my stories

                       A nighty night and perhaps the darkest and one of the longest night of his life. ‘vishwas’, a 21 yrs old final year BTech guy sitting in the middle of the road inside the C V Raman Institute of Technology campus. Legs are bent, head and the hands completely covering his knees and a pin drop silence in the vicinity. There is still one week for the insti to reopen after summer vacations so only very few students have come yet. He is going to leave tomorrow as his BTech course has already completed and he has got a good job in a reputed IT company. After an hour of deep silence in that posture, he stands up. His eyes are wet. He suddenly starts running on the road in the direction of his face. he runs till he reaches in the center of the college playground. He looks towards the sky and shouts really hard, twice and then starts crying. He cries and cries until the pain inside his heart get releases. Somet...

‘O sacred spirit, O you lovely creature! Even the heaven is not enough for you. Even the heaven doesn’t deserve you. Tell me what do you want. I can give you anything. I can grant you any wish.’—the god at the heaven said.  ‘O god, O dear god. Please give me another body and send me to my master again. I want to feed him and his family again.’—I said.  Yes, this is my story. I am a dog. My name is ‘kuku’ as my master used to call me. My parents were street dogs. They gave me birth and left me in a dumping yard. I was wandering in hunger. while roaming, a young boy of 10 picked me up. His hands were rough. he was a child of a rag picker. He took me to his home and fed me. Soon we became friends. He used to take me everywhere with him. I used to help him collect rags. We used to eat together, work together and sleep together. He used to share his food with me though he never got enough food for himself. He was very busy with his work. He had a big family of 3 sister...

          S he had seen even worse faces and had gone through even worse times in her life than this. The men, all having swords and other armors in their hands, all with cruel and ugly faces, were laughing hard at her. everyone there in the crowd wanted to have her. The man with her hairs in his hand, was dragging her on the dusty road. He had a sword in his hand and he was howling and trying to keep others away from her. ‘this pretty girl is mine and I, only I will taste her, if anyone of you tries to come in my way, this will be his last night.’ Khan. This is what they used to call him. his full name was Abdullah Khan. he was a strong man. A man of both brain and body. no one supposed to raise voice against his worthy words. but today was a different day. ‘of course Khan. it doesn’t matter whether she goes to you or me or any of us, the only thing we want is to kill her physically or mentally. They slaughtered our wives and daughters and sisters. no...