Promises!

In the world full of chaos and epitome of hypocrisy, promises had transformed themselves into a ruse trick, a trick that facades the value of word with each forgotten promise. Promises! The nature of whom is to remain immune to changing circumstances, has stymied. Promises that have endured their importance through ages has started rusting down. 

The way they have changed themselves to prove their loyalty; has legitimate their loyalty. 

They have degraded their position of honor, to be used when misproven of character; from used to secure their comforts to escape the discomfort. 

A person can contradictorily rule and at the same time ruin the world only with words. Probably that had made the great German Dictator a villain. Or a hero. A great orator, a national hero. Or a hypocrite. Or a damn Storyteller… To a great Storyteller. That’s what these words, none more nor less. 

Promises are moon, with circumstantial sense of allegiance. They are corrupt politicians playing on to the instant circumstances; aware of the art of misleading mind and souls. The conqueror of attention. The captive for minds. The emperors of power. 

Words lie to protect the truth... Words spy to reject the truth. Words specify to sell the truth… Words clarify to buy the truth!

Words are gentle… The same dismantle. The same is the leader… The same believer. The same is death… And the same is survivor… Words are promises and words are oaths… Words are rebel and the same are revolution! 

                                          

#1 The city girl 

#2 The way she happened

3. Infatuated love

“Hey Cortana” probably was the first time I was talking to her, breaking the silence across the room.

“Is love at first sight possible?” I almost whispered so that Raghav and Anant couldn’t get a hint of it. I glanced at them making it sure they weren’t hearing me peeping along the hem of my laptop.

It was the first time I was taking relationship suggestions from someone, though after six breakups and an ongoing relationship; I was there lying on my bed asking a virtual assistant about falling in love at first sight. 

“I couldn’t get you” she replied. Didn’t she really get me? Or did she really not get why I was asking a question like this after such an impressive relationship statistics? Neither did Cortana sound sure about it. She was pretty good with diplomatic answers. I have seen my friends proposing her, abusing her, ask whether she would be allowing them to fuck her or not; she was pretty good almost every time. Probably, it wasn’t her day.

              I asked her again with my mind still managing its presence in the classroom struggling to escape the memories of staring at the strange girl.

Google must have an answer for it. It even has been answering for enlargement of breasts and the ways to get dick bigger in a week. How could she not have an answer for that? She must have, I consoled myself.

After spending an hour browsing and going through the blogs and articles, I realised I was in it from the very first second. They say if it’s love at first sight, you will never stop looking at her and so did I, the entire morning.  

“The Casanova is finally in love,” I said to myself. So what was it that made him fall in love with a girl whom he had seen only once? Was it her beauty or her simplicity that made her so soothing and pleasant to him? Was it life that was making him realise it is full of uncertainty and complication? Was it infatuation that was distracting him? Or was it finally the thing we go through books and movies, the true and loyal one; love?

I was surprised by my own behaviour. Mind often make us see what we don’t want it to see. Maybe, I was thinking too much; and in order to distract my mind from her, I called Rashi. She didn’t pick up my call. It barely happens she does stuff like this. It would have been a three-month relationship and this had happened only once.

My phone was in my hand and Anant while asleep murmuring “Nahi nahi! Hame dusra investor dundhna padega(We have to find new investors).”

He was twenty-one and he does it often. No, not somniloquy but finding a new investor. Nobody had ever satisfied him, except Natasha Malkova. He didn’t say it either, but this was what his porn collection speaks. He was one of the best persons I had ever got. I loved him more than any of my girlfriends but wasn’t sure about this new girl. He was a bit of arrogant guy who had started two start-ups in the last two months. First was ‘Hitcher’ and the other was ‘Delhi Dreams’. Hitcher was basically a traveller’s kind of idea, if you are travelling in a city and want to hire a vehicle and move around the city… you can heir a cab to travel the place with some security money paid before, which would be returned after the submission of the vehicle… Something like that; and ‘Delhi Dreams’, was a creativity hub for young hidden talents in Delhi. It boosts them and by their plan they were guiding each talent to reach the best place where they deserve to be and were planning to do the same in Kolkata too. 

On the other side Raghav, Raghav Rathore was the only son of Raj Vardhan Rathore, one of Delhi’s richest people. He was a kind of bookworm with a girlfriend and a rich dad. Most of the people used to say he had reached the college after filling the pockets of the university. I asked him the same question and what he replied was

"Why shouldn't I use my father money? What's wrong in it?"

I was shocked and even made others shocked and then one day I saw all his trophies and certificates he won in science oplmpiard and his mark-sheets. I hugged him, told him sorry and even told him about what wrong I did to him narrating him about the people among whom I had spread his rumour. I asked him if he hadn't, then why didn't he told me the truth. He said smilingly "You wouldn’t have believed me in either case," and that was the day the boy won my heart.

                       It was a type of flashback and all of sudden Raghav murmured in his sleepy voice "Who's the one?"

I didn't respond thinking him to be one of his sleep talks.

"Who's the one?" throwing the pillow at me. I was all in my world and a pillow got stuck my face.

"What?" I said annoyingly.

"Love at first sight?" his words drowning sloppy.

I shouldn't have done it but I smiled and I was caught red handed. If I was in front of a girl I bet I haven't smiled rather I would be acting shocked with all the best expressions I would have needed to overcome the situation.

Raghav flew from his bed onto Anant's bed like a kangaroo, slapped him hard on his hips and on the next step he landed onto my bed with all excitement and happiness on his face.

Anant woke up scratching his head in anger, leaned down and again it flew like a space-ship on to my face hitting except this time it wasn’t a pillow, it was his slipper.

“Fuck you! Ass hole” throwing it back to him.

"Who's the girl?" Raghav asked holding my collar.

I acted like this isn't a big thing and so that they could insist me "I don't know her. Her name is Monalisa, Shruti told me."

"And" screamed Raghav.

"That's it."

"Do you even know her surname?" said Anant with an expectation of yes in his eyes.

"No."

"You said, Shruti told you. Let's check in her friend list" suggested Raghav.

Raghav pulled up Anant's laptop from the table and opened his account "Hamare facebook me Shruti nahi hai. Hum ladki log ko friend request nahi bhejte h. Khali accept karte hai."(Shruti isn't in my friend list. I don't send friend request to girls.) and turned the laptop towards me to log into my account.

She wasn't difficult to find. “I found you… Mona” I whispered. There she was a click away. I clicked on her name in Shruti's friend-list.

“Is she a girl? She rather look like your brother.”

“Will you shut up? Raghav”

Anant reads:

Monalisa Sen(Mona)

I smiled.

Birthday - 5th Dec

Same month. Yey!

Studied at - St. Xavier’s International.

Ok!

From – Kolkata

Bong? Wow!

Intro - It's hard to describe myself in 101 characters!

Really, a lot more…

Gender - Female

What was it for? I looked at Anant's face trying to figure out was he that stupid or was just trying to be… while he continued reading.

Relationship status - Separated

And the smile yearning it to be untrue, never asked for another word to vanish.

#2

The way she happened

His heartbeat was nowhere around seventy-two and she happened. For him, the entire world was the 5’7 girl sitting next to him from the past thirty minutes, a power; supernatural, something magical which was not allowing his eyes to shift away from her; he was not aware whether it was her cheekbones or the tint of her eyes which ensnared him into it, all he was aware of was the strange feeling that had cuddled him hard into it, hard enough to resist.

Through the column of his esteemed feeling, he dedicated himself in the appreciation of an immense beauty, infatuated wisely enough to observe her secretly, till he got addicted to it. It was never intentional yet passionate. Scientifically, moving object attracts us more than stationary one; as the stimulation created by the moving objects catches much more attention of our brain than the stationary ones, probably seemed to be the most convincing reason for his observing her hand running down her hair than her blushed cheeks; acquainting the most consistent fight into the world’s most admiring arena with her fingers trying to resist her hair coming down her face, repeatedly slipping down from back of her ears pursuing the bliss from her cheek. That pretty girl was the exact location of his heart.

Her dark brown eyes unintentionally placed with a greenish shade made to saturate all love. Back from the eighties to the date that exists, the dedication of songs fits her lips. Lower were dark as one wished and the upper carved beautifully ending pleasantly into her cheeks. From the anime characters something she owed, something similar was her small nose. But out of all it was most difficult to define those half million expressions, sweetly confined. Her face elating like a favourite book, moving her eyes swiftly she looks. 

Around her teen she was still sixteen, borrowing her to his till the end of time. She was a Bong while he heard her crooning, tapping her feet swung her earring. Piercing through her hair still she fights; in debt of sight etched her voice. Love carved deeper trailing through the night; swearing by gods the way she fights. Her love was vicious, ambiguous were the reasons; concurring him all, losing into a treason. Sprinting his heartbeats that were on fire, and alike was the condition of his burning desire. The word from him in the vow of thine stein feels a glass of water turning into wine, more than that was hard to understand, was the word he used were heavenly insane, sounding poetic... till he noticed her looking back at him with his eyes left with not a thing to explain...

              

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Sh_ona

‘The only way to escape love is to fall in it again’.   

                                     - Vishaldeep Singh

Introduction

Shona is a story, a story of a Casanova Shakti who fell in love with the Bengali tomboy Monalisa; a love story that describes falling in love is not just an incident, it’s a lifetime achievement which remains with us etched into our heart carrying the loved one forever into our memories; an emotion which teaches us life is not at all about love it's the way we love; a feeling that tells us to love unconditionally; an emoji that leave us with a smile on our cheeks; a story which not only describes love but will make you experience love, because the only way to escape love is to fall in it again.                               

                                    SHakti + mONA = SHONA

#1

The city girl

‘Life is like a cruel mistress, it doesn’t matter how much you dwell in it, it would never be enough to accomplish it. Life would have been the most loved but sometimes we love things more than our life, a few of us but we do it for sure. We probably love life but not enough to leave loving, only enough to live loving. Love is like the wife we cheat to spend our evenings with life, life feels the love we have for it, and is still aware that it’s always love that we have for it…’ putting down her pen between those pages she closed her diary, the girl still seems in a mood to write but time did not permit. 

In a new city, the twenty-one-year-old girl was finally into the city of her dreams, the city which brought her closer to her dreams. The day was still young to start, sitting isolated on one of the platform benches with the piles of her luggage strewn beside her, and a diary cuddled buried deep into her chest hiding all her secrets, placed just in the way secrets should be kept. She wasn’t nervous but full of novelty and excitement. The day was fine, the way it should have been after waiting for so many years. Struggling with her luggage she reached the entrance of her college. ‘Hindu College’ written in bold and looking at that her eyes beamed, the dreams which seemed to be misty and blurred till then, just started changing it’s textures. She was still prying the name of the college as it belonged to her, since forever. She still had some time, a couple of hours before reporting and then she remembered to call her cousin Raima. She called her up. She was a year senior, and her presence was the only condition she was allowed to travel alone otherwise her father wouldn't have even allowed her to go outside the city. Raima asked her to wait wherever she was, till she reached her. She sat beneath a tree waiting, plugged her earphone and scrolled the list of her favourite songs and was about to play it...

“Do you love me?” the girl in his arm asked.

She got frightened by the words which suddenly appeared from nowhere.

“Um-hmm!” he shook his head placing a kiss on her tender lips.

The reply made the whole case clear. She was a bit embarrassed, yet she smiled.

“They say you love nobody but yourself” she spoke softly.

“Do you believe them?” he smiled looking back into her eyes.

She shook her head “I believe you. I love you.”

“They are correct actually” he paused “but you be nobody in that condition” cupping his hands around her cheeks “and if they are wrong you are my everybody” he whispered but was still audible to Mona sitting on the other side of the bench.

“You never answer my calls, you call me whenever you feel like. You ignore me also” she murmured.

He filled his finger between hers filling those empty gaps, binding the two souls to one evading her question “Do you love me?”

“Yes”

“Why?” closing her fist tighter, enlisting forever. 

“Because I know I love you and that’s enough for me to love you” she continued, burying him deep into her arms.  

Meanwhile, Mona was intuiting the best story lines hiding behind her earphone playing none of her favourite songs but a love story covering all of them.

“You know why I love you so much?”

“Why?” she asked innocently.

His phone rang in between the conversation and he asked her to excuse. The girl was probably dying to hear that and so was Mona, because she had started loving the conversation; wishing never to stop hearing them. It was like reading a book, and when you start reading you don't want an interruption, you just want to complete the story.

He spoke over his phone “Han meri maa! What happened?” he shouted over his phone and moved a bit away from her. “I’m coming in a minute just wait in the cafeteria” he whispered. He cut off his phone and hurried “I have to leave, unfinished business” he exclaimed.

She looked at her continuously for seconds “I won’t talk to you. You always do this to me” she said it angrily.

She turned away in annoyance "After three days, we meet and you're leaving now" she murmured. He picked up his bag and hugged her from back to which she resisted still facing the opposite direction.

“Do you know why I love you?” he loosened her.

He continued “I love you because it’s you who is the reason for my smile, it’s you who make me complete and the most important thing is that it’s you who made me realize what love actually is and it’s only you with whom I want to spend the rest of my life with.” He turned around and started walking away.

Seeing him walking, Mona got anxious as it felt to her because it was happening the way she supposed it to be and all of a sudden; it just can’t be. This ending wasn't digestible to Mona, she knew if she looked at them they would understand that she overheard them the whole time, yet she turned because she never wanted an incomplete ending, she never wanted her dream story to be imperfect. Mona stood up and saw the girl sitting there almost in tears, they were not the tears of being left alone by the person she loved but the tears reflect the glimpse of happiness she would be having, carrying up to her last days.

She shouted ‘Shakti’ into the voice demanding her part of love; as the boy turned, she ran towards into those arms that seemed incomplete without her presence. She jumped into his arms as they no longer were two souls but one single soul separated only by bodies. He seemed to be starving for love as she kept on feeding him with kisses. Mona was lost, somewhere into her belief, which she had been doubting forever undoubtedly, with her God she kept fighting with; to find someone like him.

Meanwhile, her phone rang whose only indication was that she would have to leave then and there itself, and so did she with a smile on her lips and memories into her heart.

‘It doesn’t matter how much you dwell in it, it would never be enough to accomplish it. Life would have been the most loved but  sometimes we love things more than our life, Life would have been  the most loved but we sometimes love things more than life, rather every time. We probably love life but not enough to leave loving, only enough to love living. Love is like the moral teachings of how to live life, it’s a mother teaching how to love life, it’s a father’s hand teaching how to stand up after falling, how to believe without seeing and how to trust our self… Life feels the love we have for it, it is still aware it’s always love we have for it and still teaches us how to love…That’s the beauty of life…’  

  

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Prologue                                  

                                              SHONA

“A Chinese philosophy, ‘yin yang’ describes how apparently opposite or contrary forces are actually complementary, interconnected and independent in the natural world, and how they give rise to each other as they interrelate to one another.” To be somewhat simple it is said that people with contrasting mentalities make out a perfect couple anyhow as the absence of a particular trait in one is fulfilled by the other and to be found out most perfect match, both experienced and experimented. However these two were exactly the same; arrogant, envious and stubborn, a single thing that argued their personality was their belief in god. Shona is a story, a story of a Casanova Shakti who fell in love with the Bengali tomboy Monalisa; a love story that describes falling in love is not just an incident, it’s a lifetime achievement which remains with us etched into our heart carrying the loved one forever into our memories; an emotion which teaches us that the only way to escape love is to fall in it again; a feeling that tell us to love unconditionally; an emoji that leave us with a smile on our cheeks; a story which not only describes love but will make you experience love. Find your love story in Shona. 

                                   SHakti + mONA = SHONA

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