Stratagem Or Gladden

I was sitting in my living room, reading an article to my mum that was being screened on the television in front of us. It was a normal day with a silver lining of sandwiches for dinner. I am someone who takes her carbs seriously, many of it. I was about to disconnect the screen mirroring and join our usual Kdrama marathon when my lit world blacked out. It didn't make any sad voices nor did it vibrated its last breath. It just went black leaving behind a reflection of my huge concerned eyes.  In desperation, I pressed all the four buttons in all the combinations just to find that it was still alive underneath the facade of death. With a spark of hope in my eyes I plunged the phone to its life support, charger. It made the depressed beep of being connected and threw a bright red light on my lap from its rim around the camera, but reluctant to revive it laid there in unconsciousness.  My mum was worried and frustrated while I was focused to bring it back to life to feel any emot...

Once upon a time, The ocean turned blue with concern as she witnessed mysterious dark spots dimming the glow on The Moon's face.  "What happened, are you alright, my dear?"  "I am not," The moon said as he tightens his grip on a passing cloud. A vain effort. "You can't hide behind clouds forever, can you?" The ocean flowed to meet his eyes.  "I was worried due to some gloomy thoughts and this happened, I don't know what to do anymore,"  "Oh boy, why don't you lent me your thoughts, for the time being, I anyway have some blank space at the depth," The ocean shrugged. "Why would you do that for me?" The moon peered through the clouds. "There have been so many days when I have received love by your reflection, you've helped me to reach the shores whenever I stepped back out of fear of defeat. This is the least I could do, please." The moon feeling at ease let the next cloud pass by.  After this night...

The recording has started. ---beep--- The recorder started with it's meant to sound sexy monotone voice. Sounds so chaos and bursting of balloons came from the living room. As a guy dressed in white shorts and a yellow striped t-shirt, leaning against the kitchen counter appeared in front of the screen. He reached out to get the biscuits from the shelf above while staring into the lens, making other snacks shift.  "Watch out." The girl holding the hand cam said.  He gave a lopsided grin catching the box of biscuits with his hands and an empty Tupperware on his head. The girl took some steps back and went towards the chaos. Doors and doors. Wooden shelves lined with hardbound classics and tables dressed in printed cloth with heavily blossomed girls in a various dance pose. The house itself looked awkward with it's a new company.  The girl went ahead and stopped in front of a polished wooden door. A perfectly French manicured hand, highlighting a delicate gold bracelet ...

Mr Alfred flicked through Sports News with utter disinterest. His mind not getting engaged into what once used to be the combination of the two best programs.  Tightening his jaw he placed his feet on the coffee table with his shoes still on, feeling like a rebel he ordered his wife. "Luna! Water!" Within minutes she came with a glass balanced on a tray, not a hint of frustration to put his poor heart at rest.  He gave the glass a side glance and snarled "Are you trying to revenge me, it's too cold to drink!"  Luna flicked her eyes twice before going inside and bringing the glass back with a hand towel wrapped around it like a cosy blanket.  Holding it with his both hands, sitting in the centre of the sofa Mr Alfred thought "This lady's heart is indeed made of steel. I'll have to plan something bigger" The next day Mr Alfred was fidgeting in his seat as he waited for Luna to come for her regular afternoon tea with a book and her diary. It was h...

Dear Stranger, Hello,  As you have found this letter I feel entitled to give an explanation about it. I'm writing this letter at a point in my life where I really need to empty my head, then only will I be able to take the step that I'm about to. Actually, I wanted to send this letter to the cosmic but I needed a quick delivery so I request you to be my unknown cosmic or throw it away, no pressure. Here's something that I would like to ask you assuming that you must have had moments in your journey where you had to part ways with someone. It must have been hard as there are no easy goodbyes. And now that I'm standing at a place after which there is no returning, all I could wonder is that: Is it a loss if you have decided to break the threads? Or is loss only entitled to those who hold on beyond the bounds of circumstances? All my life I have been learning that nobody has the right to make a decision for someone else only to stumble upon a situation where I'm respon...

'Once upon a time. In a kingdom far away. There lived a girl with eyes as green as the Atlantic ocean.'  Wait. What the hell. Who in this world decided that the story begins from Once upon a time. And what for?  Why can't the story start from 'The middle' or 'The end' per se?  Because of rules?  Now, What's the perk of being an author if you can't break a couple of rules. This needs to change. So, it's decided. This story will be different. It will begin from 'The End' ________________________________ Jule tightens Her grip on Dante's wrist and kept walking with all her strength.  She turns around, looking beyond Dante's questioning eyes and saw nothing but trees mossed by ages, covering them from every side. The lights and voices lost somewhere back in the twilight as they entered the dusk. "Stop for the heaven's sake," He  said finally putting his feet down. She bends over to catch her breath while he leaned agains...