that night and woke up late in the morning. I looked into the mirror and screamed, cried, yelled "It's not me" . "It's just not me." I collected myself together with great difficult, and dragged my feet to the washroom. As my hands got busy carrying out the routine tasks;  I was able to focus on my mind and the million thoughts running therein. The news I had received the previous evening had made my mind go numb. All my dreams were shattered, my life had come to a standstill. I had no hope left and probably, nobody had any hope from me. It's not me. It's just not me. It can't be me. Wasn't I the topper for 10 continuous years in school? Wasn't I the role model and inspiration for all my younger cousins? Wasn't I the Star of the Family? Then how could I fail? I, who didn't know the meaning of "failure" till yesterday, had failed. Miserably failed. Not just one, but I had failed in "all...