Caged Mind #FridayFotoFiction

I find myself staring at the sphere, bringing to mind the memories from this cage I call, as my mind.

I find myself wondering about aches that made my heart stronger.

I find myself screaming melodies of burning dreams.

I find myself cursed persistently, trapped dipping down in an ocean of unbreakable stillness.

I find myself locked in a cage of my own design, at ease to live a life confined.

I’m not impressing. Holding everything deep within like my mind is harmed.

Maybe I am happy in another universe. Just maybe, I am free to be true to myself.

Word count: 100

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Collateral Damage

January 1st, 2017

She has frighten by my touch. My girlfriend is afraid of me, she is shivering even when I tried to touch her to comfort her, today has changed everything and it’s like a beginning of a long nightmare. Last night when I left her alone just for an hour, few drunken guys arrived and molest her….

And it changed our life…..

It’s all over the news now, it happens in many parts of Bangluru and country. Whenever something like this in news, usually we don’t give it much attention until it happens to us. Now she is crying, from last night, barely sleep for few hours, didn’t speak a word at all. Her friends came by, they try to make her understand and we even try to make her agree to register FIR, but she just kept crying.  Finally she is sleeping now, I gave her sleeping pills so that she can have good rest. But I know, Deep inside her, her heart, her soul is ripped apart. I need to do something soon.

January 2nd, 2017

Last night I didn’t sleep much, she wake up in middle of the night and started screaming like hell. I have to run from living room to her room to calm her down, at first, she was terrified by me after a moment, she recognized me and hugged me and started crying. I had sleep on the floor, beside her bed. But I couldn’t sleep for a moment; her screams kept awakening my soul. At office, my few friends came to me. They were asking about her, most of them worried about her health. Between this chitchats one of my close friend told me something which I would never forget. She said “No matter how much you will try, nothing will be normal like before “. I refused to believe that.

I came home and heard loud noise from bathroom, she was vomiting. She was so weak that she couldn’t even able to walk few steps; I need to pick up her to the bed. I even ask her permission to touch her. Whole day her friends tried to convince her to eat and she eat a little and now she vomits that too. Its make me worried, I asked her “can I call your father?” she refused. Her parents didn’t like me much and also the fact that we are in live- in relationship. I remember last time when I talked to her parents, they didn’t care who am I, or my religion. They just want their daughter to be married and then live with me. Of course I love her, so is she, but marriage is long way to go. There is also issue with that if this news is spread, her parents had to suffer a lot.

So it’s all on me now.

January 8th, 2017

I thought if I take her out for dinner, her mood will be changed, but it made her mood even worst. She is now afraid of going out in public, every second man is making her, think of her molester. We have to come back early, also she doesn’t listen much of what I said. She just kept staring in dark, at distance in silence. I played a comedy movie to cheer her up, but every loud voice makes her afraid. And now from few days she feared at home, she called me many time and ask me to come home, I have to take early leave or ask some of her friends to accompany her.

January 10th, 2017

She is okay now, I think.  She stared talking, not much, but a little. She got confused a lot and she has been absence minded, asking me what day it is, even if she has cell phone to look in to. She washed her hands many times in days and take bath more then twice. After bath she rubs her neck and her belly a lot, like she cleaning something. I think she try to clean the each place where her molester had touched her. Today when I tried to kiss her, she kissed me back, it’s almost like before and suddenly she stopped kissing and started crying.  I think everything happen to her came back flushing. I think I have to be just little patient and wait for her. I think everything will be normal soon.

January 15th, 2017

I left her. I know I am a bad person that leaves her in her worst possible time, but I left with no choice, I can’t live like that anymore. Its Sunday, we were sitting on the sofa and were watching a romantic movie. I kissed her, and she kissed me back and we started having foreplay. And then suddenly she kicks me, so hard that I landed on the floor. She started shouting, “Don’t touch me and stay away from me “ I almost started crying, and went behind her, I grabbed her hand and about to tell her that “it’s ok baby, I am here “. She slapped me and told me, she hates me and closed the bedroom door.

I cried a lot, yes she had face horrible time, but I was with her at every step. I packed my bags and walked out of the house, and now I am in the hotel. I messaged her that ‘’it’s over and she can leave anytime she want “ I asked my friends to get my things and now I am here at hotel, all alone. I tried, I really tried my best, but like my friend told me, nothing would be normal like before. And one thing I didn’t tell her, I didn’t tell anyone and will never.

At the night of 31st, when I left her for an hour, I was with my friends, riding bike around the city, drunk. And we see a girl, going in the street alone, and my friend turn the bike that way. We reached there, he stopped the bike and I grabbed that girl from behind. I pressed her body so roughly that I even scratched her and make her bleed. And then I kicked her to the ground, and went with my friend.

Now I can feel what she is going through. And I can’t live with my girl friend because even if I am not the one who hurt her, But I am one of them, an animal. And she deserves someone better. I won’t forgive myself ever.

About the Guest blogger – Pinakin Joshi 

Writing, is as scared for me as love, blogger for 8 years and an entrepreneur.

Read me at marubaharvtu.wordpress.com and mynorthenlights.wordpress.com. 

Reach me @pinakin_joshi on Twitter

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The Firm – My favorite Book

I am a thriller junkie. I love reading mysteries and thrillers. Give me a good thriller and you won’t even know I am there till the book is over. Given this background, you might think that I will be talking about some classic, when I say my favourite book, but that’s not true. My favourite book is The Firm.

When I graduated from reading the usual ‘Nancy Drew’ and ‘Hardy Boys’ series, ‘The Firm’ and ‘The Rainmaker’, both written by John Grisham,  were the books my dad recommended me. He too loved court room drama and law thrillers. He is not around now, so every time I hold this book, I feel him closer to me. So you can say that there is an emotional value attached to it.

Coming back to the book – The Firm, written by John Grisham is one of the best legal thrillers that I have come across. First published in 1991, it still continues to be one of the most popular legal thrillers of all times. The narrative is lucid and fast paced. The twists and turns are unbelievable and you are left hanging onto every word as you read.

 It’s a story about Mitchell McDeere, a brilliant lawyer, fresh out of law school trying to make a mark for himself in the law world. Of the many offers that he gets, he chooses a small but well respected firm. He feels like he has stepped into a fantasy land when he is pampered with amazing perks from the firm -a BMW, a house, salary that is way beyond his expectations. It’s just too good to be true. Just as he is about to enjoy a life of his dreams, come the nightmares- the secret files, the bugs/spy devices in the house, mysterious deaths of colleagues. He is suddenly being sucked into a web of lies and deceit. A mesmeric plot, there is not a single dull moment there.

I read this book in high school first. So much was I in Iove with the character of McDeere that I had decided, I was going to be a lawyer when I grow up and take on the corrupt and the mafia with my acumen! It was only after I stumbled upon the actual law books that I realized ‘law’ was not for me! Well, that’s the story of my favorite book, Which is your favorite book? I would love to know.

About the Guest blogger Neha Tambe

I am a social media marketer and writer. On my blog I try my hand at writing short stories, travel musings and random thoughts that run through my mind.

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A non-forgettable birthday

Since morning, Mohit had been observing change in Payal, his wife’s behaviour. This made Mohit confuse and he could not find the reason for her sudden mood swings. He tried to amuse her with his nastiest humour but it aggravated her mood more. In their two years of married life, such incident never happened. Disappointed, Mohit left for his office with a heavy heart.

At work, while preparing his table for the day, Mohit’s eyes fell on the sheet called social life pinned on his board and Payal’s name was on the top of the list. It was Payal’s birthday today that he forgot. Mohit realised and cursed himself. He could not believe missing this occasion, because he knew the consequences of this blunder in his life.

He gathered courage and dialed Payal’s number. He turned nervous thinking what he would say to her. Her phone rang continuously but there was no response.

Mohit decided to take off from work to save his world from getting collapsed. On the way, he took her favourite cake and bouquet of red roses (flowers were Payal’s weakness). Mohit was still unsure whether he could convince Payal.

Nervous he reached home. Payal opened the door and was surprised to see Mohit with cake and bouquet and singing ‘Happy Birthday’ song at the door step. Payal tried hard to conceal her smile but could not; seeing her smiling, Mohit finally felt relaxed. She took the bouquet from him and he grabbed her tight for a hug and kissed her.

They cut the cake together and celebrated their private moments making it special. When Payal asked him for his forgetfulness, Mohit said he had planned this surprise for her and he did not forget her birthday. The lie saved Mohit’s life and they lived happily ever after, at least till her next birthday.

About the Guest blogger – Nadaan Parinda 

Blogger | Twitter Addict | Professional food fanatic | Travel Expert | Reader | My blog – my virtual identity | Photography fan | Subtly charmer | Thinker | Tea fan | Explorer | Fun, active and on-the-go | Music buff |

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Addicted to Stationery

I tend to classify myself as a stationary collector. I have been fascinated with pens and paper, ever since I was a child. I used to beg my parents for the colourful erasers, holographic rulers, pencil boxes and what not. As I grew up, this interest did not die down and gravitated towards paper, ribbons, pens and other stuff. I cannot walk into a stationary store and not pick up something. Even if I manage to stick to my resolution of not buying, someone else buys it for me – such are my cravings.

Notebooks:

I am old schooled when it comes to making lists or jotting notes or just my thoughts – so no smart phone apps for me. As a result, I tend to pick up diaries and journals from everywhere and most of these purchases are done on an impulse. Here is a pic of some of the new ones from my collection.

Pens:

Colours is something which I can never have enough of and I tend to pick up coloured pens – gel pens, ball point pens, sketch pens – colour pencils, pastels and even coloured ink for my fountain pens. I recently picked up a pen which has 6 different colour refills in it and I can use any one colour at a given time – isn’t that cool.

Paper:

Wrapping papers tend to send me into a tizzy. There are quite a few stationary stores and book shops nearby where I live and I tend to end up browsing there while doing my weekly grocery shopping. I find the best wrapping sheets in the small stationary shops in community centres where they will stock some really unusual ones. For the vintage and rustic ones, my favourite store is the Wishing Chair which has some gorgeous English prints. Oxford Book shop and cottage emporium have some brilliant collection of very India- kinda prints from autos to cows to temples.

My collection has some soft tissue papers, sparkly cloth like thick paper in gold and silver – these are my prized ones and I use them very sparingly. Have a look at the Christmas themed paper I picked up for wrapping up this year’s Xmas gifts.

Tape:

I love ribbons and coloured tapes for making my gifts pretty. My recent addiction is paper tapes which I have started picking up from wherever I can find them.

BookMarks:

Art fairs, flea markets, dastkari haats and of course bookstores are my treasured haunts for picking up book marks. I have some really unusual ones – magnetic ones, metal cutwork, paper cutwork, metal rings, clip-ons and the usual paper ones.

Fridge Magnets:

Not a single trip where I haven’t picked up a magnet for my refrigerator – its my marker for all the places I have been to. Now My friends have also started contributing to this and so I have their travel souvenirs as well to put up on my fridge. I either need a bigger fridge now or no more magnets – what say!?!

I also have some butterfly shaped punchers and paper clips in varied shapes and sizes which is quite a unique thingy I picked up from I don’t even remember now. I just have to find something pretty and quirky to be hooked enough to buy it – never mind the utility.

I know this is a life long addiction and one that will just not be weeded out of me anytime soon! Unless of course there is some AA forum for it somewhere ….. I would love to hear about your stationary collections and fetishes….

About the Guest blogger – Shalini Baisiwala 

Passionate about everything design, I am in love with photography, travel and baking. My writing journey was initiated with my letter writing hobby as a child and has metamorphosised into serious blogging. I indulge with reading fantasy fiction, day dreaming and sipping good wine.  I am pretty much a Social Butterfly and can be contacted at

Facebook – https://www.facebook.com/Shalzmojo/
Twitter- @Shalz75
Blog – http://shalzmojo.in/
Instagram – @shalzmojo

 

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Immolation or Suicide

With small scale of joy and happiness born as a human being she was tenterhook-ed by hurdles. She and her mother were born into the world of poverty unable to care for their physical needs.Her father was no more in their picture.Every element of life threw shame at her. Her self consciousness in dress was sordid, the sympathetic glances of teachers and neighbors made her graven. Yes, she suffered from deadliest Diarrhoeal disease which targets malnourished children. Over the months she adapted herself to make her mother happy as she was the only gift of self forgetfulness.While she tried to remain positive her inner soul suffered from depression. Prepared to become her own worse enemy addicted to suicide in name of immolation she hanged to death. She was able to see her mother shedding more tears than ever and herself rotted in grave rotating, rolling along in a plane to get a second chance.

Her soul in hushed tone left a message to this world

HERE, WE NO LONGER LIVE HAPPILY.DEATH WON’T RELIEVE PAIN, IF YOU WANT RELIEF CHOOSE TO LIVE, FIND THE COURAGE TO MAKE TOMORROW . FUTURE IS MYSTERY LAND WHERE BEAUTY OF SKY ILLUMINATES AS THE WORLD IS ENLIGHTENED. MOSTLY, PAIN WILL NOT END FOR YOU AND FOR YOUR LOVED ONE’S . IT WILL GET BETTER, I PROMISE.

About the Guest bloggerShraesta Suresh

As a child, I wanted to be a doctor then later became a computer science student. Crazy lover of reading and writing ; now I’m more interested in blogging . Emphasis here is on enthusiasm and proof of your inner voice. Starting with least impressive part will get to the good stuff. I feel I’m ready for more challenging and this position really excites me.

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Old is Gold

Kishore da songs are the heartbeat of music to me. I am grown up listening to him from childhood and I feel attached to him when I listen to him. The legend’s birth anniversary falls on 4th of August, August is the month of monsoon and I was travelling on a rainy day from Jaipur to home that night. The weather was pleasant that day and I just love listening to my favourite music in the dim light of road. The drive was smooth; rain droplets entered and were falling on face through the opened window glass.
Happiness for me isn’t measured in terms of shopping or having a luxurious life, but it is long drive on cold nights, listening to radio or hugging the winds on the early summer morning days riding on my active, when the air is fresh and roads are empty. Ahhah, even writing this experience makes me happy and that night was one such beautiful morning. The radio RJ was super that day; He was talking and playing Kishore da hits.
I don’t need a better reason to fall for his sleepy voice, as he was talking about my crush. From that radio session I got to know that Kishore Da had four wives, He is known as the magical artist of India for his breath-taking performances.
He worked with Devanand sir, Big B, Rajesh Khanna. He worked in 100 movies and directed 8 films. Rajesh Khanna and Kishore Kumar the deadly combination Jodi worked together for 20 years. When Kishore Da passed away, Rajesh Khanna said, meri toh awaz hi chali gayi he
And one day Lata Mangeshkar and Kishore Da were singing a song together, where it was turn of Kishore Da to sing but mistakly lata Ma’am sang the lines Piya Piya mora Jiya pukare…..So now it was retake needed, but Kishore Da said with his eyes to continue till the end, and at last everyone said that we have to take a retake sir, there is a mistake in the song.
Then Kishore da explained them that there is no need to retake, when Lata Ji will sing her lines in case of mine, the hero will keep his hands on the girls lip and continue with his lyrics this will add a romantic scene in the picture and no one will think of it as a mistake. Everyone clapped hands the brilliant idea of Kishore Da and when the movie was released the scene won the hearts of many.
I was happy to listen to this radio session and here is my Favourite among many other favourites of Kishore Da –
1. Ek Ladki Bheegi Bhagi si…
2. Yeh Sham Mastani…madhosh kiye jaye
3. Ek Ajnaabe Hasina se yuh Mulakat ho gayi…
4. Tariff Karu kya uski, jisne tumhe banaya..
5. Samne yeh kon aaya…
6. Aate jate khubsurat awara sadko pe….
7. Haal Kaisa he janab ka
This is what why we say OLD IS GOLD, nothing beats the inborn creativity in them, they were so natural and alive that they touched the strings of heart and are still holding the first place.
About the Guest blogger – Dixita Mour
Rajasthani | Blogger | Reader | Tea Coffee and Rain lover | Influencer | Storyteller |  hillstationreader.com

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Besties , Billies and Behnas

Well from title you will got that its post on friendship and sisterhood, but what is Billies ? Well it’s the name of my college group. I didn’t have so many friends but I have two girls who made me Billi from studious Nikita. Yes, I am ‘Bhigi billi ‘of my group!

So basically we are three girls Nikey, Rukhma and Nikita (that’s me). I met these girls in Jun 2011, first year and first day of my college. I was scared, shy and I still remember I didn’t speak a word in whole class not even answers (I known it though). In lunch break, I was thinking what to do as I was new to that city I don’t know anything. And suddenly a beautiful girl with mobile in hand a headphone in ears called me, ‘Hey, we share the names , if you don’t mind we can share music too?’ and her smile was so genuine and lovely that I said ‘ yes’ without thinking for moment. From that day onwards we share everything , food , gossips, opinions , vacations , college life , books , cloths to makeup , from a little things to big secrets.  She was Nikey!  The Girl,  who taught me the meaning of friendship.

On the same day I met another blessing of my Life, who looks like me and act totally opposite to me. People usually ask us ‘Are you sisters?’ well we don’t have biological connection but “DNA of nautanki” matches in our case. She is the one who teach me all girlish things from nail polish to eye liner. She is the one at whose home Nikey and Nikita are almost in the category of ‘Satan’ and we did all things to prove that tag right.

This both girls has played important role in my life and my Career too. I never attained any lectures; I didn’t remember a single incident where I need to stand in any queue of college. They have managed from exams to results. They had written assignment for me; from getting study material to parties they managed everything. So they gave feeling of parents too sometimes.

As it happened in every fairy tale, in my case it happened too, separation from them. I had cleared my CA inter examination and I joined office and this golden period ended. I still remember that little fights when I couldn’t manage to be on their birthdays or on result days, as every separation ours was harsh and painful too. But, this time too they showed that bond of understanding is beyond any misunderstanding. They started making sure that I wouldn’t miss any fun.  This much understanding and support is hard to find.

We did lots of outing and 3 picnics together. Shopping to reading, exams to family issues, cooking to food courts, college to marriages our friendship has took shape. Three girls who were enough immature to fight on chocolates are now suggesting each other how to manage relationships and in laws. It says you don’t need hundred of friends, you just need one friend who will stand by your side as ‘karna’ I am blessed to say that I have two “Karna”.

About the Guest blogger – Nikita Dongare

I am a future CA who found peace at words. I am 22 and trying to make own world filled with books and words. Find the real Nikita at Thenikitadongare.wordpress.com and stay connected with me at Twitter – @nikkuuu94

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The emotion that changed her personality

There are noises coming from every corner of the room. Children are planning to move out; have a walk, a small chit-chat while going to the water cooler, drink some water till the next teacher comes to class. But Chandni feared even this small break. She could manage studying in classes alone but the break time…..It’s not that she didn’t have any friends. Those were the friends who taught the lesson of her life, who were there for a purpose..

Chandni was an introvert since her childhood. Being in a nuclear family, she was always quiet and calm. She used to have only one or two friends. Her life was confined to only those friends and her family. She was never comfortable at new places or with new people. At school also, Chandni was quite happy with her regular set of friends. Until one day, her friends started playing a sport for the school. They spent all the day in the ground. Even in lunch period, they used to go to canteen and avoided coming back to class. At first, Chandni also wanted to go and play with them. But later thought she may not able to cope up with her studies.

Sitting alone in class was difficult for Chandni. She tried to make friends with others but in vain. Studying could be done without talking but eating? She could not eat without talking to anybody. That sounded like an insane to her. She stopped talking even to her family members. She wanted to lock herself in room; to be away from the world. Those were the first signs of depression in her. Nobody noticed but her mom was concerned. Her mom talked to her and caressed her.

TRANSITION OF EMOTION

Chandni broke down into her mom’s arms. “I don’t want to go to school, nobody talks to me. There is nobody with whom I can laugh, eat and walk along with.” Chandni complained. But her mom was a survivor and she wanted her daughter to be the same. She gave Chandni self improvement books. Chandni had started writing by now. She realized that venting out her emotions on paper was helping her. She felt better. There was a positive change in her. And all thanks to her mom. Chandni always loved reading and writing. And now she found her writing to be therapeutic.

Chandni became confident. Courageous was the word that best described her. New friends filled her life with joy. Chandni was a changed personality now. She never looked back again. Reading different kind of books has become a habit. She was amazed to explore a whole new world through books. Her mom was happy to see this change. It was her mom’s victory.

Chandni made writing her daily habit. She wrote when she felt good; when she felt bad about something. And writing helped her always. She started blogging and was taking one step at a time. She let herself introduced to internet where she made some really good friends. They were helpful to everybody. Chandni never met them but she could sense they all were like-minded. She was in a whole different world now. She was ecstatic to be here; to keep reading new stuff and writing for her own joy and for others.  She learnt a new phrase that helping each other is always fun and loving. She was thankful to God that she entered this stage of her life. And will always be grateful to the people around.

About the Guest bloggerGeethica Mehra

My writings are reflections of my views towards life. I believe that whatever happens only happens with a reason. And the best happens when it is not seen. Because holding on believes that there is a past; letting go knows that there is a future. My piece of work gives me a second chance that life denies. My words help me build my character each and every day. I read new articles every day and learn something new from them. And I am trying to write also regularly. All the visuals that happen around me make a place inside my brain waiting to be penned down as beautifully as possible. Travel along my blogs to explore life and it’s happenings through my eyes.

Do share your views as they will make me learn more. And they are highly valued. I can be contacted through any medium mentioned below.

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TANSTAAFL

Hello folks, have you heard of the acronym TANSTAAFL? I am sure you have.

It stands for: There ain’t no such thing as a free lunch.

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Image credit: Pixabay

All through life and at death too you’ll experience this. Think of the free lunches you’ve received so far and count them as your blessings, there are not too many of those going around! I thank the lovely Novemberschild for having me over to guest post on her wonderful blog. Thanks and stay blessed all of you

Kala ( Blog Relax-N-Rave and Twitter – KR16)

TANSTAAFL

 Billy, for you a cupcake

My mom today did bake.

I wish someone would help me,

This math is way beyond me.

Billy, I’ll get the pizza hot,

Just wait a spot.

I wish I could drive my date,

Your car please my mate.

Billy, let me kiss you dear,

I love when you are near.

I wish I had a necklace in agate,

To wear on our next date.

 Billy, I’ll sort your excel sheet,

It’s sure to take a beat.

I wish I could take off today,

On a week long holiday.

Billy, I’ll get your tea dear,

Buttery scones and pear.

I wish I could get a new car,

Mine’s just not at par.

Billy pa, I’ll clean the attic,

Make it go all slick.

I wish I could go on a world trip,

You see if I don’t, I’ll flip.

Billy, sir I’ll tidy your room,

It’s in such a gloom.

I wish I had your new coat,

Old man you’ll soon be on your boat.

Billy, I’ll take you across,

Smoothly shall you pass.

A coin I will take,

For the last journey you’ll ever make.

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This post is written as a part of #BlogForward – a guest blogging initiative with my amazing blog buddies from team WriteOn.

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