No plan could be a plan

“I only write when I am inspired. Fortunately I am inspired at 9 o’clock every morning.”—William Faulkner

Sara was ironing the wrapping paper from Christmas on New Year’s Eve while watching the new episode of ‘The Crown’. Her phone was blinking endlessly and she welcomed too many messages. She wasn’t in a party mood and decided to ignore the texts. Though she definitely was in the holiday mood. So she decided to snuggle on the couch with hot chocolate. When the clock struck midnight, she went to the balcony and looked at the fireworks illuminating the sky. It’s magical how we walk into a new year and want to fix everything wrong starting from Day 1.


The morning of January 1st was fruitful for Sara as she unboxed her planner and wrote a letter to her future self. She continued stretching on her yoga mat for a week to accomplish her resolution. Then, as she approached mid-January, her ex-boyfriend decided to get engaged and hell broke loose with one Instagram post.

Sara drowned herself in wine and locked herself up. Jamie, her best friend came to the rescue. Reminding her about her toxic relationship and reasons to move on in life. Jamie saw Sara’s vision board hanging above her writing desk. The vision board was a reflection of Sara’s new year’s resolutions. January was marked for yoga and meditation, February was marked for resuming the running schedule, and March was honored with a travel sticker with an unknown destination. While everything on the vision board looked vibrant. Jamie’s gaze was stuck on travel and she started pestering Sara with the idea of solo travel….

I wrote this short story as a part of an exercise to combat ‘Writer’s block’ last weekend. I believe it is always good to pen down your wandering thoughts. You would be worst or good at building a backdrop as a writer. But in the end, it is crucial for you to pick yourself up and fight your demon. Let all the characters inside your head, land on the paper and you could be the puppet charmer. The above story is based on a prompt provided at the Write Club Bangalore. Even though, in its incomplete form, it gave me the courage to publish it here to mark the clearing brain fog of a writer inside.

Book Review: The Door

Title: The Door: An Indie Horror

Author: Ell P

ASIN: B07D16R5NH

Pages: 21

Format: Kindle

Blurb: What would you do, if one fine day, a door, that was never there, appears in your living room?

Would you up and run?
Would you blast open the door?
Would you follow every single conspiracy theory blog?
Or would you just learn to ignore its existence?

Mishka and her family have only one choice, they will have to learn to ignore the strange door in their living room that only opens from the other side. And they do, until one fine day The Door, decides to make its presence known.

My Rating: 4.5./5

Review: My shelf is loaded with all genres of novels- thriller, love story and non-fiction ones as well. Recently, I was part of a workshop where I learnt the difference between a novel and novella. Before the workshop, I never knew there are short stories which are referred as shorter than novel and longer than short stories. An example of the famous novella was put up as a subject- The Old Man and the Sea- Ernst Hemingway. I remember reading that one, but never did I realize that it was a “Novella”.

So, for reader out there, Novella is a short long story where the word count falls below than 50,000 words. I believe this would add to the list of readers as many of us aren’t fans of thick novels.

‘The Door’ is a beautiful piece of work by one of the authors from the Write Club Bangalore, Ell P. I have been a fan of her work always since the time I started my journey at the Write Club. This novella is one of the best examples portraying the hardships of a modern day Mom. Simba is a curious but intelligent kid to give a tough time to his mom even in terms of story telling. I wasn’t sure about the plot when I started reading it. It spoke about everything sometimes spirituality, sometimes curiosity. This 24 minutes read kept me anxious about the things happening in the neighborhood where Mishka lived. I was mesmerized by the child, I would never have been this brave even if I had to fight a cockroach. The beauty of the plot is all characters fit in place…. it is a story where you fall affectionately for Tojo, love the bond between Aryan and Mishka and yes, curse ‘the door’ to close the climax for you. However, the plot is amazing but thank god I never read this at night.

Favorite ones from the novella:

“There were theories, some sane, some insane.”

“Our greatest enemy sometimes is our own imagination.” 

“Overcoming ones fear is very important” 

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About the Author: Lakshmi Priya, better known as Ell P is a leadership consultant/coach when the sun shines, and a writer/artist past midnight.

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May Edition: The Chronicles of Jim and Other Stories

Write Club Bangalore is on fire with increased number of publications. The May edition of the Write Club Magazine on Amazon Kindle is out with a total of ten stories from different authors. I am glad to be a part of this group where I have learnt a lot about writing and heard from some great writers. I have been out of touch with the club, but I make it a point to read their pieces and learn something from every writer.

Here, is my story “Diary of womb” which has been published in the magazine for the May month. I have no clue about the concept which I used to plot this piece of work. I was too tired of writing romance, maybe. I have been always into romance, this was the way out to explore something new in the writing world. In this plot, I wanted to connect the problems of a girl child and the evil happenings in the society. I couldn’t do justice to the plot in my head, I would say.

So go ahead and read my story along with the nine other amazing stories. If you like or dislike anything in particular, do leave a review or a comment. I am glad you stopped by and read this post of mine. 🙂

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Second Month: First Trimester

“It has been quite some time now, mom dad know of my existence. I am happy here in this place which is referred to as ‘womb’ by my mom’s doctor… Oh wait! They call her a gynea…” the voice said.  “Yes, a gynaecologist,” corrected the other one floating in the womb. “Ever since mom broke the news to dad about the existence of life inside her, he has been a changed person. He gets up early to make breakfast whereas it is a difficult morning for mom dealing with morning sickness. We are so sorry for this, Mom,” the first voice said.

“Don’t be sorry,” she won’t like it said the boy in formation.

“You seem quite insensitive,” replied the girl in formation.

“Can we continue our fight when we are out of this ocean?!” ‘He’ exclaimed.

“Yes, here we have to be partners together and even outside we have to back each other,” said ‘She’.

“Do you think Dad knows about both of us?” ‘She’ added.

“No, I don’t think so. We are still in formation, as the doctor told Mom during her previous visit,” ‘He’ replied.

“He would be so happy when he comes to know about us, both of us,”

“I guess.”

“Why do you guess?”

“Maybe coz we both are different. You are a girl and I am a boy. I think they wanted two boys,” ‘He’ laughed .

“Well, I heard Dad saying that he wants a girl.”

“Well! Don’t be so confident, Miss…”

“We will see,” and ‘She’ slept.

They lay protected in the womb of Divya, who was in her first trimester. Divya and Harsh were married for quite some time. Now, they were expecting their first baby or rather babies. Her gynaecologist, Varsha, hadn’t disclosed the existence of twins in Divya’s womb. She was waiting for the first trimester to end successfully.

Fourth Month: Beginning of Second Trimester

“We are getting late for the doctor’s appointment. Honey, can you finish your calls later?” Divya called out to Harsh.

“Yes, I am almost done,” Harsh walked out of the study.

“You can be on time for this at least Harsh,” Divya said angrily, while Harsh smiled.

“Dad is just five minutes late, why is mom shouting?” ‘He’ asked.

“We have to be on time always,” ‘She’ replied.

“Whatever…”

“You are a brat already!”

“Women always have to exaggerate the situation,” ‘He’ mocked.

“Men always have to contradict women, even when they are right,” ‘She’ said angrily.

“You don’t argue with me, I will strangle you with this tube,” ‘He’ said, holding the placenta tube tight in his fist.

Divya felt pain inside and groaned.

“You are stupid, don’t fight like this. It is hurting mom,” ‘She’ said, worried.

“Oh, Sorry! But that sorry was for troubling Mom and not you,” ‘He’ looked away and calmed down.

“Behave yourself till the time we are trapped in this ocean,”

“Yes, I know. I will see you outside this crazy small world,”

“I am going to beat you to death for this. You just wait until we climb into the outside world,” ‘She’ said angrily.

“And you think I will spare you?” ‘He’ mocked.

“Well, you will have to…coz I am going to be the favourite one.”

“We will see, you idiot.”

Divya and Harsh reached Doctor Varsha’s clinic in about 15 minutes, where the nurse signalled them to wait for a while. Harsh took the files and bag from Divya, signalling her to sit in the queue waiting outside the room. In about 20 minutes, they were inside the doctor’s chamber. Varsha examined Divya and smiled a bit. Divya and Harsh both looked confused seeing that smile on Varsha’s face.

“I have good news for you,” Varsha said.

“You are going to be parents,” she paused for a while…

“We know that Doctor,” Divya confusingly looked at Harsh.

“It’s twins,” Varsha said.

“You have to be more cautious about your eating habits and don’t worry if you feel kicks, these two might be a trouble inside,” laughed the doctor.

Tears welled from Harsh’s eyes as he held Divya’s hand. The doctor explained to them the condition of the babies inside the womb. They returned home with the reports and decided not to disclose this news to anyone for few more months.

Every two weeks, the couple made it a point to pay a visit to the doctor. This was just to keep a track on the well-being of the babies. At the end of the second trimester, Varsha disclosed the different sexes of the twin babies.

“How are they doing doctor?” asked Harsh.

“Well, both of them are doing well. But I am worried about the position they are in inside,” Varsha said.

“They trouble me a lot doctor,” complained Divya, on which both Harsh and Varsha laughed.

“Well, we can’t control them or scold them now Divya. So, have some patience. It’s just a matter of a few months,” Doctor Varsha said.

Last month: Third Trimester

The news was official about the twins Harsh and Divya were expecting. They swam in the womb healthily. Divya experienced trouble at night when these naughty souls remained awake.

“You look pretty,” ‘He’ complimented.

“Thank you… Urgh! ‘And so do you’. I wish I could say that,” ‘She’ laughed.

“You think the world is beautiful outside this ocean?” ‘She’ asked.

“Well, the world is cruel outside this massive ocean, you know. I am more worried about you. Yesterday, mom was watching something where they shouted about a thing called ‘rape’. She cried after that, thinking about you,” ‘He’ replied.

“Why didn’t I notice this?” ‘She’ wondered.

“You slept early yesterday after our fight. Remember?”

“I think the world is biased and unsafe for girls. Mom & dad were worried when the doctor told them about us. I think it was because of you” ‘He’ said.

“You are so mean!” ‘She’ cried.

“Hey! I am not mean. I am telling you about it. I promise to protect you, don’t worry,” ‘He’ tried to console her.

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Chaos Inside

It’s 8 AM in the morning, Nilisha walks towards her cubicle after the collecting the reports from the clinic. She lost the rosy blush on her face when she read the report. A pale yellow face stared at the screen blankly. A streak of sweat made way from her forehead sliding down her soft cheeks. Anyone would guess that she was terrified. Rushing to the washroom, tears rolling down… she held her head in agony. Splashing water on her face, smearing her Kohl…
“How can this happen to me? Out of all the diseases, it was this that my body chose.”
“Hi” called out a voice leaving her petrified
“Who is it? I m in no mood for a joke now. I hope I have made myself clear” she screamed
“Calm down; I am the one who’s the cause of your suffering. I will be there with you 24×7…” replied the voice
“Are you out of your mind? I am suffering from breast cancer… you know the word breast which turns heads… Eyes and what not. And cancer… it is even required to highlight the severity of the situation.” Angry Nilisha blotted
“Do you know 1 out of every eight women suffers from the disease called – Me … oh sorry, I meant Breast cancer. I have been with you since you attained puberty. But I only show up when I feel neglected.”
“What the hell are you talking about, when was the time I neglected. I have never smoked in my entire life. In case you consider passive smoking as an offense” wiping out her tears Nilisha uttered
“Lady are you even aware of what is happening to the world!!! Cancer doesn’t occur only in people who are smokers, alcoholics… it can occur to anyone… subjected to the changes your body goes through”
“Well, I can Google the facts myself. So, in case you don’t mind leaving me alone for the day” Nilisha being out loud.
“No, that’s an oath we diseases take…Never to leave the patient alone. Just play a bit of hide and seek with doctors. Screw up your sleep time by irrelevant spasms… what do you think only humans like to party. No, we party with the organs. While you keep mourning in pain.”
“I don’t understand why would you do that to a person who has been eating healthy all this while, avoiding tobacco consumption in any form. I have to live with this all my life and die a painful death seeing my parents shattered in front of my own eyes” Nilisha broke down howling in pain
“Do you know why this happened? Calm down pull up urself.. it happened cz you didn’t take care of the small lump which formed in your right breast a year ago. You talk about healthy food and stuff.. your body was crying out for help and what you thought… some elevated estrogen level was leading to that pain in the breast area.”
“Yes how do…” lost in thoughts
“I told you I know. There are about 90% chances that your breast cancer could be cured. It is at a very early stage, make the best of time, and I’ll be gone forever from your breasts.. oops body.”
“Gosh, you are such a man… So, you mean to say that I should go for the chemotherapy session and lose all my hair.” Nilisha screamed all by herself
“Lady who teaches you all this stuff… Ae Dil Hai mushkil. I am pretty sure. I would suggest reading through about me, as in breast cancer, and it’s cure and prevention techniques.”
It was after three months of chemotherapy sessions, Nilisha did lose some of her hair. But the lump in the breast was removed efficiently.
Looking at her reports after the last chemo session… she decided to go the washroom and hound the voice.
“Hi, here is the report and I guess it is time to say goodbye​. You have been very rude to me over this phase of my life” Nilisha looked straight into the mirror and uttered these words.
“I am glad that you are all fit and fine, now it’s time for me to go and infect some of your colleagues. You know someone has to die coz of me. It helps in remaining at power just like the government you know”

 

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Book Review: The Tree Bears Witness – A Birbal Mystery

‘Some dead people make the most charming companions. Way better than the living, one could say’

Book: The Tree Bears Witness- A Birbal Mystery

Author: Sharath Komarraju

ISBN-10: 9386850443

ISBN-13: 978-9386850447

Publisher: Westland

Pages: 250

Binding: Paperback

Publication: 17 November 2017

Blurb:

Barely a month has passed since the royal wedding of Emperor Akbar to the legendary Jodha when the new queen’s brother, Sujjamal, is found murdered in the palace gardens. With his honour and reputation at stake, Akbar asks his trusted advisor Birbal to solve the mystery. The murder has taken place in a garden, at a spot between two mango trees, and the two guards who are eyewitnesses have conflicting versions of what could have happened. Was it suicide? Was it Akbar himself who ordered the killing or was it the Rajputs who accompanied Sujjamal, his uncles ad cousin, who are guilty? 

Set in a period that has been described as the golden age of the Mughals, the novel draws us into the royal court of Agra, abuzz with political intrigue, personal enmities and hidden rivalries, where everyone is a suspect until proven otherwise. 

My Rating: 4/5

Review:

I am privileged that I was amongst few readers receiving review copies from Westland Publication. Write Club Bangalore should be thanked for this, as one fine day my mailbox featured a mail from Sharath (the author). How cool! Yes, super cool receiving mail from the author just before the release of the book. Everyone isn’t a history buff or a history fan. We believed what the books taught us certifying it as boring. We believed what the television series telecasted approving it as fact. We believed what directors projected on the big screen certifying it as controversial. Well, I remember Sujjamal, as Sonu Sood from the movie Jodha Akbar 😛

This novel takes you back to the royal gardens featuring the mysterious death of Sujjamal. Every chapter describes that horrific night distinctly. Of course, we know what happened, relating to the movie we saw and the stories we heard. But, the author has described the tales of Akbar-Birbal amidst the murder mystery. Every character has been well-defined in the plot, ranging from the royal gardens to the royal guards. At some point of time, you would start feeling bad for the older royal guard as every interrogation challenge his memory. The fact that the novel featured was it is essential to be dressed royally, even at the time of emergency.

‘Why do you smile in that fashion, Birbal? Does it amuse you that the king of the land must also care about how he looks?’ 

With Birbal by the side, no mystery can be left unsolved and no one could be punished for the act. The novel would keep the readers guessing about the murdered till the end. This novel was one of my first historical event read of the year.

‘He who thinks knows much knows nothing’ 

I would like to thank Sharath for trusting me with the book and Westland Books for providing the review copy of the novel.

 

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Magazine Review: The Strongest Man and Other Stories – Write Club Bangalore

There is a population of readers residing in this world, who prefer reading short stories for the early climax, deep emotion shedding and of course relatively less time consumption. Here, food for some of those souls residing in the Kindle world. Write Club Bangalore has published December Edition of short stories for the readers. The magazine consists of five stories which could barely be time-consuming.

  1. The Strongest Man
  2. Of Ghost Towns and Empty Hearts
  3. Secrets of the Goldfish
  4. The Eclipse
  5. Random Events on a Flyover

Every story has a strong emotion linked to it. The collection takes you to a different genre- humor, drama, supernatural. The first one- ‘The Strongest Man’ by Arjun Shetty, which will leave you in tears… yes laughter riot in itself. It is one of the well-crafted short stories I read. I would have loved to know the incidents after the encounter though.

The fantastic story lined in ‘Of Ghost Towns and Empty Hearts’ by Ell.P would send down chills down the spine. If I start describing it, I will end up revealing the suspense.

“Weed, a habit she had picked up after Johnny, it numbed the pain and helped her stay warm.”

‘Secrets of the Goldfish’: A well-written emotionally scripted short story by Pavan. Throughout the story, I was wondering about the pain one undergoes on losing someone so close. The feeling remains unmatched, where you stand there bidding goodbye to someone…. Not an airport goodbye, but a farewell FOREVER.

“all the memories in the house waiting for him like hungry pets.”

‘The Eclipse’ by Amel Rahman is one of the work experience, every one of us would have experienced once in the work life. If not, then wait for Ishita to make you believe in superstition.

“her precious eyes naked and hypnotised, drinking in the dark power of the fiery black sun.” 

‘Random Events on a Flyover’ by Ankit Jha, is a real-life inspired storyline, adding humor to the annoying traffic on the streets. What you would wish, once in a while traffic was that crazy to forget the destination and enjoy at the moment.

All the stories are awesome, it took me a while to finish the magazine. I am grateful that I was a part of this club once, where I have heard story-teller mesmerizing the audience. However, my personal favorite has always been short stories and write-up by Ell.P. At the end of this magazine, I am also a fan of Pavan and would wait eagerly for the next edition. I would also like to make a suggestion- the editing could have been better. I hope the collection of stories increase with every new version of Write Club Bangalore.

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Happy Reading 🙂