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Vhridhashram (Part-II)

Years passed on and Jyoti experienced in firsthand what parenthood was really like. Vrindavani gave birth to a healthy mature boy; they named him Joy as his birth gave them immense joy. But what Vrinda and Jyoti did not realize was the fact that they were going to be trapped into a cruel game of destiny and fate. Jyotirmoy and Vrindavani worked round the clock in their respective offices to get Joy the best of everything, thus sacrificing things for themselves as well.  Jyotirmoy was beginning to comprehend, rather decode what his parents went through as the years passed on.

Vhridhashram (Part-I)

Bablu was too small to understand what sacrifices his parents were making so that he could grow up just like any other kid, without any difficulties. Time flew away and Bablu was soon walking all over the house, leaving his befuddling muddy footsteps everywhere. “Bablu!” Sujata cried seeing all the mess.But deep within, a sense of satisfaction has set in her by seeing how swiftly her little Bablu was growing up. The compromises kept on increasing and Ashok had to struggle to make both ends meet. To add to all the hustle, Ashok was as honest as one could be, refusing anything lucrative given to him under the desk. However, ideals would not fill an empty stomach; Ashok would often receive curses from her wife.

An unusual request

After all, life itself on this planet is the result of overcoming innumerable obstacles and initial bumps and look where we are now.

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#insta_creations (Part-XVI)

Her goodbyes left a deep gash on me.
I bleed words now.

#insta_creations (Part-XV)

"Your tears are powerful missiles. Don't let them destroy you."

#insta_creations (Part-XIV)

“How much does this assault rifle cost?”

“Well, we're having a heavy discount this season. Only one-third of your soul and a half of your conscience and you're ready to go.”

#insta_creations (Part-XIII)

12 floors from the ground-
A boy bit his nails in anticipation as his favorite hero battled a dragon.

12 floors below-
A boy bit his nails in futile hopes of taming the dragon spewing violent acid within his belly.

Contrast blazed in the fire.

The white calf (Part-II)

Shramana broke down into uncontrollable tears, and did not stop no matter how much Arijit told her to. From the looks of it, she definitely was going through a breakdown. That is when little Nirbhay got down from his chair and hugged his mother. Surprisingly enough, Shramana consoled herself restricting her tears as much as she could. It was no surprise that Sarla, Shramana’s mother did not survive the accident and Shramana attributed herself for the death of her mother.

The white calf (Part-I)

Again, call it luck or something divine, their 15thanniversary fell on a Sunday. So, Arijit got some time to unwind with his two favorite people, his wife and his son Nirbhay. Nirbhay was studying in class 6 and Arijit had seen him grow up, like the tiny plant amidst his garden which he planted on the day his son was born. What Arijit loved the most about kids was their curiosity and inquisitiveness, the way they always question about everything that catches their eye and Nirbhay was no exception. He had his mother’s eyes, ever shining and full of life.

Midnight ramblings- VII (The pain I choose to feel…)