Tale teller

CONTENT WARNING : This post contains mature themes and is intended for an older youth audience . Viewer discretion is advised . 1.  The Stalker . “I never had an idea that this could be such a fun,” she exclaimed as she washed off the blood from the knife. “Yeah, we must do it more often,” he said chewing the heart of her stalker. 2. The Photograph . Staring at her photograph, he repeated regretfully, “I love you, please come back. Somehow!” Suddenly, something whispered into his ears – “Why  didn't  you say this to me, when I was alive?” 3. The Skin Tone . She screamed out looking at her husband’s burnt face. “Ssshh…,” he said grimly, “Look at me dear; just look what I did for you! Now, even I am of dark color. No longer shall people talk about our color differences.” 4. The Betrayal . “I want to confess something to you,” he said keeping the coffee mug on the table and wiping the remains of coffee on his  musta...

It was six years ago when I saw L’ for the first time. He was brought to Wammy’s house, just after a week when I was brought here. He was an ordinary boy who rolled his eye ball here and there as he walked in, along with uncle Wammy. “Here we go dear, stay with them and enjoy. I need to do some paperwork and arrangements for accommodating a new member to the family,” Said uncle Wammy with the great swiftness in his voice and then he left L’ in the hall, filled with several children. Everyone was busy in their games and toys; however few, including me, noticed a new boy in the hall. He unfolded his muffler and walked towards the wall. He stood still for a moment and then crouched on the floor with his knees bent in front of his chest. He exhaled a deep breathe and closed his eyes. I was also new to this orphanage, just a week ago I was brought here, so I didn’t have any friend, so it felt me more comfortable to befriend him. I went to him and sat nearby. He didn’t move, I...

Wife lifted herself and looked deep into the eyes of her loving husband. He was the only person who knows exactly, how to treat her, how to comfort her and how to love her. She knew it well that her husband never liked to hear the stories or talks about Deva, but for the sake of her smile he always listened to her. But she was now required to answer, so she calmed herself and started telling that why she didn’t met her best friend. “He was at the flower shop,” she started, arranging all the incidents in her memory, she sounded firm, she continued, “few steps away, holding flowers in his hand. At first it seemed he hasn’t noticed me so I started walking rapidly towards him. I wanted to surprise him. Several thoughts rushed into my head. I was staring him, trying to notice what all had changed in him during these eight years. He has buffed up! He is no longer thin like those old days.” Sanjeev was listening to his wife very carefully and in his imagination, he picturized everything t...

In a market, after eight years, they crossed each other. In that crowd she didn’t notice him. It was then her six years old daughter who saw him and at once pulled her momma's sari and claimed, "Momma, he looks like the same guy in your college album, your best friend."                                                 She looked down to her child and asked politely, “What is it my dear?” “Momma,” said her excited daughter pointing towards the flower shop, “Over there, that uncle, your best friend!”                                           ...