Rebirth

This blog is officially dead.

And now that it is dead. We can work together on fixing it. And I have a plan.

Over the past three years, I have been on this blog. I have been writing fiction here and this is the place where I wrote fiction first, where I experimented with the genres and explored all of them and this is indeed the very place where I decided that I want to write for a living. This is the place which I used to sharpen the nib of my pen and this is where I skilled myself.

After three years of writing blogs, I realized that I have been doing it wrong. I have not been consistent with the blog. I have not been participating as actively as I should have. I do not have a successful blog and the worst of them all? That I cannot use a single story which I have uploaded here to get published in a magazine or anthology. Even though blogging has had it’s positives on me, it has had it’s negatives too.

But I want to revive the blog. Just because it is not yielding, it does not mean that I should give up on it. The blog is like my home and after living for three years in my e-home, I have grown attached to it. This is where I belong and if you have not paid attention yet, it has my name on it. I can’t give up on myself like this. I can make this work.

But it’s the law of nature. Creation begins with Destruction. The humans came after the dinosaurs died. A baby is born after destruction. Cities are made after the destruction of forests. A phoenix rises, but from it’s very own ashes. You must fall to rise. Die to live. If you won’t fail, how will you distinguish the taste of success and victory? The taste of achievement and milestone? How will you know when you are doing better and when you are winning?

So now, I pronounce this blog officially dead. I am re-creating it from the ground up. Cosmetic and cellular changes. A few of those are visible to you. A few to come very soon.

This blog will soon again be a daily deal. And there are a lot of interesting and surprising announcements to come. Stay tuned.

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My eBook Is Available!

I know I promised all of you an Angel and Al eBook when I stopped writing Angel and Al on the blog. I said that I felt that the stories are a lot close to my heart and that sharing these stories is like having no pants on in a hustling market. I felt as if I am being exposed and that I am revealing secrets.

It was because they are so cute! “Angel and Al” is like my pet project which I have grown so fond of that I don’t want to share them with the world anymore. That I want to keep them with me forever and never share with the world

But it was also my most successful “series” I ran on the blog here. And I finally decided that not sharing the story of Angel and Al is selfish of me and that it is in fact, an injustice to Angel and Al that I am not propagating their beautiful legacy with the world. I felt that it is my duty to spread the joy and happiness which reflects in the stories and the sense of satisfaction I got when I wrote them.

Angel & Al have grown up. The stories are like my children and to see them grow from individual stories to the anthology is an absolutely amazing feeling. Writing Angel and Al was never “work” for me but I always wrote them with a silly grin on my face. Without further ado, I present to you all Angel & Al.

These are a collection of 30 stories (blogs) from this tiny little blog I have. It is free of cost and will be free forever. It is available on Kobo and Smashwords at least and many more retailers. Just so you guys know, I love you all for all the support you gave me over the years. Thank you so much my dearest readers, for all the support.

A special thank you goes to my personal Angel for whom all of these were written initially. This wouldn’t be possible without you.

You can download the book from Smashwords here. If you prefer then click here to download from the Kobo website. Once again, thank you my lovely blog readers for all the support. Do download, I insist. It’s free and very short. Leave it a review and send me your honest thoughts!

P.s. I know that I haven’t been active on the blog lately. It’s just that I have been receiving no feedback from you guys and I got upset and called it quits for a while. But I promised myself that I will be here for you guys, even if I reduce myself down to a single blog a week, even if you guys aren’t here. Stay awesome!

Colorless Rainbow

When you walked in the door and sat next to me, flicking your hair around and about me. With every movement, you make tiny droplets rain over me. When you leaned over to kiss my cheek and I embraced you instead, you asked me a question meant to be a tiny little joke.

“How much do you love me?”

My reply by then was, “I love you so much that you mean everything to me.”

I remember you blushed which meant you were satisfied with the answer. But I am not and I ask you for a chance to let me elaborate what I meant.

You put the color in my vision. Without you, my world would end up black and white. You are the reds my roses and the blues in my orchids. To me, you are the sun in the sunset.

The orange tint of the sky as the sun sets. For me, you are that tint.

The smell the earth makes when the raindrops kiss them. To me, that smell is you,

The cackle that the river makes as it flows.

The whistle that the wind does as it blows.

The tartness of the strawberry. The shivers down my spine which emerge as the goosebumps behind my neck. The way the pillow feels after a long day at work?

To me, you are that.

The happiness of parents when their toddler laughs for the first time. The sense of pride after a masterpiece. The tears after a musical. The screams on a roller coaster.

To me, you are that.

The anxiety you feel in the pit of your stomach before addressing a huge crowd. The butterflies in your stomach before the first kiss. The tension before meeting your to-be in-laws for the first time.

To me, you are that.

You mean so much to me that without you, the world is a colorless rainbow.

 

But…

 

I am still not satisfied enough. I still can’t explain you well enough.

Daily Prompt: Smoke

Like the haunting tale recalled,

Of the nightly beast that haunts.

The smoke he smoked went up and blurred

In rings it went and evanescence.

His mouth was shaped into an O,

As if the beast inside was trying to grow.

The ring resembled the moon so close

It threatened to change the moonless night.

His hissing blow shatters the silence,

Of the howling wolf his stance compares.

He smiles at us and shrugs his frame

But inside lays something that has had fame.

Atop he shows he doesn’t know.

Inside a joke with the beast he shares.

 

via Daily Prompt: Smoke

P.s.: Don’t smoke. It appears to be cool but it kills. Don’t smoke.

Sleepy Head

“Hey Sleepy head, wakey wakey!”

You rub your eyes but the bed is so warm and the pillow is so soft.Drowsiness takes charge, invites laziness over and the three of you try to drift off to dream land once again.

“Hey.”, you hear a whisper in your ear and concentrate harder on going back to sleep.

“Good morning.”, you hear my voice along with a kiss on your cheek.

You slowly open your eyes and see me in front of the window. The white curtains were blowing in the summer breeze and the sunlight filled the room. You look at me look at you with a smile. I kneel beside your side of the bed and trace your cheek with my fingers with touch so light, it appears inexistant.

A sweet smile slowly creeps onto your lips and in a raspy, dreamy voice you wish me Good Morning.

“I love you.”, I said and kissed your forehead. “Breakfast ready in five minutes woman, get ready.”

With that I walked out of the door and you watched me as I paused at the door to wink at you, making you giggle and whisper Silly Boy under your breath.

That’d Be Fun!

“And then the groom kisses the bride and the priest pronounces them husband and wife.”, I said to you as you put your head on my shoulder and we looked up at the night sky. Forming constellations which do not exist and aren’t real.

“But don’t you think it is boring?”, you said and I let out a slight giggle.

“I guess it is.”, I said. “You want to make it fun?”

“Yes. I want something which will be like our personal way of doing it. It’ll be special and it’ll be unique to us.”, you said and turned to your shoulder to look at me. “You’re the writer.”, you said excitedly. “You tell me something which is fun and unique.”

“I can kidnap you Angel.”, I said.

“No. That’s stereotypical. I will kidnap you.”, you said and we both shared a little laughter.

“As you say mademoiselle. Kidnap me in a bike with side car. That’s almost unheard of.”

“What about our apparel?”, you said and I let out a little hmm as I pretended to think.

“You come in your pyjamas. And with your bunny shaped slippers. I will come in tennis shorts and flip-flops.”, I said and we both roared to laughter.

When we settled ourselves down and looked into each others eyes, you leaned closer and asked, “What about our vows?”

I looked into your eyes and traced the back of my hand on your right shoulder and said, “Well, I will vow that forevermore and beyond I shall be your husband. Your words shall be my guide and you shall be my wife. Till the day God himself dies.”

“And my vows?”, you asked.

“Your vows…”, I said and pretended to think once again with my lips pressed together. You looked at me with an anxious look. “You just say that You Do.

I looked at you look at me and in that moment I felt that the day had seized. I knew that I was forever wed to this girl.

Notes

She’s prettier than it seems but to those who comprehend. She’s prettier than you think if you just look at her skin. She’s prettier than you can imagine if you just think of her looks.

You see she’s like an instrument which you cannot force to sing. She’s not the drum like you who falsetto if someone stings. She’s more like a cello if you look closely. She’s the sound of happiness and the idol of melancholy. She’s misunderstood beyond compare and it’s just because not everyone knows how her to play.

I don’t play her, I really don’t. I just guide the bow softly and just touch the notes. I don’t force her to speak or whisper or scream. I just hold her as on me she leans. I embrace her close and hold her right and we unite and form music bright.

I know you barely understand what I say. You look at her and see an overgrown voila. I look at her and see an instrument rare.

But don’t you worry it’s not your fault. She will seem to you gibberish if you read music wrong. Like Japanese script to an Englishman. Or sheet music to layman.

BREAKING NEWS!!!

“Yeah? Are you sure on this? Is this true?

Well I don’t care! Just get me a goddamn confirmation! Wow! This is literally a breaking news right here.”

*Clicks of the earphone*

*News reporter looks at the screen and starts to narrate*

“Well the news just got in! The professional procrastinator, Adwitiya Dixit has finally announced his retirement. He said that he will no longer be procrastinating. This is just as much a shocker to me as it is to you. I can’t believe my ears man! Let me share an insight with you. Industry expersts are saying that this is an industry changer right here. The inflow of investment to the Royal Funds For Professional Procrastinators is really in trouble now. The “Clubbers Club to Club Work: A Proscrastinator’s Life” club is really very annoyed at this and have cancelled Adwitiya’s life-time membership. Who knows what the future has in store, flying figs!?!”

 

Okay so the poor joke ends here. Hereby I swear that every moment I am idle will now be invested in the brainchild I have. By the end of this month expect “Withdrawl Effects”.

Yup! It’s a novella I have been working on to be working on it. Don’t get excited though. It’s everything that you wouldn’t want to read probably. Something which happens to be about an addict’s struggle with an addiction. Hopelessly Romantic genre. You don’t want to read it. Trust me.

One month and you’ll have it. Promise. 😀

Intoxicated

My head spins,

My body loosens up.

A lull falls o’er me

Tranquillity recedes upon me.

I feel jollier than ever before.

This bottle of aged love,

Mature alcohol.

Splendid!

Your love intoxicates me.

See You See Me

Work. Work. Work. Work.

WORK!

I should have known that what am I getting myself into when I signed up for this Master of Surgery program. There is hardly any time left and all I can see around by me is just more and more work load and more and more projects, assignments, vivas! Load. Overloaded with work.

Coffee! I need a cold coffee. I look up above my papers and find a glass of chilled coffee, precipitating but thankfully kept on a coaster to keep my papers dry. I took a sip from it and let the caffeine wash over me. If someone was to say to me a few years ago that I will be drinking coffee at 3 a.m. I would probably behind the bars. And yet, here I am doing what I am doing.

Sometimes I just want to pick this book up and throw it on the floor with all my might. But it’s all for the cute and adorable boy who happens to be my boyfriend that I go through this torment of burden of surgery. Silly Al dreams of me performing an open heart surgery!

AL!

O no I totally forgot! Al! We were to eat dinner at 12! I got so engrossed in my study that I missed out on food!

I look frantically here and there and find Al in a position that just melt my heart makes me blush as deep a crimson as beetroot. Al sat on a chair opposite to me. The back of the chair was towards me and so was his face. He had crossed his arms and rested his cheek on it in such a manner that his head was tilted parallel to the Earth. His eyes transfixed on me. Admiring me as if he got the chance to see Sistine Chapel being painted live.

“I love the way you work!”, silly Al says in a raspy voice which makes him appear even more adorable.

My Al. He and his fanatics, both beyond this world.