Author: Debarati M

  • The Two Faces of Diwali: Joy and Remembrance

    The Two Faces of Diwali: Joy and Remembrance

    Diwali is more than just a festival of lights. It is a time when homes glow, hearts connect, and families come together to celebrate love, joy, and togetherness.

    Across India, homes glow with diyas and rangolis, but celebrations vary from region to region. In Bengal, people celebrate Kali Puja to honor Maa Kali. In Melukote, Karnataka, Diwali is observed quietly in remembrance.

    Picture by Debarati M, Barrackpur, West Bengal, India 

    By the 19th century, Kali Puja became a grand celebration in Bengal. It was spread by Saint Ramakrishna Paramhansa and many landlords of that time. For Bengalis, Maa Kali is the symbol of strength and kindness. She protects her children and turns her anger into compassion.

    But there is another side to Diwali that few people know about. While India celebrates Diwali with joy, the village of Melukote in Karnataka remembers it in silence and mourning.

    A long time ago, Melukote faced a dark tragedy, similar to the Jallianwala Bagh massacre. On Diwali, Tipu Sultan tricked the villagers into gathering at a temple, and his army attacked them with war elephants and weapons. Men, women, elders, and even children were killed, leaving the village forever in mourning.

    From that moment, the people of Melukote made a promise. They decided never to celebrate Diwali again. Instead, they spend the night in silence, remembering those who lost their lives. Even today, on this dark night of Amavasya, the village remains without lights, holding on to a vow born out of grief and respect.

    Diwali lights up hearts, but some lights also shine on memories. It is a festival of joy, strength, and quiet remembrance.

    References:

    1. Times of India – Melukote observes Diwali as a day of mourning
    2. Swarajya Magazine – History of Melukote and Tipu Sultan’s attack.
  • Akal Bodhan: When Maa Comes Home

    Akal Bodhan: When Maa Comes Home

    The worship of Devi Durga in Bengal is celebrated in a very unique way. It is believed that Durga Maa comes to her home along with her four children, Ganesh, Karthik, Lakshmi, and Saraswati. She stays with us for five days and then returns to Kailash.

    But do you know, there is another story behind this Durga Puja, known as Akal Bodhan?

    Akal Bodhan means the untimely awakening of Devi Durga.
    This name comes from the Bengali Ramayan, Krittibasi Ramayan.

    According to the Bengali Ramayana, when the battle between Ram and Ravan was at its peak, Ram came to know that Ravan was a great devotee of Lord Shiva.

    At that moment, Vibhishan, Ravan’s brother, advised Ram to worship Devi Durga. He suggested that Ram offer her 108 lotuses to awaken her blessings. However, Ram had only 107.

    To prove his devotion, he decided to offer one of his own eyes, which were often compared to blue lotuses. Maa Durga, deeply moved, appeared and blessed him with victory.


    Our celebrations begin on Panchami, the fifth day, and continue till Dashami (Dussehra), the tenth day, filled with devotion, rituals, and cultural richness. One special ritual is offering 108 lotus flowers to Devi Durga.

    We also offer bhog to Maa Durga, which includes khichuri, luchi, and a variety of Bengali sweets. These simple offerings carry the taste of love, togetherness, and tradition.

    We celebrate this festival not only with rituals but also with cultural programs like dance, music, folk tales, poetry, and much more.


    Sindoor Khela is a lively ritual where married women smear each other with sindoor, celebrating Maa Durga’s blessings, happiness, and strength.
    For Probashi Bengalis, Durga Puja keeps us connected to our roots. We come together like one big family, celebrating with tradition, joy, and the blessings of Maa.

    Today, Durga Puja is celebrated not only in Bengal but across the world. Every year, Bengali communities create beautifully themed pandals and idols with devotion and creativity, for example, in Silvassa, Dadra and Nagar Haveli and Daman and Diu, where the festival brings together people from different backgrounds.

    Here, we have various Bengali associations, and one of them is DPCS (Durga Puja Committee, Silvassa).

    For Bengalis, Durga Puja is a feeling of homecoming, when Maa arrives for five days, fills our hearts with joy, and leaves again as our beloved mother.

    We wait all year for her return. When Puja ends, we hold on to the promise: “Ashche bochor abar hobe”, it will happen again next year, Maa will be back.

    Dugga Dugga!

  • Where Rivers Write History: Punjab’s Story

    Where Rivers Write History: Punjab’s Story

    A land takes its name from the waters that shaped it. Punjab, from panj meaning five and aab meaning water, was once home to five great rivers — Sutlej, Beas, Ravi, Chenab, and Jhelum. These rivers carried silt from the mountains, spread it across the plains, and turned the soil golden. For centuries, they were more than just water; they nourished fields, villages, and traditions, making Punjab the breadbasket of India.

    Then came the Partition in 1947. Borders were drawn, people were displaced, and the rivers too were divided. Today, Indian Punjab is fed by the Sutlej, Beas, and Ravi, while the Chenab and Jhelum lie across the border in Pakistan. The Indus Waters Treaty of 1960 made this division permanent, yet Punjab’s very name still recalls all five rivers.

    The story of these rivers is also the story of floods. In 1955, rains drowned villages and crops, remembered as one of the earliest disasters of independent India. Another massive flood struck in 1988, worsened by sudden dam releases.

    In 2025, history repeated itself when more than a thousand villages went underwater. Lives were lost, farmland was ruined, and entire communities were displaced. Climate change has made rainfall harsher, forests in the hills have been cut down, and rivers now run through towns and fields choked by encroachment. The waters that once gave life now often arrive with destruction.

    Floods cannot be stopped, but their impact can be managed. Clearing drains, protecting riverbanks, planting trees, and coordinating dam releases can reduce the damage. With these steps, the same rivers that sometimes bring pain can continue to sustain Punjab for generations.

    Punjab may no longer hold all five rivers, but each one still shapes its identity. They remind us that nature both gives and warns. It is up to us to live wisely with it.

    References

    • Encyclopaedia Britannica – Punjab, India
    • Wikipedia – Punjab (India), Five Rivers of Punjab, Indus Waters Treaty, 1988 Punjab Floods, 2025 Punjab Floods
    • Indian Express – “Punjab’s most devastating floods since 1955”
    • India Today – Punjab floods 2025 coverage

  • Thread-20 Whispers of the Heart: A Love in the Balance

    Thread-20 Whispers of the Heart: A Love in the Balance

    Life is full of surprises and lessons. We often want what we don’t have, and losing something can feel painful. But loss can also guide us to new opportunities and help us grow.

    True happiness doesn’t come from wanting more; it comes when we are ready to receive life’s gifts. Patience and courage are needed to embrace what comes our way.

    Kajal stood at a crossroads, torn between love and past choices. Secrets and hidden feelings began to surface, and only facing the truth could set them free.

    The journey of the heart was just beginning, and its outcome remained uncertain. Life, with all its twists and turns, held lessons, growth, and unexpected possibilities for those willing to wait and endure.

  • Thread-19 The Unspoken Truths

    Thread-19 The Unspoken Truths

    Kajal strolls along the riverbank, her steps slow and heavy. The chilly wind sweeps through her hair, but she feels nothing. Only Lata’s words echo relentlessly in her mind.

    Her throat tightens with unspoken grief, but she refuses to let the tears fall in front of Lata. Lata has told her she does not want her at the wedding… that she should stay away.

    Kajal gazes at the river’s restless currents, her expression vacant.

    Once, she believed Lata was like a sister. But now? What is she to her? Has she truly lost everything because of one mistake?

    She feels drained… completely hollow.

    A sudden thought grips her. “If everyone believes I destroyed everything… what if I simply cease to exist?”

    Slowly, she steps closer to the edge of the riverbank.

    She inhales deeply… and moves one foot forward.

    Just then—

    “The water is freezing, you know. If you jump in, you’ll catch a cold!”

    Kajal stiffens.

    That voice— unmistakable. Too familiar!

    She turns around slowly. Even in the dim light, she can make out a tall figure, standing with effortless confidence, amusement glinting in his eyes.

    “Kush!”
    Kushagra’s voice is calm, almost teasing. “Here’s a thought— why don’t you sit down first and reconsider? And if you must take the plunge, at least have a cup of hot tea beforehand. No point catching a cold in the process!”

    Kajal shoots him an exasperated look. “What are you doing here?”

    Kushagra smirks. “Keeping an eye on reckless people like you. Now tell me— are you really going to jump, or would you rather join me for a plate of steaming hot momos?”

    Kajal stares at him, speechless.
    There is no anger in his voice, no judgment in his eyes… as if he knew this was coming. And that is why.. he has arrived just in time.

    Kushagra takes another step forward and says, “Listen, Kajal, life isn’t a movie where sad moments come with background music, and everyone begs you to return. In reality, no one does that… but I am. Because I know—maybe you made a mistake, but that doesn’t mean your story is over.”
    Kajal stepped down from the riverbank, her thoughts in turmoil. Kush was right… but could she really forget everything and start again?

    He moved closer, his voice gentle. “Do you know where I first saw you?”

    She stayed silent, sorrow in her eyes.

    Kush smiled faintly, lost in memory. “At a small ice cream shop. Lata was buying two cones, and you stood quietly beside her, smiling. I didn’t know then that your smile would change everything for me. I saw you every day, wanting to speak, but I never found the courage. Then one day you were gone… upset about your grades. That’s when I realized—

    Kajal’s eyes widened.

    You loved your books so much,” Kush said softly, a shy smile tugging at his lips. “I once thought of hiding a love letter in one… but then I was scared Lata might find it. So , held back. Instead, I told myself, I’ll prove my worth, I’ll make her see me. From that day, everything I did… was only for you. That’s how I became ‘Student of the Year.’”

    Kajal remained silent, unsure of how to react, her heart heavy.

    Kush’s voice took on a bittersweet edge. “I thought, now you’d finally notice me. But no… to you, I was still nobody.

    Kajal felt a small pang of guilt. She didn’t know he felt this way.

    Kush continued, his voice almost apologetic, “Then I decided, no more waiting. I walked into the college canteen with a red rose in my hand, ready to tell you everything. But then, I saw you crying… for someone else.”

    Kajal’s breath caught in her throat, her heart sinking. She remembered that day, the tears she couldn’t hold back.

    Kush’s voice softened, tinged with sadness. “That day, I felt like I was too late. Someone else was already there, taking my place. So, I stepped back. I watched you, but I couldn’t gather the courage to go to you… I couldn’t tell you how I felt. How you were the girl of my dreams, Kajal.”

    He took a step forward, his gaze steady, unwavering. “But I don’t want to wait anymore. If you can give me even the tiniest space in your heart… I swear, I’ll make you smile for the rest of your life. I won’t let you cry, I won’t let you fade away. I want to be the new beginning to your story, Kajal. Will you give me that chance?”

    Kajal stood frozen, her heart racing in her chest. She didn’t know what to say. She wanted to speak, but the words didn’t come.

    Meanwhile, Lata and Ankur ran through the streets, searching everywhere for Kajal. At last, they saw her near the river. Lata got so excited that she tripped and fell into the mud. Ankur rushed after her, still wearing his helmet, looking more ready for a fight than to help.

    Kajal stared in shock. Lata was standing there, messy and barefoot, Ankur behind her. Both of them were waving and making strange gestures. Nothing made sense, it all felt too fast, too confusing.

    At that moment, Kush blurted out,
    Ah… so this means… will you mar—”

    Before he could finish, Lata’s angry voice rang out.
    What is going on here?!”

    Kush straightened at once and moved protectively beside Kajal.

    Lata stepped forward, eyes blazing. “So this is the truth? I knew it! All that flirting, all those looks… I should have guessed something was wrong!”

    Kajal’s eyes flew to Kush, her heart in turmoil. She couldn’t believe what was happening, and Kush, looking down, began nervously kicking at the ground, clearly uncomfortable.

    Lata grabbed Kajal’s hand suddenly, her grip tight, and yanked her away. “Let’s go! We don’t need to be here anymore!”

    Ankur, frozen in shock, called out, “But…

    Lata didn’t even look at him. She shoved him aside as she pulled Kajal away. Kush and Ankur stood there, stunned, staring at each other, unable to process what just happened.

    Kush’s voice was quiet, almost defeated, as he said, “So… how do we get an answer now?”

    Ankur sighed deeply, shaking his head. ‘Bro, first, get Lata’s mood right, then you can think about getting an answer. If you survive this, you’ll get everything you want.’ 

  • Thread- 18 Forgiveness for Mistakes, Burden of the Past

    Thread- 18 Forgiveness for Mistakes, Burden of the Past

    Kajal’s eyes fluttered open. The world around her felt hazy, distant, like a dream she couldn’t quite wake up from. Her head throbbed, a dull ache echoing with voices she couldn’t place. There was a weight in her chest, heavy and suffocating, like she was struggling to surface from deep, dark waters.

    Beside her, Mamoni sat silently, a bowl of food in her hands. Her face was calm, but her eyes held something unreadable, sternness, pain… and somewhere beneath it all, a love she had tried too hard to bury.

    Kajal’s fingers trembled as she reached out, clutching Mamoni’s hand, her grip tight, desperate. Fear flickered in her eyes, her voice barely above a whisper. “That night… what really happened?”

    Mamoni inhaled sharply, her gaze clouded with a thousand untold stories. When she finally spoke, her voice carried the weight of years, of regret, of choices made in the name of love and protection.

    “No one died that night.”

    Kajal’s breath caught in her throat.

    “It was all a lie, a story we created… to keep you and Lata apart.”

    The room felt like it was closing in. Kajal couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe.

    Mamoni’s voice softened, but the words cut just as deep. “I wanted you to stay away from her. I wanted Lata to be free of the past. And when she lost her memories, I thought… maybe it was for the best. Maybe this was the clean break she needed.”

    Kajal’s hands went limp.

    “Was it so easy to let go of love?” Mamoni’s voice wavered now, something breaking within her. “Did you really think you could forget that you loved Ankur too?”

    A shiver ran through Kajal’s body. All this time, she had carried a weight so unbearable, a guilt so consuming—only to find out it had all been a lie. The nightmares, the sleepless nights, the crippling fear of having blood on her hands… none of it was real.

    And yet, something inside her still cracked, something raw and aching.

    Mamoni hadn’t hated her. She had feared for her. She hadn’t punished her. She had tried to protect Lata. And in doing so, she had pushed Kajal away, convincing herself that she was doing the right thing.

    Kajal felt the truth settle into her bones. They had both made mistakes. They had both lost something.

    Tears welled in her eyes.

    Mamoni looked away, blinking back her own. The steel walls she had built over the years—the ones that had kept her from breaking, were beginning to crumble.

    They sat there, frozen in the moment—one, a daughter who had lost her way, and the other, a mother drowning in the weight of her choices.

    But they weren’t alone.

    A shadow lurked beyond the doorway. Someone who had heard it all. Someone whose world had just come crashing down.

    The golden saree, the red dupatta, bathed in moonlight, there was no mistaking her.

    Lata.

    She stepped forward, her face pale, her hands trembling. Her lips parted, but for a moment, no words came out. Then, in a voice so quiet, yet so sharp, she asked—

    “What… Did I just hear?”

    Kajal felt her whole body go cold.

    Lata’s eyes darkened, her breath uneven. “You… you loved Ankur?”

    Kajal opened her mouth, but nothing came out.

    Lata took another step closer, her voice breaking. “You never told me? Why?”

    Kajal barely managed to whisper, “I was scared…”

    Lata let out a hollow laugh, one that didn’t reach her eyes. “Scared? Of what? That I would hate you? That I’d throw you out of my life?”

    Kajal’s voice cracked, “I was scared of losing you… scared you’d never forgive me.”

    Lata’s eyes glistened with unshed tears, but her face hardened. “And yet, you thought it was okay to love him behind my back? To sit beside me every day, smile, laugh, share everything… while hiding this?”

    Kajal dropped her gaze. “I never acted on it… I never told him… I buried it. I let it go.”

    Lata shook her head, her voice laced with hurt. “That’s not the point, Kajal! You should have told me! I was your best friend! You were supposed to trust me, the way I trusted you!”

    Kajal’s heart pounded. “I wanted you both to be happy. That’s all I ever wanted…”

    Lata’s laugh was bitter now. “And yet, look where we are.”

    She took another step back, her voice barely above a whisper. “Do you have any idea how much I’ve lost? My memories… my past… the person I used to be. And now I find out that the one person I trusted the most… was hiding the biggest truth of all?”

    Kajal reached for her, but Lata recoiled.

    “You ruined everything, Kajal. You won’t be at my wedding! If you’re there, everything will be ruined!

    Her voice trembled, thick with heartbreak, before she turned on her heels and walked away.

    Kajal stared at the door as it slammed shut behind her. The silence that followed was deafening.

    She turned to Mamoni, her voice barely a breath.

    “I lost her, didn’t I?”

    In anger, Lata lashed out at Kajal.
    “Get out! Don’t ever come back!”

    The words cut deep. Kajal’s eyes filled with hurt, and without a reply, she walked away.

    Moments later, Lata’s rage faded. Regret hit her like a storm. What have I done? Her chest ached as she whispered, “Kajal…” Then, without a second thought, she rushed out to find her.

    To be continued…

  • Thread-17 Shadows of Guilt

    Thread-17 Shadows of Guilt

    Crying…

    Whose crying?

    Her eyelids tremble as she slowly opens them. A blinding white light stings her eyes. Faint shadows move in front of her.

    Where is she?

    Everything is hazy, her head throbs. Then, suddenly, the surroundings start to clear.

    A hospital?

    A white sheet covers her, a needle pricks her hand, and machines beep softly beside her.

    But that sound of crying…

    Yes, Manoni.

    Outside, a few voices whisper. Turning her head slightly, she sees two policemen standing by the door!

    Police? Why are they here?

    Her breath catches in her throat. A chill spreads through her spine. A strange fear creeps into her body.

    Something terrible has happened.

    For a moment, there is silence. And then…

    “Baba!!”

    Kajal screams.

    In an instant, her father rushes to her. His eyes are weary, red, filled with sorrow. He places a hand on her forehead but says nothing.

    Kajal tries to make sense of everything. Suddenly, Manoni pushes the door open and steps inside.

    Her eyes are red, her face cold and unyielding, as if she has finally lost all patience. She comes forward, without hesitation, without restraint—

    “Lata is in a coma. Ankur is no more. This all happened because of you, Kajal! Because of your one-sided love!”

    Something inside her collapses.

    She can’t breathe. A ringing sound fills her ears.

    Ankur… is no more?

    No! This isn’t possible!

    This must be a nightmare.

    Her throat is dry. Not a single word escapes her lips.

    Her hands and feet turn cold, as if her blood has frozen.

    Everything tilts around her… and one thought echoes in her mind—

    “Ankur… is no more…!”

    Kajal presses her hands over her mouth and starts sobbing.

    What has she done?

    How could she cause such a disaster?

    Lata, who had always been like a sister to her, is now standing at the edge of life and death.

    And Ankur?

    He will never return.

    No one will believe her. No one will forgive her.

    Her entire existence feels cursed now.

    Even she cannot forgive herself.

    She will have to carry this punishment for the rest of her life. This guilt will burn her every day, every moment.

    She does not belong here.

    With empty eyes, Kajal glances around one last time.

    And then, one day, without telling anyone, without caring about anything, she leaves for Delhi.

    Leaving behind a terrifying past. A dreadful truth.

    But can the truth ever truly be left behind?

    Two years have passed. Time has changed many things, but some wounds still remain unhealed.

    Kajal is now established in Bengaluru. She is walking the path of her dreams, working at a top IT company. From the outside, everything seems normal, but inside, a quiet pain lingers. She has deliberately kept her distance from Lata, believing that she has lost the right to stand before her.

    On the other hand, Lata is now truly happy. Though she has lost the memories of the past six years, she has rebuilt her life. She is now a successful fashion designer. There is an air of joy around her, yet deep within, she always feels an inexplicable emptiness, as if something is missing, something important that she has forgotten.

    Mamoni is still angry, but she never expresses it. She only watches Kajal from a distance, silently regretting everything. Maybe one day, things will be okay again.

    Finally, after two years, Kajal and Lata meet. On an unexpected evening.

    Lata had been trying repeatedly to contact Kajal, but Kajal had been avoiding her on purpose. Yet, Lata was not someone who would give up easily.

    The two friends stood before each other…

    The distance of time, old memories, guilt, everything created an overwhelming silence between them.

    To be continued…

  • Thread-16 The Fire of Humiliation

    Thread-16 The Fire of Humiliation

    Kajal stood frozen. The cold wind blew through her hair, but she couldn’t feel it.

    Below, Lata’s lifeless body lay, with a dark pool of blood forming beside her head. The blood slowly seeped through the cracks in the floor, like the last drops of life draining away.

    Mamoni was kneeling, cradling Lata’s head in her lap. Her body shook as she sobbed, her lips moving, but no words came..only gasps of pain.

    The rest of the house was in chaos, some screaming for help, others running for a doctor.

    But Kajal?

    Her world blurred. A loud, deafening sound kept echoing in her head- Thud!

    The sound of a falling body.

    Her hands still trembled. The same hands… that had pushed her.

    No…!

    She struggled to breathe, her chest felt like it was caving in.

    And then, the worst thing happened,

    Mamoni slowly raised her head and looked at her.

    That gaze…that gaze burned like fire.

    The same eyes that had once showered her with love, affection, and protection… now held only disbelief. Only hatred.

    No words, no accusations, just a hollow emptiness, as if Mamoni could no longer recognize her.

    The commotion around her became muffled. Someone was probably calling her name.

    But Kajal couldn’t hear anything.

    Only one thing echoed in her mind
    “What have I done?”

    A strange numbness took over her. Everything felt like a fog, the world around her slowly drifting away.

    Yet she stood still, staring at Lata’s blood-soaked body…

    And watching her life change in an instant.

    The room was silent, time stood still. Her father hurriedly placed the car keys in Kajal’s hands and said, “Take Lata to the hospital!” But just then, Mamoni stopped him. Her eyes were filled with rage, her face twisted with anger. She looked at Kajal as if she were a complete stranger.

    Her father stood in shock, unable to comprehend what was happening. But Mamoni knew. She knew everything!

    Lata was rushed to the hospital. Her body was lifeless, her clothes soaked in blood. The doctors didn’t give any hope. The air was heavy with fear and tension. Would Lata survive? No one knew.

    Meanwhile, Kajal stood alone. Her fingers intertwined, then loosened. Everything felt like a nightmare. A horrifying nightmare. The only thing that kept repeating in her mind
    “It’s my fault… It’s my fault…”

    Suddenly, she thought, Ankur! He had no idea!

    The person Lata loved the most didn’t even know she was fighting for her life. Kajal frantically pulled out her phone and dialed Ankur’s number. The phone rang… but no one answered.

    She tried again. No response.

    Kajal clenched her teeth. What kind of love is this? The one who doesn’t even know?

    Suddenly, she made a decision, she would go to him herself. She would tell him everything.

    And with that thought, she ran.

    Crossing the street, Kajal hurries forward. She calls again, but nothing changes this time either. Running, she reaches Ankur’s house and bangs on the door. No response from inside. She knocks again, harder this time.

    After a moment, the door opens.

    Ankur stands in front of her, his eyes red with sleep, hair disheveled, an unusual exhaustion hanging around his neck.

    But Kajal freezes.

    Something feels… off.

    Is Ankur really sleeping? Or… is it something else?

    The room behind him is dark, but a faint scent drifts out, familiar… painfully familiar…

    Kajal feels an uneasy weight settle in her chest. She doesn’t take another step forward.

    But what is the truth?

    The sky is shrouded in thick, dark clouds. Dust from the streets swirls in the light breeze, stinging her eyes. Everything around her feels hazy, but Kajal doesn’t stop.

    She doesn’t waste a single second. Without giving Ankur a chance to speak, she grabs his hand tightly. Cold, lifeless fingers. She clutches them and pulls him outside.

    Ankur still can’t comprehend what is happening. He is confused, dazed. But the moment Lata’s name flashes in his mind, something twists inside him. A fire rages in his chest. Darkness clouds his vision. In panic, he looks around, searching for a ray of hope somewhere.

    As soon as the car door opens, they both slip inside. Kajal takes the wheel, while Ankur collapses into the seat beside her. His hands tremble, his mind goes blank. Kajal knows that right now, he can’t drive.

    The car speeds through the silent night.

    Kajal thinks, this moment… how beautiful it is. If only it could last forever! Ankur beside her, their hands clasped together, eyes locked… every second feels like a dream.

    Suddenly, the road ahead blurs. A deafening sound echoes from the distance.

    A horn!

    A heavy vehicle rushes forward.

    Inside the car, an eerie silence hangs. And then, suddenly, everything freezes.

    A violent crash!

    The car jolts, the metallic screech shatters the air, and in an instant, everything turns upside down.

    Ankur’s body is flung to one side. Kajal’s head slams against the steering wheel. The sound of shattering glass, screeching tires, and thick smoke fills the air.

    The car lies motionless. No one is around.

    Only blood splattered on the road… two motionless bodies…

    And an unfinished story.

    Darkness engulfs everything. It feels like someone has thrown her into an endless void. She has no strength in her body, yet a distant sound of crying reaches her ears.

    To be continued…

  • Thread-15 A Broken Friendship

    Thread-15 A Broken Friendship

    Kajal started withdrawing into herself day by day. Seeing the relationship between Ankur and Lata increased the turmoil inside her. She did not want revenge, but the pain of losing was unbearable.

    To keep herself busy, she immersed herself more and more in her studies. But she couldn’t maintain her focus. Every day, she kept thinking—if she were more beautiful, if she were more attractive, would Ankur have liked her? These thoughts made her even more depressed.

    One day, she made a decision, she had to leave this place. If she stayed in this environment, she would lose herself. So, she went to her father and told him that she wanted to go to Delhi for higher studies. But her father did not agree. He always wanted Kajal to become a great lawyer-strong and talented, just like him.

    Kajal was completely shattered by her father’s decision. On one side, the pain of losing her first love, and on the other, the frustration of not being able to chase her dreams. Still, she tried to convince herself that everything would be okay. With time, all the pain would fade away.

    But one night… everything changed.

    All dreams, all plans were destroyed in an instant.

    That night, Lata found out that Kajal wanted to go to Delhi. At first, she was surprised, then she became angry.

    “You’re going to Delhi? And you weren’t even going to tell me?”

    Kajal replied in an indifferent tone—“Yes, I’m going.”

    Lata was shocked.

    “But why? What for? Haven’t I done enough for you?”

    Kajal didn’t respond, she just kept packing her bag.

    Lata, mixing anger with hurt, said—“Are you running away? What are you running from? Why are you leaving me behind?”

    Kajal turned her face away as if she didn’t want to hear anything.

    Lata stepped in front of her and said—“Look, Kajal, you are my closest friend. Tell me, why are you doing this?”

    Kajal said nothing. She walked towards the balcony. There were tears in her eyes, but her face showed no emotion.

    Lata couldn’t take it anymore; she grabbed Kajal from behind—

    “You can’t leave me like this!”

    Kajal didn’t speak. She seemed lost in some strange void.

    Lata, unable to hold back her emotions, said—“Fine! Don’t say anything! At least hug me! Just one tight hug, then do whatever you want!”

    Kajal slowly turned around. Seeing the tears in Lata’s eyes, she also broke down.

    They hugged each other tightly.

    But… something happened.

    The scent!

    A familiar fragrance reached Kajal’s nose.

    She had smelled this before… this was Ankur’s scent!

    How did this scent get onto Lata?

    How close had they gotten?

    Did they… kiss?

    As these thoughts flooded her mind, Kajal’s body went numb.

    Her brain stopped working.

    Her hands clenched, her breathing became heavy.

    Without realizing it, she pushed.

    Thud!

    Lata couldn’t understand what just happened.

    She only saw that Kajal had pushed her.

    Her hands tried to grab Kajal’s arms.

    “Kajal!” Lata screamed.

    But she couldn’t hold on.

    She fell…

    From the second floor.

    Into the deep darkness…

    When Kajal realized what she had done, her heart shattered.

    “Lata!!”

    Her scream shook the entire house.

    But… It was too late.

    Lata lay motionless below.

    Blood… blood was oozing from her head.

    “No, no, no! How did this happen?” Kajal stepped back, trembling.

    Mamoni rushed over and threw herself onto Lata—

    “My daughter!! My Lata!!”

    Her father quickly pulled out his phone to call the doctor.

    Everyone in the house ran towards them, there was chaos all around, but Kajal stood frozen.

    Her hands were shaking, her eyes were filled with tears, and her brain had stopped functioning.

    “How… How did this happen?”

    Her mind whispered—

    “I didn’t do it… I didn’t mean to… but… I did.”

    She couldn’t hear anything anymore. Everything around her seemed blurry. Lata’s breathing grew heavier.

    Mamoni, crying uncontrollably, said—

    “Why are you just standing there, Kajal? Do something!! Where’s the doctor?!”

    Kajal was mute.

    Had she really…?

    No, it couldn’t be…

    But she had seen it herself…

    She herself…

    Her hands still carried the scent.

    “Did I really do this…?”

    Amidst the noise around her, Kajal could only repeat one thing in her mind—

    “What have I done…”

    To be continued…

  • Thread-14 A Pause That Lasted Forever

    Thread-14 A Pause That Lasted Forever

    After Ankur’s confession, the entire world seemed to pause for a second. Lata stared at him, shocked, overwhelmed, a storm of emotions swirling inside her. Did she hear it right? Was this real?

    Ankur took a step closer.

    His eyes held a deep, soft expression, as if he could read every emotion in her heart. He had waited for this moment for so long, imagined it a thousand times, but today, today, Lata was finally standing right in front of him, closer to his heart than ever before.

    Hesitant at first, he slowly took both of Lata’s hands in his.

    “You never realized, did you?”

    Lata didn’t say a word. Her breath had grown heavier.

    “You’ve always been my best friend, my closest one. But you know what? I never saw you only as a friend.”

    Lata lowered her gaze.

    All these years, she had assumed she wasn’t Ankur’s type. That he only saw her as a friend. But how wrong she had been!

    “Remember our school days?” Ankur chuckled. “You always picked fights, got into trouble, and instead of saving me, you used to drag me into your mess! But you know what? I was always right there by your side.”

    Lata tried to recall those moments. Every little memory flashed before her eyes, she had never realized it before, but all this time, this boy had been protecting her in his own way.

    “You may not have noticed, but I was always looking out for you. If anyone ever tried to hurt you, I stepped in before you even knew. Because…”

    Ankur took a deep breath.

    “Because I love you, Lata. I always have.”

    Lata felt a lump in her throat. Those simple words shattered all the walls she had built inside her heart.

    And then, suddenly, Ankur placed his hands gently on her shoulders and slowly pulled her closer.

    Lata was stunned for a moment. But in the next second, it felt… right. This was meant to happen.

    She closed her eyes and allowed herself to feel the warmth of his embrace, as if, after waiting for so long, she had finally found her safest place.

    With her face buried in Ankur’s chest, all the storms, all the doubts, all the heartache melted away into that one deep, warm hug.

    Outside, a soft wind was blowing, and the colors of the sky were shifting slowly.

    But for them, time had stopped.

    They both knew, after today, nothing would ever change again. Because they had found their forever in each other’s hearts.

    To be continued…