Pulse


When everyone blamed him, he decided to kill himself through an indecent feather at the end. An attempt that could bring ‘some’ orderly endurance for a human being. A very simplest way to dictate against the independent realities of anyone’s life. Yes, he thought of committing suicide, the best solution to escape from what he was for them. But how? He began seeking information for the best way to execute this haughty action through various links. Many among them were substantial ones, though he seriously lacked the ‘innocence’ of doing it. Regardless of all these audible thoughts, there was an untiring hope inside his subconscious mind to abridge the life he deserved to a smaller part of a planet so called earth where he already did many unnoticed wonders before . Of course, this was the major reason behind their deep rooted offenses against him and his actions. 

While he had taken the knife from the table nearer by, there was a depressive fear inside him. “Is it sure that this would definitely work?”, he thought. Somehow that young man dissected his left arm alone using the glittering face of the well polished knife. Within a short span of time, a ‘brave’ soul commenced his final trip away from a sarcastic world, or else which was supposed to be a tentative one for him with many unleft question marks.

2 days

New York
21st July 2002
09:55 pm

This wasn’t her first time of repeating the same fault. But it was a quiet accidental incident this time though. She was terrified about her mom’s reaction, and hence that young girl decided to stay outside the main door of her home on that misty midnight, eagerly waiting for her step dad’s arrival from the work site. Isha, that was her name. Born as an Indian by birth and currently residing in New York along with her mom and step dad for 3 years. She lost her dad in a plane crash when she was 6. The incident had seriously put a negative impact for her small family and Isha completely lost herself personally after the disaster. Radhika, her mom always shouted at this young-beautiful teenager’s naughty and lazy actions for no reason in everything Isha do and that was why she really did hate her own mom and loved being in contact with Robin, her step dad. Even on that shivery cold climatic condition, her only intention was to wait for Robin to get back home.

22nd July 2002
12:15 am

Gradually, the climatic conditions started to change. The temperature began to fall down drastically and Isha felt so unsafe with it. She couldn’t withstand the naive climatic condition present there anymore with the jacket she had, but still lacked the confidence for knocking the door just behind her. Suddenly she noticed a fatty-middle aged women who were in a traditional Indian saree wear with a black sweater above it, opened the door in a much louder voice.

“Isha…! Where were you?”, she shouted.

“Mom…! I was… I was at Rohan’s home. We had a few common discussions regarding the project that must be submitted on tomorrow.”, Isha said in a hurry.

“I see…! How dare did you lie to me?

“I don’t think so, Mom. Believe me if you can! Even if you can’t, please do leave me alone. You see, I’m too tired and need some sleep now.”

“Are you a hooker or night bar girl to come back home so early like this? Huh? Let me see what I could do on your case. Get in for now!”

Isha painfully accepted the stout lady’s trust and faith on her and looked like a half-witted girl, still in a shy mood. 

“Why under the name of holy shit she had given birth to a girl like me”, she thought.

“Get in……!”, Radhika proclaimed at her unlucky daughter again.

Isha estranged herself from mom by walking directly towards her room upstairs. She locked the door from inside for avoiding another war fight of words between her and mom. While sitting on the bed in an angry mood, the young girl came to note a beautiful, but the upset image of a girl in the mirror which was held opposite to her bed. Isha, in a hurry, started to follow the mirror like someone who hadn’t ever seen her reflection on a long glass piece and willing to find the dynamic reason behind its magical appearance. She stood there in an excitement for doing an experimental naughty action, which might even lead to the origin of another stewed observation from her mom’s side. She stripped off her clothes one by one, from the jacket to panties.

She gazed at her nakedness, enlarged breasts, red marks on both sides of the stomach, and hid the vaginal region with both fingers, as if something had happened! While looking at the mirror, she viewed a teenager who had lost herself and beyond the self-control few hours back at her boy friend’s home. The time they had spent together, on a common bed, might be the right opportunity to her boyfriend who had been waiting for a moment like this since they’re in relationship. But for her? She didn’t really mean to be a part of a physical activity with him. At one point, they did it, although she wasn’t mentally prepared to have sex for the very first time with a guy.

After taking a deep breath, Isha took the marker pen that was placed on the table below the mirror’s frame.

‘I’m not seeking for a life she deserves, this is all about me. Only me!’
Isha

Writing this in an orderly fashion on the mirror, her eyes were filled with tears. She laughed out loudly at those scripts she had written and went back to the lucid-stately memories years back she had with her dad. 

22nd July 2012
07:30 am

“Isha! Open the door. Hello…”, Robin yelled from outside of the room, though only the stagnant sound of the moving clock’s needle was heard from inside. Robin felt something went wrong regarding the atmosphere he had been facing there, and hence pulled the door from outside to break the chains his sweet daughter had kept. 

It wasn’t the right moment for a lovely dad to see her daughter’s lifeless body dangled on a strong piece of rope there! At one corner of the room, his young daughter’s randomly scribbled words were shining in a very meaningful pattern in the mirror. Perhaps, it included everything as a description against what she was…

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A Volition for Love: Part 2!

Note: My apologies for the delay in posting the 2nd part of this series! Since I was little busy in dealing with some personal concerns, couldn’t  update it in the exact schedule though. I would like to share this story in a countable number of parts, so that you can read it within a short span of time and get the contents at its max depth. Hope you all will enjoy reading it and the 3rd part is on the way.Those who haven’t read the first part can check that out here:

* https://myindividualinsights.wordpress.com/2012/09/07/a-volition-for-love-part-1/


“I had never thought of falling from being single in to a relationship, even though I had got enough proposals from my school as well our college. It would be a harsh rebound for you that, during the last academical year, one among your friends had a CRUSH on me and he was supposed to hear the same response that you wish to hear from me right now with much hope. Let us be friends, dude! It’s a matter of fact that yours is a PURE natural CRUSH, a teenage guy can have on a gal. Hence I’m not taking this as a serious note from you and please don’t disturb me with this kind of requests.”
Take care,
Christina.

He got a text message from an unknown number by the late night on that special day! With the much awaited action, he suddenly called back to that number from which he had got the text message.

“BEEPS….. BEEPS…. The number you are calling is currently switched OFF! Please do call again later.”

“Oh my god! You are an IDIOTIC savior of mine, who don’t have any dignity on me always. Is this a “fight to the finish” gaming or something going on in between us? Mine isn’t just a CRUSH or INFATUATION and I don’t know how to prove it in front of her. I’m really gasping out under a forge of excess perturbs from her. I can’t respire anymore under the damn crappy circumstantial worst situation like this”, Mike thought.

That night was just a crusty one for him. He couldn’t sit or stand or can have a nap at least all because of the stabbing turbid situation, which was supposed to face on that night. His phone continuously showed notifications for the received calls from his mates, who all are just utter OFFAL clusters for him at that instant. Mike went out alone on his wheeler to the pub for some relief and had excess sips of highly addictive stuffs, which he hadn’t drunk yet.  While taking his 7th sip, Mike took the mobile from his pocket to check out the number from which he had received the text, since his eagerness to know the fact behind this was at its PEAK. But that activity misleads to expel a message in front of his mobile screen, which shows 13 missed calls from the same number! He called back again and the reply was the same one, when he called her for  the first time.


“Holy Crap, this time too… Committing SUICIDE would be FAR FAR better than facing these dilapidated unconditional objections! I really hate this damn crap flusters”  

It was almost 3 ‘o’ clock in the morning by that time! He went back to home with a decision that, this day would be an indiscernible one for him. For what purpose she had called me back? Why she isn’t responding for my calls? Did she call me to convey the same info that was shared via the text message? A wide variety of queries came to his mind, which don’t have any placid answers to refrain with him. Let it be a positive or negative end, Mike mauve it with a POSITIVE attitude for the survival of his affection by meeting her at college on today.

*To be continued…..!

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Thanks,
Rahul

Palisade of Love

She dozed under the dreary sunny rays;

Which helps at least for feeling some warmth over her whole body.

Even though her fellow beings stares and supports her in a mindful way;

She was still looking at the corner of a chair besides her.

He was everything similar to a comic clown for her;

Who always wish to see her with the glory of happiness, smiles and love.

The relationship they own was some genial moments of understandings;

That must be a lively example for everyone alive those days. 

It was a minor accidental death,

Which separates them with the sores of spineless future.

There is a deal which sustains in between them;

That both of them are equally dependent and living for each other.

But the faith that they supposed to face was so horrible;

Where his soul goes away from the manly hearted body.

She suddenly arises from that silent corner;

Walks like an insane gal of turgid talks;

No one in this world could separate us;

And that innocent beauty pierces the sharp pointed knife in to her empty stomach with all sorts of pain.

I’m still in love with you dear;

Which was the breathless words spells out finally by that spirited lady.

                                 Thanks,
                                  Rahul