Memories

This post has been published by me as a part of Blog-a-Ton 55; the fifty-fifth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. In association with ​Rashmi Kumar, the author of Hooked, Lined and Single and Jyoti Arora, the author of Lemon Girl. .

Now that I live in a multistory building in a metro city, rain always feels like a nuisance as it affects everything from my schedule, to the traffic and entire life as well. Mind you that it wasn't always the case. When I used to live with my family in a small town in a government quarter and when I was a kid, all the kids in the colony including me used to adore rain and wait eagerly for the same.

It was raining again and thus traffic was crawling, annoyed I started to notice the blurry scene outside my car window, as usual few kids were playing in the rain and water which collected on the road. Somehow that scene took me down memory lane and I was back in our small quarter in our small town.

My mom ran outside to gather the clothes that were hung there to dry, soon there were millions of water droplets started falling all around us and soon it was full fledged torrential rain. Soon there was water everywhere, since it was sunday all the kids in the colony were at home. One by one every kid in our block was out on our small road to enjoy the rain. 

Slowly we all started playing and singing aloud, it was fun we were jumping in the puddles and then washing the mud in the rain. It was bliss, rain was just pure fun and joy in our childhood.

My mom came to the door to call me inside fearing that I would fall ill but I ran up to her and grabbed her hand and pulled her outside, soon she was enjoying the rain too. It wasn't late before every mom was enjoying rain with their kid. It was a scene out of some movie, no, forget it people can't imagine such a joyful scene. 

There were various kinds of sounds coming from different groups and we all were having fun. One by one every family member was out on our road enjoying the rain and singing and enjoying with their and other's families. I believe that day it rained heavily for around 5 hours and for the entire duration of the rain entire colony was out enjoying the rain.

I don't even remember when a smile came across my face with this wonderful memory associated with rain and with a sudden jolt I noticed that the cars in front of me had moved and people were honking for me to move. I sheepishly moved my car and the traffic moved again a few feet. I wanted to step outside my car but somehow I controlled myself. But let the sunday come this sunday Monsoon would be enjoyed with the family either on the roof or on the road but it will be enjoyed. Thanks for the memories I remembered that there was a time when it used to be my favorite weather.  

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Dreamer

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"I dreamed a dream, in the time gone by." She watched the video for the 1000th of times.

She saw dream of Susan Boyle come true, and invariably tears started falling from her eyes.

She didn't want to cry for the dreams she dreamt in a different life, but sometimes she couldn't control herself.

She dreamed of becoming a dancer, ever since she was little.

Alas! her dream was shattered when a drunk driver hit her vehicle.

Resulting injuries meant that her body was paralyzed from the waist down.

And another dreamer's dreams were left unfulfilled forever.

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Lovebirds

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He fell in love the moment he saw her across the factory floor. She was a new joiner in their garment factory.

Few days went by while he made up his mind to talk to her and slowly they became friends. It wasn't long before he expressed his love for her and she gladly accepted.

They both loved each other a lot. Soon they were married, they were Soulmates.

Their life was perfect although they weren't very rich but they were content with what they had and happy with each other's company.

But as we all know God can't accept happiness of good people, tragedy soon struck them.

It was a usual day in their factory and everybody was busy in their work when their town was struck with an earthquake and their factory building collapsed, trapping most of the people inside. Many buildings collapsed and there was chaos all around.

Soon rescue operations began and people started helping each other shifting rubble to find survivors and finding dead bodies. There were many happy stories as people were found alive despite all the destruction. Few hours later, the cleanup work was still going.

A rescue worker shifted another slab and his eyes popped out of their sockets, he called his colleagues to see and everyone who looked couldn't stop themselves from crying.

A photographer came and captured the pictures and immortalized their love in the picture. Even in death they didn't leave each other. They died hugging each other and he trying to save her. Millions of people saw that picture and no one was left unmoved by what they saw.

They were lovebirds, they were Soulmates.

Note - This short story in inspired by the pic below which was clicked by Taslima Akhter after the Bangladesh earthquake. For me they epitomized the word Soulmates.

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The News

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 41; the forty-first edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The theme for the month is "SWEET AND SOUR"

'Hotel California' the song played as his phone rang

"Hello, what is it?" He said grudgingly, he was busy in a very boring meeting

"Sir very bad news" Said the voice over the phone

And he told him about what really happened

"Oh Shit!!! Arrange a meeting quick." He said suddenly very alert

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The office was abuzz with activity as News channels usually do every hour since they became 24 hours thing

Sahay's phone rang

"Sir very sad news" Said Varun the field reporter

And he came to know about what happened

"Really very sad news thanks for the news" He disconnected the phone.

Quickly send an OB Van to cover the news another to the Minister's home

He was little sad but very happy as there wasn't going to be any shortage of news now and he would be able to keep the channel busy for few days non-stop. He was also happy for Ad-Money they were going to earn.

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Phones were buzzing in every home

"Hello?" Said Mr. Sharma

"Hello?" Said Mr. Yadav

"Hello?" Said Mrs. Mishra

And then everyone ran from their homes to only one destination.

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It was a very confusing scene with everyone talking at once as they all wanted CM's comments on the issue.

But CM was still busy handling and directing the officers and weren't yet ready to address the press.

After all what can one say after such a tragedy?

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Two hours earlier - at the school

Kids were sitting in a line for their lunch.

They ate their food and it was different than usual, it tasted little different, it tasted a little sweet and sour.

But usually the food was bland and it was different so they ate ...

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In Bihar .. began the news channel

91 kids died after eating Midday meal.

It was indeed a busy day for the news channels and very sad day for everyone else.

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Wishes

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 40; the fortieth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The theme for the month is "MAKE A WISH"

Mom was crying .... she was sitting by window alone in her room.

I went near her and asked "Mommy, why are you crying?"

"Nothing Beta, Mommy is just feeling little sad" Mom said

"I know why you are sad." I said hugging my Mommy

"Is that so?" asked my Mom with a feeble smile

"Yes!!! you are crying because Bhaiya did not come again this time, right?" I said

"Oh!!! my poor baby." Mommy started crying again

I started crying too but we both sat there hugging each other just then I saw it...

"Mommy!!! Mommy!!! see a broken star quick make a wish" I squealed

"OK baby!!!" Mom said smiling and closed her eyes ..

I did not ask my mom her wish because I knew she wanted a Bhaiya like Papa and Grandma and Grandpa

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My Mommy is again expecting ... this time it is going to be a Bhaiya after all Mommy wished it on a Shooting Star and such wishes are always fulfilled.

Everyone was so happy about this new baby, I was also very happy and waiting for my little Bhaiya

I started collecting little toys for my Bhaiya, he would want to play with the new toys not with my dolls.

There was a function too and everyone wished mom that this time it would be a boy and everyone was sure and everyone was happy, It was like they also knew about our little shooting star and wish.

Finally the day came and Mom went to the hospital with Papa and Grandma. I stayed home with GrandPa waiting .. waiting .. I fell asleep..

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When I woke up, the entire house was silent and I could not find any one.

There were some noise coming from the bedroom, and then I saw ..

Mom was crying .... she was sitting by window alone in her room.

This time too Bhaiya did not come and Mommy again was alone ..

"Mommy!!! why didn't Bhaiya came this time too, why didn't the wish came true?" I asked crying

"Oh!! my poor baby .. Wishes are so feeble they are just a way to avoid reality." Mommy said crying

"Tell me Mommy, what happened this time .. this was the 3rd time you went to the hospital and every time Bhaiya didn't come. Why?" I asked

"Because my Angel there was no Bhaiya and your Papa and Grandma don't want another Girl." Mommy was now crying more than ever

I was also crying with Mommy .. then I noticed one eye lash on Mommy's cheek ...

"Mommy!!! see the eye lash I have heard this wish is very powerful. I will make a wish this time God will not ignore my wish and we will surely get a Bhaiya next time." I said crying.

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Time passed nothing happened ..

its true that wishes are the dreams we see when we are awake .... I am 20 years old now and my family finally got Bhaiya on their 6th Attempt. He is now 10 years old and everyone loves him including me.

What I can't understand is how can Papa who is an MBA can continue to blame Mom when she did for not giving birth to a Boy. Simple biology says that father is the one who determines gender of the fetus so how can my Mom be responsible for not giving birth to a boy. And why no one still understands that a Girl is as good as a Boy and there is no point discriminating between them.

I am an adult now and studying to be doctor .. I just saw a shooting star but I no longer believe in wishes.

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...and the world was silent again

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 35; the thirty-fifth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The theme for the month is "...and the world was silent again"

A long time ago .. really long time ago .. our world was silent except for the sound of nature.

then there were Microbes .. who evolved to be more advanced species ..

They kept on evolving becoming fishes, dinosaurs and what not ..

Then the Dinosaurs were destroyed but the world kept on ... making sounds

No species was ultra-dominant keeping the circle of life and food pyramid active..

Slowly one Species developed be much different from others,

they walked differently they hunted differently they lived differently .. they also made different sounds

That Species was Humans ..

They didn't just kill to eat they killed for fun too .. World kept on making sounds

Humans became such a dominating Specie they caused many others to extinct ... They killed animals to extinction they fished the ponds to the point that there was no fish left there .. from Pond to they moved to river from river to sea and from sea to the Oceans.. World kept on making sounds ..

Slowly there were too many and too advanced .. humans .. ate everything the nature had to offer no animal was left alone as it was more important to feed people but they also hated the insects the one could not eat they want to eliminate them as they contaminated their food and troubled them.

An ultra advanced team of scientists was created from all over the world .. their mission to find a way to eliminate all the insects who were inedible .. They succeeded ....

All the humans enjoyed, there were festivities all around for all the annoying insects were finally gone .... World kept on making sounds

Sure enough humans learned the effects of their actions .. since all the insects were gone ..

there was nothing to make sure that pollination of plants occurred .. this caused all the plants to die off as they could not reproduce .. this also meant that all the crops humans planted were also affected and didn't grow at all ..

all the animals who died and not eaten by humans were just there smelling horrible as there were no insects or  others birds to eat them they were extinct by humans who ate them too.

Within 50 years all the life on earth was over no humans no animals no birds no fishes no insects no nothing .. only the microbes

and the world was silent again

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The Other Man

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 32; the thirty-second edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The theme for the month is 'An Untold Story'

We all love stories .. some like to tell them while other like to hear them while others like to read them. People always crave for new and untold stories .. so I will tell you an untold story today....

We were three friends living in a shared flat,, all were working in MNCs in Gurgaon

the story I am telling is of one night when I had to stay till 3 AM in the office, I let my flatmates know the same ...

So when I reached home from my office at around 3.15 AM, I rang the bell, my flatmate Tarun opened the gate and as soon as he opened the gate his eyes turned up and he fainted ..

I was worried, and carried him to the bed in the living room.

I called my other flat mate Rohit and Doctor, before Doctor my other flatmate came over and he did some prayers too, and when Doctor came he checked Tarun but found no issues with him.

After some time Tarun regained his consciousness and slowly sat up.. he looked towards me as and asked..

"Where's the other man that came with you?"

I was shocked ... "But I was alone."

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Two Minutes

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 29; the 29th Edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The topic for this month is 'TWO MINUTES'.

Two minutes, seem so little when you are having fun .. or


too much when you are waiting for someone ..


for her two minutes defined her entire life, for him two minutes ended his life..


It happened last year...

She was in her car... He was on his bike....

It was her birthday she was in a rush to go to her own party..

He was going back home to his wife and new born kid ..

both got calls on their mobile phones

but not one of them thought it to be worthwhile to ignore that or to stop for two minutes and then talk on their phones..

they answered their phones, she while driving her car and he while riding his bike ..

not one of them was paying attention to others on the road just on their phones and the voice on the other end...

It happened so fast that no one really knew what happened ... but....

somehow she hit him going at a speed of 100 km/h .. and he flew from his bike and hit his head on the curb and broke his neck .. instantly killing him ..

She braked hard, and her car swirled dangerously and stopped  ... but

She didn't notice that she was at a crossroads ..

Next second she was hit from the side by a truck ..

her car tumbled like a toy and rested on its roof ..

people rushed to both of their help but he was beyond help .. and she crushed her spine .. instantly paralyzing her from waist down making it impossible for her to walk again ..

It took her 6 months to recover and leave her bed .. and she then decided to educate people about the dangers of talking on the phone while driving ..


She holds seminars all around the world but she still stops and think about what her life could have been if she would have just taken those two minutes to properly stop and then answer that call which changed her life for the worse.



P.S. - Please friend never ever answer your phone while driving or riding your bike it really is very dangerous. 

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When Journey Meant More Than Destination

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 25; the Silver Edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The topic for this month is 'When Journey Meant More Than Destination'.

"Dadu Dadu Dadu!!! Are you awake?" asked two little angels

"I am now" replied Dadu laughing

"Tell me kids what is it now?" he asked kindly

 "Tell me is it true?" both shrieked simultaneously

"What is true and please one by one or else I wouldn't be able to understand a single word at all." he said Patiently, what would being angry with two angels accomplish after all

"Dadu, Mom Dad say that sometimes journey is more important than the destination. Is it true?" Nikku Said

"And Dadu have you ever experienced something like this?" Gudia chimed in

"Whoa kids what kind of heavy weight question is this?" He said smiling mildly amused

Its true kids grow very fast, he mused. While he kept there thinking, his grandchildren were watching him with expectant eyes, ooh those cute eyes

"OK kids, but to answer that question, I will have to ask few questions to you, are you ready for it?" He asked knowing all too well that kids will never say never.

"So Kids it was a long time ago" He Began his life story .... just summary not the whole shebang :)

"I have already told you how I and Your Dadi had a Love Marriage" Questioning looks

"Yes Yes We already know that" Both said in unison

"Then you must also know that ours was not a trouble free marriage and we had to fight at each and every step of our relationship for each and everyone's approval, before we could marry" He asked kindly

"Yes Mom Dad tell us that you guys had to struggle very hard before you could marry." Nikku said

"They also say that you guys love each other the same even after so many years too. And you two fight a lot too, how is that possible?" Gudia added

"My Dears that is why they say that journey mean more than the destination." He said

"Because we have been through such a hard time and we have took care of each other through thick and thin, it has made our relation so strong that small quarrels don't even faze us, we just laugh it off." He said with moist eyes

"Although destination of our love was marriage but the affair was the journey which meant and will always mean more to us. That is why I always told my kids that this was the journey which meant more than the destination itself. Do you understand now." He smiled

"Of course Dadu who wouldn't understand, after all don't we see you both everyday." Both the kids said in unison.

"Ok so now let me rest a bit, I am tired and we will talk a lot in the evening." He said while pushing them playfully.

"Take care Dadu we love you bye bye." there went the angels.


P.S. -- Sorry Guys forgive me if you don't like the post, I am writing after almost 8 months and just couldn't wrap myself around the topic and also didn't get much time. Still we have to keep on trying don't we, after all this is a journey which is much more than the destination. This is my 11th Post so looks like I am a finally a veteran, will mail all the details to marshal shortly. BAT is only platform where I write something in the name of competition, without BAT, I don't think there would've been even five entries on my blog, so thank you marshals and BAT from the bottom of my heart, and I do hope that you will forgive me and welcome me back as always.

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Revenge

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He came running from office as soon as he heard voice of his wife's frantic voice on his mobile. Chintu was missing and no where to be found.

"What Happened? Where is Chintu?" He asked his wife as soon as he saw her ...

but she just shook her head in negative all the while crying

"Why did you beat him so much?" She asked him

"Because I don't want him to become a thief in future, that's why. You know how much I love him right?" He looked towards her with pleading eyes

"I know, you love him but he is only a child. He doesn't understand all these things." She said

"Tell me what could I have done when he stole all those chocolates from store, its not like that I denied him anything." He started crying too

"Don't worry, we will find Chintu. He must have gone to his friend's home in anger that's all. Now you stop crying, you don't look at all good while crying." She tried to comfort him

"He knows, how much we love him, I also tried to explain to Chintu that you only beat him because you love him so much." She said trying to be strong for both of them

suddenly she saw a paper stuck below her pillow on the bed and grabbed it as fast as she could.

"What's that?" he asked her

"Its a letter from Chintu." She said

"Read quickly" He said

But she had already finished reading the letter and fainted as soon as she read it. He supported her to the bed and then picked the letter from the floor and started reading it .. what he read changed his life....

"Papa Mummy,
                      You have never understood me. Never let me enjoy like my friends. You never provided me with Good clothes like my friends. Never gave me pocket money like my friends. Mummy said that you hit me because you love me and that she also loves me. But I am angry with you both, and after thinking very hard for a long time,  I know the perfect revenge. I killed myself. Now love me, now beat me, now show me your love. oops you can't because I am no longer your son now I am dead boy who completed his revenge. Someone said correctly when he said that revenge is a dish best served cold, cold as my dead body.


Bye Bye"

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The Other Day

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This the story where I tell you the events which happened the other day... when..

She broke my Heart...

Was ours a love story .. Nah Yaar .. I am no longer a hopeless romantic ..

So what was our story? yeah what was our story?

We were introduced by our families .. Yes shocker... Arranged Marriage ..

What else can I do when I don't have time and skills to find someone ...

So there we were .. sitting and talking .. and taking shy glances at each other ..

After a small talk I said yes .. she said yes .. Yay .. we were to get married ..



After a Week ...


I called her .. talked to her .. told her something more about me .. asked more about her .. I was happy .
she sounded happy ..

She asked about my past .. I asked about her past .. there no one anywhere .. so far so good..

We talked whatever time we got .. talking about future .. telling each other .. sweet nothings..

She was giving her final exams in some other city and I was planning to give her a surprise by visiting her after her exams..

I used to wish her Good Luck before every exam .. So Far So Good..

Then I got the call ..

"Hi is it Vikrant?" he asked.

"Yes .. who is it?" I said .

"Its Vishakha's Boy Friend." he said .. and continued..

"Please call her father and tell him that you longer want to marry her. You need to understand that we are together for 10 years now and I would like nothing more than to be with her." He finished

"Well, I would like to talk to Vishakha first and based on her thoughts I will give you my answer. Bye for now" I said keeping my composure.. and disconnected the call

I next thing I did was to call her and informing about what happened .

"Yes, I want to talk to you about that. Do you want me to come there tomorrow?" She said.

"No you stay there and complete your exams .. with full concentration and I will meet you there once your exams are over" I said ..

once her exams were over I went over to Delhi to meet her ..

"What do you want?" I asked her

"Nothing, sorry for not telling you about him but there is nothing else between us now." She said

"OK if you have no problem then I have no problem as well." saying I was happy would be an understatement

Then everything was going well .. we talked to each other and to each other's families

The date for marriage was coming closer .. then we got another call this time from Vishakha's mom .. to tell us that .. Vishakha is now saying no to marriage ..

and that was it .. It was her decision to say yes it was her decision to say no ..

then I got a call from her saying that she did not say no and in fact she would only marry me .. my crumbling castle was strong once again..

after that we started talking more regularly ..

but there was still something strange about everything .. Vishakha's parents didn't seem like preparing or interested in the marriage .. and my family was getting restless but I always said that may be they are busy or there's some other explanation

I was again happy .. but I didn't know that my happiness and my heart were brought together again so that they can be broken again.. nay shattered again.

Again a call came .. again the same thing and Vishakha's again saying no to the marriage ..

but this time phone was picked by my mom and she was furious and crying at the same time and me ..

I was just silent .. thinking what to do .. but it was her wish so be it .. so be it

We wanted to make something out of our relation but that wasn't to be .. I wanted to be happy with someone but rather  I had my heart broken and stomped up on ..

But what are we if not optimistic ..

I am sure someone is still out there .. made for me .. if not ..

Nah .. that's not possible .. I praying pray with me .. so that I can find that someone special who is made for me .. come with me and join hands .. and Pray ..

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Looking through the Frosty Glass

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I woke up to find that it was raining..

The scene was really romantic and my glass window had frost on it with few drops of rain.

although this scene was very nice and not to be missed, it made me remember an old incident which happened in exactly the same weather.

It was 10 years ago... It was raining that day as well ...

I was sitting with my family watching nature's magic falling from sky and providing lifeline to the Earth and its creatures.

Suddenly the Perfect scene turned horrific..

There was an old lady walking in the rain under her umbrella and suddenly a Red car came in full speed and Hit her and then ran away .. due to the frosty window I couldn't figure anything else about the car apart from its color.

Everybody from all the surrounding houses ran outside to see if the lady was OK or not .. unfortunately she wasn't, and just like that, a Perfect moment was ruined by someone so careless and rash that they didn't even notice a human being in their way on the Road ....

Although it wasn't my fault but I still feel partially responsible because I couldn't help police with identifying the vehicle..

Now......

Rain still makes me happy like every other living being .... but now I try to keep my window frost free ..

and even though it made for a perfect picture I picked the cleaning cloth and rubbed the frost away and the glass was clear again ..

I would repeat the process for the time period I would sit there making sure that at least responsible could be apprehended, If God forbid some incident like that ever happen in front of me.

And I just sat there enjoying the rain and wishing when would people learn to be more careful while driving about their own and other's lives.

I still love rain ... but with pain

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Change

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton Season 2 edition 18; the eighteenth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton.

He was trying to remember the promise he made to her.

nay he was trying to remember her.

He was searching frantically and sifting through his diaries as it was his habit to write his every thought there.

And there it was, a picture of her, His beautiful Wife who came everyday to meet him in his room..

He wondered why did he forget her, after all it wasn't like him .. he was a genius who remembered everything but not anymore.

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Then he saw the entry for that day when he made the promise to her.

She asked him to promise her that "He will never change." and he answered "I Won't".

But he was trying to remember what made him change.

Tears rolled down his cheeks as he could not remember at all.

He didn't want to change, He Promised not to change .. but he changed none the less.

After all Alzheimer slowly changes who you are till you are no longer yourself.

P.S. - I am writing after a long time so a small post this time may be make it bigger next time. Love to be back.

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Celebrations

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Everybody was happy, Everybody was celebrating, Everybody was enjoying the Celebrations and me..?

I was sulking and mourning the loss of my love. Who was getting married to my best friend while on this day she should have been marrying me not him. What the Hell was I thinking?

What the Hell Indeed...

Let me tell you what happened that turned my celebrations into mourning.

*****************Two Years Back*************************

I saw Madhvi at my best friend Ankush's sister marriage and what a view that was. She was looking a million bucks and Ankush saw me looking at her and said hitting me in the ribs:

"What are you looking at huh?"

"Nothing I am just relaxing a bit, I am little tired with all the work." Came my reply

"Try to make a fool of someone who doesn't know you. I know every thought in your mind. Ha Ha"
Of course he knew me we were friends since 1st Class

Ankush continued "Her name is Madhvi and she is didi's friend's sister. Do you want her number or do you want me to talk to you about her?"

What else could I ask for more? I said "  No need to talk to her, just give me her number and also please introduce me to her. I owe you buddy."

"  Nah you don't owe me anything. What else friends are for?"   said my best friend

True to his word Ankush introduced me to Madhvi and we exchanged phone number promising to meet after the wedding to catch up.

***********************Two Year minus 2 Weeks Ago *********************

Well what do you know, seems like Madhvi forgot me, I haven't received her call till now and I didn't call her thinking its best to give her some time but no more .. the wait was killing me so I did what anyone else will do in such times, I dialed he no. and waited with baited breath..

"  Hello!!"   wow what a voice she had

"  Hello, Hi, Its Chetan"    I said trying to sound cool

"  Chetan, which one? I am sorry but I know three chetans and your voice doesn't seem familiar." Damn she already forgot me there was nothing gonna happen here for me

"Ahem, its Chetan, we met at Shruti didi's wedding. Do you remember?" And I was praying

"  Oh Chetan sorry yaar I wanted to call you but couldn't. I was very busy in my project but now I am free so if you are free as well then let's meet, don't forget to call Ankush as well I haven't met him as well since di's marriage."   she said


"  Okay no problem, Yes I am free this week-end I will call you with details later. Goodbye now ."   I said on the phone

"  Yahoooooooooooooo!!!"   I shouted after the phone was disconnected

Over the weekend we met and talked for over two hours. slowly the frequency of meetings increased then from friends meet it slowly turned into dates. I was flying on the seventh Sky, living the dream I didn't want to wake up from, I was enjoying every minute of my life with Madhvi in it.

*******************One Year Ago*************************

Today I was going to propose Madhvi for marriage. I wanted to do something unique for proposing her as all the ideas I thought for, were all which I saw in movies etc. then I thought of something which I didn't see in any movie. I also confirmed with Ankush about the idea if it was unique enough or not. Ankush also liked the idea very much. So as per plan I called Madhvi and called her for bowling which is usually went for.

"  Hi Chetan, how are you? Where's Ankush?"   Questions such lovely questions

"  I am fine. Ankush got busy with some meeting at work. How are you?"   I asked holding her hands.

"  I am also fine, so how did you know that I wanted to go bowling today?"   She asked

"  Because I know what do you think and also because you told me." I replied smiling

So we started bowling .. the game was going on greatly when I played my card. I handed Madhvi a ball to bowl, after she threw the ball she turned towards me with stunned silence. And held her hand to me where one finger was proudly wearing a ring.. you see, what I did was pretty clever. What I did was glued the ring around one of the holes on the bowl so as she finished the bowl the ring stayed on her finger.

 With her still looking at me and her hand continuously and hand still stretched towards me.

I took her hand and got on one knee and said "  Madhvi, you are the only one for me and I can not imagine my life without you. So please, please, please look into your heart and confirm that it also beats for me and say yes before you change your mind. Will you marry me?"

After 5 minutes of silence which seemed like 5 years to me... she said "   Yes, I will marry you."  hugging me and with that the entire bowling rink erupted in applause.

With the blessings of our parents we got engaged after 3 months and the marriage date was set after one year.

*************************Two Months Ago*******************************

Ankush was acting all strange since my engagement. Staying quiet all the time and staying out of parties and well he stopped almost everything which was remotely fun.

Whenever I tried to cajole him into telling me whatever was bugging him but he would just smile and shake his head off telling me that nothing was wrong and that he was just facing some difficult time at his office.

Well and why should I have doubted him, he was Best Friend. Why would he lie to me?

****************************One Month Ago*******************************

Ankush was his old self again and I was most happy with that transformation. Everybody in my home and Ankush's was busy with the preparations for the wedding.

I also noticed something strange with Ankush, now whenever he passed Madhvi he would eye her strangely, but foolish of me I just brushed my doubts to the back of my head... Big Mistake.

**************************One Week Ago***********************************

"  Hey Man, get ready!!!" Shouted Ankush at me for the thousandth's time that evening after all he was arranging my bachelor party.

"  Just one moment. Are you sure, this is a good idea?" I confirmed once again

"  Yaar, You are getting married after one week. So just once give me this last evening to your friends." Now who could argue with that statement

We had a blast of a party, really Ankush had made great arrangements. We were wasted and danced and drank all night. Although I opposed  a bit when Ankush suggested that we call a stripper but alcohol and the environment of party made my mind fuzzy and beyond that I didn't remember much only that a girl was undressing and dancing with me and someone was clicking pictures .. Pictures are memories aren't they.. and memories are lovely .. but that's not the case always as I was about to find out next day...

Next morning I tried to remember about last night but it was all a blur, along with that my head was bursting with a headache it was one of the worst hangover I ever had. Suddenly I was alright as all my concerns were diverted to the person standing on the door. My Madhvi was standing on the gate and crying ... I got up and went to her to ask her what was wrong...

"  What happened Madhu, why are you crying?" I tried to hug her to comfort her but she threw my hand away.

"  Wh.. What happened, would you please tell me?" I again requested her to tell me what was bugging her

In response, she just spread the contents of the packet she was holding, on the table and what I saw blew my head all over again. Those were the photos from Bachelor party particularly me and stripper during different stages of undressing.

"Hey are you upset over this? This is nothing but a joke by Ankush. Believe me." I pleaded

"Don't you dare blame Ankush, he has already told me everything how in your drunken state you called that stripper even after opposition from Ankush." She dropped another bomb

"  What the hell are you saying? You have all the story backwards and nothing you know is correct."     I tried to explain to her

"  Okay let's forget the part where who called who. Would you also want me to forget the pictures." She was furious and started crying again

I was speechless, only those who have been back-stabbed by their Best Friend of more than 20 years can imagine what was going through my head. I wanted to kill Ankush I wanted to commit suicide. I didn't want to anything. I didn't know the answer to any question anymore. May be it was Yes, May be it was No, May be it was either or may be it was neither. My whole life was crashing right in front of me and I was helpless to do anything.

And before I could say or do anything else she stormed out of the room, breaking the engagement, breaking the marriage most of all breaking my heart.

I was just lying in my room crying when my enemy/friend came into the room telling me that on the day of my marriage, he will be the one getting married to Madhvi and not me. I tried to get up to hit him but he just started laughing and left the room.;

*************************Present Day*******************************

Now you know the reason behind my unhappiness and why am I sitting in the darkness while the neighborhood is glowing with the lighting.

Today was the day when Madhvi was getting married to my best friend who trapped me in a trap and replaced me at the last moment. It was too unreal to be true but how can my aching heart be false, how can my love be false.

I was drinking for the whole day when it was time for the marriage I started for the Hotel where the marriage was going on. Somehow I drove to the hotel and started going upstairs one step at a time. I took just 10 or so steps and there she was the most beautiful bride in the world, who was supposed to be my Bride. Both of us were frozen in our steps, the pain was too much to face. We started crying and through my broken voice I could only say "  Sorry, for hurting you. It was never my intention to cause you any pain."

She just motioned her friends who pushed me aside and led her ahead. I was again left alone on the stairs I continued towards the top there was only one solution for me I would never be able to live with guilt, hatred, pain and all the other emotions. After some time I reached the rooftop, I climbed on top of the ledge and took a step to jump....... when suddenly I heard the voice of my mom..

Strangely she wasn't asking me not to jump or anything she was saying "Wake up Chetan, Madhvi is waiting for you. If you will be that late she will break the marriage and marry someone else".

That worked I sprang in action I couldn't allow the repeat performance of my nightmare ... Nightmare!!! Thank God it was all a nightmare simply a Dream.

My Celebrations were pretty much mine. I was ready to celebrate and start my new life with my family, my love and my best friend.

P.S. :- What I said to Ankush when he really suggested that we call a Stripper in my bachelor party, is anybody's guess? LOL

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Station of my Dreams and Love

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When I saw the picture on my computer, I knew this was it. It was the picture I was looking for almost all my life. I don't know, how many times I dreamed about the building which I knew now was a Railway Station.

The dreams started when I was about 8 years old. I was always for someone or something I don't know. Sometimes the dream would have been color other times it would be Black & White. Every morning my dreams ended but the longing remained. I guess, that I was so lost in the search of the love of my dreams, my life that I never bothered to try to find someone to love. Well to be honest I tried sometimes but always failed. But worry not, that's the story for some other times.

I gathered the information about the station and turned out that it was only around 500 Km from my town, so I did what I always wanted to do. That is to go to the station and see if I do find what I keep on searching in my dreams.

When I finally reached the station, it was something entirely different from what I saw in the picture. It was just magical, no picture could do justice to the view, you can only appreciate the true beauty of it all only when you see it yourself. To top it all the weather was just magical.


I was sitting on the bench on the platform and enjoying the weather, when I heard the most beautiful voice ever asking me - "  Excuse me? Is this seat taken?"  

What else could I have said other than "  No please sit."

For some time we just sat there doing nothing. Well not exactly nothing, because we were enjoying the weather. I was reading a Murder mystery and she was reading a Romantic Novel. What a Cliche`.

Suddenly She said turning towards me "  Hello!! my book is boring and in your book the murderer is the butler, Mystery solved. Now could we please talk? I am bored to the death."

"  Thank you very much detective for solving the mystery, now I don't have to read through 250 more pages to know, who the murderer is."   I said smiling.

"  Hello, I am Vaishali, how are you? "   She said extending her hand towards me.

"   Hi I am Vishesh, I am fine, Thank You."    I replied smiling, shaking her hand.


"  So tell me, do you believe in ghosts? "   She asked me suddenly

"  No, I haven't seen any ghosts till now. But why do you ask?"    I replied

"  No Real reason, I just find it fascinating to think that there may be life after life. "  She said smiling

"  Okay then tell me do you believe in Love?"   Bang came another question

"  That's another thing which haven't found me yet. Looks like no one loves me. "   I said

"   Then I would ask you, if you love yourself or not because if even you don't love yourself how can you expect others to love you. Don't you think so? "  pat came a response

Actually she made sense and it also helped that she was beautiful, I mean it was easier for her to say, she was the perfect one to fall in love on first sight.

"   Would you believe if I tell you that I saw this station in my dreams for many years and I came here because I found it through a picture a friend of mine sent to me. "   I said

"   Of course, I can believe. I do believe that dreams are combination of our past and future."   She said and she really was strange. She looked like a normal girl with her casual appearance and romantic novel and all but her questions and ideas were bit different, but still I couldn't help falling for her

"   By the way, are you waiting for someone to come?"   I asked her

"  No I just live near by and likes to come here. Its just that I have many memories attached to this station."   she replied slowly

"  You know in my dreams I was always searching for someone and I may be stepping out of boundaries here but I think that I was looking for you. All my life. "   I mumbled with butterflies in my stomach

"  Really that's really lovely to hear. Would you like to take a walk?"   She asked strangely still smiling

We walked for some time and although there were few people on the station they ceased to exist for me. As far as I was concerned there were only two people on the entire earth me and her. My dreamy state came to a startling halt like waves against a giant rock and I couldn't believe for a second what I was looking at. There was a huge picture of Vaishali on the platform wall and the words written below the picture just took all my breath with them. They said...

" In memory of our town's bravest Hero Mrs. Vaishali Sinha who sacrificed her life to save lives of 20 school children on 27th March 1990 "

Suddenly Vaishali's question about ghost made sense after all she herself was a ghost. I was suddenly paralyzed with fear and couldn't move a inch


"   oh so you have already seen the picture good so I won't have explain everything to you."   came her sound


"   Wh.. Wha.. What?"   It was like the cat took my tongue

"  So wouldn't you say i look exactly like her?"   she asked

"  Her? you mean, you are not her? I mean, Aren't you a ghost? "   I stammered

Then I heard the most beautiful laugh in the world and then she said

"  No Idiot!! I am not a ghost. Oh God! anybody would think that. No I am not her, she's my mom, Hero of this town. I like to come here because this place reminds me of her."  She explained and it made sense but still the name, how could they both have same name I asked her.

"  Because dad loved mom very much and as per him it was the most beautiful name and he wanted to take only that name in the house. And I also love my name and my dad too. "    she said

"  I Love You."   I said

"  I Love You, too"   She said


And those were the most beautiful words I had ever heard



One evening made me believe in so many things Ghosts, Chances, Dreams, Heroes, Love and most of all that yes dreams do come true. You just have to pursue them with all your might and determination. And I believe that's life, which changes in one moment from Bad to worse or Good to Better, that totally depends on you.

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Goodbye

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"Goodbye" said the note stuck on the fridge

which he saw with his sleepy eyes, he rubbed his eyes as if that would rub away the sleep...

but there was no sleep left in them .. just like a slap bring all the sense into a drunk .. it was a slap which had woken him up after 20 years of sleep.

He had always taken her for granted .. not for today or tomorrow but almost all their life together after all they never stayed apart even for a week after the marriage...

They loved each other very much but their love developed cracks when their family refused to grow.

They were not blessed with a baby and even when she wanted to adopt a baby he had opposed her saying that he would not be able to love someone Else's baby like his own and he would try to co-operate with her in their life and in the difficult time.

But soon he forgot about his own promise and started abusing her whenever presented with a chance ..

In his own grief he forgot that how much she must be hurting.

He started drinking as well

He slumped in a sleep which lasted exactly till this moment when he saw the note..

He tried calling what few friends they had but no one knew about her or where she went...

He tried ads in paper and Police but he never got a clue about her

Slowly and slowly one year passed..

Somehow he did not give up on her ... also he wasn't at all bad to her for last 5 years. He had stopped drinking and started behaving nicely to her. Within the past year he had thought about all the moments of their life and although he understood that he was horrible to her, he could never understand why did she choose to leave him after so many years, in their 40s when their life was finally good after so many years..

then as she had left .. without a sound or trail then in the same way he received a letter from her ..

he tried to find from where the letter had come from but to know avail..

With shaking hands he started reading the letter...it said..

"Hi Love,
           Yes its true after all these years and for all your behavior, I still love you. I know you were also hurting as bad as me but being a man you could not cry like me to ease your pain so you started drinking and starting hitting me and tried to find all the wrong ways to ease your pain and vent your anger on God. But even though I was hurting inside, I knew that I had to bring you back to life before I could find a life for myself.

I don't know if you have fallen into the hands of your bad habits once again or not. I hope not.But I am very happy that when I left you, you had stopped drinking  and left all of your bad habits. You were also very good to me and you must surely be wondering by now, why did I leave you then and not when you were at your most horrible behavior?

hmmmm.. so to answer your question, I did not leave till you were all better because I still love you and if I had left you at that time, you must have surely drunk yourself to death by now. And I had to leave you after that because I had already given you all I had to offer and now I wanted some time for myself. I might come back to you after few years but that time is still away. I have to still fill the wounds and ease the pain given to me by your hatred towards me.

You will also be happy to know that I have adopted a very beautiful girl and I have named her Asha as a symbol of my Hope for you. She loves you very much and wants to meet you but she is very intelligent girl for her two years of age and knows that she will meet you when the time will come.

You must be wondering what am I doing. I am working as a caretaker in an old age home and I love it here, all the people here are hurt but still after some time they stop worrying and start enjoying their life. Here nobody is rude to anyone because everyone knows each others pain and do what ever they can to ease that pain. I love it here because people just come here everybody accepts and welcomes them and nobody says Goodbye.

Be good and stay good for when I comeback I want you to be just like I left you. I just want that day to be like I woke up after a long sleep.

Forever Yours and Only yours"

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Wish 2

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"What do you wish for most in your life?", she asked me again nth no. of time.

"What else just you and your love," I replied while smiling.

"You are lying. Just like all the other boys you are also interested in other things, not love." She said mischievously and hitting me in the ribs

"Whoa there, that's just accusation. I love you most in the world", I was still smiling enjoying our little game.

Then I grabbed her in my arms then asked her "Tell me then, what do you wish for most in your life?"

"Silly, I already got what I wished for, You, You, and only You. I love you most in the world." She said kissing me.

"Yeah remind me again I just forgot that we married yesterday. It's a strange feeling running away from your loved ones to be with the ones you love." I could not mask the sorrow in my voice.

See I as not selfish that I care only for myself. I am worried, Yes, but not only for me and my family I know how much she loved her family.

But love shows us different ways in life and also gives us different routes to chose from and that decides if we live our life happily or longing for the lost love.

I was the luckier one, after all, how many people can claim to get their first love. Yeah, it was true that we had to run away primarily due to the pressure from my wife's family.

See they are the ones with the money and power and my family well simple upper-middle-class people working hard to make ends meet to trying to provide a better life for me and my siblings.

Anyways now all that was behind us she sacrificed so much for our love I too can leave my family behind it's not like I am going away forever. We will come back when her family accepts us then we will come back to our city and our family.

We decided today that it will be our Wish granting day so we were playing this little game of ours for so long.

Finally, at around lunchtime when we got very hungry I asked her would she like to cook something or should I order something.

At last, it was decided that I will bring packed food for us from one of her favorite Chinese restaurants unfortunately that place didn't have home delivery. So I had to leave my love behind in our love nest for some time;

"Please don't belong, I will die without you so come quickly OK," she said in her sweet angelic voice

"Of course darling how can I stay away from you for more than an hour, I am coming back just like that" With that I was out of the door, after all, I wanted to come back ASAP.

It took me exactly 50 minutes to get back but as I was nearing my building I saw 2 black Tata Safari parked in front of the building. Knowing I have to expect anything I dropped the bike there and ran will full speed to my apartment.

I door was pushed open and there were 10 people in the house along with her brother and they were sitting like house guests. She was terrified but sitting still without saying any word. I for one breathed for the first time since I saw the cars for she was alright. Although I wasn't sure for how long. Her brother was searching for us everywhere my friends had told me, who were beaten by him.

I just don't know how did he found us 2000 Kms away from our town.

"Well Well Well, who will have here? If it isn't my Brother-In_Law a.k.a Jijaji" He said each word filled with a coldness which filled the heart with fear.

"Ho.. Ho.. How did you find us?" I finally managed to find my voice back.

"Of that wasn't easy with you living so far and so low key but still, It wasn't that difficult for me either" He boasted

"Now what do you intend to do?" I asked dreading the worst.

"Oh, you know that already don't you? After all, how can I let you two live tarnishing our reputation." Blurted the bastard.

"What are you waiting for then?" I was amazed by the resolve in my voice, I think when you know for sure that are going to die you get courage which you didn't know you had.

"Oh we were waiting for you to come back so that you can see for your own eyes how we kill the love of your life in front of you," He said as cool as we were just ordering something in a 5-star restaurant

"No you bastard if you even lay a hand on her I will kill you," I said jumping towards him maybe with some miracle we would still be able to outrun him, but Alas! no. before I can reach him, his goons knocked me back and started hitting me I was barely able to hear her cries for help and her pleas to her brother to stop her goons from hitting me.

"Enough, you people stop now" he ordered his pet rabid dogs

I thought maybe he finally remembered that the girl in front of him was his sister whom she loved very much but I guess false honor and pride are much more important for people like them what price does love and happiness have for them.

"Pick her up from the floor you imbeciles" He barked orders for his men

two of the guys rushed forward and each holding her hands picked her from the floor and my love, she was unconscious

to wake her he threw chilled water on her face when she woke all she saw was my bloody face and although she was crying and pleading to her brother to let me go. Her brilliant eyes which were filled with fear just minutes ago were just now filled with pure love and care for me. Those were the eyes that knew that something terrible is going to happen but still there was a promise that no matter what if their life after death then we will continue our love there.

"Hold him tight so that he can't break free but he should be able to see his sweetheart leaving this land for the afterlife. Ha Ha Ha" He said laughing

I simply can't see my love like that I tried to close my eyes but the bastards were keeping them open with their fingers.

then with lightning speed, his hand moved across her throat, and after some time blood started trickling from her neck.

"No, you bastard What have you done don't you remember she is your sister whom you love very much. You can still save her please save her." I was crying now.

"Oh yeah, she is my sister whom I loved and who walked out of our home to leave our family's name in the mud. Thanks for reminding me that she can still be saved."

With that, he withdrew a gun and shot her right in her face 6 times wrecking her beautiful face in a pulp.

I didn't have the strength to see the monstrosity so I don't know when I passed out but woke up coz his men were hitting me and cursing for me to wake up.

I saw towards him my eyes just asking one question "Why didn't he kill me by now?"

and like he understood everything like I asked him aloud "Oh!! I am not going to kill you. Your biggest punishment will be to live without my sister"

"No don't do that, remember you have hated me from the beginning just kill me." I pleaded not to dare to think of my life even for a second without her

"Hmm No, My punishment is much better" he started to walking away

"No, come back! you have to kill me this is my last wish" I said.

"Okay wish granted." He said while he emptied the entire gun on my face


P.S. - My small try to maybe capture the last happy or terrified moments of all those lovely people who were and being slain every day around the world and in India in the name of false pride and honor. Wake up India break the shackles of the old mentality behind his new outlook and lifestyle. 

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Wish

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She struggled with all her might but could not free herself as many men were pushing her down.

She was also crying for the help but no spectator came to help her.

Then the man came with the knife and slit her throat.

Her last wish was that someday people stop eating meat so that goats can live longer.

P.S. - Was going for Fiction 55 but went beyond by  four words. Any way I just hope that you like this attempt of mine better than my last 55er.

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Hidden 5

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My First stab at Fiction-55 will try to remain in limit

He was hidden from their view. Suddenly a lizard ran over his hand but he stifled his shout, he was very brave despite only being 10 years old. We was hungry and thirsty but he was sure that he will not be caught again come what may. He was hiding from Child-Beggar Gang.

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P.S. - Once again Fictional. Its my first try at Fiction-55 so your support and suggestions are requested.

Hidden 4

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He was greedy .. very greedy indeed. Anyone who met Ajay Jauhari will attest to the fact that he was the greediest person they ever met. Tell me yourself the person who is already a millionaire and still look for every possible way to get some more, what would you call him?

Ajay had no intention of sharing his wealth with the poorer people in the country via charity, but he does try new scams every now and then to get his hand on some more money. He crossed the limit when after Tsunami he setup up a national relief fund in the name of helping people. As every person in the world was trying to help unfortunate people caught in Tsunami. They collected Rs. 20 Crores  in the relief fund but instead of giving the money to the people for whom it was intended he vanished with the money.

Ajay also repeated this scheme every time there was some tragedy any where in the world, and collected more than $400 Million by this cheat alone.

But of course people didn't know his real face the one ugly face hidden behind his metro-sexual persona. And whoever found out about him and threatened to expose him, he had them killed.

So, like it happens in our world, Bad becomes Worse and Worse becomes Worst but the powerful people just keep on going with their crimes and whoever dare to challenge them are either bought or killed.

Life was going on our Ajay ji were getting richer and richer and our countries needy poor people were getting poorer. It so happened  that, one day when Ajay was on his morning run, he caught a glimpse of a bag hidden behind the garbage can. Ajay waited for some time when no one was near, picked up the bag and he was very happy for it because to check what was inside he did not even need to open the bag because chain was open a little bit and he could see that the bag was full with bundles of Rs 1000 notes.

Ajay quickly changed his direction and started running towards his home he wanted to count his new catch lest it becomes less. Rubbing his hands together he entered his massive banglow's massive gate. went straight to his room and opened the chain. His heart was doing Break-dance on seeing so much free money. he calculated in his mind that there must be around 400 bundles of 1 lakh rs so that made it Rs 4 Crores. Now he was grinning, and why not its not everyday that find money on road and so many foolish people who might have seen it but cowards they must have thought that it may contain bomb or the bag may be empty.

Ajay started to empty the bag to count the money properly. He quickly picked up 20 or so bundles from top, what he saw made his heart stop.. There was a bomb hidden under the note bundles and its timer was showing a time remaining of 4 seconds... before Ajay could think anything else, the bomb detonated with such raw power that it blew Ajay's entire Banglow away, obviously Ajay body was nowhere to be found.

Just due to this its said that greed is very bad and its the root of all evil, and what's hidden should stay hidden because you don't know if you would like what comes out or not.

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P.S. - As always, this is a Fictional story and any resemblance to any person dead or alive is purely co-incidental. Enjoy