tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22861521959406869362024-03-19T09:10:40.846+05:30StoryTellerI am Vikas Khair. I will be your Story teller for the day.Vikas Khairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10732792647915064715noreply@blogger.comBlogger112125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2286152195940686936.post-6934143269047575642022-11-02T23:45:00.001+05:302022-11-02T23:45:11.889+05:30The Great Loss<p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"> <span style="font-family: Caveat Brush;">Vikrant and Tanisha went on Diwali holidays to his hometown. They were very happy to be able to travel as it had been two years since they could celebrate Diwali together due to the lockdowns and other issues. But now that the virus was on a little bit of a back foot, people relaxed a bit and life resumed normalcy a bit. People forgot to keep 2 yards distance and masks disappeared in some forgotten corner of the house. Although when they visited the markets they could see many people still wearing the masks in public, they appreciated that but didn't wear one themselves as they were vaccinated and all. </span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Caveat Brush";"><span style="font-size: x-large;"> The days before Diwali was spent waiting for the family to assemble and then it was time to buy different things not only for the festival but for the family as well. Despite the worry about the pollution both of sound and air kind. Vikrant and his brothers still bought a few firecrackers for the babies of the family. </span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Caveat Brush";"><span style="font-size: x-large;"> And then it was Diwali all the buildings in the colony were covered in myriad colors of lights and like every year the night was illuminated by millions of little lights and after the pooja, the candles and diyas were alighted and put across the home and other places. And then it was time for the little ones to enjoy their firecrackers. And they enjoyed the little fuljhadis and Chakri and anaar and a few rolls in their pistols as well. But soon others joined the family and everyone wished Diwali to each other. And other people burst their bombs and firecrackers. Someone brought a 5000 crackers rail and it burst with aplomb but then some came rushing towards the people and they ran along with them Vikrant's son Dishant ran as well but rather than laughing he was crying. When checked they found that the cracker had burnt his hand a bit and with that, the family Diwali was over. </span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Caveat Brush";"><span style="font-size: x-large;"> The next day the kid was better and the burn was healing nicely. Tanisha and Dishant had to go to her parent's house for some functions so they left. Vikrant himself stayed behind as he had to attend the function and pooja at the family home.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Caveat Brush";"><span style="font-size: x-large;"> Meanwhile, Tanisha wasn't doing very well although the trip started well soon everyone in the family started getting ill with a fever and cold. One after the other started getting infected and the kids were affected most and all the kids were admitted to the hospital for care. Slowly everyone started recovering.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Caveat Brush";"><span style="font-size: x-large;"> And soon it was time to leave and Vikrant got on the train and would pick up the rest of the family the mid-journey which was the norm with them. And because it was the night train journey they all got in and slept. Although both Tanisha and Dishant were not fully well the Doctor said that they should be okay to travel. So they traveled and slept through the night. And the train got delayed a bit but then they reached their destination.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Caveat Brush";"><span style="font-size: x-large;"> Vikrant got up and woke up Tanisha and went to wake up their son but he didn't respond to the voice so Vikrant tried to shake his son but he tensed suddenly as he realized something strange, despite under the cover his son was very cold. Through numb fingers, he checked the body and confirmed that their son wasn't breathing anymore. And soon the train was rocked by the sobs of two parents grieving the great loss.</span></span></p>Vikas Khairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10732792647915064715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2286152195940686936.post-63368504680641711702022-07-14T22:51:00.000+05:302022-07-14T22:51:01.319+05:30The Body<p> <span style="font-family: Kalam; font-size: large;">"Did you see it yet?" Suraj asked Prakash excitedly </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Kalam; font-size: large;">"No, not yet, have you?" Prakash replied</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Kalam; font-size: large;">"No, I am just going there, I heard that Sonu, Jigg, and Peter, saw it already," Suraj said</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Kalam; font-size: large;">"So what are we waiting for let's go and take a look ourselves." Said, Prakash</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Kalam; font-size: large;">Both of them followed a group of people as they rushed across the narrow road excitement clear in their voices, but also slight hesitation because of course you don't get to see such things every day. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Kalam; font-size: large;">And thus Prakash and others reached the field and there it was the body of a dead guy. Nobody knew how long the body was there in the field but it was naked and the skin had darkened completely, eye sockets were empty and the mouth was open in a dying scream and most peculiar of all one of his hands was holding his penis. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Kalam; font-size: large;">No one knew how he had died or who he was but as soon as kids saw their first dead body they left, some crying, some in fear, and some in excitement. Most of them will have nightmares about it for the next few weeks.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Kalam; font-size: large;">After all, it's not every day that you get to see a dead body in the field.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Kalam; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p>Vikas Khairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10732792647915064715noreply@blogger.com0New Delhi, Delhi, India28.6139391 77.20902120.30370526382115415 42.052771199999995 56.924172936178849 112.3652712tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2286152195940686936.post-7787807630636737872022-06-22T02:59:00.005+05:302022-06-27T23:54:06.187+05:30The Start of Something<a href="https://www.indiblogger.in/post/the-start-of-something" title="Top post on IndiBlogger, the biggest community of Indian Bloggers">
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<p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b> <span style="font-family: Marck Script;">She stood in front of the mirror, she wasn't yet ready to look at herself in the mirror so she was looking down. She had just broken up with her boyfriend and it was over another petty issue but he had hit her. And that was it. But she was still sad after all emotions are stupid they don't understand the logic. </span></b></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Marck Script; font-size: x-large;"><b><span> </span>She wasn't sure if she was able to get over the pain ever. She had finally stopped crying after two days but she could still feel like crying and hence she found herself in front of the mirror. Suddenly she noticed a razor and her hand grasped it. And there was the start of an idea, a thought half formed, she never thought that she would ever do something like that but now she felt like she had to try at least once. </b></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Marck Script;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b> A small sound escaped her lips as the blade scratched against her skin. She didn't know what she was doing but it felt right. She didn't want a deep cut so at first, she did a shallow quick cut and for a few seconds nothing happened but the skin cracked a bit, and then a little red appeared and a small stream of blood started and she felt her sadness disappear in her pain. She made a few more experimental cuts and now she didn't feel that sad and though she wasn't close to happiness, she wanted anything but sadness. And this was the start of something beautiful for her.</b></span><br /></span></p>Vikas Khairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10732792647915064715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2286152195940686936.post-19488920477994906862021-02-21T06:03:00.006+05:302021-02-24T21:42:36.680+05:30Postmen<a href="https://www.indiblogger.in/post/postmen" title="Top post on IndiBlogger, the biggest community of Indian Bloggers">
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<p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Aladin; font-size: x-large;"><span> </span><span> </span>Messengers used to be very important in the ancient world as they were the only way to pass information to others over a long distance. As time passed, people started using other ways to transfer information, at first, it was pigeons, and for a long time that continued. As time passed, people set up post service to send communication over a long distance. Postmen were very important during all of the 19th and 20th centuries and especially during the first and second world wars.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Aladin; font-size: x-large;"><span><span> </span><span> </span>And as the internet was used more and as mobile communications improved people were able to connect to each other instantly, post office and postal officials were used less to transfer letters but rather to ship items now and people were less and less dependent on postmen for transferring their letters as they could communicate with each other.</span><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Aladin; font-size: x-large;"><span><span><span> </span><span> </span>And then after couple hundred years, even that task was handled by drones and robots. People were now not dependent on other people for receiving their packages and letters on other people. Communication was instant for many years now and now the packages were received instantly or rather way quicker than in the past. Now the postmen were no longer required and the post office was now handled by the robots. The world was fully automated humans are totally dependant on machines and most of the tasks were now handled by robots.</span><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Aladin; font-size: x-large;"><span><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> It was theorized for a long time that solar flares can be very harmful to the earth but so far we got lucky but no more as in quick successions and without any warnings, solar flares reached closer and closer to the earth and fried up all the equipment set up on the moon, then even bigger flare rose up to destroy all the various satellites in the earth's atmosphere. And just like that, all the services came to a halt no phones, no Internet, no GPS. This caused more and more issues and without the internet, the public utilities failed that were being handled by robots and over the Internet. Electricity went out all over in some time. The world went dark almost in a blink. Now it was like people were back in the dark ages but they had no experience of how to survive on their own.</span><br /></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Aladin; font-size: x-large;"><span><span><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> All the countries experienced rapid deaths as people panicked and rioted and before things can be brought under control. Almost 2 Billion people were lost around the world during this time. Even more, people were lost as there was suddenly a scarcity of food and other resources. But soon enough people realized that they would have to come and work together to survive. The entire society was back to a standstill with no travels and communications over a long distance.</span><br /></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Aladin; font-size: x-large;"><span><span><span><span><span> </span><span> With time people started working together and to build their infrastructure as per 18th-19th century standards. They also worked to set up the postal network again and thus the importance of Postmen was restored.</span><br /></span></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Aladin; font-size: x-large;"><span><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><br /></span></span></span></p>Vikas Khairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10732792647915064715noreply@blogger.com0New Delhi, Delhi, India28.6139391 77.20902120.30370526382115415 42.052771199999995 56.924172936178849 112.3652712tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2286152195940686936.post-6645135693141292522021-02-19T21:30:00.003+05:302021-02-24T21:42:04.811+05:30Quiet Evenings<a href="https://www.indiblogger.in/post/quiet-evenings" title="Top post on IndiBlogger, the biggest community of Indian Bloggers">
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<p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"> <span> <span> </span></span><span style="font-family: Merienda;">Rashmi and Rohan were married for five years now. Like the most married couples who were working, they were also busy in the humdrum of daily life. The entire week spent in the office work and after that few episodes of some series or a movie and then sleep. The same cycle repeated over many weeks. Till they couldn't even find few moments for each other.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Merienda;"><span> </span>Then due to the pandemic both of them had to work from home, now they were together but still busy with work, as strangely the work increases when you are working from home but soon like all the routines they also get in the new routine. </span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Merienda;"><span> </span><span> And then the unthinkable happened there was a big storm and the Internet and cellphone services went down all throughout the area. And suddenly there was no work from home, no streaming content, no social network, nothing just two stunned people who didn't know what to do with their time. It was quiet all around and both Rashmi and Rohan decided it was the perfect time to enjoy some time together without any interruptions. For some time they listened to few songs they had available offline and danced together they were glad to have some time together at last. </span><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Merienda;"><span><span> They were able to enjoy few quiet evenings bereft of all the disruptions, it was a staycation which both of them enjoyed lost in each other and perfect silence when they needed it and they promised to find time for each other and not to let the daily grind keep them apart.</span><br /></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Merienda;"><span><br /></span></span></span></p>Vikas Khairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10732792647915064715noreply@blogger.com0New Delhi, Delhi, India28.6139391 77.20902120.30370526382115415 42.052771199999995 56.924172936178849 112.3652712tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2286152195940686936.post-8285851993332566652021-02-18T20:52:00.003+05:302021-02-18T21:43:44.536+05:30Robert Rishabh Rustam Rehmat<p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: Berkshire Swash;"><b>Based on prompt from Writing-Prompt-s</b></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: Aladin;">Fout roommates are extraterrestrials who have taken human form in the hopes of learning about Earth's culture. Unfortunately, each alien is from a different planet and believes the other three are normal humans.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Petit Formal Script";"> </span><span style="font-family: "Petit Formal Script";"> </span><span style="font-family: Caveat Brush;">We all suspect that we might not be alone in the universe and that the aliens exist but what if we don't know about them is that they may be living amongst us without our knowledge. Let's assume that the aliens have advanced technology or they have evolved like Skrulls in MCU to be able to take whatever form they like.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Caveat Brush; font-size: large;"><span> </span><span> In fact, this is the way and I know for a fact that at least 4 aliens are living with us and each one of them is from a different planet. The first one is called Robert and he is from planet Q'than, the Second one is called Rishabh and he is from planet Butphan, the third one is called Rustam and he is from planet Milllitum and the last one is called Rehmat and he is from planet Zollathem. And now here's the wrinkle they all are friends and roommates but each one thinks about the other three are humans and thus thinks that they are the only alien on the planet Earth.</span><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Caveat Brush;"><span> </span><span> Each has a mission to learn more about the Earth's culture and each one tries to focus on the other three in hopes to learn more about the people of earth but the mission isn't going well as they all are clueless about the Earth's culture themselves. All are playing the roles of 20 something slackers, staying at home smoking, drinking, and playing games after all those can tell a little about humans too. They very worried about humans after playing games like Halo and Doom where you are tasked with killing tonnes of aliens, thankfully those aliens didn't look like them. They all excelled at puzzle games due to their advanced analytical knowledge but still, they didn't know how to behave with other humans and they all believe them to spoiled young ones who are only interested in parties and fun.</span><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><span style="font-family: Caveat Brush;"><span> </span><span> Rishabh was sitting alone on the balcony observing the people downstairs and thinking about his home he was feeling homesick but he was a good soldier and understood his duties but after living with the others for over a year and observing them he wasn't anywhere close to understanding humans. Rishabh was mulling if he should let three humans living him about the truth.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><span style="font-family: Caveat Brush;"><span><span> </span><span> Rehmat was sitting on the bench in the park </span>enjoying the evening and of course, noticing the people he didn't understand why would people waste time by just slowly walking around rather than doing something positive. Rehmat had decided to let his roommates know that he wasn't a human and in fact from a different planet.</span><br /></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><span><span style="font-family: Caveat Brush;"><span> </span><span> Rustam was exercising and running laps around he had a great body and he was maintaining the body and he felt good when people came to him asking him about his schedule and the food etc. this told Rustam that Earth's people paid attention to certain properties, over the months Rustam had made little adjustments to his looks and now he had a boyish face with a body with hulking muscles but that was easy the difficult thing was to learn more about the Earth's culture. Rustam finally decided to bring his roommates the three human brothers in the knowledge that he was from another planet. </span><br /></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><span><span><span style="font-family: Caveat Brush;"><span> </span><span> Robert liked to go to the supermarket to observe people and to monitor the kind of food people of Earth ate and he then bought his food later. Today Robert was walking through the aisles with the shopping trolley and as always felt baffled by all kinds of strange food items available in the market, Robert also always asked his roommates for the items they wanted but they always asked some random products and he wasn't sure about their preferences. Today, Robert was deep in thoughts and he had decided that he would tell his roommates the truth and would ask them for help to learn more about the Earth's culture.</span><br /></span></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><span><span><span><span style="font-family: Caveat Brush;"><span> </span><span> In the evening all roommates are sitting around watching Netflix, Rustam pauses the show and says that he has something important to discuss, the other three also said that they also had something important to tell the others. </span><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Caveat Brush;"><span> Rustam started slowly, "I don't want you to be afraid or alert but I wanted to tell you a secret and would want to ask for your help. I am from a different planet and was sent to learn about Earth's culture I want your help in me to understand more about Earth"</span><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><span style="font-family: Caveat Brush;"><span> </span><span> Rustam looked around and noticed that Robert, Rishabh, and Rehmat all sat in stunned silence looking at Rustam.</span><br /></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><span><span style="font-family: Caveat Brush;"><span> <span> Rustam said, "Guys, I want to assure you that my mission is a civil one and we don't want to hurt anyone, please say something."</span></span><br /></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><span><span><span><span style="font-family: Caveat Brush;"><span> Rishabh said, "Wow, Rustam okay here goes, I won't say but show" and changes his form to his original form.</span><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><span><span><span><span><span style="font-family: Caveat Brush;"> "What you too, exclaimed Robert and Rehmat"</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><span><span><span><span><span style="font-family: Caveat Brush;">Rehmat began, "Actually!" and changed his form too and Robert also changed his form and finally, Rustam also changed himself to his original form, and now all the roommates were looking at each other and they all started laughing at the strange luck that all of them ended up together. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span style="font-family: Caveat Brush;"><span> </span><span> Now that all of them knew the truth they finally discussed their worlds with each other and finally felt at ease with their roommates. They finally decided to work together and share their reports with each other. Finally, Robert, Rishabh, Rustam, and Rehmat knew the truth and started working together.</span></span><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>Vikas Khairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10732792647915064715noreply@blogger.com2New Delhi, Delhi, India28.6139391 77.20902120.30370526382115415 42.052771199999995 56.924172936178849 112.3652712tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2286152195940686936.post-35255219031950668942021-02-17T20:11:00.002+05:302021-02-17T20:11:52.280+05:30Remember Me?<p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Delius Swash Caps; font-size: large;"><span> </span><span> </span>Another day, same dream, someone unknown asking the same question, Remember Me? Of course, her face isn't clear after all that's how the dreams turn out to be. I have to say dreams sure are strange but, don't people say that dreams are based on your experiences and your sub-conscience mind.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Delius Swash Caps; font-size: large;"><span> </span><span> </span><span>Whatever it might be, it sure strange to see the same dream multiple times, and no matter how hard he tried he couldn't remember more of the dream just the same question from the unknown girl, Remember Me?</span><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Delius Swash Caps; font-size: large;"><span><span> </span><span> Who was she? I keep on mulling over the question and I lay awake through the night thinking about the dream and finally as the morning crept along I was finally able to fall asleep. Still, the question kept with me, Remember Me?</span><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Delius Swash Caps; font-size: large;"><span><span><span> </span><span> Of course, I don't remember I don't have even a little bit of idea who could she be, what can I do? I can't search through the city to try to find the girl, the question is remember me? so is she someone whom I already know but forgot about? There are no answers and all I could do is to wait and dream some more and to watch the same dream, days after days and the girl asking, Remember Me?</span><br /></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Delius Swash Caps; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p>Vikas Khairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10732792647915064715noreply@blogger.com0New Delhi, Delhi, India28.6139391 77.20902120.30370526382115415 42.052771199999995 56.924172936178849 112.3652712tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2286152195940686936.post-41487795662959367362021-02-17T04:27:00.002+05:302021-02-17T20:13:30.253+05:30Someday<p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Nothing You Could Do; font-size: large;"> Rahul had a dream, he wanted to be a writer and to write a best-selling novel, all he was waiting for the idea to strike him.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Nothing You Could Do; font-size: large;"> Rahul didn't want to write another love story, that was the focus of almost every second book published in India. But it's very difficult to create something new, and almost all the stories are now derivative of original ideas.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Nothing You Could Do; font-size: large;"> In the meantime, Rahul kept on reading other books to get a better understanding of how a story should continue. And just like that few years passed but Rahul was not near the idea for a book but he had written many short stories and was working on a few ideas.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Nothing You Could Do; font-size: large;"> Finally, Rahul has started working on his book, the story will be a sci-fi fantasy tale set in the near future and he is positive that someday soon the book would be finished and people will enjoy his writing.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Nothing You Could Do; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p>
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Vikas Khairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10732792647915064715noreply@blogger.com0New Delhi, Delhi, India28.6139391 77.20902120.30370526382115415 42.052771199999995 56.924172936178849 112.3652712tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2286152195940686936.post-50953596923833572422021-02-15T19:39:00.005+05:302021-02-17T04:55:45.169+05:30The Chase<p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Merienda;"> He stopped for a second to take a deep breath, after all, he was running now for some time. </span><span style="font-family: Merienda;">He didn't know what or who was behind him, he just sensed and he started running.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Merienda; font-size: large;">He was adept at running after all he was an orphan who naturally drifted to the life of crime and was forever running, from rival gangs, from police, from other enemies. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Merienda; font-size: large;">He had reasons to be worried about others, for he had finally decided to steal a lot of money from his boss and run away. He hoped that nobody would identify him in the new town but you can never be sure.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Merienda; font-size: large;">The person who is on run believes that everybody is hunting him, and he had no doubt people were chasing him to drag him in front of the Boss. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Merienda; font-size: large;">He tried relaxing as it looked like that he ran for nothing, he couldn't see anyone chasing him, but he still couldn't afford to relax too much. Now he started to slowly walk to ensure that he didn't draw too much attention. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Merienda; font-size: large;">He reached the run-down hotel he was hiding in and entered his room and ordered food from the nearby dhaba. He silently ate his dinner and turned off the light and tried to sleep and he drifted to sleep.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Merienda; font-size: large;"> ------------------------</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Merienda; font-size: large;">The hunter watched his prey all through his panicked run and he followed as his prey went towards his hideout. The hunter continued the watch, hunter made sure to intercept the food delivery to mix the sedative to the food. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Merienda; font-size: large;">The hunter waited for his prey to eat the food and to sleep and then entered the room silently. Hunter smirked a little as he noticed his prey lying in front of him. Hunter searched and found the bag filled with the money. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Merienda; font-size: large;">Now that the money was recovered, the hunter moved to the next part, he grabbed his knife and slit the throat of his prey. The chase was over.</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: large;">And then the mayhem began initially people just pushed their nearest neighbor around or punched them lightly but soon people panicked and the first to fall was Aman whose head was smacked in the pillar till his brain matter drooped to the floor.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: large;">However, while Rachna was busy stabbing Hemraj people grabbed her hands from behind and she was promptly disarmed by people working in tandem and then quickly lost her head courtesy of some quick work by her teammates. After finishing Rachna, Priya and Gagan quickly jumped back and worked to finish off others. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: large;">With a roar, both ran towards each other and for a second it seemed like both were a match and the contest will go on for some time but Shyam slipped a little on a puddle of blood and that's all the time Priya needed and her blade found it's home in Shyam's skull and Priya was the last one standing. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: large;">"<b><i>Oh! I forgot to tell you the poison works in a little over an hour, not three hours it was a little lie to see how quickly you work. It seems you guys didn't work fast enough. Alas! what a pity.</i></b>"</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: large;">The next morning the papers were filled with the tales of the bloody Holi which left more than 22 dead and no one to tell the tale the CCTV footage just showed people standing around the gate then they just went mad. There was no sound in the cameras that would've recorded the message. It was very well planned and the villains were free to wreak havoc another day.</span></div>
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Vikas Khairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10732792647915064715noreply@blogger.com4Delhi, India28.7040592 77.10249019999999128.2581432 76.457043199999987 29.1499752 77.7479372tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2286152195940686936.post-25166137000029496852019-04-04T20:42:00.000+05:302019-04-04T20:54:24.151+05:30Neend - Poem for my Papaji<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Neend hamari chali gayi, sapne bhi aate nahi. <br />
Waqt guzare ja rahe hain, gum hamare jaate nahi. <br />
Aap achanak chale gaye hum sabko chod ke, <br />
Hum sabke chehre pe aaj kal, hasi bhi aati nahi. </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Kaash kahaniya purani sach hoti,<br />
Ek yamraj aur uski duniya hoti,<br />
Uski duniya tak bhi chala aata main, <br />
Aapko wapas lane ki ye kimat bhi na zyada hoti. </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Aap hamare Dil Mein the, aap hamare dil mein rahoge,<br />
Aap hamare papa the, aap hamare papa rahoge. <br />
Aap bas aa jao mere sapno mein, <br />
Main khone lagunga neendo mein. </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Neend hamari chali gayi, sapne bhi aate nahi. <br />
Waqt guzare ja rahe hain, gum hamare jaate nahi. <br />
Aap achanak chale gaye hum sabko chod ke, <br />
Hum sabke chehre pe aaj kal, hasi bhi aati nahi. </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: large;"><b>I wrote this poem a long time ago few months in 2016 after I lost my papaji, today is his birthday so can't think of a better day to post this poem. Nothing much has changed. Two collages from his birthday in 2015. His last birthday which I was able to attend, I couldn't join the family for his birthday in 2016 as I had joined job in another city.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-large;">"<i>Kill it, Kill it, Kill it.</i>" repeated Simran</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-large;">suddenly the <b>cockroach stopped</b> and the <b>shell </b>opened, <b>wings </b>erupted and it <b>started flying</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-large;">"<i>Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa I forgot these things can fly as well!!!</i>" Screamed Raj running out of the kitchen followed by Simran</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-large;">The horror was down Raj quickly sweeped the cockroach onto a newspaper and threw it out</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-large;">"<i>Remember to get Hit next time so that I can spray and get rid of them.</i>" chimed Simran from behind the curtain</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-large;">And finally the Horror was over.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">"<i>Shall I tell you a secret?</i>" asked Vikrant to the person tied to the chair</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">"<i>What do you mean?</i>" Stammered the person tied to the chair</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">"<i>Oh! I mean exactly what I said.</i>" Replied Vikrant</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">"<i>Are you enjoying yourself?</i>" Said Bittu tied to the chair</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">"<i>Indeed, I am.</i>" Answered Vikrant</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Bittu the most feared gangster in the area was on his round to collect the weekly toll from the shopkeepers.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">He turned into a dark alley and suddenly someone pounced on him and he struggled with his attacker</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Someone is going to die today, he thought before losing his consciousness.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Bittu woke up with a start and found himself in a dark room tied to a chair</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">He didn't know where he was</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">He tried to think who would try to hurt him, may be Billa or Iliyas or Dharma</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Whoever it was he was going to pay dearly, thought Bittu</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Thankfully his mouth wasn't covered, he licked his dry lips and tried to speak</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">"<i>He, Hel, Hell...... </i>" and he coughed fitfully</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">He tried to gain his composure and thoughts and spoke again </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">"<i>Who the hell is this? Don't you know who am I? Do you wanna die?</i>" Shouted Bittu</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">"<i>Oh I know, who you are alright.</i>" came a calm voice</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">And Bittu felt a prick in his neck and again got lost in dreams</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">"<i>My name is Vikrant.</i>" said the mysterious man</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">"<i>Whoever you may be Madarchod, do you wanna die, untie me right now.</i>" Thundered Bittu</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">"<i>I am sorry but that won't be possible, after all first I want to share my secret with you.</i>" Said Vikrant</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">"<i>Bak kya bolna Chah raha hai.</i>" barked Bittu</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">"<i>Well the thing is my secret is very big secret.</i>" Vikrant</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">"<i>What the hell does it have to do with me.</i>" Asked Bittu</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">"<i>Every thing, I suppose, my secret is that I like to kill people, I like to kill bad people.</i>" Replied Vikrant Gleefully with a creepy smile</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Bittu was little afraid now but he had learnt not to show any weakness, he replied</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">"<i>What do I have to do with it then, why did you tell me this?</i>" Asked a terrified Bittu</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">"<i>Because dead men tell no secrets.</i>" And Vikrant stabbed Bittu and kept on stabbing him</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">After that day Bittu was never seen on the streets and Vikrant's secret stayed a secret till he told the same to another bad guy.</span><br />
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Vikas Khairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10732792647915064715noreply@blogger.com0New Delhi, Delhi, India28.6139391 77.20902120000005228.3907261 76.886297700000057 28.8371521 77.531744700000047tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2286152195940686936.post-22869983894626183742019-01-05T02:52:00.000+05:302019-01-05T03:11:27.615+05:30Cursed<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">Suddenly he had to brake furiously as a cycle rider appeared in his lane and despite his efforts he hit the cycle with enough force to throw him to a short distance. It looked like that the guys house was just near the road , because as soon as the guy fell some people ran to the guy and tried to help him. AB was out of the car as well obviously it wasn't his mistake but he was also scared and was silently praying that the guy was alive. And to his relieve though the guy was in obvious pain he was live. A woman in dirty clothes look up to him with seething disgust and anger. AB tried explaining to them that it wasn't his mistake and the guy should've seen the car. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><b style="font-style: italic;">"The guy seem to have weaker bones." </b>Remaked AB</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">Now the woman was clearly seething and spoke with such anger and menace that AB took few steps back</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><i><b>"What do you think that since you are in a car, you own the road? Eh, talk about weaker bones, I curse you that have you would know how the weak bones break! Go now I don't want to look that your face."</b> </i>Shouted the woman probably the injured guy's mom</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><i>AB had already forgotten about the guy and was lost in his work soon enough. Come lunchtime AB had his lunch and got back to his room but soon his stomach started making some weird noises maybe he was having some reaction to the food, thought AB as he took some antacid to relax his stomach. And soon he was okay but his 6th sense was still tingling with some unknown dread.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><i>Soon AB had to go to the washroom owing to his upset stomach. Having done his business AB got out and cleaned his hands and as he turned his right hand hit the urinal glass and a sheer pain travelled through his hands and he shouted in surprise and pain. He looked at his hand dumbly which was twisted at an unusual angle. And then his body started twitching and soon he fell and his head hit the counter and he never got up.</i></span><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">After some time someone else decided to go to the washroom as soon as they opened the gate they turned, started screaming and vomited on the floor. The police was called in, the inspector came with two constables. They peaked in and both the constables turned and emptied their lunches as the previous guy had. The inspector barely controlled himself and looked at the strange sight in front of his.</span></i><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">The guy was obviously dead but the strange fact was that there was no skeleton inside the dead body and it was deflated like the balloon. A mother's curse had come true and his weak bones evaporated from his body like dust.</span></i><br />
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Vikas Khairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10732792647915064715noreply@blogger.com10New Delhi, Delhi, India28.6139391 77.20902120000005228.3907261 76.886297700000057 28.8371521 77.531744700000047tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2286152195940686936.post-59341262486235768732018-08-17T06:01:00.001+05:302018-08-17T06:01:31.628+05:30The Shooting<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">This was the moment he was waiting, he took the aim and pressed the button, silent shooting on and captured pictures after pictures of the wonderful scene.</span><br />
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Vikas Khairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10732792647915064715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2286152195940686936.post-74498103059944052862018-08-14T23:49:00.001+05:302018-08-18T01:27:08.236+05:30The Beauty<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">Look at the luck out of all the offices in the building she had to come to the same office where I worked. Now it wasn't that I was interested in her or attracted towards her, hey I am already married it was just curiosity. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">Well her name is Rekha and after few days we became "Friends" or "A</span></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: x-large; text-align: left;">cquaintance</span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">" and all was fine till it wasn't. There was something off about Rekha, whenever anyone called her she wouldn't respond for sometime like she didn't know her own name or something like that, but what do I know.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">I truly have wretched luck, well I had to travel to a different city due to some personal tasks and what do I see but Rekha's faces on posters around the station and city but on wanted posters only here her name was "Rukhsana" or something but I could never forget that face. I did the only thing I could, I called the number mentioned and informed the same to the police. Immediately a team of police officers went back to my city and arrested Rekha sorry Rukhsana right in front of the entire office, HR department was in hell as they were duped with the false documents. </span></span></div>
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Vikas Khairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10732792647915064715noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2286152195940686936.post-49890042391039474842018-06-08T16:59:00.002+05:302018-06-08T16:59:27.678+05:30You are not here<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "tempus sans itc" , "tempus sans itc" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"> I wanted to write you this letter for a long time. If you remember it was a long time ago that you left us. I still remember your words like it was yesterday,</span><span style="font-family: "tempus sans itc" , "tempus sans itc" , sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"> </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "tempus sans itc" , "tempus sans itc" , sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: large;">"You make me miserable, I can't live in this house any longer."</span><span style="font-size: xx-small;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "tempus sans itc" , "tempus sans itc" , sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: large;">And you had walked away, I find it hard to believe that you forgot us but how can I answer the fact that you haven't called, visited or sent any mails to us since you left. You are not here but the problems are.</span><span style="font-size: xx-small;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "tempus sans itc" , "tempus sans itc" , sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mom hasn't been herself since you left, I had to grow up overnight at the age of 13, Didn't I deserve to be a kid for a little longer, didn't I need my dad but you were not here. You left and never came back but with your absense we had to face all the difficulties alone. For a long time, he had little to no money. Then Mom started some work and that's how we survived.</span><span style="font-size: xx-small;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "tempus sans itc" , "tempus sans itc" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">But how would you know all that, You are not here, why aren't you here? Where did you go? Why didn't you ever visit us? Don't you remember us any more? Did we do anything wrong? You are not here but you left us all the people who chased us for the money you owed them.</span><span style="font-family: "tempus sans itc" , "tempus sans itc" , sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"> </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "tempus sans itc" , "tempus sans itc" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">You are not here but the cracks in the wall are there which cried for repairs but we barely survived and there's wasn't even enough money to eat both the times. How could we spare the money on un-necessary things like repair. I try to forget but can't forget the sight of you lying on the floor, cluching your chest, after you said those words. Doctor said you had a heart attack. You left us and never even visited us in dreams. You are not here, you left us alone in this cruel world.</span><span style="font-family: "tempus sans itc" , "tempus sans itc" , sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"> </span></div>
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He would fly on his bike no matter the traffic</div>
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Vikas Khairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10732792647915064715noreply@blogger.com0New Delhi, Delhi, India28.6139391 77.20902120000005228.3907261 76.886297700000057 28.8371521 77.531744700000047tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2286152195940686936.post-75358841310920095292017-07-29T13:00:00.000+05:302017-07-29T17:02:57.215+05:30Unexplained<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">He had a stack of books on the bedside table, he had just received the packages from Amazon and he had eagerly ripped through them to gaze at the beautiful covers.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Suddenly he sensed something in the room but of course he didn't see anything. He thought that someone whispered something in his ear. What was said he didn't understand but what happened next couldn't be explained.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">He picked up the scissors and started cutting his hair, it was like his hands were moving independently. He cut whatever hair he could find on his body.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Then for the reasons which are still unexplained.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">He turned the scissors on him he used the sharp blades to cut both his wrists.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">He also stabbed himself multiple times, and then to finish the task he slashed his throat.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Most strange and unexplained was the fact that he still had a smile on his face as his son cried and his wife called hospital upon seeing him lying in the pool of blood on the bed.</span></div>
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Vikas Khairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10732792647915064715noreply@blogger.com6Mayur Vihar Phase III, New Delhi, Delhi, India28.6095544 77.33029809999993628.5816759 77.289957599999937 28.6374329 77.370638599999936tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2286152195940686936.post-29251775007914196462016-09-07T11:32:00.000+05:302016-09-07T11:32:41.395+05:30Shine<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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"Sir Shine! Shoe Shine! Sir, make your shoes brand new in few minutes" pleaded a kid barely 12 years old to the man in the suit<br />
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He looked at the kid irritatingly and then looked at his shoes, they did looked like they needed a shine, "Such a dirty place" he muttered<br />
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"Ok! Ok!" he said<br />
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The kid lit up and placed his platform below so sir can put his foot there, and he started on the shoes, he wiped them with a cloth and applied wax and rubbed and then rubbed some more first with brush and then with another cloth.<br />
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Within five minutes sir's shoes were shining bright.<br />
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"Oye! see one spot is remaining fix that too." Sir pointed<br />
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"Ok sir." was all the kid said that corrected the issue<br />
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"How much?" asked sir<br />
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"Sir only Rs. 20/-" said the hopeful<br />
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"What! are you trying to scam me, look at you asking me Rs 20 for a quick cloth swipe, here keep this 10 and go away" Sir ji shouted<br />
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Kid's face fell and he moved ahead to shine few more shoes<br />
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Sirji was a fairly famous man, and he made his way towards the conference hall where he was supposed to speak about the steps he took to help poor kids and making sure that they didn't work and attended school.<br />
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Sir was a social worker and a above all a hypocrite and the flash lights were shining bright on his as he entered the hall.</div>
Vikas Khairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10732792647915064715noreply@blogger.com0Gurgaon, Haryana 122001, India28.4594965 77.02663830000005928.236067 76.703914800000064 28.682926000000002 77.349361800000054tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2286152195940686936.post-61568325184865651072016-07-14T05:46:00.002+05:302016-07-14T05:46:28.393+05:30News from the Future<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<b><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Agency: 14 July 2516 - The HOTTEST New Dish in town</span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">A new dish has everyone rushing to this hot new destination but alas! most go in vain as the owner only serve the dish to cricketers and that too only visiting teams who visit Jamaica in West Indies. After all the restaurant is called Gayle's is managed by Great-Great-Great-Great-Great Grand son of Jamaican cricketer Chris Gayle.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The dish is called "Juvenile male thrubs in curry" this tasty dish has International crickets from across the world pushing their boards for a tour to West Indies and as well as thanking their stars to be playing cricket in this age where most of the other games are played by the robots.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">We spoke with Gayle's owner Thomas Gayle IV who told us that the dish uses only the male juvenile thrubs as the female juvenile thrubs are not at all eatable and they are ultimately used to reproduction so that the males can be used for food. Females give birth to about 5000 larvaes at a time and out of which about 90% are male. Only juveniles can be used for food as the adult males are also inedible due to high salt content in their body, as they grow they accumulate salt in their bodies. Females as we all know are slimy to begin with and grow to be jelly like.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">This species crash landed on our earth aboard a small asteroid which crashed near West Indies and soon they made the West Indies their home and the world got their new favorite meal.</span><br />
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Vikas Khairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10732792647915064715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2286152195940686936.post-7196223959954728642016-06-07T09:28:00.000+05:302016-06-07T09:28:35.985+05:30Story of Love<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">It was born to love, it gave and gave for love but still it was devoid of love.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">It was born for love, it's destiny was to love but it gave and it was short of love.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">It was thirsty for love and it's lover came to it with full force and took all the love.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">It was big and shiny and it's lover was endless and all around there was love.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">It was the original love story and it was the story of love.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">It was a poem about love and it was the story of love.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">They met if love and they parted in love.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">It was a boulder and it's lover was the ocean.</span><br />
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<b><i><span style="color: purple;">Note - I tried to write a story and it turned out like a poem so let's call it a lyrical story and of course it's not the first one. Nothing is original because everything original has been already done by someone else.</span></i></b></div>
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Dhruv was only five years old so as you may guess, he was only a kid. But he was super smart.<br />
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Dhruv was super active and was studying in the first class.<br />
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It was another cold night and everybody was asleep in their bedrooms.<br />
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Suddenly Dhruv was woken up due to some sound from the hall downstairs.<br />
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Dhruv silently moved to his parents bedroom but they were asleep, he tried to wake them up but to no avail.<br />
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Dhruv didn't panic and instead looked for his dad's mobile and quickly picked it and dialed 100 and talked quietly and quickly to the police officer on the line.<br />
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Within 10 minutes the police vehicle was outside their house and police officers covered the house, and entered the house to find 4 thieves in the hall trying to find valuables.<br />
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They were quickly picked by police and sent to police station, Inspector Rahul Makhija walked to the upstair rooms and spoke with Dhruv, who thanked the Inspector and told him that his parents were not responding.<br />
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Rahul quickly moved to the bedroom to check the parents but they were only unconcious.<br />
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Rahul went downstairs and spoke with the thieves, they had sprayed chloroform through the second floor room ventilation.<br />
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Soon Dhruv's parents gained consciousness and when they learned about the bravery and intelligence of Dhruv they hugged him and thanked Inspector Makhija.<br />
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Next day Newspapers were full with the praises of Dhruv and details on the incident. India's Republic Day had to be celebrated next month and Dhruv's name was nominated for the bravery award.<br />
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On the 26th of January Dhruv was presented with the bravery award by the President of India while everyone clapped, his parents sat in the front row with all the other proud parents.<br />
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Later President called all the brave kids to a dinner at the President's house and he formally inducted all of them in a latest initiative the Kids Angels who were going to be the new face of intelligence and Secret Service in Country.<br />
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Plain old Dhruv was now Special Agent Dhruv and thus his new life began.<br />
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Vikas Khairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10732792647915064715noreply@blogger.com2Gurgaon, Haryana 122001, India28.4594965 77.02663830000005928.236067 76.703914800000064 28.682926000000002 77.349361800000054tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2286152195940686936.post-24873491090193985312016-05-13T08:27:00.000+05:302016-05-13T08:27:20.859+05:30That Call<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Rama was happily married to her husband Captain Sarabjit Singh who was in Army and posted in Jammu & Kashmir. She wasn't in J&K but rather stayed with her In-Laws in Punjab due to the unrest in the valley. Whenever Sarabjit came back to home her days were full of delirious happiness. And when he was away she would feel dread because she missed him and was always worried for him.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">And then calamity struck, Rama was an Army wife so she understood that something was wrong as soon as she saw two officers on her door. She asked them in with tears in her eyes. She was informed that her husband was missing after a terror attack and was presumed dead. As soon as she heard this she broke down and the entire house was covered in a darkness which covered everything in melancholy. After few days they received the official letter of martyrdom of Captain.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Although Rama was a widow now she still had future to look up to as she was pregnant with Sarabjit's child he couldn't hear the good news before he bid goodbye to the world. Soon the time passed and though the pain never disappeared it ebbed enough to bring occasion smiles her lips. Few months later Rama gave birth to a baby girl that was the day she cried after a long time because she knew that this would have been happiest day of Sarabjit's life but instead he was no longer part of their life.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Few years passed and Rama got busy taking care of her baby and her in-laws. Rama had started working in an office and was managing house on her own with the help from the pension received from the Army. Just when everything was going on just fine, the phone rang and changed everything again. She was busy in office when her mobile rang, she didn't identify the number but answered none the less the voice on the other end was rough and low but she would identify that voice among millions of voices. Her Sarabjit was back. During the attack Sarabjit was captured by Pakistani military and held as a POW without informing Indian Government and Army about him. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Sarabjit bid his time when everything was right he broke out of his prison and crossed the LOC and reported at his battalion there were only the words of happiness from Kashmir to Kanyakumari as the News of the return of India's Son spread in the TV channels. And soon Sarabjit was united with his wife, angel of a daughter and his parents.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Rama's life was full of happiness once again and she thanked her stars every day and night for getting her life back with that call.</span><br />
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Vikas Khairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10732792647915064715noreply@blogger.com2Gurgaon, Haryana 122001, India28.4594965 77.02663830000005928.236067 76.703914800000064 28.682926000000002 77.349361800000054tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2286152195940686936.post-33172858547531565742016-05-12T09:10:00.000+05:302016-05-12T09:10:29.681+05:30Office Office<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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He reached office right on time, and sat on his desk as usual. He checked his email and checked the data and get on with his work. He had to create some reports so he was busy in them. He got a ping from his manager.</div>
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He entered his manager's cabin after few minutes. Manager was cross with him and furious with team about an email sent by an irate customer who wasn't at all happy with the work which was done for him. He patiently listen to his manager and gave short answers.</div>
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He got out from the cabin and sent an email to his team, there would be a meeting in about an hour's time. Till the meeting it was the work as usual, at the time of the meeting, entire team moved to the meeting room. He was already waiting for them there.</div>
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He told them about the mail from the customer and gave them a piece of his mind as well. He shouted a bit and asked some questions, his team mumbled through their answers. Then it was just a general round of useless tasks and some pats on the backs, some words of encouragement and positive work and all. Everybody came out of the training room smiling and some with sad faces and continued their work.</div>
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What else could he do? He was a manager too. What he got he promptly gave to his team as well. Office as usual.</div>
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Vikas Khairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10732792647915064715noreply@blogger.com0Gurgaon, Haryana 122001, India28.4594965 77.02663830000005928.236067 76.703914800000064 28.682926000000002 77.349361800000054