Priya and Harsh were a usual couple who got married about a year ago. Soon after marriage, they realized they were different in their thought process. Priya was well rooted to her culture while Harsh was a nonconformist. He worked for a leading newspaper as a columnist and had gained popularity through his hard-hitting articles against the education system, political rivalries, social stigmas etc.
Dhruv got off the safari van and looked at the river Mrigaya just in front of him. The river was not more than 100 meters in width. There was an extensive forest covering the earth like a black green sheet. He could see it from the higher ground. The sun already sank below the horizon a while ago, drawing the curtain of semi-darkness. It created a horribly beautiful scenario from his point of view. The view was so fascinating and alluring for an adventurous mind.
"I am not going to live for long." Nirupama said, with a blank stare. That took Soham a bit by surprise. He took a few seconds to digest what he heard. Nirupama seemed to be serious with regards to what she just said. Soham looked at her....she seemed to be perfectly fine....in fact she looked better than how he had seen her before.....and sexier too.....though he tried to tell himself that he should not be thinking of her like that.....but it was difficult to control the thought....and may be it was not her fault.....it would be difficult for any man not to have lascivious desires for the gorgeous woman sitting in front of him.
Rahul was beginning to regret the decision of taking up the offer of being at this remote place for the meet. But he was a journalist and the prospect of meeting the lady whose misadventures he had researched for so long was too alluring for him to reject.
Anagha, the 25 year old practically thinking girl was escorted to her husband’s room. It was her wedding night and her friends were the only support she had during this wedding phase. Anagha wasn’t ready for this marriage, but she had no one else to blame, but herself. As she sat on the bed, she could hear her friends trying to cheer her up, but her mind wandered. She didn’t even realize when they left while she sat there all alone. Whenever she heard footsteps outside the door, her heart would skip a beat. After a few minutes, the hustle and bustle died down. She could sense there was pin drop silence in the room. She wanted to cry, but controlled her tears. The more she thought about the situation she was in, the more it reminded her of him.
It was a weekend and Covid had just begun to subside. After a long gap of a year and a half, both the college friends were excited to continue with their weekend jog together. After finishing the first round of 30 minutes, both of them sat on a bench, taking deeper breaths.
This is a plot that I had been wanting to write for a long time now but couldn't think of how to shape this up. Finally, I do have a start. I would love to hear your comments on how I could make this better. I have taken traits from real life scenarios, which I have heard and seen in 20 years of my professional tenure.
Hari Ram was a nineteen-year-old boy who was living alone by himself. His father left him and his mother when he left for Mumbai and got himself a daily wage job. After that, the father never returned to their village. Hari Ram's mother passed the very last year.
Laila's family had only been gone for a few hours and she was already tired. She never worked so hard before. She prepared the food for the animals in their farm, she bathed the goats, collected all the eggs from the chicken coop, collected the bundles of hays in put them in the cowshed. Then She was out in the pasture and checking on the cows, when she noticed one of them behaving strangely. Not very much strangely though. Hopping the fence, she walked in. that cow was gazing like other cows but it was tossing its head very often, like there was any fly bothering it.
