And then they met

She looked around, it was dark and everyone was sleeping. She moved and her body creaked. She coughed lightly, making sure nobody gets disturbed.

“No one should wake up.” She thought

She wanted to get out of the house in the empty street and cry her heart out but she knew this was not possible. No one would let her go outside even in day time, night was out of discussion. After all, it’s only two days since she lost the dearest of her life in a tragic road accident.

The pain was so unbearable. Her spirit was broken down and bleeding. The anguish and sense of loss has taken over every single emotion.

Rishab and Jyotsana met in the college 4 years back. If one could define the term love at first sight their story would have been the best example for it, but just like any regular Bollywood masala there was the right amount of family drama. Their family opposed their relationship in every possible way. Lectures about caste, society and family values everything was tried but they never

backed out. Eventually, after one whole year of ups and down their family agreed. They won the war of love.

When they got engaged, they knew they were almost there to their final destination. Living the rest of their life as a husband and wife and spending every single day looking and holding each other.

Destiny always has a plan of its own.

A week after their engagement she got to know that Rishab was no more. All her dreams of togetherness were shattered in a car accident. Now she was left with memories and sorrow. A promise of always and forever was broken.

She slowly walked towards the door making sure no one would guess and somehow she managed to get out of the house without being noticed. The road was dark and empty. She kept walking and slowly tears escaped her eyes. With every step she took, the tears were more violent. And there she was screaming and crying her heart out. Her tears didn’t stop until she was hit by a car and she bleeds till her last breath.

There were flowers all over and the sky was gloomy. She looked around, she was all alone. Soon, she realized that someone was standing behind her. She turned and there he was standing in white shirt and blue denim.

“You must walk more carefully next time you are on the road.” Rishab said.

She looked at him and stated,” You must drive more carefully next time you are on the road.”

In a fraction of second their lips were locked and their eyes were flowing.

                

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Love....and the calculations

A love stuck, that’s what I am. However, the girl I am fighting for is no longer in a relationship with me. If life is funny then love is certainly a clown. Deep down, we knew this will have no future and soon we started to believe it.

Fools! Aren’t we.

I am sure she loves me and I am also sure that she knew that I love her but we were getting vulnerable every day because somewhere we knew this will never work. We even counted various reasons why this will not work. Two calculative assholes!

We met, we cried and we said goodbye.

Months started passing by. The time was tough and unbearable. I tried to convince myself and every time my heart said,” Just fuck off! I really know what you want.” And I always end up with a poker face.

A few months after that I found her in the metro. She was sitting in front of me.  Our eyes met and then they were wet. In no time we were crying in eachother's arm, hugging each other tightly.

Yeah, No body hooted or clapped which made the entire situation awkward.  But now we know we were thinking way too much. You don’t think when you love, you just love. There are no calculations and there are no logics.

Yes, you don't give up on love and deep down I always knew I was not fighting for a dead cause.

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I AM WALKING DEVIL

DISCLAIMER:

This is a work of fiction and should be read as such. All the incidences in this work is a product of author's imagination. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead or any past event is entirely coincidental. 

I AM WALKING DEVIL 

I am reckless. I walk like a king. I do want I desire to do. I do all things what a devil do.

Few days ago, I thrashed a 7 yr. old boy. I broke his limb and trust me the cracking sound of his limb was just astounding. But what I did few days after that, was even more pleasurable. In a late evening, I saw a girl may be she was returning home or may be she was going somewhere. Well, I don’t care. Walking in an unoccupied road in evening for a girl that too when a boy whose testosterone is charged and adrenalin is flowing in the body, is present, is wrong. She needed to be punished. I paddled my bicycle to reach near her then at some distance I parked it and walked slowly behind her. Soon I dragged her near a road side bush and instantly she shouted or should I say screamed, that pleased me. I slapped her hard on her bosom pressing my hand hardly on it and she fell down. I kicked on her ass and roughly explored her body. I wanted to rape her but I was out of time. There was some urgent work to be finished. Its not that could not. I could have thrashed her head or something and then I would have done what she deserved. Lucky Bitch!

Ha..ha..ha..

You must be wondering, am I not afraid of doing such tomfoolery or am I not afraid of punishment.

NO! I AM NOT (not exactly, but yes though I am not completely fearless but I fear less.)

Because you know..Who am I?

I AM RECKLESS

I AM POWERFUL

I AM WALKING DEVIL

And most important I AM JUVENILE.

Ha..ha..ha…

Its not that, I have never been punished. Last whole year I spent my time inside a remand home. It was not that bad. I formed a little gang there and bullied the little ones. I even forced two boys to strip naked. I watched television on junctures, played, gossiped and yes took lessons and beating too from the officials.

But I am here again. The best thing now I have realized that I can do anything, Even to you also..yes you but you can’t.

I can beat you, molest or rape you if you are a girl or may be even kill you. What could possibly happen to me, few more years in remand home? I don’t mind that, I have my friends there and I can have a good time there too. But don’t you dare to harm me or else you’ll be jailed (jails are like hell) or may be hanged.

You can FIR, protest or do whatever the fuck you want do, nothing can stop my life. After 2-3 years I’ll be back to get your ass thanks to the Indian law. I love India.. The last thing left for you to do in the present state of affairs is to clap like a shemale.  I know that’s not fair but I AM JUVENILE.

Ha…ha..ha…

by Mayank kashyap

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