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hellooo to all the swasanians out there😛...well this sanjana and i was last seen in ehmmbh forum and then I mysteriously disappeared...had some personal reasons...well i am a silent reader of this forum and a huge fan of tootiefrootie , sakura, banjaaran ,cogitoergosum and loads of you impeccably talented writers out there.
To begin with an unconditional apology for not being able to comment on any of them ...really sorry...honestly i loved all those magically-perspicuously woven tales and my attempt is no where a match to any of those brilliance so if you expect something of that level ..I am sorry!
guys i will definitely comment on those works...one day...due to my tight schedule I am not able to accord time and i am terrible at time management!So i won't be much active here.
so here is a brief intro to the story
Preposterous, lachrymose, mawkish, perplexing or endowed with nondescript imperishable love, you can attribute any of those grandiloquent title to my speech, but the sole drive behind this desperate last supplication to the skies above and the deep, impenetrable seas below, is to miraculously purge, yes I am using the word purge, that angelic young girl's heart of the venom that my love has filled it with.LOVE...AH!!!..that irrefutable fatal emotion, capable of both constructing and obliterating ...yes that same protector who on one hand assiduously protects its follower from the viciousness of the world , gives an ephemeral but sepharic ebullience but ultimately massacres one into eternal daedalians of unrelenting ruthless pain-imposing forces!
LOVE HURTS...one of the most trite, over-hyped statements but nevertheless infallibly true.Yet the ironic part of my story is that love here spared me , beatified me, embellished me and perhaps with the same intensity that it had impounded in granting me that deathless, heavenly euphoria , slaughtered the very object of my love...and belligerently by that very act slaughtered me as well ...
I can never , not even in a million centuries regret falling head over heels with her into the sempiternal waves of everlasting hope and joy but cannot even surrender without lamenting the tragedy that she had to fall for me perhaps with the same unfathomable passion. How I wish she had accorded her priceless,pure heart to some one else, that some one who reciprocated her feelings the way I did but that some one who is not trapped in this nefarious predicament as I am.
YES..I WOULD GIVE ANYTHING TO BE HER ONLY AFICIONADO...one-sided love story ..is what I vehemently plead from everything in this world capable of fulfilling man's deepest desires.Love happens only once, retorts a feeble voice somewhere in my cerebrum...the hope of this diabolical, old-adage being proved wrong is nearly impossible, keeping the experiences of the worldly folks in mind, yet I dare to hope , a complementary lesson which true love comes encapsulated with .
PLEASE...this is a ferocious yell mingled with every myriad of emotion known to mankind from helplessness , to utter grief , to abject agony , protect her from the maelstrom which is gyred around her.
Spare those innocence patched , blithe memories of our courting days for me to cherish but cure her heart of them.I am prepared to live only by the bulwark of her love, with the assurance of her well-being , even on an interminable basis!
With deep love,
Swara's Sanskar.
Meanwhile somewhere in India ...more precisely Kolkata around mid-night the moonlight struggled to enter the darkness shrouded but aristocratically carved room where a young doe-eyed girl was fruitlessly trying to sleep and relieve her mind of the barbaric memory that was perpetually feeding on her vivacity and vigour since last 2 years and had culminated in a failed suicide attempt robbing her of all the joys of life.Her mother Sharmistha Gadodia was of the opinion that perhaps during sleep that hellish memory would spare her dear daughter...but alas there it came scurrying down before her eyes , incredibly with the same lucid , vividness as if it happened a day before and why shouldn't it be , after all the tragedy ripped the young girl apart and the vortex had been persecuting her very existence in very way . One could also say that she had died that day...the day which was supposed to be the happiest day of her life...and all that left was mere physical existence with every passing second pushing her into a harrowing hell and a pointed knife carving her heart a million times every second...yes this is the extent to which love had slaughtered her!
Deep down her beautiful fairy tale turned into an enervating nightmare , one could find a young , prepossessing ,dignified ,fair-skinned, tall man with a confident self-build man look and a contagious air of self-independence grounded with awe-invoking humility and debonair, impressively surrounding him.His eyes besides boasting of a sharp business acumen skillfully camouflaged under superficial abecedarian look were sparking with deep, penetrating love for the lady standing in front , helping herself with a huge cone of bhel-puri.
His unflinching confidence and happiness was no where due to the fact that he had , quite a few hours ago, had been honoured with the STATE ENTREPRENEUR OF THE YEAR trophy and had been the youngest one to do so and definitely not because he had vanquished a clear victory bringing the corrupt mehra's known for evil , underhand ways to a degrading ignominy , stripping them entirely of their goodwill by securing the most coveted deal in the state and exposing the scams the former had so easily floated into. His ecstasy was due to his best friend cum girlfriend who stood in front in a petite blue dress , every move, every act being rejuvenating and scintillating .That girl ...mayabe because she knew why she was called there had a unique aura of impeccable anticipation and a whirlwind of excitement in her stomach...of course that winsome and cherubic beauty knew he had called to officially propose her.He had not told her a bit but she knew everything just by having a look at him..well this is what soul mates are and why she shouldn't know?After all they had been besties since they were babies playing in the cradle and the spot he had chosen , a quite sequestered area near the hill enveloped by huge neem and banyan trees, added to the innocence of the moment. He was just like her, even he eschewed crowded areas and public displays , a moment like this had to be simple and full of serendipity, just like the kemorebi lighted hill.
Her heart skipped a beat as he had made a step towards her and she could notice the curvaceous look of his lips as he moved them in his style to finally utter some words. She couldn't help but smile at his first flustered attempts, the guy who nearly irritated her with his 24*7 talks, had to grope for expressions to put his speech into articulation!
Well this was one of those very rare moments and she would tease him all his opes their life for that.
Look at the parsimony of nature, she allowed that beautiful part of the day only for a few fugacious seconds only to be reminded of the obliteration that followed.Some harsh cacophany nearly tore her ear-drums apart...THUD... and in a split second she was forced to confront that morbid sight which even the most devilish evil-doer doesn't deserve to witness.His spotless white shirt was smeared with patches of red as in a second's time he fumbled back and slipped down the hill.
The girl was far too shocked to react , all that passed infront of her a like picture which a stubborn child keeps on denying...which was followed by an all engulfing shriek and then all went black.
Oppresed by the nightmare yet again , the girl yelled with all her might, a shout which resounded in the adajcent room and brought a concerned Sharmistha and a bewildered Shekhar behind.
"His memories have still not left her Shekhar...Sshishhh...It's okay SHONA...your mom is here everything is fine" whimpered shomi , she said all the words which flashed in her mind despite knowing that everything was never fine and will never be.
"Shekar I cannot see my shona burning like this ...please do something...please"the mother inside her desperately implored , even after two years a mother 's heart couldn't not give up the hope that SWARA might learn to live again.
Exasperated but equally hapless shekhar retorted " Mishti I can literally fight the world for her , bring anything within the circumference of the earth to her but here she is asking me to bring a dead man alive...HOW CAN I BRING SANSKAR BACK...HOW CAN I??'
and that sigh continued to float in the room as if mocking fun of that woebegone girl and her dispirited parents!
####phew ok so guys this is the prologue..if you like the story do comment and tell me to continue
####constructive criticisms are welcome
####i am very slow at updating so you can expect the story to go on at snail's pace
####This is entirely fiction with some supernatural element(not horror), inspirations from various sources and other imaginative drama...i might create entities on my own
####continuation depends on response
To begin with an unconditional apology for not being able to comment on any of them ...really sorry...honestly i loved all those magically-perspicuously woven tales and my attempt is no where a match to any of those brilliance so if you expect something of that level ..I am sorry!
guys i will definitely comment on those works...one day...due to my tight schedule I am not able to accord time and i am terrible at time management!So i won't be much active here.
so here is a brief intro to the story
LOVE THAT SLAUGHTERED ME
Preposterous, lachrymose, mawkish, perplexing or endowed with nondescript imperishable love, you can attribute any of those grandiloquent title to my speech, but the sole drive behind this desperate last supplication to the skies above and the deep, impenetrable seas below, is to miraculously purge, yes I am using the word purge, that angelic young girl's heart of the venom that my love has filled it with.LOVE...AH!!!..that irrefutable fatal emotion, capable of both constructing and obliterating ...yes that same protector who on one hand assiduously protects its follower from the viciousness of the world , gives an ephemeral but sepharic ebullience but ultimately massacres one into eternal daedalians of unrelenting ruthless pain-imposing forces!
LOVE HURTS...one of the most trite, over-hyped statements but nevertheless infallibly true.Yet the ironic part of my story is that love here spared me , beatified me, embellished me and perhaps with the same intensity that it had impounded in granting me that deathless, heavenly euphoria , slaughtered the very object of my love...and belligerently by that very act slaughtered me as well ...
I can never , not even in a million centuries regret falling head over heels with her into the sempiternal waves of everlasting hope and joy but cannot even surrender without lamenting the tragedy that she had to fall for me perhaps with the same unfathomable passion. How I wish she had accorded her priceless,pure heart to some one else, that some one who reciprocated her feelings the way I did but that some one who is not trapped in this nefarious predicament as I am.
YES..I WOULD GIVE ANYTHING TO BE HER ONLY AFICIONADO...one-sided love story ..is what I vehemently plead from everything in this world capable of fulfilling man's deepest desires.Love happens only once, retorts a feeble voice somewhere in my cerebrum...the hope of this diabolical, old-adage being proved wrong is nearly impossible, keeping the experiences of the worldly folks in mind, yet I dare to hope , a complementary lesson which true love comes encapsulated with .
PLEASE...this is a ferocious yell mingled with every myriad of emotion known to mankind from helplessness , to utter grief , to abject agony , protect her from the maelstrom which is gyred around her.
Spare those innocence patched , blithe memories of our courting days for me to cherish but cure her heart of them.I am prepared to live only by the bulwark of her love, with the assurance of her well-being , even on an interminable basis!
With deep love,
Swara's Sanskar.
Meanwhile somewhere in India ...more precisely Kolkata around mid-night the moonlight struggled to enter the darkness shrouded but aristocratically carved room where a young doe-eyed girl was fruitlessly trying to sleep and relieve her mind of the barbaric memory that was perpetually feeding on her vivacity and vigour since last 2 years and had culminated in a failed suicide attempt robbing her of all the joys of life.Her mother Sharmistha Gadodia was of the opinion that perhaps during sleep that hellish memory would spare her dear daughter...but alas there it came scurrying down before her eyes , incredibly with the same lucid , vividness as if it happened a day before and why shouldn't it be , after all the tragedy ripped the young girl apart and the vortex had been persecuting her very existence in very way . One could also say that she had died that day...the day which was supposed to be the happiest day of her life...and all that left was mere physical existence with every passing second pushing her into a harrowing hell and a pointed knife carving her heart a million times every second...yes this is the extent to which love had slaughtered her!
Deep down her beautiful fairy tale turned into an enervating nightmare , one could find a young , prepossessing ,dignified ,fair-skinned, tall man with a confident self-build man look and a contagious air of self-independence grounded with awe-invoking humility and debonair, impressively surrounding him.His eyes besides boasting of a sharp business acumen skillfully camouflaged under superficial abecedarian look were sparking with deep, penetrating love for the lady standing in front , helping herself with a huge cone of bhel-puri.
His unflinching confidence and happiness was no where due to the fact that he had , quite a few hours ago, had been honoured with the STATE ENTREPRENEUR OF THE YEAR trophy and had been the youngest one to do so and definitely not because he had vanquished a clear victory bringing the corrupt mehra's known for evil , underhand ways to a degrading ignominy , stripping them entirely of their goodwill by securing the most coveted deal in the state and exposing the scams the former had so easily floated into. His ecstasy was due to his best friend cum girlfriend who stood in front in a petite blue dress , every move, every act being rejuvenating and scintillating .That girl ...mayabe because she knew why she was called there had a unique aura of impeccable anticipation and a whirlwind of excitement in her stomach...of course that winsome and cherubic beauty knew he had called to officially propose her.He had not told her a bit but she knew everything just by having a look at him..well this is what soul mates are and why she shouldn't know?After all they had been besties since they were babies playing in the cradle and the spot he had chosen , a quite sequestered area near the hill enveloped by huge neem and banyan trees, added to the innocence of the moment. He was just like her, even he eschewed crowded areas and public displays , a moment like this had to be simple and full of serendipity, just like the kemorebi lighted hill.
Her heart skipped a beat as he had made a step towards her and she could notice the curvaceous look of his lips as he moved them in his style to finally utter some words. She couldn't help but smile at his first flustered attempts, the guy who nearly irritated her with his 24*7 talks, had to grope for expressions to put his speech into articulation!
Well this was one of those very rare moments and she would tease him all his opes their life for that.
Look at the parsimony of nature, she allowed that beautiful part of the day only for a few fugacious seconds only to be reminded of the obliteration that followed.Some harsh cacophany nearly tore her ear-drums apart...THUD... and in a split second she was forced to confront that morbid sight which even the most devilish evil-doer doesn't deserve to witness.His spotless white shirt was smeared with patches of red as in a second's time he fumbled back and slipped down the hill.
The girl was far too shocked to react , all that passed infront of her a like picture which a stubborn child keeps on denying...which was followed by an all engulfing shriek and then all went black.
Oppresed by the nightmare yet again , the girl yelled with all her might, a shout which resounded in the adajcent room and brought a concerned Sharmistha and a bewildered Shekhar behind.
"His memories have still not left her Shekhar...Sshishhh...It's okay SHONA...your mom is here everything is fine" whimpered shomi , she said all the words which flashed in her mind despite knowing that everything was never fine and will never be.
"Shekar I cannot see my shona burning like this ...please do something...please"the mother inside her desperately implored , even after two years a mother 's heart couldn't not give up the hope that SWARA might learn to live again.
Exasperated but equally hapless shekhar retorted " Mishti I can literally fight the world for her , bring anything within the circumference of the earth to her but here she is asking me to bring a dead man alive...HOW CAN I BRING SANSKAR BACK...HOW CAN I??'
and that sigh continued to float in the room as if mocking fun of that woebegone girl and her dispirited parents!
####phew ok so guys this is the prologue..if you like the story do comment and tell me to continue
####constructive criticisms are welcome
####i am very slow at updating so you can expect the story to go on at snail's pace
####This is entirely fiction with some supernatural element(not horror), inspirations from various sources and other imaginative drama...i might create entities on my own
####continuation depends on response
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