A Love Story? – Chapter Eighteen

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“I do not, I, uh, I do not, but I just can’t stop feeling like there is a part of me that does belongs to her. See, I told you I feel guilty for a reason. Maybe I did cheated on you, after all.”

“How? I mean I, uh, I don’t understand why do you feel you cheated on me. You didn’t slept with her, right??

“No, not about any of…” my voice trailed away. I didn’t know how to verbalize it, so I just simply decided to give up and said, “Would you mind if we talk in the morning?”

I would have understood if she would have said no but then again, she was the least judgmental one, wasn’t she, so she simply said, “Sure.”

And as I fell on my side of the bed and settled, staring at the ceiling fan, my thoughts drifted back to the morning Sandhya cried, the morning we cried together. How could I put the memory away and find my way back to the normal again. What the hell is normal anyway? These thoughts were something I couldn’t control. They were finally emerging from the darkness a little. My eyes had long adjusted to the darkness and yet it felt as if they were burning.

On that particular morning, once our false sense of comfort was shattered with the reality of Sandhya’s confessions, wait, why were they confessions? She wasn’t guilty of anything. All burn out one day. Her innocence was destroyed, the asshole who did it lived his life the way patriarchy allowed him to. Afforded him to. And yet Sandhya was broken. How was that justice? How was that humanity?

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A Love Story? – Chapter Seventeen

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Night had fallen. faded darkness, and no hint of anything else. A gentle draft flowed in the otherwise dark room and sent a chill running down my spine. The night had started to get cold.

Harriet B Stowe once said, “The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and for deeds left undone.” These were the words that kept going through my mind as I was lying on my bed, gazing at the night sky through the window. It was a beautiful night, the sky was mostly clear with spots of stars twinkling here and there, becoming spotlight in the dark for forsaken souls. It did look like a storm was coming from north, maybe in few hours. Mine was already there.

“What is wrong, Atul?”

“I don’t know, Radhika, maybe you know, uh, you know, just forget I said anything, alright?”

“How long are you planning on keeping whatever is eating you from the inside? You do know, you can tell me anything. Isn’t that the point, dear?” She replied with a dead serious look in her eyes.

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Reference Images for Landscape Sketchbook #1

Well, since the time I started this blog, I’ve been focusing more on my writing, (Psst, 102 posts and only 9 sketches) than sketching. So, I’ve planned that tonight I’m going to do some quick thumbnail sketches using few reference photos that I had taken yesterday and maybe, then we’ll see which one would be appropriate for a finished ink sketch.

As, I work primarily with black ink, all the images are converted into grayscale. If you would particularly like to see one of this get converted into a sketch. Let me know. So far, I’m planning on the first one.

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And the Winner of The Six Word Story Challenge is…

This week’s entry, “Being an idealist, everything seemed broken,” finished on 2nd place. Let me extend my thanks to anyone who voted for me.

Sometimes Stellar Storyteller

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Happy Friday Storytellers!

How quiet was this week’s Six Word Story Challenge without trE? I can’t remember a single weekly challenge without an entry from that sassy, fun-loving WordPresser. I am going to miss her story entries and words of encouragement to all other authors. I hope she comes back to blogging one day soon!

For now, the poll is closed and your votes have been counted. There can be only one winner and this week the victorious story is one that plays on a sad, continuous loop through so many people’s lives.

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A Love Story? – Chapter Sixteen

I’m exhausted. Forty five hundred words in one day. Phew, man, I should get a noble prize. Well, few clarifications, I wrote this chapter in one hour and I do not have the strength to sugarcoat and ornate every line. So, bear with me for this one. After all, all these chapters, they are first draft for something bound to be great. Oh, I just cannot stop. Narcissistic Piece of…. You fill the gap.

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I had just finished typing and putting my phone on the coffee table when the creek of the staircase made me realize the reality with which my confrontation was inevitable. Radhika was coming upstairs. The moment of truth. We all look for certain something, to fill that void, you know, but my silent friend, nothing in the world can fill the emptiness that is left by someone close. It’s a hard reality but one we need to keep in touch with. The way to move on is to know when that reality sets in. That was the moment it was meant to happen for me and Radhika.

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100th Post – An Interview With A Narcissistic Piece of Shit

This particular post has been planned by me for quite some time, hmm, since August 2nd to be accurate. Post number 100. Now that is interesting.


Four awards, three nights, if I’d said I was feeling excited that would have been the understatement of the year, well, the month at least. And before some self-righteous saviour of humanity tells me these blogging awards are a gimmick to increase web traffic, I’ve got two words for you, fuck you.

Now one of my friends, not the blogging kind, the real kind, told me I’m generally a very nice person who keeps a lot in his silence but when I write I become someone who is too rude, aggressive and has an attitude. Well let me clarify something, I’m usually like that, at least to hypocrites. I was nice to her, sorry, I am nice to her because she has an equally curious interest in writing. I know, I just ended up being a hypocrite. I guess, even I judge others after all. Or maybe it’s all in my head.

Oh wait, that gives me an idea

Talking to yourself, that’s not madness. Everyone talks to themselves, one way or another. Not talking to yourself, now that’s where true madness lies. There are certain mornings when you just wake up defeated, today was one of those mornings. 29 days, 99 posts.

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A Love Story? – Chapter Fifteen

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So, do you ever feel like that there was more to your life than the reality you are living now? Yes, I’m talking to you again, my silent friend. Did you? Well, I do and I’ve felt that way for as long as I can remember. What if I had a higher calling? I like the sound of that, “Higher calling.” How hard it was for me to write the first page that I ever wrote. You won’t believe how many times I procrastinated. And the reason was always the same, I was afraid and almost always I would end up giving writing before writing anything. We all have that basic human instincts, fear, doubting ourselves, it’s our inner struggle to fight and overcome those basic flaws and be the person we want to be, we choose to be.

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A Love Story? – Chapter Fourteen

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Once we controlled our laughter, Radhika started making tea. I know I said I’m a coffee person but there is something truly beautiful about Radhika’s tea. I just cannot deny myself the pleasure. Tea or coffee. It seems as if an artist’s hands just cannot do any wrong. We had laughed for quite some time until then. Yet Radhika couldn’t supress some random giggles here and there, as if she was having just too much fun to just let it go.

Once she had simmered the tea long enough, she poured it into two cups and handed me the larger one. We stayed quite for a while after that, blowing little breaths to cool the tea, and taking little sips in-between from our respective cups.

“So, anything else happened? Anything other than T-shirt department?” Radhika asked me as a little chuckle escaped her mouth.

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Landscape Sketchbook #6

Well, it’s not actually a quick sketch or even a study. This one was my first attempt with acrylics on canvas. A finished painting by Nitesh Mishra.


I almost died of laughter.

Laughter is indeed the best medicine.

A Thought Process

I’m tired. The kind of tired where you sit blurry eyed at the breakfast table, slumped over your every day bowl of tasteless cereal. Chewing your food, seems to be a task too demanding, too strenuous. All you want to do is loose yourself to the comfort of your warm, cozy bed but you just can’t, so you stare at the unappealing bowl overflowing with milk that just feels too white , and then your head lolls forward, randomly sticking in the air for a moment and , before you know, it lands heavily into the bowl, splattering milk all over your hopes. How cruel is that? Can’t a woman, even sleep off her stress.

I guess no. Just when I thought my day couldn’t get worse, it actually got better. You know that feeling when someone cracks a good joke and though you just want to shun them off…

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