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Violent Tides, inside and out!

It started with a feeble whisper somewhere in the heavens. With every passing moment, hearts started thumping like a deck sailing on a violent ocean. Emotions endured as it approached further. The gushing breeze served as messengers. Breeze gushed into every nook and corner making every soul aware of the approaching thunder. Moonlight shivered through reflections leaving the eyes awed.

She sat on the shore, with her bare foot. As if the clouds seduced the ocean, it rose with excited tides. None of this mattered. She just sat there singing to herself. Not a soul wandered in that beach today. She was all alone. She whistled and sang with an enormous joy. The ocean and clouds climaxed their romance with a thunderous rain. Sand on the beach soaked as much water as it could, almost as if it was trying to save her from the ruthless pour. She still sat there drenched thinking about absolutely nothing but just singing to herself. She rejoiced in her heart. She had had one hell of a day. It started pouring more and the sand beneath her gave up. The rain finally washed away her sorrows with her very breath. Her last breath was filled with fresh breeze oozing out of the shores. Ocean had taken her life into itself.

Not many hours ago her life was as joyous as a kid with buckets of ice cream! She had it all. A successful career, a loving family, enough money to lead a luxurious life, health as perfect as a hare in the wild! If only she knew that none of this would matter just a few hours from then!!

That fateful day, as her eyelashes made way to the spectacular new rays of sun piercing through the drapes, she saw her most favorite person lying next to her on the bed. She kissed him on the forehead whispering ‘a very good morning’ as he still lay there, sound asleep. She got up to finish her morning chores; got ready for work and left. Later that day she would dread this very moment, but for now it was just a goodbye kiss. As she walked, she felt a ray of bright new hope hitting her on every step and she absorbed every bit of it. She was sure it would be just like any of her beautiful days.

Even though she had everything in life, she gravely missed one little member in her family. But today, her wish would be granted. Her little family would now be complete. She had taken the test herself many times before getting tested at the clinic. She was sure she would have a baby now. She walked into the clinic, waited for her turn and went inside the doctor’s cabin. Her tests had all come out. Doctor told her that everything was perfect and the baby would be perfectly healthy and pink like a fresh bloom. Her joy knew no bounds that very moment. She thanked the doctor and left for work.

Her day at work went as usual with great perfection. She wanted to wrap up work that day as early as possible to go back home. She wanted to break the news to her love, her ever-loving husband. The whole day she practiced how to tell him this phenomenally good news. She wanted to see his expression which would forever change their lives, in a great way. It was evening now and time to leave.

As she walked out she got a great idea to practice more on how to tell him this. As her home wasn’t too far from office, she decided to take a walk. That, she was sure would be a great chance to rehearse. All the way, she spoke to herself, rehearsing her dialogues. That got her quite a few stares throughout the way on the streets, but she didn’t give a damn. She wasn’t sure if she was ready. Even though she had known for a couple of days, she was not able to digest it all herself. So she took a little detour to relax herself at the beach.

The dense clouds had started gathering. It was pretty obvious that it would rain heavily, but it was still bright enough for her to not notice the clouds. She took off her slippers and held it in her hands as she felt every grain of sand sending orgasmic waves through her body all the way to her head. She had fallen in love with this day and it was evident on her face that this day would be her most memorable day in her entire life. She had no idea that this memory would last just a few more moments. As she reached the approaching waves, the dark dense clouds had rigorously covered the sky. Yet her eyes stared at the endless ocean which gave her the feeling of endless joy that she had been relishing all day. By now, the beach was deserted and it had gradually turned dark as well. She reached into the water to have her legs immersed till her ankles. She carried an effervescent smile. That was the last time she would ever smile.

Clouds were now at their mightiest and it started getting violent. Lightening and thunders followed. Clouds were about to burst vehemently to pour endlessly. It was as if the gods knew this would be her last rain. May be that’s why clouds were about to pour like she had never seen before.

She sat there in the shallow water suppressed in her thoughts. As she tried to gather words on how to tell him the news, her memories of last night started gathering as well. She had prepared his favorite dinner. Dinner table was set. She didn’t want to break him the news as yet since she wanted to get the confirmation from doctor the next day. But she wanted to make a perfect mood set for her tomorrow’s revelation. She had been seeing her husband getting stressed out a lot from last few weeks. He looked tied up with his own thoughts. Tonight, she would set it all straight at the dinner table and she had planned to serve the dessert not at the dinner table but in their bedroom! She knew how she could get through to his heart. Just the tummy wouldn’t help her, and she knew it. Dinner was ready and so was the bed.

Doorbell rang and she ran towards the door, dressed in her best. As was the trend from past few weeks, he seemed stressed and disconnected. He didn’t even care to notice how stunning she looked. He went to freshen up and change to his night clothes.

“I have your prepared your favorite dinner!” she said gladly.

“Thanks jaan. I am not very hungry though. I will just have some milk”

“Oh come on!!! Just give a li’l visit to this table here! You wouldn’t leave it for all the money in the world!”

“Please jaan. Don’t force me now!”

“Are you okay dear? I wanted to ask you since a few days now, but we never got time. Is everything alright? You seem a bit too stressed off late”

“I am perfectly fine. If milk isn’t there I will go to bed. I don’t really need it that bad” he said without much interest in this conversation.

“Don’t do this now. I took off from office early to do all this. Please! I wanted to speak to you, but lets wait till tomorrow. I have a news for you! You will love me more.”

“Oh good! Finally there’s some reason!” he murmured staring at the roof as he laid back on the couch! She ignored that, thinking he was just kidding. She was just glad he had found his sense of humor back after a long time! But then he continued “Even I wanted to speak to you from several days hon. Seeing you like this, I don’t know if I can suppress my words any longer. Lets talk”. These words caught her attention but she was still wondering if this was one of his jokes.

“Hahaa… very funny. What do you want to talk? How about starting with compliments on how I look?” she quipped.

“You look great! As always. But I’m serious. I was hoping to talk to you for a long time”

“Well. Ok…. But if this is the tone of you being funny, let me tell you, I don’t like it… at all!”

“I have never been this serious.” he replied with a deep tone.

“Go on” she said as she took out a glass of milk to warm it. She was concerned now.

“We went against everyone and got married. We both knew that we were madly in love with each other. We have had a wonderful time all these years. I wished this would last forever. But…” he was about to complete but went for a quick pause. That tiny second made her shiver. She passed on that shiver to the glass of milk she held. The feeble waves on the surface of milk were just a glimpse of huge tides hitting the walls of her heart. She didn’t like the use of past tense in every instance of his words. She leaned a little to get a clearer sound of what he was saying. She wanted to make sense of it. But her heart thumped louder than his words. But still, she tried hard to listen, gathering herself for this conversation. He continued after a brief pause.

“But…. Dear, we have grown apart since over a year. We don’t have each other when we need the most. Our dreams have changed. Priorities have all mixed up. I have always loved you, but the feeling of that love has started to disappear.” He wasn’t even looking at her. He just stared at the roof and kept talking. She didn’t know if she was listening to him or was this a nightmare. It was all real. This whole time he was giving meaningless explanations about why he thinks this relationship was going down the drain. But, she was in her own trauma. Her perfect life had started to wither down. The love that she believed they had, was starting to look like a demeaning emotion. Milk had started boiling. So was her heart; and so was her suppressed rage. This very moment had changed the immense love into excruciating hate. But she kept it all to herself, still pretending that this was just a nightmare in her perfect life, a perfect husband, a perfect home. With all the rage suppressed under layers of pretension, she spoke with her usual poise “But dear, didn’t you know that this would happen eventually. We have gone past the days of just being in love. We have responsibilities now. We definitely have more responsibilities coming our way. You will know for sure by tomorr…” she was about to complete but then he said the words she never thought she would ever hear from him.

“I know all that. But there’s someone else. I have fallen in love. This time, I know for sure that we would be perfect. She is just like the life-partner I had only dreamed of… She is” and he went on about a woman. The other woman. Her perfect family had a new member. Not the child she was carrying, but another woman he loved. She had lost the sense of reasoning. She reached out and took milk off the stove. She poured it back into a glass. Suddenly she didn’t want any of this to be real. She wanted to erase every little bit of this last few minutes which felt like a lifetime. She shivered more as she saw the sight of her perfect home being shattered into bits and pieces. Her home seemed like a giant pile of dust. She had a strange violent tide raising within her. She didn’t know what she was doing, or why she was doing it. She walked towards a wooden cabinet near the storage area of the kitchen. In the shelf, at the very bottom, she saw her relief. At that moment, she didn’t care what it was, but she was just sure that this would make her nightmares go away. She took the box which had a giant red skull on the box and it had “Poison” marked in giant font. It was as if she wasn’t herself anymore. She took it back to the stove. Mixed it with the milk. Added 3 spoons of sugar, she knew exactly how much he liked. She ignored every single word he had spoken after he mentioned about the other woman. She walked towards him like a zombie, without any feelings for him. She had drained out every bit of love she had for him. He was still talking, she went to him, sat next to him on the couch. She looked him in his eyes, she could see her own reflection in his eyes. That would be the last time she would every see herself in his eyes. She spoke “It’s ok jaan. I understand. You take rest now. We can speak tomorrow and here’s your milk…” she gave him that glass of milk.

She could see his surprised eyes. He was exhausted, but he was equally shocked to see how strangely well she had taken this. For a second, he felt a giant boulder of guilt rolling down his spine. But then, he just had that glass of milk and went to bed. She sat on the couch suppressed in her own emotions and rage. He had just destroyed every bit of soul in her perfect life. She now heard him coughing heavily. His suffering had started. She didn’t want to miss this spectacle. She walked into the room. He was lying on the bed shivering vigorously. She could see the immense shock in his eyes as he saw her. She knew that he had repented his deeds in that very last moment of his life. She could see it. She walked slowly towards him. In a couple of minutes, he gave away his last breath. For her, she chose to see her loving husband in him than the corpse of her betrayer. She took off his slippers. She tucked him well in a blanket. She didn’t want him to get cold. She slipped into her nightdress. She went to bed with her loving husband. She kissed him good night, hugged him and went to sleep. That night, she had the best sleep ever. Before going to sleep, she had made sure to throw away every bit of memory of her dead betrayer. She chose to live with her loving, perfect husband.

Now, sitting in the shallow waters on the beach, witnessing the rage of lightening and thunder, she regained her consciousness. Her violent streaks from yesterday started to haunt her. It all came back to her. She had killed her love like a cold killer. She had poisoned her husband from her own hands. Her smile was washed away in the thunderous rain. She hated what she had turned into. She wasn’t aware of what was happening around her. None of that mattered.

Violent tides inside her had made her take away her husband’s life yesterday; she wanted to give away hers to the violent tides of ocean. She did exactly that. Her very last thought was of this morning.This morning, on the bed, she had kissed her husband on the forehead to wish him good morning like she always did. But today, it was his corpse. Tides took over. She was part of the ocean now.

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Not so much of a story!

“Wow… I can’t believe I slept so long! Honey… What time is it?” he whispered checking for his glasses when he woke up.

“It’s Tuesday!”

“Oh… Well…”

“Yeah…. Friday nights can be long…!”


“Check your messages… There have been quite a few…. I will be back in 3 days… I was about to leave… Let me know how your writing goes this week… The magazine called and I guess the publisher isn’t having a party… unlike you!”

“Oh damn again… kill me now!!!” he lazed his words through as she picked up her bags and left.

It was not a beautiful morning as it had been for the last few weeks. Sun had taken over the landscape. The misty vegetation around the little town on the mountains had now started getting dried up in the naked heat of sun. The clouds which flirted with the mountains had now given up and moved on. Rains were a thing of past. The pleasantries of the nature were now replaced by its sheer brutal humidity. There were just a few traces of the pleasant weather that this town had witnessed in the past few weeks. Lakes were still full and the plants around them still glittered with colors. But it seemed obvious that this was all just a hangover from the past days of romance between clouds and the mountains. And it would all go away soon!

She had dumped all her warm clothes back in her hotel room and had made sure to be as minimal as she could. She knew the terrain and weather together wouldn’t help her carry any huge luggage. She had just carried her camera and a few tops with the only jeans she wore. She had stuffed her bag with more useful accessories which she was sure would be of more use than just clothes.

As she entered the borders of the jungle, she looked around to make sure no one was following her. She had to be sure. She ventured into the woods, taking a deep breath. She knew she would enjoy this, but she wasn’t so sure if she could survive this. After a brisk walk through the dense forest for a couple of hours, she reached the stone hill where she had expected him to be waiting. He was nowhere to be seen. She climbed to the tip and still, no trace of him! No trace of anyone. Not a life. Just the dense, intimidating forest. She waited for more than 3 hours sitting right there where she was told to wait.

Another couple of hours passed and the darkness started to emerge. She had no idea what to do now. She had to find something safe enough to be called a shelter. Rain wasn’t really an issue but the wild animals were. She tried to climb a tree hoping that the heights might save her from the wild. But then she remembered she was more scared of heights than being eaten. Trees were ruled out. She saw two huge rocks supporting each other to form a cave of sorts. She took a few steps towards it. There wasn’t breeze this evening but she saw dry branches moving near the rocks. Just another step closer to the rocks made her realize with a shock that they weren’t branches but a bunch of snakes. She suddenly gasped for breath and let out a feeble scream. She hurried back to a place where it was just plain space and nothing was around it. She sat down and slowly in a matter of minutes she was lying down, deep in sleep. Her subconscious knew she was sleeping in an open space but somewhere deep in her thoughts, or may be in her dreams, she knew she was sleeping on a huge huge rock. She felt a sudden jerk. She didn’t know if it was in her dreams or if it was happening really, but she was falling. She felt her body turn weightless and she was falling into an endless hole. She opened her eyes and there she was falling through absolute void. She struggled for breath. There was nothing she could see or feel. Not even her own body but all she knew was that she was falling. Suddenly she felt as if she was never going to hit a ground and this might be it. Her thoughts started blurring before her. She hoped this was a dream and it would end. She tried to struggle. Her eyes were open but there was nothing visible except that free fall. It was an excruciating pain to her mind more than her body. She still prayed for this to be a dream and her love would wake her up. She wished to have his hands on her shoulders and shake her till she wakes up. To her sheer surprise, it happened just like that. Someone shook her up and made her sit up. She opened her eyes to find herself awake. It was a  nightmare. But no, she didn’t wake up in her room with her husband. Not even at the jungle where she remembered dozing off. He wasn’t there. She found a stranger standing in front of her. He was dressed in a black tuxedo. He had a charming smile on his face. Neatly trimmed and masculine just like she had imagined in her fantasies.

“Wow… I can’t believe you slept so long… Honey, guess what time it is!” he said.

“Excuse me….?”

“I saw you shaking and go crazy about some dream that you might have been having so I woke you up! Dear, what’s wrong?”

“I am sorry. Do I know you? And what am I doing here? This looks like a hotel room! Quite an expensive hotel room!” she exclaimed with a mixture of shock, ignorance and surprise!

“You’re kidding right? Dear, you own this place. I am your husband. We just got married yesterday in this very house!”

“WHAT?! You’re nuts. Take me back from where ever you picked me up or I will call the police”

“Police? For what? And honey… I didn’t pick you up from anywhere. Remember? You picked me up from the jungles!”

“Stop calling me Honey and you don’t look like a fucking Tarzan from Jungles. You’re wearing a friggin’ tuxedo for cryin’ out loud!”

“Ok Stop. Don’t get excited. Just lay down here and I well get our in-house doctor.”

After what she just went through, she was no way going to just lay down on the bed. Something was too damn creepy and she had to find out what the hell was happening around here. She got up hurriedly and went to the door. The door was locked from outside. She ran towards the window. She drifted the drapes apart to check out where she was. A heavy breeze gushed in like a storm and she was shocked at what she saw. She was standing at what looked like a millionth floor on a sky scraper. All she could see outside was just an endless space, where clouds were floating much much below where she stood. She could see nothing else but what she thought was the outermost layer of atmosphere. This very thought made her sick to her guts. She searched for the wash room where she could throw up.

“Oh come on… Not again” she screamed when she opened the door to the washroom only to find herself in the middle of the same jungle in the open space where she remembered sleeping at. Her nerves felt jammed with thoughts and her mind was about to burst trying to make any sense of all of this. At once, she wanted to get back to at least that comfortable bed in that room at the sky-scraper. It was at least an enclosed space. She turned back and back around and turned around everywhere in all directions, but NOPE. She was just stranded in that stone hill. The same hill in the midst of that same huge jungle.

She was confused. She didn’t have a clue if she was in a dream or if she just had a dream and woke up now. Or if she is still sleeping on her bed in the hotel with her husband and this was all together a crazy tricky nightmare. She wished the latter. For a moment, she wished that she would happily trade her arms and eyes just to feel the safe hug from her love, her husband. She hoped…

“Oh shut up. I wouldn’t trade even the dirt on my toenails for your hug. Idiot…! Talk of going overboard” she said with an overdose of sarcasm.

“Oh honey… come on! It was a story with intrigue, wasn’t it?” he mumbled like a little puppy wagging its tail at its owner.

“Stop calling me honey and NO… The story didn’t make any sense at all. You just woke after sleeping for more than 3 days, almost! You are just in a major hangover. Gather yourself and call your publishers. They are pissed!”

“I don’t really know how to end the story. What am I gonna tell them!”

“To end? Oh come on… You hardly started. I lost the plot immediately after ‘my character’ hurries out of the room saying she will be back after 3 days. It started stinking right from there!”

“Oh please…. Don’t say that…! And why is your bag packed? You’re going somewhere?”

“And so you forgot again. I am gonna get in touch with that friend I told you about. Meanwhile, Check your messages… There have been quite a few…. I will be back in 3 days… I was about to leave… Let me know how your writing goes this week… The magazine called and I guess the publisher isn’t having a party… unlike you!” and she left.

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Sprouting Envy

KishoreOnShore - Sprouting Envy

The smell of early morning dew lingered on a pair of fresh sprouts in a glorious garden ! One of the sprouts glittered with the tiny drop of dew on its tip. The feeble sunlight harrowed its way through the dense greenery and striked the dew drop to give a stunning glow to that sprout with a tiny dew drop!

The other sprout watched in envy at its glittering twin ! Both the sprouts have the same freshness of dew and are equally gorgeous but the twin seems to be blessed with a beautiful ornamental glory which the other one had wished. Even though it had the strength of a new born to remain stiff and grow strong, it bowed down with desperation to have what its twin had.

As if the nature heard this little sprout’s distress, a couple of drops of luminous dew floating on a leaf above made their way down and drop on this sad sprout. But the sprout was already down with envy and sadness, it failed to hold that wish it was granted. The dew slips from the surface of this sprout and falls on the ground, wasted. The sprout was so indulged in its own emotions that it failed to even find out that its wish was granted but it just went unnoticed.

Not so far away in the garden, a tiny rodent was approaching. From where it stood now, it saw a fresh sprout illuminating in the midst of this dense greenery. The glow of the proudly shining sprout invited the rodent to serve itself for the breakfast. Rodent hurried and within no time it gobbled its shiny breakfast. The rodent wasn’t even able to see the other sprout which lay there beside, sad. The rodent finished its breakfast and carried on with its business of straying in the garden.

The distressed sprout now suddenly was so happy that she was back with her pride of being the new sprout in the vicinity. It was just a day of pride, because the next day, new sprouts bloomed with more glory than hers. It was the older one now. This is when it missed its twin which would have kept her company. A day of pride, but now back to being lonely and distressed. It now repented its envy after being punished with loneliness.

It now knew that luck can favor anyone, but wish is granted to really lucky ones. Its envy doomed the wish that was granted.

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Despicable Damsel !

Despicable Damsel

Despicable Damsel - by Nand Kishore G (

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Firoz sat alone on the tip of a rock at the foot of a magnificent mountain. The snow-clad mountains formed a valley right before his eyes. A beautiful river rushed her way through the valley crushing trees and boulders on its way. It looked as if the rigorous river split a single mountain into two halves and rampaged its way through, with gorgeous snow-clad trees on its banks. The milky white river crushed everything that came her way, but she nevertheless made sure that she carries all the rubble with her to dump it all at a place far-far away into the wilderness. Firoz captured every little detail of this picturesque valley whose beauty was taken notches higher by this despicable river. He loved the blatantly dangerous beauty of the river. The anger of the river and its sheer coldness looked personified as a damsel dressed in red who was running beside the river, on the other side of the bank, just as boldly and furious like the river. Firoz stood up in awe at the beauty of this lady who ran as if her life was in danger. But then, he watched closer only to realize that she wasn’t running as if she was in danger, but she ran with an attitude of barbarously slaughtering someone with the dagger that she held in her arms. But who was she running after? He had no clue as he couldn’t see anyone else in the whole landscape.

Bewildered by her beauty, he stood up to try to follow the lady in red. She disappeared into the woods even before his eyes could follow her. He just sat at the banks of the river and absorbed the coldness of the river while he wondered who that stunner was. Suddenly, a part of the river where he sat, started turning red. It was stark red  almost as if it was bleeding. The river now looked just like the lady in red who ran beside her. To his shock, it was the blood oozing out of a body which appeared right before his eyes, floating. His goosebumps starting popping one-by-one like popcorn when he saw the same dagger rammed across the neck of a well-built man’s body. The floating body passed the very spot where he sat. The man was alive but struggled to survive the river. Firoz could only see back of the man’s head. Firoz’s toes now touched the head of the corpse. Right then, a bullet came rushing and hit the body’s head to splatter the remaining blood out of the body, but this time partly on the river and most of it on Firoz. This very sight sent an electric shock through Firoz’s body to form a muscular spasm across. His senses were partly paralyzed. After he regained some of his senses, he looked the way from where the bullet was shot. The lady in red stood vehemently on the other side of the river. As he regained enough vision to grasp what the hell just happened, he noticed she wasn’t really wearing red but white. All the blood splattered around her painted the skimpy short dress red, bloodied red. She stood there smiling at the sight of a ball-busted guy who just got splattered in her prey’s blood. She took the gun which she held in her hand to kiss it passionately and winked at this stranger bathed in blood of her victim.

“Finish your soup Preet!” shouted Preet’s grandmother on a breezy cold night. It was past 9 that snowy night, a good old 10 years ago. With no answer to be heard, she glanced through the window to see if Preet had finished her soup. The bowl was empty and so was the seat where the old lady left her 10-year-old grand-daughter. She called out her name again anxiously several times to get no answer. She hurried her way back to the deserted house. The front door was open. Drapes on the window fluttered rigorously just like the old lady’s pounding heart. She searched for the girl several days throughout their little town but in vain. She gave up. She had no more strength to walk an endless road, all by herself. Years passed and she had nearly forgotten everything about her life. Several days later, on that fateful night, window panes smashed as a heavy breeze gushed into her small house. Old lady spent her last sad breath in distress to be taken away from her life. She died.

Years passed and it was autumn again. It was Preet’s favorite season. The misty freshness that spread throughout the jungle would fill up her soul. She loved the way misty leaves would glow with the blood drops of her prey. She knew she killed for pleasure. She would have slaughtered her grandmother if she could, for all the torture that she had laid upon in the name of love. The only problem was that the old lady was too weak and the pleasure of killing would have been a bare minimum. Preet got her pleasure not from the deaths but from the sufferings of those strong preys whom she wished to attack. She had never before failed in her hunt for pleasure. The only time she felt guilty was when she accidentally killed two instead of one. The guilt was not because she killed them but because she couldn’t make the other one suffer enough.  One of the deaths had gone in vain. As a little girl, she was once taken to a psychiatrist by her grandmother to check why Preet was getting such animal instincts. After the psychiatrist termed Preet as an incredible threat to society for her violent mental streaks, Preet felt a sudden urge to behead the psychiatrist’s body and do the same to her stupid Grandmother. She couldn’t do that but she made sure to dump the body of the psychiatrist from the thirteenth floor. She hurried down before too much crowd could gather. She stepped on the splattered blood and pressed her heels on the doctor’s fist. After absorbing every bit of the image that she just created, she quietly walked away and disappeared into the crowd. Preet’s grandmother loved her too much to give her away to the police.

Preet had killed many but no one were ever able to trace her since her murders were all very random. Probably because she always disappeared into her favorite jungles in the midst of snow-capped mountains to ease her nerves and get recharged for her next deathly endeavor. Her formula was very simple. If she liked someone, her very first thought would be to make a tiny bloody fountain out of their heads. She would feel that they deserved to die in the hands of her. She had numerous ways of killing her prey. This was her favorite. Sticking a dagger right through one’s neck to their forehead to pop their eyes out. This time in the valley it was different. For the first time, someone witnessed her pleasurable obsession!

Firoz sat there on the bank of the river, still and petrified. He had lost sense of everything around him. He was awe-struck. For someone who would throw up at the thought of blood, was now covered in pieces of human flesh and freshly brewed blood. She jumped into the river and swam towards Firoz. She swam like an elegant swan but covered in blood. Her eyes sparkled with joy at the sight of a stranger witnessing her hunting. Firoz didn’t have a clue as to what was waiting for him. She crawled her way out of the water and started walking towards Firoz. As she approached, Firoz couldn’t help but notice her breathtaking beauty. She looked gorgeous. Dangerously stunning. May be this very incident turned him insane or may be he was born that way, but he was actually turned on by this sequence of events. Just a while ago he had fallen in love with the stunningly dangerous river and now the river had personified itself to become an equally ethereal beauty. He hoped that she wouldn’t touch him, because if she goes ahead and touches him, he was sure to fall staggeringly in love with this satanic temptress. She walked as if on a runway in slow motion with her pouting lips. Her wet clothes had now merged with her skin and made it no different from her bare self.

“No one has ever seen me do this you know!” she whispered into Firoz’s ear as she bent over his shoulders while she made sure to touch the tips of his ear with her wet luscious lips. She held her hand around his shoulders and grabbed his neck with the other hand.

He fell for her. She had touched him. For a very brief moment he forgot that he had just witnessed a brutal murder. All he could think of was the warm breath of Preet gushing through his ear. His body shivered as she got up, still wet and stood in front of Firoz. They exchanged looks for quite some time.

As days passed Firoz turned out to be Preet’s henchman. He later turned a friend who developed similar interests as Preet’s. After several successful endeavors with blood and daggers, Preet started enjoying Firoz’s company. Firoz was in love with this insanely insane damsel who was surviving on others’ immense suffering, ending in deaths. Even in his strangest fantasies, he had never imagined someone like this. Even his fantasies started changing with the thoughts. He was an entirely different person now. She had dragged him completely into the darker side of humanity, more towards being animals.

Preet’s fondness turned into love. She started to enjoy his company as much as all the killing she did. She got the pleasure of stabbing a helpless prey just by caressing his hair. She got the satisfying feeling of shooting someone in the eye just by touching his lips and getting lost in his deep brown eyes. A boy toy whose company she was enjoying had now turned out to be the first love of her life. She had never loved another human being. Not even her grand-mother. But, she fell in love with Firoz. She never knew what love would feel like. Probably for her, Love meant the feeling that would keep her from killing that person! She wanted to save Firoz for herself.

Months passed and gave way to years. They lived and killed together! It was as if no one cared for all the random murders that were happening in and around this small town. As years passed, Preet started developing streaks of normalcy as she enjoyed being in love more than being the one to kill. An animal caged in a human body was paving way for a girl in love. Firoz on the other hand had almost transformed into an entirely different person. The animal which escaped from Preet had now entered Firoz. Firoz enjoyed not the killing part but the part when he encouraged Preet to kill like a ferocious beast. He did not sense Preet’s lack of pleasure in being the temptress who loved to kill.

That sunny day, after an elaborate swim, she came out of the same river where she had first met Firoz. Firoz now sat at the tip of a cliff from where the river escaped into the jungles. It pierced through the floating clouds to form a beautiful waterfall. The sun was just rising this morning. She walked past the misty forest to reach the tip where Firoz sat. Dew drops on all the shrubs and little plants that she walked past, had left traces of their dew drops on her skin. There was no blood this time, but just her bare wet skin pampered with nature’s priciest dew drops. Her moist skin now glowed in the tender sun rays that flowed on her like a golden mold to form a breathtaking sight. She quite literally looked golden in her bare skin beneath the little white dress she wore. She stood there staring at the virgin sun. Her glare probably made the sun himself t0o embarrassed. He somehow hid himself behind a cloud but the sun rays cut across the gaps to shoot themselves on Preet. She caressed Firoz’s hair craving for some attention. The heat that made Sun himself to hide had now no effect on Firoz.

She sat across him and whispered “Do you remember this place Firoz?”

“Of course jaan. I saw you first at this very place near the river. How can I possibly forget this valley!”

“You know that I am madly in love with you right?” she asked him. His soft hair rushed between her long fingers as she caressed his hair, which gave her senses a sensual high.

“What makes you think I don’t” he answered casually.

“I know I have changed. I have started enjoying things in life which were till now trivial to me. I never looked at another person in the eye without an intent to kill. But now I look at you and all I have for you is Life. Mine and yours. You stopped looking at me with the same passion that you used to. The way you saw me that morning right here near the river.”

“Look at this river honey. Would you still love this river if it flowed like a saint? I love it because it gives me immense excitement by its usher danger” he just mumbled.

She couldn’t believe what she just heard. But she went on to add “Are you not in love with me anymore?”

“I don’t know. May be I am. I am in love with the personality who shot a helpless man right before my eyes and winked at me. I am in love with that nasty devil in you. Are you saying that you don’t have that devil in you anymore?”

“I never felt so low in my entire life. Just when I thought you would fill all the gaps in my soul, you have slit it more”

Without saying anything, he plainly turned towards the sun which had now emerged out of the clouds. Something suddenly flashed in his mind and he had a straying thought. He wondered how would it feel to see the death of this new Preet who had killed his love. But as he always did, he never killed anyone by himself. All he did was give Preet enough reason to give him the pleasure of witnessing death right before his eyes. He had a sudden urge to make this new Preet kill herself. That would be the most pleasurable act he had ever thought of. His love and Preet’s life was now about to climax in this very spot where it all began.

Firoz now turned towards the teary eyed Preet and said “Jaan, after all these years being together, I have realized what you want, better than what you know about yourself. You had once told me why you had the thought of killing your grandmother. The act of killing someone who you loved so much was the utmost pleasure you could possibly get. Over these years, you have started loving yourself so much that you are losing to yourself. It’s the right time to kill your new personality. You love yourself the most. Now you know what to do with this dagger.” he smiled mildly and handed it over to Preet.

She had gradually forgotten about her most basic instinct to kill in all these years with Firoz. She now knew he was right. She stared at the sun for several minutes hoping that all her love for Firoz would evaporate. She felt like the river which ferociously jumped a great deal to form a beautiful waterfall. She had never had any sense of reasoning as she was more of an animal than a human being. She decided it all had to end.

Firoz looked at the transformation of Preet he himself had triggered. She was glaring at the sun which had now again disappeared behind the numerous dark clouds. There was hardly any light piercing those heavy clouds. It had all turned dark but the transformation of Preet from being a young girl in love into her previous self of being a despicable damsel was eminent. This very moment he knew her look wasn’t of someone who was about to kill herself but of the one who would trade all the pleasures in the world, just to see a dagger stuck through his heart. He rose from where he sat, ready to flee. She was just reborn the way she was born, and the credits went to him.

Bare foot, Firoz was now struggling his way through the jungles running away from the woman he fell in love with. He didn’t dare to turn back to take a look at Preet chasing him like an animal. She chased him all the way down to the mountain, all the while screaming and roaring. She held that dagger firm, ready to strike Firoz’s heart and split his heart into pieces. All the way she thanked Firoz for making her love herself again. She now chased him on the banks of the glorious river. She was going to give him an equally glorious death. A sharp twig got stuck in Firoz’s foot and Preet jumped right beside him with her dagger like an animal. As he struggled to get away, she grabbed his neck like a tigress and kissed him passionately. For anyone, it would have looked like a kiss filled with intimate love but Firoz knew it was more like a tigress licking her prey’s skin to feel the prey before killing it. He was right. She moved her lips away from his with an extraordinarily dangerous smile but with giant tear drops that ran down her cheeks. Before the tear drop could fall on the ground, she stuck the dagger right through his neck. Blood from his body splashed on whatever was left of her white dress. It looked red now. She shivered as if she just had an orgasm and loosened her grip on Firoz. His dying body gathered all the strength and got away to run. He ran like a deer who just escaped a tigress’ attack. She again chased him. He escaped into the bushes. She didn’t lose sight of her prey. Firoz fell into the river as his body found it excruciatingly painful to get away. He hoped that the river he fell in love with, would now rescue him from Preet. But he was right, the river looked like a personified Preet as it slowed down drastically to give Preet enough time to do the final attack. She took out the gun she had tucked in her belt and pointed at his head. She pulled the trigger like a hunter and hit the target right through. The head burst out into blood to form a little fountain of sorts. The blood splattered on the man who sat right on the other side of the river. Preet smiled at him outlandishly and winked.

Firoz, who died moments ago had now seen his life flash through his eyes like it was yesterday. He wondered if this is what it would feel like after death. Moments ago he had wondered who this despicable damsel was, who ran  behind a stranger with a dagger. She was Preet, the same Preet whom he had loved. Same Preet who killed him. He had wondered who this stranger was, whose body was floating right before his eyes on the river. It was his own body. He had just witnessed every detail of his glorious years with Preet a whisker away from his life and his senses. He had seen himself burst into pieces of flesh.

In the midst of all this, he felt a warm whisper which sent shivers through his soul. It was the same breath that he had felt, sitting at the same spot a few moments ago. It was Preet again. She whispered “No one has ever seen me do that you know!” as she held his arm. Before he could digest what just happened, he saw the corpse of Preet floating past his corpse. River carried both the bodies with it to leave them free into the wilderness where they belonged. The bodies fell from the waterfall and disappeared. Preet and Firoz held their hands as they watched their bodies disappear forever. She winked at the boy toy she found again, with a smile of course and mumbled “Lets give some of our love to the dead with our dagger !”


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Slice of an eye!

After weeks of thunderous rains, the day shone like a rich bride heaving herself with gold. The wet roads, or whatever was left of the roads, the fallen trees and destroyed bamboos everywhere made it look like the bed after the first night. Rain gods knew how to romance the rustic earth. Not that earth would be complaining, she knew it all would climax with something this beautiful like this very day.

In the midst of this romance, in the luscious green Manipur, staring out of the window from her bamboo hut, Maria knew her day wouldn’t be any different from the previous 4 years. She was sure that it would just end in an endless wait. Those tiny slices of eyes that adored her beautiful innocent face, had every possible trace of that endless wait. Little did she know that her wait would finally end today!

“Yoimayai Khongsai…?” yelled a stranger as he knocked on the door. The last time she heard her full name from someone was around three years ago when she was sent a letter from her husband, Lalboi Khongsai. The letter just had enough information to let her know that he was now at Kashmir as a Border Security Force personnel. She didn’t even have an idea if the letter was actually written by Lalboi. It just had those precise details, without anything addressed to her personally. She wondered if the person who wrote that letter had any time to write. It was like a hand-written telegram just before someone died. It was this thought that killed her everyday. The couple just had each other. Although they had their relatives who lived far away in different tribes, there was no communication between any of them since their marriage 6 years ago. She was alone, on top a hill, in a bamboo hut, living on herbal soups and an occasional chicken sautéed rice, to ease her craving for a delicacy. Her every day was a routine which just had around three events in the same order! But today, a stranger’s voice calling out her full name was something new since three years.

Around 5 steps from the window and she had walked all the way to the opposite side of the hut to the door. Taking a quick peek through the gaps of the bamboo door, she saw a man in uniform. She was sure it wasn’t Lalboi. But she wasn’t sure who he was. She shivered as she opened the door. The man outside immediately saluted her and said something in Hindi. She didn’t understand a word. She could just see the grief in his eyes. She was glad she didn’t understand anything. She did not want to understand anything that might end her wait filled with hope all these years. But the grief in that man’s eyes definitely stirred her thoughts to churn out some depressingly devastating assumptions.

Days passed and gave way to numerous months ahead. Years passed. She had now accepted the fact that she was alone now. She had her own hut and the whole hill as well. Trees around her hut probably knew her loneliness and they definitely tried their best to keep her company. They housed some beautiful birds. Gave away juicy fruits. Showered dew drops on her as she plucked flowers underneath. The creepers around the trees sometimes swept their tender stems around her to give her a sense what she missed from her long-lost husband. In the midst of all this natural gestures from the nature itself, she stopped missing Lalboi. She started to cherish those moments because she had not one but many of her husband’s sensations all around her hut.

That day, she cut across the misty fresh air, danced her way on the grass through to the door. She had forgotten how a human’s presence around her would feel. She had not seen another human in years. But she somehow felt that lost sensation in her this time. She knew there was definitely someone inside. She waited outside the door for a few minutes before getting in. She was scared. She was angry. She was curious. She was restless. At some level, she was even happy for having realized that she was indeed alive in the same human world. She peeped in and took miniature steps to see who it was.

Months had passed and she had fallen in love with a small boy who had strayed into the jungles and had smelt the chicken. He was slurping the soup while he enjoyed the fresh peppers garnished on it. She had first felt a shock but then after seeing his hungry innocent eyes, she had managed to accommodate another living person in her world. She had nothing to lose. For Maria, the little boy was like a child she never had. She knew a small kid like this boy couldn’t leave her deserted like Lalboi. She taught him to cultivate vegetables, to sow seeds, to pluck flowers, to fix their bamboo hut when the storms left it messy. She taught the boy everything that Lalboi knew. She taught him to take care of her. She taught him to live, her way.

A gun was something she had just heard about. She had never seen one. Finding it within the bamboos hid somewhere in the roof was that last thing she could have expected. There have been no person in this hut since she built it years ago except the little boy who had been living with her since months. She had never cared to ask him about his life before. She was just content with what she had got from him, in the present. But now, she had to know. She pulled out the gun and headed out to ask him. He was lying on the misty grass bed staring at the cloudy sky. He was probably counting clouds and trying to make sense out of the shapes it formed.

The innocence of this very sight of the little boy staring at the clouds with a mesmerized look, changed her mind. She threw away the gun in the bushes and headed back to routine life. Over the next few days, she noticed the kid was pretty disturbed and didn’t enjoy his days like he used to. Hardly a couple of weeks had passed and the boy disappeared into thin air. She got up one day to find him missing from everywhere she thought would find him. She searched him for many days around the little hill she lived. She was scared to go beyond the farthest boundaries she had ever been.

The thought of sudden disappearance made her restless for many nights. But yet again, Maria made peace with her loneliness. Her life was a little different from what it used to be till a few months earlier. The vacuum that the little boy left in her life was imminent but that didn’t stop her from getting back to her previous life. She was back being a part of the nature in its true sense.

As she plucked those juice ripened button peppers, she felt a shiver down her spine when a rustic hand rubbed across her naked shoulders. Before she could grasp any sense of what was happening, she was stranded on the floor of her hut. 3 men in uniforms yelled in excitement and laughed their way into her soul. One of the men held the gun that she had thrown away in the bushes a few months back. One of the men held a bunch of shrubs in a sack. As she moaned for help, she realized that those shrubs were the same that had mysteriously grown somewhere down the hill around the same time when the little boy had strayed into her hut. It had gotten wild and had gone uncontrolled after the boy disappeared. She had only heard of those mysterious herbs which were not to be grown anywhere, and was pretty much abandoned by everyone. Yoimayai knew she was going through the most horrific moment of her life right now as she was bitten and eaten by these monsters. She laughed at herself thinking of the pieces of chicken she used to quarrel with Lalboi. She always wanted the best cooked chicken. That light moment flashed in her subconscious as she equated herself to that piece of seasoned chicken being the source of heavenly pleasure. But this time, she was only giving it but not indulging in one herself. She was left torn.

After years of being estranged by the humankind, she found haven in the innocence of a boy who she later realized was just using her to grow weed. Probably he felt insecure after his gun went missing. Within a few months she met another three men. Probably she wouldn’t even recognize their faces if she ever meets them again. She was too much at awe and petrified to even realize that she was gang raped by three men in her own hut in the midst of her very own nature. She felt helpless as the breeze, trees, creepers, flowers and peppers just watched her being used like a toy for carnal pleasures.

Again, months had passed. It was almost a year since that disgraceful day on the tiny hill of Manipur. A dreadful wilderness had grown on the hill with a dense silence. The grass had grown taller than the herbs. Some trees had fallen without anyone to care for them. There was no clue of color from the flowers which were once visible from down the hill, once upon a time. The whole hill now looked deserted. There was no sign of a living soul anywhere around the broken hut. Amidst all this, a familiar but estranged voice was heard. “Yoi….” yelled a man with distressed voice. The last time this voice had echoed this land was almost a decade ago when Lalboi bid adieu to his beloved Yoimayai. He had returned. He ran across the wild hill to reach the hut at the very top. He stepped into the hut with a little hope to see his sweet innocent Yoi breathing. His hope came real. She was alive, but the very state of her life made him choke his heart. It pained him to see her naked, dry bruises. Slandered hair, dry scaly lips were the least of his worries, but her very existence in such a state wished he had not been able to see her alive, not in this life at least.

He took care of her without uttering a word. He dressed her fussy wounds which were unattended for months. He bathed her, hoping to cleanse not just her bruises but her pain. He fed her with fresh food. He cleaned the hut. He trimmed the bushes and huge bamboo grass that had grown all around their hut on the hill. He made everything intact just the way it was before he left. But every single thing he did was just to make her feel at home again. He wanted her to know that her Lalboi was back. He never intended to ask her about what she went through. He could possibly do it much later. He didn’t say a word about his abduction and him being held hostage for over 7 years. He didn’t want to ask her about the messenger in uniform that he had sent to convey her that he was alive but as a hostage. He didn’t know if she had understood his friend’s words, because she could hardly speak any other language other than her native tongue. Every single thing that had gone past in the past decade had torn them apart. All he wanted now was to see her just the way she used to be. But, he didn’t speak a word to her.

“I am sure you are wondering what the hell happened to me. Well, I’m glad you asked! You were dead to me” she murmured one fine day after a few weeks. “I didn’t really hope that you would come back. A man in uniform came a few years ago to tell something and I assumed it was about your death. A lot has happened these years since you left. I was alone. I had somehow found happiness in my life, but then I got raped by three men. I got betrayed by a kid. I got stranded in my own garden. I kept living these past few months just because I lacked the strength and courage to kill myself. I wish I had died. I did not want to see you. I wish I had died when I was of the impression that my Lalboi had died years ago. Now I feel more sad that you were alive and you let all of this happen to me. At some point I was fine being a widow to a soldier. But if being a soldier can do this to their loved ones, I wish they stop making new soldiers. I am very sure there are women and families who just stick to their pain and sorrows just because their support is striving hard for their beloved country. But don’t you think they deserve a minimal attention from that same nation? I do. I didn’t know that I did before, but ask me and I would say… yes!” Silence is the best answer Lalboi could come up with.

Several days passed and Yoimayai had somehow recovered. Lalboi had groomed the vegetation around their hut to be just as pleasant as it used to be before. On a sunny morning, a man in uniform knocked on the door and called Lalboi’s name. She saw him go to the door and speak to that man. She knew it would be another summon for him to get back. But Lalboi closed the door and came back to her. What he spoke next made her comfortable but at some corner she wished to see the patriotism she had seen in him 10 years back. His words “After what this nation has done to you, I would leave it, but will never leave you alone, ever again Yoi”

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