JustAnu

  The Best Couple Ever                - by Novoneel Chakraborty The best couple ever. Sounds romantic?  Look at the cover picture once, if you will.            The book is a thriller. well, the word Thriller is less for what it means to experience this book. The surprises you might get may leave you in awe!  The book traces the journey of how 3 friends, Adhik, Satyam and Parth are  destroyed with their lives and their relationships were racked. It was all planed. Buy why and by whom? The book is the answer to your curiosity. the quest of know what happened will grip you after reading the prologue itself. Kashvi,  Parth's wife is a social media influencer and the main goal of her life is flaunt off herself and fetch likes and comments and popularity and choose the husband to get the most pampering. she is less attached to Parth than her Social media following. Nihit enters her life and takes fu...

"Mommy, who lives in the big house adjacent to the play ground?" "I don't know in much detail,  but there lives a man, all by himself. " "Have you ever seen him, met him ? What kindof person he is? Is he a studious man? " Mommy gave me a questioned look. It was an indication that I have to reveal the details myself. I began. "Today, where we were playing at the playground, one of my friends hit the ball so hard that it went in that big mansion and got inside the room, crashing down the window." "So, you're you worried that you might not get the ball back? Will he be forgiving  enough not t o punish you kids  for breaking his window's glass ?" I gulped down. I hadn't even revealed the whole case when my Mommy started making assumptions which were no problem by any means, when looked from my point of view.  Cutting what she was about to say, I said   " I am worried as, to get the ball from inside, we broke the lock of...

BEING PRINCIPAL OF MY DREAM SCHOOL.      The first and the foremost think I’ll keep in mind will be the fact that the school would be working in an Autonomous fashion. I won’t like to bend down my ideas for the modifications and formulations that a government Thinks-WillBeCorrect-For-The-Students. Governments will change. Their policies will change. Their policies might be good for some state under some circumstances, but when it comes to my school, I’ll love to have my own guidelines and be an independent entity, and yes, have an Autonomous path to follow. We would evolve and keep enhancing, but at our own pace and at our own choice. I’ll be the one to be in-charge of all the problems my staff and my students face under me. Ill like to have the things running under my control and the idea of waiting for a third party’s approval who won’t understand the ground level issues, doesn’t sound convincing for me. How irresponsible it sounds if you are the head of a concerne...

 Hey,  I know you have deadlines, financial limits to match, a few friends to satisfy and maybe a few mouths to feed . Don't feel sorry if you were not able to make conversation with your beloved the way you wanted to have  just like the older days. Come on, that was just a few months or so, right ? It would have been disappointing at both the ends. Look, you have a few missed calls from the people demanding you time and complete attention and expect you to satisfy them, flawlessly. No honey, don't expect them to ask you if you feel fine or what did you sacrifice to be where you are today. In the world, it's results that matter, not efforts. That's unfortunate. You are stronger that this , right ? Don't worry , I know , you'll pass through this right away. There is glowing winter sunshine outside and as you wanted to completely focus on the blinding screen, (that's way too bright for your sensitive eyes !) You decided to shut the windows and door. Now you wo...

  I pushout the quilt above me, And glance at the stretch of sky, Its still dark and calm and cold With the moon shining in its solitude   I want to fly to the moon and back, I want to get out of the comfort latch, I want to fail and win (that’s rare), I want to listen to my heart beating fast.   What makes it so hard to fight, The mind working on wrong, and right? I will be wrong, more often than not, But that couldn’t be the reason to stop.   Why aim being comfortable, With all this time in our hands Let’s make something out of it, And cause a smile to land at somebody’s barren land.   Dream of a more colourful world, The night full of golden-glow impearled With all these thoughts, I pull on the quilt, Allowing myself to get curled within.

There is an old brown dusty chair that sits in the abandoned room upstairs. I didn’t figure out who does it belongs to yet we, the family who resides here on rental basis, are forbidden for using it. Mamma says that we must not enter the room, at any cost. Yet, I trespassed this boundary yesterday, when my dearest cat went upstairs, like she usually does. I didn’t ponder upon this fact as Cookie has her favorite place to sleep upstairs. But upon her no appearing back even after opening up of its favorite food (cats are very strong at detecting smell), a doubt arose. I waited for a few more minutes and when my expectations failed too, I decided to go upstairs and check. The forbidden room was at left, so I went forward and checked the room on the right side. “Cookie” I called out. No response. I called out again, twice, yet the result was just as the first time, that is no response again. I had the bowl of cat food in my hand, whose presence would have been hard to go unnoticed, given...

  "It’s been 20 days, 20 long days"  I thought. I hadn't had any significant venture out of my place. The yellow-painted wall of my study-room stared at me, maybe waiting for me to leave the place, leaving it alone. I had my major exams coming up and  it would have been  a sin if I left the room (which is an indirect measure of the break I took) for a long time. I had tried enough to keep my brain focused but everything has got its own limits, right? I stood up and text one of my friends with whom I had lost touch for some time or so. All I knew was, time won’t matter and once we began talking  or chatting and things would be just the same, as if we  have known each other since ages! I texted, asking for the time he would be available for a talk. Yep, I had to wait for response as its me who is spending monotonous day which if continued, could become unproductive. Task done! He agreed and we had almost 1hour long talk. He was so cheerful while talking! ...