Once upon a nightmare, Under the oak tree, Gazing the October sky, Painted darker than black, I flumped onto the blood-red ground beneath me, Oozing melancholy of my gifted wounds, Asalia tears betraying my iris-coloured iris, And falling down on my lonely scintilla. The cold breeze ruffling through my grey furs, The rust lining my spine, The blackened sharp nails with bits of flesh, My intangible ugly halo shining bright. The darkness of this light hurts me, What am I? The screaming pain in my bones, Every full moon, Splitting my soul, one by two, And every time, The tinted truth in the glow of this darkness, Petrifies me, haunts me, The slices of life, smeared with death around me, The instant burning rage, When I switch into this animal, Failing to realise, The shrieking mistakes, The apologies lodged in my throat, The wailing human soul of mine, Through crevices in my heart, Can I still be forgiven? This isn’t my choice, It’s the nature’s imprisonment to me, The waning hues each time. The lone wolf in me is still breathing, Weary and frazzled, Curled up in her furs, My human side struggling to take over now, Waiting for the Night’s final veil, Perhaps, it’s over for tonight, As I see the sun rising, I notice my white skin coming back, I’m human now, Till the next full moon, Once upon another nightmare, A werewolf and her hopeless despair.
Eyes that shine with experience, Wrinkled lines on the forehead, Subtle and solemn face that hides fears, And Smile of a silly teenager. Eyelashes wet with worries, Some silvery hair strands waving out, Endless prayers of well being, She recites And sole responsibility of hers, She believes, To seed happiness into lives of loved. O! Maybe the angel itself has taken birth In human form, To set free the mortals From worldly tribulations. Indeed She is a mother.
What’s a world without the gentle caressing of a mother….?
She’s the one who shows the least pain when we fell and have a wound. She hides her worries for you. She is the one who stays up late just so you could complete your studying for the examination next day
When you grow up in a teenager, she deals with your new grumpy side where you say idiotic things to her, she never even take those words and stick to them and be mad at you for your whole life. Still she is the one who helps us when we have an emotional side up on.
And when you do grow into a beautiful woman or a handsome man, she gets filled up in pride and watches you carry out your life as perfectly as she aspired.
In and all, she spends her whole life growing you and then when she leaves this world, she is all satisfied and contented as she completed as sole responsibility.
The CBI has finally been investigating Sushant Singh Rajput’s case and some people can’t resist it completely. When everyone is concerned about fishy and fuzzy investigation done by Maharashtra Police and the impartial involvement of Maharashtra government some media houses are trying to play their dirty game of journalism and falsehood. When I say dirty games of Journalism, we must not deviate ourselves from the thin lines put in four pages long columns. ‘The Print’ one of the open gutter is trying to defame Biharis and our beloved SSR’s Murder/Suicide case with false evidences which I will discuss as I proceed.
The title which says and I quote “Sushant Singh and the burden of being a ‘Shravan Kumar’ in toxic Bihari Families” which is obviously written as POV (Point of View) section of The Print as an opinion. As she refers to the family (who’s seeking justice for their son, who was murdered or if he did suicide are the matters of Investigation) she writes “The toxic family structure of Cow belt India, especially Bihar and how it treats its precious sons.”
She just explains it, the kind of Bihar her whole life has seen. She is shameless, heartless and most importantly a baseless journalist. She uses words especially Bihar, which is totally based on her crappy illusion of Bihar.
In my opinion, I feel girls like Jyoti Yadav, who are fed on the falsehood, should be treated as a garbage and possible threat to Divide INDIA Movement. She possesses a knowledge of nothingness. She explains her lies based on facts which will astonish all of you who hail themselves or connects himself to writing.
We are responsible in one way or the other. We have to cross-examine our facts several times before writing a fiction or poetry. When it comes to Nonfiction, news report or in simple definition what we call it journalism, the responsibilities are considered to be at its roof.
The facts she included to support her arguments shows her desperate intend to link the argument without caring about the fact. She was so desperate that she translated a song into a wrong way to support the rubbish content she writes. Following are the highlights:
The Use of Netflix series based on a story by Rabindranath Tagore
She explains “how Girlfriend/Wife separates the family from the son”is a thought process every Bihari family possesses. Seriously, you should have watched ALT Balaji, and more Bhojpuri films or in fact songs in your own native language, they also try to sell culture as you do
The wrong attempted Translation of a Bhojpuri Song
She translated “Sajnwa into Family”. Why’s that?? So that she can claim “The man has gone to Kolkata where he has fallen in love with a Bengali woman. The family asks the woman to take gold instead and leave the man.” Hell of a nonsense.
3) The story of Bihari friend who told her he was counselling his mother for she didn’t accept his sister-in-law.
You see the facts, what a terrific research to prove something on a sensitive topic of immense impact. Hence, this rotten egg of her baseless journalism proves “Bihari families can’t stand girlfriends.” I got to see hails from Haryana, which has a particularly regressive image in honour killings due to existence of Khap Panchayats there. Pathetic means Pathetic people as blind as they can get. Here is a report provided by Oxford research.
4) Because SSR’s sister shared that his brother can never do suicide this makes her dumb head understand that “depression is seen as a defeat in Bihari.” You’re an utter idol of dumbness and idiocy.
5) “Families don’t accept any other version of the son other than the one they create for them. All those people who came out to speak about Sushant’s life hadn’t met him for several years.”
Well someone never taught her sentence transitions are there, where you should/can make sense out of two sentences. Are these sentences make a common sense?? When people are craving for justice you think people only in family is coming together, whole nation is with him.
For some reasons, I don’t believe in media. But, Journalist like Jyoti Yadav and media agency like The Print should eat their shits in their offices. They’re disgrace to this nation. Their falsehood, their misinterpretation of facts, and their biased opinion should be put in the same gutter, where they hell from. This isn’t fair if they exist in our society. They must be barred from doing their dirty jobs beneath the purity of journalism.
Stories, when we read, we fall in love with the feel expressed through the adorable amalgamation of words. There are numerous amount of short fictions published every year. If we calculate to be exact, it is more than 200,000 every year which obviously doesn’t include unpublished short stories. As the number keeps rising, we’re here to help you out. Today we’re going to short the list out to 10, which is not as exact to be exact but based on orientation and premise, also on the kind of reviews they collected.
Before we dive in, just remember all of these stories are masterpieces which can’t be put, judged or numbered by anyone. So Let go straight into the most remarkable works in short fictions. All of these stories are available on Amazon Audible with free membership the link to the audible links is also provided.
Overview It is Written by O Henry. It goes beyond the time and timeline. The premise is set for one couple living in small town and how they struggle for a Christmas gift. This story has a pure touch which will imprint a deep impact in the most wonderful fashion.
A Glimpse : “Life is full of sniffles sobs and smiles. With sniffles predominating.” “There was clearly nothing to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl. So Della did it. Which instigates the moral reflection that life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating.”
Overview When we talk about personal triumph, family and conspiracy, this story is a must treat. Its arresting dialogue and precise style will make you fall in love the writer.The story is set at an upscale seaside resort in Florida. It’s about a couple finding different meanings for themselves until things go south. It is available in the book ‘Nine Stories’ written by J.D. Salinger.
A Glimpse “Ask me something else, Sybil,” he said. “That’s a fine bathing suit you have on. If there’s one thing I like, it’s a blue bathing suit.” Sybil stared at him, then looked down at her protruding stomach. “This is a yellow,” she said. “This is a yellow.” “It is? Come a little closer.” Sybil took a step forward. “You’re absolutely right. What a fool I am.”
Overview Revenge and triumph, Beliefs and commitment. This is a perfect treat to have with the Poe’s exclusive 19th century fascination. This story will take you to the lap of lost time and in anguish of self respect. It is about a friend who finds himself disrespected and he takes his revenge.
A Glimpse “THE thousand injuries of Fortunato I had borne as I best could, but when he ventured upon insult I vowed revenge. You, who so well know the nature of my soul, will not suppose, however, that gave utterance to a threat. At length I would be avenged; this was a point definitely, settled –but the very definitiveness with which it was resolved precluded the idea of risk. I must not only punish but punish with impunity. A wrong is unredressed when retribution overtakes its redresser. It is equally unredressed when the avenger fails to make himself felt as such to him who has done the wrong. ”
Overview Passion is a tale of self realisation and self discovery. The lost patrichor or nostalgia of time with changes in personal and inter personal relations and life. It’s a amalgamation of experiences. Availability on Audible is not sure for the time being. Meanwhile, You still can Read Here.
A Glimpse “It wasn’t the drinking that was responsible. The same thing was waiting, no matter what, and all the time. Drinking, needing to drink—that was just some sort of distraction.”
“When night comes, it becomes clear to her that “they were still in the world after all. That she had to get back to Bailey’s Falls.”
Overview How can any list be completed without having Charles Dickens in it. A perfect horror story for everyone who loves reading horror/thrillers. The story is set at junction where the signal Man works. He is haunted by the ghosts of people died in a train crash.
A Glimpse “When he heard a voice thus calling to him, he was standing at the door of his box, with a flag in his hand, furled round its short pole. One would have thought, considering the nature of the ground, that he could not have doubted from what quarter the voice came; but, instead of looking up to where I stood on the top of the steep cutting nearly over his head, he turned himself about and looked down the Line.”
6. “The Short Happy Life of Francis Macomber” by Ernest Hemmingway
Overview Francis Macomber, a man of good words and less courage. The story is a constant fight of Macomber with his life, wife and Robert Wilson who is a contrary character to the Macomber. There is a Hunt for a lion, a search for bravery, insecurities and Hemmingway style of narration. The story appeared in many books since it was published in September 1936 issue of Cosmopolitan magazine.
A Glimpse “If a four-letter man marries a five-letter woman, he was thinking, what number of letters would their children be?” “Because she had done the best she could for many years back and the way they were together now was no one person’s fault.”
Overview When I first read this, I was in high school. It never fade away from memory, and every time you read this you will go through the same feeling again and again. If you really like to read something romantic drama with a wonderful orientations, just go for it. It is well known for its twisted ending, some aspiration or ambitions can lead you somewhere and put you in position to struggle for your survival and last thing you want to it was all in vain, just read it, i don’t want to spoil that.
A Glimpse “She dressed simply, being unable to afford anything better, but she was every whit as unhappy as any daughter of a grand family who has come down in the world.“ “Instead of being delighted as her husband had hoped, she tossed the invitation peevishly onto the table and muttered: ‘What earthly use is that to me?’
Overview The Misfit is reckoned murderer in this crime short fiction. He encounters with a family, who’re on their way to East Tennessee. This encounter and the grandmother reading article on the same day before going, created amounted tension as the story proceeds. This is considered as to be the best short story by Flannery O’Conner.
A Glimpse “I found out the crime don’t matter. You can do one thing or you can do another, kill a man or take a tire off his car, because sooner or later you’re going to forget what it was you done and just be punished for it.”
Overview On this adventurous trip, you will lost for sure. Gip goes to the Magic shop with his father on his birthday. The extraordinarily told story will catch you by heart. Gip enjoys being in that magic whereas his father is cautious and examines things. Adventure keeps going as they proceed towards their journey.
A Glimpse “I had seen the Magic Shop from afar several times; I had passed it once or twice, a shop window of alluring little objects, magic balls, magic hens, wonderful cones, ventriloquist dolls, the material of the basket trick, packs of cards that looked all right, and all that sort of thing, but never had I thought of going in until one day, almost without warning, Gip hauled me by my finger right up to the window, and so conducted himself that there was nothing for it but to take him in.”
Overview This is one of the best read experience. The peculiar story telling and trademark of Hemingway explains Nick Adams’s journey into the Michigan backwoods. This two part short story is a journey into the damaged , self-traumatised and his unwillingness to fish the deep water of the swamp a resonant evocation of trauma.
A Glimpse “He sat on the logs, smoking, drying in the sun, the sun warm on his back the river shallow ahead entering the woods, curving into the woods, shallows light glittering, big water-smooth rocks, cedars along the bank and white birches, the logs warm in the sun, smooth to sit on, without bark, gray to the touch; slowly the feeling of disappointment left him.”