• Asmita Javdekar | 01-Apr-2019
    Miraya had just turned thirteen and Mohit, nine.They were like any other pair of siblings, at that age.Goofing around, quarrelling, pulling each other’s legs. Basically, annoying the life out of each other.A straight forward dialogue exchange was nearly extinct, in their relationship.With both parents being celebrated surgeons in the city, the children had tasted independence at a young age and had grown accustomed to solving problems, by themselves.      It was a Wednesday and Miraya was irritable since morning.She decided to drag her self to school as she had a Physics test.Her stomach was cramping, her head was throbbing and her energy sapping with every passing minute.For a reason unknown to her, she wanted to just bawl.The school nurse asked her to have some water and use the toilet.To her horror, right inside the stinky school loo, she met with her first period, head on!!Although she had heard stories from friends and had attended the “Puberty and Hygiene” workshop, noth
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  • Asmita Javdekar | 26-Mar-2019
    Stress by it self is a huge topic to deal with so I have decided to break it into fragments.For every fragment of Stress,I will carve a short story based on my perception and analysis.Here goes the first one:)Once upon a time there was a beautiful scarlet rose bush.When the first dazzling bud appeared on the shrub, the gardener became overjoyed.He spread the word across the county and invited people to see the beauty in her  blossomed glory.      Deviating from his experience, the innocent bud was taking longer than expected to bloom.The gardener checked on her every hour.There was no progress.He added extra nutrition, yet no progress.Fed up, he decided to carefully peel the delicate petals to propel the process.The tiny scarlet bud could not cope with this stress.Unrealistic expectations is a type of external stress which can burden the bearer. This can very well be intrinsic,in a scenario of you Vs YOU.When I studied engineering, Stress applied to a material was defined as force per
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  • Asmita Javdekar | 22-Mar-2019
    Nine year old Arjun was an avid reader.One look at his book shelf and you had Marvel the avengers, kid Krish, He-Man, Super hero Max, Hercules and many such flamboyantly dressed, brawny action  icons staring at you, head-on.        Arjun lived in an apartment complex in an upcoming suburb, with his mother Anjali and their pet mongrel, Spidey. Two years back, after her painful separation from Vikas, Anjali was granted sole custody of Arjun.For anyone who knew her, she was this live, breathing, pulsating energy on the move.Anjali was the life of any place she went to, she often had people in spilts with her wit and humour and she guffawed through most challenges in her life.        She was a brilliant multitasker and handled her deadlines at work, her household responsibilities, her pet and parental duties with the spirit of a fierce tigress.However, an underlying fear that silently gnawed within her was whether she did enough for Arjun. She did not seek va
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  • Asmita Javdekar | 22-Mar-2019
    Vasu worked as a nanny at the Mirchandani household.Her husband Dheeraj started off as a handyman of the house and over time had risen to the post of the most trusted driver of Mr.Akash Mirchandani,founder and MD of the biggest auto manufacturing company in the city.Akash was married to Ria for 8 years and they had a happy,energy bunny,Om who was all of 6.Ria was a fitness enthusiast and a celebrated socialite.          On the morning of December 21st,Dheeraj came on duty in his crisp white uniform,polished black shoes,his oiled hair neatly combed with a side parting.He requested the housekeeper to see Ria.Ria stepped into the Sun Porch,dressed in her gym clothes,ready to hit the Pilates studio.She greeted Dheeraj with a Good Morning."Good morning Madam,ek request thi.Aaj Vasu aur muzhe jaldi chutti mil sakti hai?6 baje tak nikal sake, to bhi chalega.Aaj thoda special din hai."Ria chuckled,"Kya special hai?""Aaj hamari shadi ko 2 saal hue Madam.Aur ek baat puchni thi,kya aaj office me
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  • Asmita Javdekar | 22-Mar-2019
    Her Abbujaan had a concussion and Fatima could not bear the thought of not being by his side as he inched closer to his end.She had not seen her father for the last 10 years,not even when she lost Nouman,her husband in an unfortunate road accident.For the last 8 years,Fatima had single handedly raised Ahmed in the once foreign land which she now called home;Birmingham.Gayathri had always been just a house away for Fatima.Fatima made a quick dash and filled her in on the situation.The only thing Gayathri asked Fatima to pack in Ahmed's bag was his asthma inhaler,the rest as she said would be taken care of.A tight hug later,Fatima was gone.Ahmed who was all of 9 was more than happy to spend the next few days at his best friend;Raghu’s home,the cherry on the cake being Gayathi Aunty's crispy dosas for breakfast every morning.Ahmed and Raghu were waiting with bated breath for the weekend.They were going to watch a live cricket match for the first time in their lives at Edgbaston and that too,India Vs Pakist
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  • The Laburnum and the Gulmohar Tree
    Asmita Javdekar | 10-Mar-2019
    The Laburnum and the Gulmohar Tree grew next to each other.One lucky day, they both dropped a seed each into the warm, moist soil below.A plant began to sprout.In a few years, it bore its first few flowers.One beaming yellow, one crimson orange.Soon, the bright sisters became the pride and joy of their family.Time rolled by and they chose their own path to travel on.When they fell in love and started their own families.The little flowers blossoming from them, bore semblance but they now grew on separate trees. They were called cousins.Over years of pollination and germination, cousins turned from second to third to Unknown.Yet, one day in the early months of Summer, two trees,One Laburnum growing along the bustling main road of Pune.And,One Gulmohar, now called Royal Poinciana, growing in a quiet suburb of Brisbane, blossomed.Never before had anyone seen, clusters of Beaming yellow and Crimson orange flowers swaying in unison.Wise, old Nature had wisdom to share.The core strength of a rela
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  • Asmita Javdekar | 05-Mar-2019
    New Beginnings in Mid LifeWe all became friends by fluke.While I was doing my masters in the US, on my first trip back home, I had inadvertently picked up a Black and Tan Samsonite bag from the luggage belt at the Chhatrapati Shivaji International Airport.I never bother checking the name on baggage tag and in my defence that bag looked like mine.Unfortunately, only on opening it, did the goof up dawn on me.On reaching for my phone, I bumped into twelve missed calls from an unknown number.When I returned the call, a frantic female voice squeaked in.“You have my Samsonite travel case. I mean, I really hope you have it.Do you have it?”I was cheap enough to say, “Sorry, wrong number” in an earnest voice and cracked up, sensing the nervous wreck on the other side.That was my first brush with my steadfast, crazy girl friend Manali or Man for all of us.Man was a tall, strong girl with an aquiline nose, bunny rabbit incisors and a stylish pixie cut.When she arrived home to exchange the luggage
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  • Asmita Javdekar | 01-Mar-2019
    Manju’s entry into the world was perniciously timed with her mothers exit. Post the tumultuous delivery of daughter number 3; Manju’s father and his family had stormed out of the village Mission hospital, leaving behind the few minutes old, scrawny Manju to be welcomed with nothing but a frail and wailing grandmother.    Manju’s grandmother worked hard to make ends meet with the additional burden bestowed upon her by God.Manju grew up to be a quiet and responsible child.Although her granny took good care of her,Manju felt a sense disgust about her self.She often wished to feel beautiful, but neither her appearance nor her circumstances, gave her any reason.The only time Manju’s heart would flutter was when she watched their next door neighbour, Laxmi akka at the village chowk eating Pani puris!Something about her face would change with every burst of the crunchy puri in her mouth.Even the mogra strings in AKKA’s glistening,oil braided hair looked more beautiful while sh
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  • Asmita Javdekar | 22-Feb-2019
    After being neck deep in completing her presentation for 32hours without a wink, Riddhi decided to head straight to Nook; a nearby Restobar. She definitely needed a stiff one, before hitting the sack.Meandering through the packed restaurant to her usual bar stool, her eye caught a couple of familiar faces.It was a mother- daughter duo from her building, probably waiting for the man of the house to join them for dinner.As soon as Riddhi waved across to them, the young mother distracted her little daughter to look away in another direction.Riddhi was fully aware that within the conservative walls of her building compound, her care a damn lifestyle and reckless ways were frowned upon.Not being rattled at all, she ordered her Taslisker double on the rocks and munched away on the accompanying soya chips and almonds. Deciding to forgo dinner, she called for an Uber and moved into the open patio for a quick smoke.Vandana and her very sleepy six year old were looking for a rickshaw to get back home. Riddhi offered th
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  • Maid of Honour.
    Asmita Javdekar | 20-Feb-2019
    Divya was turning 17.This was her first year away from her family.Back home, birthdays meant a fragrant string of jasmine flowers, snugly perched over her tightly oiled bun of thick black hair.She would visit the local deity to seek blessings and her mother would prepare rice and jaggery kheer; a staple at all family celebrations.Besides this, her birthday was like any other day of her life.This year however, there was a vibe of uncertainty.Divya was in Banglore, a big city.She was not with her own family.Clearly, the local deity or the kheer was not even in the picture.In fact, no body around her was even aware of her birthday.She had gotten used to sweeping away these emotional nudges.She woke up, had her bath, prepared dabba for the kids of the household, made tea for the family, pulled out the eggs, bread, cereals, peanut butter for everybody’s breakfast and went to wake the kids up for school.Never before was their bedroom door locked!She gently knocked on it and called out to the older kid, Risha.
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  • The perfect mistake
    Diyaa | 11-Feb-2019
    Sara was a charming twenty-one years young lady who recently stepped into her newly wedded life. Couple of months into this wedlock, she was still trying to adjust to the new life. It was a novel experience for her, from changing homes to cities to friends and now families. Everything was different. Since she was young, she fitted herself very easily into her new space. Rahul, her husband worked with the Indian navy, because of which he had to shift his home base near the port. He had left his family soon after he joined work. His parents lived in a city which was three hours away from his.   He was used to living alone many months of the year while the other months he sailed to far off places. He took good care of Sara now that he had her around. He made her feel very comfortable in his world. Clubbing, dinners, movies had filled their days. They even did groceries together. She remembered their honeymoon to snowcapped mountains in the Swiss. That one week had really bought them close to each other.
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  • A short love story
    Jyoti | 09-Sep-2018
    She came to know about him through a common writer friend on FB. She checked his profile and started reading his blogs. He was doing very well in his field but his passion was writing and that reflected through his blogs. She got hooked to his easy to read, simple yet heart touching writing and couldn’t wait for his new article to appear on the blog. It was as if she was in a competition to see who read that blog first! It continued for a couple of months and she started to know him through his writings. She clinged to whatever little information she could get about him through the blogs. She could say that he was a sincere, loyal and intelligent person with a zest for life. Most of her free time was spent reading his blogs and wondering what excuse she could make to meet him! And one fine day an opportunity knocked on her door and she was on cloud 9. He was mentoring a workshop for newbie writers and this was a perfect chance to meet him. Initially she was very excited about going to the workshop and
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  • MR. R- THE ICON OF JUSTICE SEASON 6
    Rutwik Nalawade | 31-Jul-2018
    3. MR.R- APE               At a certain evening, there is the City bank anniversary and Rihaan and Ujwal Naik are called as special guests.               Outside, a car comes and the person inside says, “Let the plan begin.”             Some men get down from the car and they kill the police officers guarding the bank and the person gets down from the car and has a machine gun in his hand.             He enters the bank and when Ujwal Naik is about to talk his speech, there is a firing.             The person comes and people start whispering and Ujwal Naik says, “What and who are you?”             The person then makes some noises and he say
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  • MR. R- THE ICON OF JUSTICE SEASON 6
    Rutwik Nalawade | 30-Jul-2018
    1. MR- R: PHOENIX.               Ujwal Naik is still furious that Maverick escaped and then Lynx escaped too and he was more furious on Mr. R because he helped Maverick to escape when taken to the hospital.             At Roy’s base, Lynx is wearing her gear and Maverick comes and says, “Want my help?”             Lynx looks at Maverick and says, “I did miss you, thanks for bringing me out of that facility.”             Maverick comes closer to her and says, “I missed you too.”             At JSF base,  Rihaan is there with Saina and Danny. Raghu comes and says, “Did you guys hear the news?”             Sai
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  • Lips Don't Lie
    Aditya | 23-Jul-2018
    Author's note: I recently attended a Story writing workshop in Mumbai. The story that follows is part of task that we did during the workshop. We were asked to pick three random chits from bowls, one each for the protagonist, for the pursuit and for the conflict/problems/difficulties. The chits I got are mentioned below and the story I could come up is further below. Do share your feedback.   Protagonist: A faithful and naive disciple Pursuit: Quest for lipstick Problem: Lack of education   - - - - -   LIPS DON'T LIE   Aisha was sitting in her favorite armchair by the window, overlooking the vast expanse of the sea. She was unusually silent today. The sea breeze made her gray hair float everywhere, but her eyes were transfixed on the setting sun. She could see the inevitability of time, it wasn’t long before she would set behind the horizon herself. Aisha was 58, Chairman and Managing director of Maya Cosmetics and Apparels, and she was dying.   Over the last 25
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  • MR. R- A FOE’S HELP
    Rutwik Nalawade | 05-Jul-2018
    MR.R The Icon Of Justice- A FOE’S HELP         As in the former series, Rihaan made a decision that he would separate JSF and send them to different places to prevent crime from happening and thus in the City right now, Rihaan, Tanya, Raghu are present as Tanya is retired from J.S.F., she works as the tech person of the JSF. The Cruel Faction is inside the Fort where there is maximum security put to keep them inside. Some days later,  Rihaan meets Ujwal Naik and he arranges a meeting with Roy inside the Fort. Inside, Rihaan is inside a room and Roy comes and sees him and smiles and says, “Hi, Rihaan. You missed me?” Rihaan says, “No, but beating you I missed and that is for sure, Tanya is still angry on you and as Apocalypse is dead, she might forgive you.” Roy says, “You do crack some nice jokes, Apocalypse is dead, that one is good, he isn’t dead, I know that bastard, he will live, you should have cut his head off but no, your wife
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