The Song Unsung

She makes sure someone sees the baby basket she has left on the garden bench.

“I am sorry my child but i dont want you to live my life.” she says and left.

With every step away she remembers how she fell for wrong man and how he forced her into body business. She doesn’t want her daughter to be in same situation. She did what she is doing because she was too late to get out of it.  Which woman will like to be touched inappropriately and paid for it? It was her helplessness that she was unable to protest when she was forced into this.

Meri Bagiya Ki Kali
Tu Sada Hi Khilna
Jin Raho Main Chali
Tu Unpe Na Chalna

Far somewhere she heard this song playing.

Translation of song:
My garden’s bud
You always blossom
The paths I ran
You do not walk with them

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Monster

“Our planet earth is under attack. We have to save it.” said Nicholas.

“What’s the scenario Jacky?” Alex asked.

Alex, they are everywhere. The human race is under threat. They are multiplying very fast. They have hijacked all the space stations. All the military and defense services are under their control. They killed millions of people. Half the planet is on fire. Devastation, destruction is everywhere.

“That’s terrible. We have to do something quickly. We can’t let go of our planet to these creepy monsters.”

“They have planted their main ship on the southern coast. If we can somehow destroy that we win.” Nicholas informed.

“Yes, I have a plan.” Alex replied

“Jackson, lock target?” Alex asked him to adjust the position from the above.

“Alex, three feet down. Locked. Freeze.” Entire ship freezes and turned into ice.

“Nick. Shoot.” Alex shouted as he pushed it into the mid of the ocean.

The ship got shattered. As Nicholas used his power on the hard ice.

All the foreign creatures collapsed at their places. And again The Great Trio saved the planet and the human race.

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Comfort or Courage??

“And the Award for the “Courageous Entrepreneur” of the year goes to Parth Oberoi. ”

As he was walking towards the stage he is feeling so proud. His father’s words echoed in his mind.

“My dear son, you don’t have lack of anything. You are the only heir of our business. Even if you do not work you and your coming four generations will live a luxury life. But son ask yourself what you want to choose. You can choose Comfort or you can have courage. You cannot have both. It’s your choice that matters. It is up to you what you want to present to your coming generation.”

Parth was a spoiled brat. The only son of a millionaire. Since childhood he was a pampered kid. Born with a silver spoon, he never knew what it takes to earn money. What is struggle. What courage is needed to live a simple life without all these comforts. As he grew up, late night parties, expensive cars, branded clothes, luxurious style all became a part of his daily life. He was just living his life with no value for money and moral ethics.

“You are nothing without that “Oberoi” after your name.” She said.

“She was right. What’s my identity? People know me as spoiled son of a rich father. Who am I? Who am I without any of these facilities and luxuries. Nothing. I have to make my own name.” That made him think.

“Yes dad, till now I chose comfort, but now I choose courage. I will make my own identity. I will make you proud.” Parth replied to his father.

“I want to dedicate this award to my father” as Parth said this on stage, his father in the very first row can’t stop tears flowing from his eyes.

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Disobedience

Once upon a time there was a king named Amarsen. He was a very kind and humble person. His kingdom, Rajnagar is very prosperous and everyone praises the king for his justice.

When you are growing, your enemies also grow. King Abhayjeet, of his neighbour kingdom Abhanagri started envy him. He wants to defeat Amarsen and capture Rajnagar at any cost. He ordered his army chief, Shivraj to conspire and make a plan as soon as possible. He obeyed his king and began plotting.

Shivraj used black magic and hypnotized king Amarsen. Amarsen began to make wrong decisions, doing injustice. His kingdom begun to fall. Citizens are in the state of unrest. Hypnotized king Amarsen ordered all the young men in the age group of 18yrs to 30yrs to leave the state. Those who don’t obey will be given death penalty.

Kranti, a young and warm blooded man, disobeyed and rebelled. He formed a group of few men. He showed great trust in his king and found out that he was doing this under spell. He with his troop attacked Shivraj and freed his King Amarsen from hypnosis. Later king Amarsen ordered his army to march on Abhanagari.

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Bated Breath

“Karan..Karan..where are you?” exclaimed Rohit.

“Here, come to this room.”

Rohit followed the voice and proceed towards the door at the end of the corridor.

He touched the knob and was about to open the door.

“Rohit what are you doing here? I was looking for you in the whole house” Karan summoned from behind.

“Ka..Karan, I heard your voice from this room.” Rohit turned.

“I told you not to come here. This is a haunted house.” Karan grabbed his hand and dragged him away from the door.

They ran towards the staircase. On the wall, Karan glanced over the mirror. There was only one reflection. Rohit’s image was not in the mirror. Karan turned and looked at Rohit. He smiled (Devilish). That makes his grip loosened. He unhands Rohit’s wrist and started to run downstairs. The stairs began to move. He was running down on the escalator coming up. Suddenly it stopped. Karan held his bated breath. He just stepped on another stair and it disappeared and turned flat into a slide. He slipped. He holds the railing for support. A hand came and hold his hand.

“Karan, what happened ?? how you reached here.? Why are you hanging outside the rails? Come let’s get out of here.“ Said Rohit pulling him up.

“No, leave me,”Karan screamed and released his hands. He falls. He is falling and falling into the deep endless abyss.

“Karan, wake up, wake up Karan.” Karan slowly opened his eyes to the voice.

He found himself in his room, all alone. He was confused as to what he saw was a dream or what. He gets up from the bed and opened the door.

“Where were you Karan, I was looking for you in the whole house? Let’s get out of here,” said Rohit hurriedly.

“Kill him kill him”. Voices start to come from everywhere. They are pacing towards the main door. When they are running out the main door. Karan fell.

“Come on Karan, just two more steps and we are out of this. Get on your feet and run” Said Rohit helping him to stand. Karan gets up and starts to run as fast as he can. Rohit watches him and ran behind him.  

“Rohit Help..Help me “ Karan’s voice keep coming from the haunted house behind.

 

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The Terminal

“Hello passengers, the departure of flight no.1453 going to Paris is delayed by 5 hours due to weather condition.”

“Oh no 5 more hours.  “said Diya annoyingly.

She is all alone on her own for the first-time flight, that too international. She always wanted to go abroad.

1 month ago –

“Ma, Papa, I got selected for the job in ABC Ltd., Paris.” she jumped and shouted in happiness. After checking the email on her laptop.

“Yoohoo, wow. Congratulations, Diya. “said her father.

“how will you manage all alone there” Mom says worriedly

“Maaa… it’s an opportunity. people don’t get this easily. I have to do this.”

“But Diya, you had never lived alone, away from the house.

“I will manage mamma, don’t worry. This is how I will learn.

 

She gets up from the waiting area and starts to walk. It really is a very big airport.

“Now how will I kill these 5 hours.” She says to herself

She enters a bookstore. Since she is not that much a book lover just took one round and came out. Besides is an antique store. She skipped it. Then she walks across the aisle just glancing over all the shops.

“Aah, at last” She entered Starbucks.

“One cappuccino please “she definitely is a coffee lover

“It’s just an hour passed. What will I do another 4 hours” While coming out, she bumped into someone.

Oh, sorry sorry. I am so sorry. Was in a hurry” She said to that person.

What you saying Diya, Hurry..of what. You have 4 long hours. ?? “She murmured to herself

 “It is ok. Don’t worry. I am Dev. My flight is also delayed. Would you mind joining me? “ He says.

“Alright. She hesitantly said.

They both walked together across the length and breadth of the full airport. Dev keeps on telling her about all the stores there and their histories and story behind the business ideas.

“Hungry, want to have pizza or something?” he asked pointing towards Pizzahut.

“Yes, I love pizzas”

They both had pizza. Dev started telling her about the inception of the company PizzaHut and how after initial failures it became such a big brand. Diya is not that much interested in such business talks but somehow she started liking it. They came out and headed towards the waiting area.

“Wait wait… Is that you??“ She picked a business magazine from the newsstand.

“whaat !!! you are THE Dev Dalmiya. The most successful businessman. The man behind the biggest Dalmiya Empire. And still The most eligible bachelor of the country.” She read all in one breath.

“hmm” He smiled and nodded his head.

“what hmm.. you are..”

“Attention, please. All the passengers on the flight no. 1453 are requested to head to gate no. 2 for boarding. Thank you.”

“That’s my flight. Time flew with you. I still can’t believe you are Dev Dalmiya. Nice meeting you. I got to go. Bye.” She started walking towards gate no. 2

He is still staring at her. Smiling. Just before that last turn, she turned.

“At least tell me your name,” He asked.

“Diya Sharma” She replied, waved her hand and goes.

See you soon, Diya Sharma, flight no. 1453, Bombay terminal” He smiled

Will their destinies ever cross the path again??

 

 

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