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The Scribbler's Orchard: PART 19

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Everything was set ready for the rituals to start. Acharya sat before the fire, he being a worshipper of fire believed that human sacrifice would get him all he wished. Mr Ahuja was there with Archarya and they were waiting for the clock to strike twelve.

Acharya said, ‘The time has come. Bring him now.’

Ahuja’s men brought a hooded man, hands tied on back, and both the legs were locked with an iron chain. He was made to sit into a pit next to the fire and his hood was removed.

‘Ismail Abdullah...’ Acharya laughed loudly and then continued, ‘The face of the nation, now to be sacrificed to fire, for the good of the bad.’
Ismail Abdullah lifted his hand up, raised his head and prayed to God, ‘Allah, let the peace prevail in this world!’ He looked into Acharya eyes first and then Ahuja and the goons there and said, ‘I promise on Allah that none of you will escape from the eyes of people. They’re watching you.’ He laughed pointing Ahuja’s men.

Acharya and Ahuja confusingly looked at the men standing before, shouted in unison, ‘Who’s the black sheep?’

Abdullah laughed again and said, ‘Before you find him, he will kill both of you.’ Irritated Acharya ordered the goons to set the pit on fire. They heard a gunshot outside, followed by one more and many more, which created confusion amongst them. Ahuja ordered his men to take away Abdullah. Acharya ordered to set him on fire. The goons just stood there confused. Ahuja kicked the ritual powder into the fire in frustration, which let out heavy smoke and the whole area became invisible to naked eyes.

Arjun and his team, entering the ritual area, ordered all of them to hands up, but because of the heavy smoke, they were unable to see anyone there. He heard someone shouting for help. He fired a shot to the rooftop and said, ‘Do not move. Stay, wherever you are. Otherwise, I’ll shoot all of you.’

They heard one more gunshot. It was not from Arjun. He stood puzzled waiting for the smoke to be cleared.

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Shekhar and Jennifer, who were waiting for Arjun outside of Ahuja’s residence, spotted people dragging Roohi into a van. They saw Cyrus on a stretcher lying half-conscious inside the van. Quickly they locked the door and the van started.

Shekhar started to run towards the van shouting his daugther's name, but a passing car did not allow him to do that. Jennifer luckily clicked photographs of the van, the goons, Roohi and Cyrus.

Shekhar broke down into tears. Jennifer tried to pacify him. And they heard a gunshot from inside, which terrified them.

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The Scribbler's Orchard: PART 6

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To read previous parts follow the links:
PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5

Cyrus…Tara recalled speaking to a stranger on phone. She corrected her tone, 'Rohan, can we meet at my place?'
‘Ma’am sure, can we meet today as in a day I’m getting married?’ Rohan conveyed his point.
‘Shekhar Dutta, The Orchard, No…’ Tara gave her address and requested him to come in half-an-hour and left for her home.
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Shekhar was almost done with his post “An analogy of me” capturing his beautiful days with the cutest flower – Roohi – all that happened till that last hour. He clicked on Publish and tweeted to his million followers. He knew the power of pen.
‘…Roohi’…he cried instantly. The doorbell was ringing, with urgency. He looked at the wall clock. Quarter past two in the afternoon.
‘It’s not Tara. She will be back only by five.’ He thought for a second…‘Roohi…’he rushed to open the door.

Tara was standing, tears frozen in her eyes. She told Shekhar about Rohan and Cyrus. Scratching his beard, Shekhar was thinking of someone who could help them at this situation. “Arjun”, a young police officer who won a gold medal for his bravery in last year New Delhi Bombings. They saw Rohan entering the gate.

Rohan's lips curved a little, but his worried face conveyed his pain. ‘Tara?’
‘It’s better if we go inside.’ Shekhar said in a grave voice, Tara and Rohan followed.
Rohan narrated the entire episode right from the moment Cyrus landed in Mumbai, handed over all the proofs to Shekhar and pleaded them to save Cyrus.
Shekhar and Tara thanked Rohan for his help. Rohan left the place.
‘Are you going to let this information out?’ Tara asked.
‘Arjun…’ Shekhar took his mobile phone out.
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‘Arjun,’ Shekhar said.
‘Hello uncle! How are you? How’s Tara aunty and my little angel?’
‘Arjun…I need your help badly to save Roohi.’
‘Roohi…What happened to her uncle?’
Shekhar narrated the entire episode to Arjun.
‘This is something cruel uncle. Moreover this involves lives of many innocent people. It’s time to play my game.’ Arjun said.
‘I trust you Arjun. I want my daughter back.’ Shekhar paused, after a minute he continued, “I’ll forward the recordings to you. Also, I’ve got something interesting for you. We’ll talk about it in detail tomorrow.’
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Jennifer called Shekhar on his mobile phone.
‘Mr Dutta, I’m in Mumbai. I need your help to get out of this sticky situation.’ Jennifer said.
‘Tara will help you in this regard. Moreover, it all started because of me. I will put an end to this.’ Shekhar said firmly and gave the phone to Tara.
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Arjun faxed Roohi’s photograph to the head office. He ordered his team to find Roohi.

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Happy Birthday Devil 2014!!!

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A decade has gone by since I met her first, but it sounds like ten months to me. It should be same for her. Never know when we became so close to each other. Maybe in the second semester when we spoke for hours, all credits to Hutch! Or in the fourth when we had no secrets between us or maybe during the inplant training days? Don’t know when, but we are happy for whatever we were and we are now.

I never called her by her name, and she did that ever. I never thought I will write again, and she did the trick and named this blog, “Few Miles” and I wrote again dedicating verses for her. So many never, ever and forever, I still remember the days I used to call her saying “I have written something new today!” and she read it the next moment. Many a times, I felt bad saying nobody reads my blog, but her words, "I'm sure someday you will have viewers from more than hundred countries! Touch wood!", always boost my confidence. And you know what her words came true in 2012!

Not just that, we have so many memories to cherish. Maybe I can write a book. Actually, she has done that and gifted it on my 21st birthday. Maybe, she realised that we may not spend more time after that. We did spent time after that too, but not like before, not 24x7, since life demanded us to work and concentrate on life and eventually, I moved to London and then to Germany, and she moved to Seoul, we kinda became busy with life, still our hearts knew that we were, we are, and we will be blood friends forever. No matter how many times we speak in a month or how frequent we meet, it is heart-to-heart connection. And it so happened today when I phoned her on the mobile phone and wished her “Happy Birthday!” She was happy to hear my voice and so I. We spoke only for few minutes, but the magic in her voice and the happiness in our heart is still the same. And that’s the beauty of true friendship, otherwise I will not write this one at quarter past twelve waking up from the sleep.

Happy Birthday once again Devil! And I made this card for her!


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Gift

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This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 48; the forty-eighth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton.

Sweetie Pie,

They say, “Anger is a madness that lasts for few seconds, but leaves its footprint forever.” I second that.

I do not want to argue again, on whose mistake it was. In fact, I forget all that happened that day and wish to start new because I still love you with all my heart. I am waiting in the hostel reception.

PS: I do not believe in reincarnation, so do not make me wait until next life.
PPS: Sincere apologies

♥
Me

I left the letter in her textbook.

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“What happened then?” My grandson asked me with puzzled eyes.

“Well, the last few seconds of my college life, was the best thing happened to me; otherwise, I would not say this story to you sitting next to your grandma.” I smiled and continued, “I am lucky because your grandma believed in me and accepted my apologies.”

He smiled clapping. My darling smiled. And I said, smiling, “Apology, the best gift one could get or give!”

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#WHATTHEBLACK

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This post is a part of #WhatTheBlack activity at BlogAdda.com



Below is the post describing my experience of #WhatTheBlack campaign. I wanted to dedicate an album for the activity and the outcome is what you see below. I must admit, #WHATTHEBLACK activity was really fun! Want to know the surprise, see below:

Post by Few Miles.

BlogAdda wanted to make it special, see the package that they have done for us!

And that yummy black chocolate! Wow!!!! We're lucky!!!


He is smart. He loved the surprise and within no time, he completed the chocolate. See...see his face...

And his eyes says it all!!!


DAY 2: They say, "Break the rules" and BlogAdda did it! Newspaper in black color? Are you serious? If that is your question, then see to believe it!

Post by Few Miles.


They did it! They did it!!!




I waited...I waited...and I waited... The courier boy did not turn up, but after reading Cifar's status, I came to know that the clue is Black paper cup and black tissue. Also, the site whattheblack.com was down too. I then seeked the help of who.is resulted negative, but with the help of clues, my sister said, it is a brush from colgate, which she saw while she was shopping. #AMWAITING

Post by Few Miles.


And finally, the much awaited day in Indian History arrived. The story revealed. My sister was right and the website was redirecting to Colgate website. Colgate did the trick, the black innovation, the feast for the eyes is like no other. Presenting, Colgate Slim Soft Charcoal toothbrush. It's black bristles are infused with charcoal that helps remove plaque bacteria. With bristle tips that are 17 x slimmer than the ordinary toothbrush, it can effortlessly reach right tight spaces between teeth and along the gum line that other toothbrushes can't. See more at: http://www.colgate.co.in/app/ColgateOralCare/Toothbrush/ColgateSlimSoft/IN/home_charcoal.cwsp

Post by Few Miles.

Thank you @BlogAdda for the opportunity and Colgate for the innovation!!!

Let's welcome the amazing black revolution. Help us to spread the word using #WhatTheBlack on social media sites.

Cheers,
Sarav
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Black is Beautiful #WHATHEBLACK

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Black is beautiful. There are more than a dozen of black things, I find mesmerizing. Right from a black moonless night, to the most beautiful pair of black eyes, the long black hair of a girl, a poem written using black ink, a bright black rose, a shining black suit, black shoes, a long black hat, the black belt, a sparkling black diamond, a black bungalow, a long black Limousine, a percussive large black piano, a foot long black smartphone, an ultra HD curved TV, a black laptop, a black in-ear earphones, a black panther, a black spider, a black snake, and a black cat. Black is mesmerizing. Isn’t it?

Being a lover of poems, I could recall a cute poem titled “And you calling me colored?" written by an African kid, nominated by the UN as the best poem for 2006.


When I born, I black
When I grow up, I black
When I go in Sun, I black
When I scared, I black
When I sick, I black
And when I die, I still black
And you white fellow
When you born, you pink
When you grow up, you white
When you go in sun, you red
When you cold, you blue
When you scared, you yellow
When you sick, you green
And when you die, you grey
And you calling me colored?

Black is meaningful. Isn’t it?..¸.•*´¨`♥

Many a times, I find myself waking up from dream breathing the mysterious air, still finding it interesting. I thought was it Deja-vu and wrote about it. Black is the colour of mystery. Isn’t it?

The list goes on…Black is everywhere; we’ve reasons to love it. BlogAdda asked me to list out 5 black things I desire and why? Keeping in mind that I’m a techie and loves new tech products, here is my list…

  1. Black iPad Air: I’m a big fan of Apple products. Right from the colourful, clip-and-go iPod Shuffle, to the slimmest sleekest lightest iPad Air, to the meticulously precisely crafted iPhone, to the powerful stunning MacBook Pro, I love them all. Out of all the Apple products, I like iPad Air a lot because it is a simple, sleek and powerful gadget. I wish to buy one, if not by tomorrow, at least by the start of next year. By that time, I hope I can save money I require to buy an iPad Air.


  2. Black Samsung Curved UHD TV: I, as, a cricket lover, a football fan, a movie mad, was mesmerized by this black beauty, when I entered the TV section in Media Market. My reaction was…”Uff…what a black beauty she is!” I stood along with my wife before the TV for almost half-an-hour, mesmerized by the viewing experience; quickly, I walked to the store-in-charge and enquired the details of the TV. “What…? Only 5xxx…? Mmm… Oh… Okay, no…I’m planning to buy, but…after a couple of…” I smiled. He smiled. I left the place with a long face complaining the cost is too high to my wife, but back in my mind, I added it to the long list of my wish list.


  3. Black Kindle Fire HD 8.9” Tablet: Reading is my passion. In fact, I prefer eBooks instead of hardbound. EBooks makes reading easy and interesting and with Kindle Fire, I’m sure the experience will be enthralling, but my hard luck, I still use the Amazon Kindle app in my only prized possession “Samsung Galaxy Note” brought three years ago.

  4. Dream Bungalow: Right from the age of twelve, I dreamt of building a Bungalow for my parents. A black and white rectangular box. The walls to be painted black and white, the floor should have alternate squares of black and white like the chessboard, staircase made of wood, cupboards of all sizes wherever required, three master bedrooms with attached toilets, wooden beds with cushion mattress, wardrobe with attached dressing table and with automated controls to the entire house, one big kitchen housing all the cutleries it could and the best of the best machineries, mirrors, wall hangings, a dozen of stuffed animals, teddy bears, Barbie dolls, Sachin Tendulkar posters, Wordsworth poems and much more… And to make this dream come true, till date, Housing Loan is one section I view on all banking websites, but nothing seems to help so far. But for sure, one day, I will build a Bungalow of my dream and make my parents happy.

  5. And finally the black hole…if this becomes true, then I would place this black hole in front of my monitor, call my mom on Skype, put my head inside and eat my favourite cuisines. I really really really miss my mom's food a lot. And will happily spend at least an hour with all my family members and relatives. And not to forget, Vidhya can eat pickles of her choice. She really misses eating Indian pickles in this alien land.


This post is a part of #WhatTheBlack activity at BlogAdda.com. Do you like my picks? If so please pray for this to come true and write “Amen” in the comment window.



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My Dad Is My Hero!

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My “Dad” is a very special person in my world. He taught me to stand up and fight against all the odds, even if the chance of winning is less than 1%. His words never fail to inspire me. “Do not to give up until you win, because in the end it is all about happy endings. If it is not happy, then it is not the actual end, keep moving towards your dream.” His voice has the power to energize my mind and solace my heart whenever I feel low. His clap boosts my confidence like anything and conveys the message that I should continue the good work. His anger simplifies the confusion – am I right or not? His feedback instils confidence and makes me a better human being. His success mantra inspired by my Mom’s words, “Whatever happens in life, stay strong and give your best. God will do the rest!” is also the secret of my success. His thoughtful stories gave the power to visualize beyond reality, to find the dreamer living inside my heart, and to write creative stories on relationships. The result is my lovable blog “Few Miles” was shortlisted for BlogAdda Blog Awards under “Creative Writing” category. What’s more, do I want?

He was, he is, and he will be, always my Role Model, “My Dad Is My Hero!” I wish I could say this to him. However, for some reason, I am unable to express it to him. I neither bought him gifts nor wrote my heart to him. Fate or fear, I do not know an answer.

Maybe, just maybe, God has given a chance to honour my hero. That’s why, even at this time of the night, I’m writing this post. I am very sure that BlogAdda will honour my Dad with a memento, and for me, it is more than winning a prize!

I am writing about #MyRoleModel as a part of the activity by Gillette India in association with BlogAdda.com.
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