Today 13th April, I sit in this classroom for the last time, definitely not to cheer for completing my college life but to fear about losing this wonderful life. “Will I sit with my friends once again in this same classroom?” “Will I able to tease my lecturer hereafter or to sleep in their class?” “Will I fear of getting caught for using bit in the exams?” “Will I get my college life back?” I questioned myself…

Info:- 77-Fiction refers to fictional writings bounded to a maximum of 77 words.

As I complete my school life today (31st March )… I am penning down this Nisaiku…

Well, everyone says sixteen is sweet, and I am not an exception to deny that as I fell in love with her, On Feb14th her eyes conveyed these lines to me…

I cried, she screamed, they smiled, was it called mixed emotions, maybe it was, I blinked my eyes, they cut my umbilical cord, cleaned me, and gave it to her. She saw me, kissed me for the first time to cherish my first day on this earth and we call this day as our birthday.

Info:- 55-Fiction refers to fictional writings bounded to a maximum of 55 words.

Well, I know I am bit late in joining the party. However, I love to play my best part in this wonderful challenge. I am here with a concept, “Life of a man – a diary to cherish“, Stay tuned to enjoy this concept and let me know what you feel about this.

Check out who is in the party here

I woke up with a huge smile as Isha tapped my back. I was happy to see an angel standing before me saying those three words on which THREE KNOTS actually stands. I reciprocated, bathed, dressed up and stood before God, prayed for the Happy Life and moved to the marriage hall. It was around six in the morning when rituals started followed by that I tied the auspicious thread on her neck, the THREE KNOTS at sharp 07:01 AM followed by blessing from my Mom, in-laws and relatives. Everyone gathered there wished us happy life and bestowed love upon us and this continued until midday.

Followed by this we visited few temples to complete rest of the rituals. It was around seven in the evening when we reached our home. Last but not the least, the ritual, “First Night”, the time that is destined to express our first love; I am not an exception to deny this as I waited for almost twenty-four years for this precious night.

It was not that easy to express what every person feel in words and so I am. I waited inside the room for almost ten minutes, the most hated ten minutes in my lifetime. She came in blushing like an angel with a sweet smile. I almost lost myself as my heart skipped a beat when she sat in the bed before me. I whispered in her ears, “I Love You” and made the angel to blush more. I turned her blushing face towards me but shockingly found tears in her eyes.

“Ish.. Ish..,” I said, she, “dear, I love you so much. I wanted to live with you forever… But, God wished something else by ending my life. Still I love to our souls to stay united forever… WILL ‘U’ ACCEPT Me?…”

“Riti……….” I trembled…

I strongly apologise to all my friends who read this from chapter one for stopping it here. The actual ending can be read in my novel that will be publishing it by the start of the New Year. Wait unit that day to know the answers for the questions that arise in your head. Hope you enjoyed, “THREE KNOTS”, continue enjoying it in my novel.

Expect the unexpected ending with some nasty twists that happened in Rahul, Isha, Siddesh and Riti’s life.

“Will Rahul accept Riti, in that case what will happen to Isha’s life? Is she aware of all that happened to her in the past thirty days? What had happened to Siddesh? Why he never contacted Isha after that incident? How Riti soul entered in to Isha? Why Isha didn’t commit suicide? What was the reason for emergency that message sent by Isha? Whose blood was that seen on the diary? Who wrote Riti’s name in Isha’s room? Rahul’s love is for Isha or Riti?”

Learn these answers in my novel as soon I publish. Stay tuned with the updates from my side to enjoy, “THREE KNOTS – WILL ‘U’ ACCEPT ME?”

Heartily thanks to Leo(Leonnyes) of I Rhyme Without Reason for helping me to reach people through his wonderful challenge. This was the first ever challenge I participated in my life. I thoroughly enjoyed this Leo, once again thanks for that. Although I missed H and I, due to bad network connection, I enjoyed writing this wonderful challenge. In future, love to participate more of these type and love to host them too. Thanks LEO and my fellow bloggers for all the smiles.

About NaNoWriMo, I could write only 40k words this month as my hands were totally tied with my office work. Nevertheless, I have a draft to fine tune here and there, check grammatical errors and publish them with flying colours. Thanks NaNaWriMo for this wonderful opportunity, love to participate in all future endeavours.

I also thank my regular readers who feed me with their thoughts via comments or mail. Thanks to all those good hearts and hoping to get the same support in future too.

Wait and watch this space for update about THREE KNOTS and for my next fiction series.

Catch you guys @ Few Miles

Signing off from here,
With Love – Someone is Special…(always love to be special)

Copyrights – Only to me – SiS

I woke up with no idea on what happened yesterday. “Son, do take sun bathe soon and get ready for the rituals,” my mother-in-law requested me. I too got ready as they wished and helped myself in getting things in place. Rituals went on as scheduled with me smiling a lot. Everything else went on well as the reception started on time, our relatives and friends to wish us. It is always good to have good friends and I got a couple as they went crazy and teased us a lot. Everyone said that we are a perfect couple and a delight to watch in the stage.

The whole day went as if second as we enjoyed the song, dance, friends, rituals. I have to say that this day is a complete package of happiness that everyone wishes to enjoy in his or her marriage. With the happy mood, I went to sleep praying to Mom and Riti that tomorrow, i.e., Nov 30th, the day I gonna tie “THREE KNOTS” on Isha’s neck should go well as planned and should remain as the happiest day in my lifetime.

“What is happening here? Isha is in love with Siddesh or me. Is she acting like this? Nope this is not acting, then what happened to her,” I mumbled, shockingly I found a bloodshed knife at one end of the room, nearby that I found Riti written with blood on seeing that I fell unconscious.

An hour or so I took to gain conscious and no one noted this as I luckily fell on bed. “I was in total confusion… Why Riti’s name is written in blood here nearby the bloodshed knife? Whose blood is there on the diary? Why Siddesh didn’t pick the call? What happened to him? Is Isha’s love is true?

I am confused… I sat in bed with full tension.

“I Love Siddesh”, I read that some ten times wondering why the person with the name Siddesh shock me always with heartbreaking news? I wondered it was Isha’s are someone else diary… It must be Isha’s as she signed in the first page. With hands trembling, I moved to the next page. It was full of Siddesh, Sid, and Sid… Love… Love… Love… I threw the diary to the other end of the room in grief… My heart started beating fast, faster and faster, as my BP raised to the maximum, I decided not to think more on that, instead to read the dairy…

“A day with Siddesh… Valentine’s Day… Birthday… First Kiss… Movie… Fight… I Hate this stupid… I love you dear… Who is that stupid Rahul… Why should I marry him… “ are the pages that gave me pain. Nov 1st, Engagement, I wanted to mention what she wrote on that day,

“Come let us move to our living room,” said she and took me to her living room. If anyone knows why the words cute, beautiful and many refers to girls? If you don’t know let me tell you, it is because they choose such graceful colors in the dress they wear, ornaments they put, they way they carry themselves (all these everyone knows stupid writer)… Something special to be mentioned is the way they decorate their rooms, paints, colors, mattresses, couch, ah… everything they choose, the colors are the cute and the best. Ish is cute idiot in this; hope you could understand how cute the room is?

“Isha, come here for a minute,” Isha’s mom screamed, “Stupid mom, she never let me spend my time with you, One more ritual left I think,” she screamed and went. “Stupid Mom,” I puzzled, Mom’s become stupid to girls once they are committed.. Is it?.. I never know dear friends… I was surfing her room for some good novels. Surprisingly I found a diary in her draw that too this year. “She writes diary…”, I said to myself, I opened it, Jan 1st 2010, shocked to see “I Love S***”

“I miss you mom,” I said in my inner voice, as her blessings would have mattered a lot for me. Nevertheless, even in her absence her blessings will always be there for us as we prayed before her photo.
Ish with lots of bangles came to me blushing, “How cute is this?” she blushed, “You mean that this is cute or else you,” “Hey…”, “I can see an angel here,” I uttered those words to make her blush more and she looked much like a red colored apple.

“Son, we have lot of rituals to be performed to God before our marriage. It will be good if you stay in our house,” said my in-laws, I happily accepted it, accompanied them to their wonderful home. The next day started with offerings to God and special prayer for the goodness of our life.

I wrote this in a piece of paper and showed this to Isha. “God is the ultimate truth; belief is the weapon to win this world,” she said. Everyone praised us as we were made for each other in all aspects.

“Son, we will be reaching Nalli Silks by 10 AM,” said my father-in-law in phone. I confirmed our presence with a smile and hung the phone. I prayed my mom to wish me good luck for our marriage. “Riti…Riti…” I shouted waiting outside the gate in the car forgetting that I am waiting for Isha, actually, I used to shout for Riti whenever we go out as she always pray her parents for a safe journey before leaving the home, “Sorry… Ish… I shouted,” she dressed up in a saree much like Riti, actually, it was Riti’s saree. As soon as she got into the car, I said, “You are too sexy today,” she blushed. I love the way she blushed, she has something special in that as it mesmerize me heavenly.

“Son, this is our tradition shop as we used to buy dresses for marriages,” said my father-in-law, showing Nalli Silks, “Glad to know about this shop,” I said, went with them inside as our Happy Hours started with the purchase of our marriage clothes. “How this saree,” She exclaimed holding a peacock blue colored saree with peacock design embedded in it. She looked like a cute angel that made me to say yes to that saree, one saree for reception, one for marriage and the other for the most beautiful night (the most beautiful saree I had ever seen in my life, may not be but to me it is).

This followed with variety of saree for her, for her relations and so on. I purchased two, one for Mom, one for Riti, although they are not in this world, I love to buy one for them as it gave me smiles. I bought two traditional wear for me, one for marriage, and other for the most beautiful night. Also for my stupid relations who never stood with me in my tough times, used to smile before my face and speak badly about me behind my face. It consumed eight fun filled hours, “Happy Hours” after a long gap.

I loved her words more than that her love, care and sweetness towards me made me feel special. I received call from Isha’s father regarding the plan for marriage shopping and us. I answered affirmative with a smile and we fixed the plan by next day morning 10 AM. Isha was happy on hearing this, as she was afraid on my decision about our marriage. She hugged me and said, “I LOVE YOU”, the three golden words that every soul loves to hear. The day went quite well as we shared our lovable moments that we spent in our lifetime.

I found a group of people standing outside, “Can we meet Rahul?” said one from the two, “Yes I am Rahul, and how may I help you?” I said, “Sir, I am Nithin”, said he, “Glad to meet you Nithin,” I said and took them inside my home. They came to settle that entire legal documents, insurance that mom had kept for me. I received those with tears and expressed my gratitude to them. As soon as they left the home, tears visited from my eyes. “Hey… please don’t cry once again,” Isha, said, “How can I? Did I expect these from my mom and Riti? I expected them to live with me forever,” I cried, she tried as usual to convince me but this time no one would have convinced me as I missed them a lot. I locked myself in my living room to hide my tears from her but that frightened her and made her to faint. I take full responsibility for her to faint, as I am the one who made her faint by continuously crying. This time I took care of her, prepared food for us and ate.

“What a life I was having? Now why it changed like this? God this pain is unbearable,” I shouted at God, but as you all know, nothing will change even if we shout at God. “Please at least stop thinking about them in dining table,” Isha shouted at me, “Please put a full stop to this. I cannot afford to make you go ill with just eight days left for our marriage. If you can’t do this then let us postpone the marriage,” She said showing her affection on me. I couldn’t say anything to her but promised her that I will change myself and the marriage will happen as scheduled.

Bala came with legal papers to help us to settle the things. “Good, I can file these papers to start the trust officially also help Little Angel Orphanage angels,” said Bala, we exchanged smiles and good wishes and Bala left the home.

“You are someone special I ever had in my life,” Isha said, “Don’t joke, I am just a piece of trash,” I mumbled, “I don’t think so. You are truly special for me and for everyone,” I don’t know why she said so but I said to myself that I am unlucky special as lost my precious gift Riti and my mom in just 23 years. I made my mind not to cry instead to cherish the sweet moments that I enjoyed with them.

“Life has to go on so fill your life with joyful moments to touch heights,” she said.



I opened the door and found two strangers standing outside. “Can we meet Rahul?” said one from the two, “Yes I am Rahul, and how may I help you?” I said, “Sir, I am John, we have news for you,” said John, “What… What news?” I shivered. “Sir, shall we go inside and talk?” he said and I too nodded.

“Sir we are from LBS, a multibank in US. Miss. Ritika had deposited $500000 with us nominated Rahul for this. Since she is no more in this world and according to norms of our bank, we have to hand over the money to the nominee within seven days from her death. In addition, she took insurance policies with us with that the total amount sums up to $1000000. Shall we transfer it now”, said John, I couldn’t speak up instead nodded my head. They transferred the amount via her NRI account to mine and signed off closing the agreements. Once they left the home, I once again started thinking about Riti.

“Dear, what you going to do with this money,” Isha said, I remember Riti saying, “I love to earn a lot and give those to “Little Angel” Orphanage and help them,” I wish to fulfill her wishes today. “I admire Riti a lot she must a gem of person,” she said, “Even I admire her, she is a Xenops, a genius bird, love to fly until last breath, loves to explore this entire world and be good to everyone in this world. She is a gem,” I cried.

We decided to divide this huge amount into two, one for Little Angel Orphanage and the other to register a trust under her name to serve people forever. I phoned my friend Bala, modern day KRISHNAN (GOD) and said about this wonderful idea. “I never know this had happened, Riti is a wonderful girl and let she attain God. I will help you to fulfil Riti’s wish. I will be there in half an hour,” said Bala and hung the call. I expressed my happiness to Isha on how Riti had lived her life, the way she faced her life, the way she explored, and the way she lived. I went on talking about her non-stop; suddenly we heard a knock at the door. “It should be Bala,” I said and opened the door but…

“Stop,” she said with eyes closed, “Should I,” I pressed a little and waited for her response. “Let’s stop,” she insisted a little this time and pushed me. I fell into swimming pool in turn I pulled her down and as a result, we were completely drenched. I took her to my living room, floated her on the bed and was ready to have my first go. I tasted her Mel and followed the beautiful way that took me through. She moaned to stop, “Just ten more days, wait and have your feast,” she insisted more. I could not say yes but stopped myself and we dressed up.

“Sorry,” I was mesmerized in your beauty, “Even I am,” She blushed, I once again looked deep into her eyes and said, “I LOVE YOU”. She hugged me and said, “You are a nice guy, aren’t you?” she puzzled, I smiled “I am not,” I shrugged.

We switched our positions to look in to each other eyes perfectly. “You have a wonderful eyes,” I said, she blushed more, “So tell me How much Riti to you?” she said, A drop of tear touched the earth, “Hey please don’t shed tears, I wanted to know about her,” she said, but I couldn’t control my emotions, with tears I said, “She is someone special in my life. I always loved the time I spent with her.” “In that case why you decided to marry me instead of her?” She said with puzzling eyes and awaited for my response, “I don’t know dear… I never had feelings to marry her. She is definitely special but…” I paused for a minute and said, “I don’t have an answer” I mumbled. “What you would have done if she would have proposed you? Isha once again waited for my answer, “I am not sure what I would have did,” I said in a low tone, “Then why did you select me? Just because of your mom suggested me?”, “Hmm, maybe, but I started loving your once we were engaged,” I said and moved front a little. “Even I love you so much,” she said, we heard someone knocking the door, so went to open the door.