The art of tragedy

“Boil the milk, carefully. Ok?” Said mom as she had another work.

“I will care it like a baby.” I replied innocently.

Mean while phone started beeping. “You left me, here to die alone?” Roared phone.

I felt sympathy for it but milk was settled in the pan looking at me in disgust, “who the hell is she to make me boil, I will boil whenever I want!”

I sprinted towards my room. Just .01 second and boom! Milk spilled out as if it was waiting a century for me to leave! “Oh shit!”

“What happened?” Mom’s sound came from the backyard.

“Don’t worry. I will save you.” There enters my super man brother.

Not all superheroes wear underwear outside, always. Some wear it inside, wash and put out to dry it too.

His glory, gleamed in the invisible rays which circled him as he stepped towards me.

“My sweeetttt..Bro..”

“Mom, she spoiled the 1 litre milk and burned your pan. Come fast. I will hold her.” He yelled.

“But it’s only half litre and only some spille..d.”

Well, before I could complete, everything was over!

Never, I repeat never trust your brother in such a grave situation especially when you haven’t given that last chocolate you had!

Jokes apart, someone please call the ambulance. Don’t forget to put that “Tu..Du..Tu..Du..” sound.

A dreadful 3 a.m.

It was around 3 a.m. when my father got a call from one of his friends telling that his family has got food poisoning. My father reached his home and hospitalised him, his wife and child.

His friend is the only son but his parents are living in a separate house.

My father insisted to inform his family but was denied to do it.

He lives in a rented house as he loved to become a father and husband more than their son.

I guess, along with his house his values were also rented!!

On the top of that, his wife always blamed and accused them every time for making and not making mistakes!!

But my father somehow contacted his parents without having a hope due to the wonderful deeds of their son against them!!

Later my father went out to buy medicines and when he returned to hospital, an old man was sitting in the corner of that uncle’s room.

Midst of all the chaos, the old man reached there with a parcel of food prepared by his wife which could even beat a master chef in terms of an added ingredient called love!!

He didn’t speak a single word to his son, didn’t blame him or claim his unconditional love towards his son.

He sat there calmly hiding the ocean of pain inside him, looking at his son the way when he decided to visit Earth once!!

I have this friend who always says that love is conditional. I just don’t get it even though I pretend to understand.

Because . . .

He bruised and pierced their hearts yet they were capable enough to replace their hearts but not their son!!

A terrific couple!

“You are not attempting pregnancy again. This is your 2nd miscarriage and the trauma of your pain still gives me chills!!”he shouted at his wife.

“But..”, she wanted to say something.

“Ssh.. Aren’t you satisfied with my childishness? And from now on I am your baby, officially!!”

“Aha, no,no I am the baby”, she hesitated.

She laughed, cherishing the evergreen memories as she knew her husband who is a soldier will be returning soon.

The day arrived. Excitement was killing her and every second seemed to be a century.

He came with a wide grin, in the wheel chair without limbs as the bomb diffusion gulped them brutally!!

She fainted. When she woke up, her husband was sitting next to her.

“ sorry” he muttered.

“When you said you are my baby, I was sad that I can’t carry around a baby in my arms but now I will carry you till eternity and thus you are officially my baby!!”

His soul rejoiced in the glimmer of hopes, as he saw them resurrecting in front his eyes while ripples decorated the ocean of his tears!!

A disturbing story.

He reached the apartment after his work. Time was almost 10 pm. He opened the door, threw his bag on the couch and went to his bedroom.

Suddenly he heard some voices and the power was out. “It might be Sharma ji’s cat!”, he thought.

He reached his pocket, took the phone and used its flash light.While he was busy changing, curtains started dangling, in the wind oozing out of the windows.

The power came back making a visible shadow on his curtains other than his! When he turned back, it disappeared!

Again some noises came and he went to the kitchen to check. The clock of fear has started ticking in him.

His eyes zoomed around shielding him. Sweat drops dripped through his forehead. He moved like a floating feather, in order to find the source of sound.

A cat was there in his bed room which ran after seeing him. He retrieved his senses.

He dozed off on his bed. He was waken by Sharma ji. Time was 11 p.m. then.

“Can I borrow ₹1000?”, asked Sharma ji.

“Sure, uncle. By the way your cat was creating nuisance here. Please control it.”, he said.

“But my cat was found dead yesterday morning!!”, Sharma ji was surprised!

“Then it might be some other…”

“Only I own a cat in this flat. Also I have heard that Mehta’s puppy is missing! See you later.”

With tangled thoughts, he sat on his couch after switching on the TV. A live newsflash came.

“A girl was found dead in a fatal accident took place at ABC road today at 9:30 p.m. None of the vehicles which passed that time helped the girl.”

Benumbed, he recovered the moments when his humanity diedalong with that girl, as he saw and ignored her, bleeding!

Bulbs started flickering. He jumped out of his couch seeing a shadow on the curtains.

“La..La.. Help..La..La..”, a song started playing in his TV. His spine was frozen and heart was ripped by fear, in front of his eyes. He ran to his bedroom and locked it, panting.

Morning newsflash came…

“Another murder happened within 2 hours. After thorough investigation, both of the victims were found to have passed through the ABC road in between 9:30 p.m. and 10 p.m. yesterday.”

Send Nudes!

“Send nudes, now!!”, she was thunderstruck while reading her boyfriend’s message.

“What the hell!!” She immediately dialled his number with flooded eyes.

“Do you care to explain the text you just sent to me? What did I just read?”, she shouted.

“ Calm down. Don’t you trust me?”

“Yes. I do but, is this a way to test my trust? I will even climb Everest to prove it. But this was so cheap.”

“Ok. Then I will send mine first. After that you send yours”, he cut the call.

“Wait…Varun..wait..hello..” Her world seemed to be torn apart in front of her eyes.A message from Varun peeped into her phone.

Hesitantly, with quivering lips and shaking body, she clicked it. Tears blurred her vision.

A call appeared on her phone screen.

“How was it? Enjoyed?”, he asked with a naughty laugh.

“Eww, how can you eat so gross, spreading everything all over your face and body?”

“Haha, sorry but a 4-year-old boy doesn’t even know the difference between mud and food. How can you expect me to eat properly? Also, your mom told me that you ate leaves at that age. I am better and cuter than you!!”

“Yeah, you bet. I will send you my childhood pics. I am cuter than you!!”, she challenged him.

“My best friend’s girlfriend broke up with him for sending that message without even asking an explanation!!”, he told with a surprise.

“Haha, don’t worry. Let me see what I can do”

“Btw when are you going to climb the Everest?”, he asked.

“Th..that. Everest is the name of my staircase. I already climbed it hundred times due to the heart attack you just gave me!!”

“Ughh, I hate you”, she giggled hearing his reply.

My sister’s marriage

My cousin sister is married to a guy who is a business man.

It was an arranged marriage which I couldn’t attend.

I was judgemental about him whether he would be nice or not but one meeting was enough for me to call him brother.

He has that charisma and aura of happiness around him which attracted my cousin sister.

It’s been 5 years that happened. They don’t have kids. They tried every method but was in vain.

A big fight happened once. It was a petty fight which escalated into a big one due to the intervention of her mother in law.

She didn’t say anything but left the house.

We came to know that. Her brothers were frantically searching and my mom was continuously calling her.

At last her husband found her in a corner of the church, crying.

The sight of her broke him and he sat near her, sobbing, and told, “you know whatever happens, I can’t live without you, right?”

Happiness, sadness everything depends on the situations a couple pass through and choices they make inorder to strive.

The dilemma of an Indian bride

“I am terrified,” my cousin sister said. It was my cousin sister’s wedding that day.

I still remember the stress she was passing through while her fiance’s pictures where he was dancing with his friends, flashed on her from the phone screen.

It wasn’t the one of her dreams. She was ordered to not dance and laugh loudly as they wanted to maintain their status.

“This whole thing is hell. I never dreamt of anything like this. I thought I’d be the princess but I think I have become a prisoner,” there was a faint glee and tinge of blooming sadness looming over in her eyes.

Stay quiet, don’t laugh loudly, be disciplined, even if you’re called out to dance stay still!” The list were much bigger than the saree she was going to wear.

What she wanted

What she did

And this very act reminds me of something, ah, got it, a funeral!

Child abuse

My friend was tied to a pillar and her father beat her ruthlessly for stealing some money from his pocket.

She was my childhood friend. She was the elder girl in her family. She has a younger sister and brother. Her family was poor.

She took care of her siblings and managed the house very well as her mother worked hard to earn money and her father was alcoholic. She didn’t get any affection from her family.

She was punished cruelly by her father once when she stole money. It occurred at night. As her house is a just little bit away from my house, I witnessed it and the trauma never left me.

When my father saw me crying, he along with other neighbours went to make it stop. Then her grandparents living in another house stopped him.

Next day, I ran to her house. Her parents were not there. She was alone. Tears loved her sincerely that’s why they never left her face.

Whenever I try to console a person, I end up hugging and crying with them. History repeated here too.

I took her to my home and made her eat everything I had. Because I just wanted to see her smile.

Once she couldn’t attend her school trip due to financial problems. So instead, I packed the snacks I had, grabbed her hands and we went to a small village trip. Crazy me!!

She never complains about anything, instead, she chose to become a strong person enough to fight.

Her father is getting better now. Her mother has become more kind to her than the earlier times.

It is okay to have nightmares in our home but what if home itself becomes our biggest nightmare?

Her willingness to fight when her own world was against her, inspires me.

Rape – A heinous crime.

“Don’t you dare touch me, bastards!” Ananya hissed as she snuggled towards the corner of the room.

“Aw, we are soo scared..” The hoarse voices of four drunk men echoed in the room, knitting into an audible laugh at her helplessness.

“Yell for all you want, baby doll. Nobody is gonna hear you, and nobody can save you from us.” The words drilled her heart as she fainted, with her senses scattering along with the last shreds of their humanity.

When she pryed her eyes open, she found herself in a pool of blood, and she could make out that a guy was standing next to her but her blurred vision fed the sensation of danger towards her brain.

“You, bastard,” she screamed as she grabbed a belt left by one of the men and lashed at the guy, thinking he belonged to the gang.

“Ananya, stop, please..” Rishi was yelling but her mind was numb to a point of oblivion, and she couldn’t register him as she could only hear the wailing screeches of those four men, tearing her apart. She lunged at him and beat him, screaming, “I won’t let your dirty hands touch me, anymore..”

She yelled aggressively gathering her strength until her sound turned hoarse and collapsed into a whisper as she broke down into his arm.

Rishi stood still, with bleeding scars he got by her lashing but his eyes were focused on her, his crush, whom he was about to meet that day which was doomed because of her kidnapping.

With the help of police and his skills, he tracked down her phone which was taken by her kidnappers. But what he found was her damaged soul, cursing and yelling to let it out of the trap of her body.

Ananya was admitted to a mental aslyum as she was declared by a maniac and was outcasted by her family.

Rishi found her and took her to a better place where she was taken care of.

“Ananya, it’s been 3 years since you have talked.” Rishi stood outside her cell, where Ananya sat near the corner of the room, like a statue, glaring at the wall.

“Ana, I thought it was just a mere crush until the day you drop out the college to do jobs, for taking care of your family.” Rishi said.

“I missed you everyday, your smile, laugh, dance, cringe filled jokes..I..I love you, Ana.” He vaguely smiled though his memories were clouded by her screams which always gets triggered in his nightmares.

“The cafe you worked, I went there everyday to get a glimpse of you. Nobody can make me feel the way you do. But I must say, I hated coffees. I started drinking it after I came to know that you loved it.” Rishi paused for a moment as he slid against the wall and sat outside her cell.

“I came to tell you that, this will be our last day. I have got a transfer and I will be going tomorrow. Otherwise I can’t pay for your bills.” Rishi clenched his fists, squeezed his eyes shut as tears pricked them.

“Bye, Ana.”

Silence trapped the words which Ananya craved to utter. That day smeared her mind with her own blood oozing out of her body as the four men surrounded her to thrash her.

“I love you, Rishi. You are the love of my life. I wanted to propose you. Instead I beat you and made scars on your body. You have to let me go.”

“So you got the promotion transfer, congrats!” Aman hugged Rishi.

“Thanx yaar!”

“What about Ananya?”

“I have paid the nurses extra money to take care of her.”

“Man, I envy her. You just can’t let her go.”

“Well, I love to fight for her, protect her because she is mine.”

“What happened to that rapists?”

“What do you think have happened?” The corners of Rishi’s lips curled upwards forming a smirk.

“As usual they must have been fed by our tax money by the central government as the court sentenced them for life time imprisonment.” Aman sighed as he slouched on the couch.

“Not really. I could manage to lure some of the goons using money in that jail to beat them up every freaking day. And the night they were captured by police, I managed to sneak into the jail and beat them to pulp by myself.”

“What the..Why didn’t you tell me, Rishi?”


“I would’ve joined you if you did” Aman laughed, patting his shoulder.

“Ok, then. I need to leave.”

“Rishi, I am so sorry but Ananya was violent today. When we opened the room to give her sedation, she escaped by thrashing us.” The nurse apologised, rubbing her head.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Rishi’s nerves wrecked havoc as they squirmed under the wrath of fury which rushed through him.

He sprinted across the streets, his eyes searching for Ana. But there weren’t any signs. He asked the pedestrians but none had seen her.

Rishi felt dizziness as his mind was hurling stones of accusations against him.

“Ana..” he yelled, kneeling in the sidewalk. Tears drizzled down which trickled his vision.

Suddenly he stood up and strolled to the park opposite to the hospital where she was admitted. He narrowed his eyes as he searched her traces there. But he couldn’t find her.

The places which she loved, splashed his senses but she wasn’t found.

He cried, yelled and cursed as he trudged towards the meadow where he used to lay down at night with his eyes glaring at the moonlight which illuminated the darkness.

“Looking for someone?” A soft voice pulled him out of the trance.

“Anaaa..” Instead of words, breeze escaped his lips as his vocal chord was numb by her sight. “I..Was..Terrified..Where were you, idiot?”

“I felt this choking sensation when you didn’t come today. I don’t know what happened after that!”

“The other day, your doctor told me if I wanted to retrieve you from the trance you have been caught in, I need to go away from you. I could have got a promotion here but I opted the transfer, painfully.” Rishi heaved a sigh and glanced away from her.

“So? You would leave me? Just like that?” Ananya snapped, her glare made him tremble as his heart flustered at its intensity.

“No. I don’t want to be that hindrance in your life, Ana. You need to gather your life. There is a future ahead of you.” Rishi wrapped his arms across her shoulders.

“You are my life. I never talked to you because I wanted you to let me go and move on. But..”


“Ugh, Rishi. I don’t know. I just don’t know.”

“Ssh, I got you, Ana, and I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“But how did you come to this place?”

“After dropping out college, I wanted to see you again. So once I followed and found you lying on this meadow.”

“I thought I was being a creepy guy by coming to your cafe..But look who’s talking? Haha.” Rishi giggled. “So you loved me too then, Ana…”


“Yes, yes, yes..

“Yes, ugh, I mean no.” She nodded as both broke into laugh.

“Ana, how did you escape from the hospital?”

“I was healing myself from past years but yesterday when you told you were going away, I planned my escape as I knew the ways of that hospital.”

“Uff, you are a genius!”

“Anything for you, Rishi!”

The truth about house wives.

My mom is a working woman. One evening, me and my mom were at her friend’s home.

Aunty is a house wife and as soon as we reached, they both made tea together.

Aunty: So, how was your day today?

Mom: It was hectic due to overload. How was yours?

Aunty: I too had a lot of work.

Suddenly her daughter interrupted.

She: Mom, what the hell are you talking about? She is a working woman. It is a bigger thing compared to yours!!

Aunty was silent but her cheerfulness was lost. Mom scolded her for saying like that.

Aunty: Leave it. Its alright.

Ever did household chores?

“Do I look like a genie to you?”This will be your first sentence after doing them. Why? Because those jobs are infinite and is a vicious loop of circle!!

They are the only group of people who don’t have leave even on labour day, May 1!!

‘It’s alright’. The most overused sentence by people to cover up their grievance and thus by that, the most faked emotion too!!

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