Short-story
Bibek’s visit at his friend’s bungalow
Chaitanyamoi Chetia
St. Joseph’s High School, Moranhat
It was springtime, and the flowers were in full bloom. Bibek’s annual examination came to an end, and he was now free from worries and anxieties: like other days, he need not have to cling to books now. He requested his mother to go to a beautiful place nearby, but his mother replied in the negative. She told him that a few months ago, they took him to Chabua, a small tea city in upper Assam. Though he did not give much heed to his mother’s sayings all the time, he nodded, showing he is listening.
One fact made him feel proud when he was told that Academy Award Actress Julie Christie was born in Chabua in India when it was under British rule. His father had the habit of saying this.
One morning, Bibek visited his best friend, Samit’s bungalow during the springtime for a day’s stay. Flowers were in full bloom in the front garden. Honey bees were buzzing here and there; butterflies were also seen flying everywhere; their presence had made the flower garden more beautiful. Seeing the bees, Bibek wondered in his mind, is there a beehive at home! He stood amid the full bloom flowers, and gazing at the honeybees coming to collect nectar and pollens from every flower made him feel ecstatic.
Samit asked him to come to the front veranda to drink a glass of milk and snacks. While leaving the flower garden, the bees were moving in the swarm. Bibek thought of annoying the busy bees by spraying the hand sanitizer he had in his pocket; he sprayed and immediately ran towards the veranda steps. As soon as he sat down, he cried out in pain.
Samit was shocked and shouted, “What happened!”
He did not receive any reply as Bibek was in deep pain. Samit looked down and saw a bee was falling on to the floor. He understood that a bee must have stung Bibek.
Samit was clueless about what to do. However, without delaying, he fetched some ice cubes and applied them on the sting sites of the hand. Rubbing the ice cubes made him feel relaxed. Samit told Bibek to relax for a while in his bed.
That afternoon Samit was reading a newspaper, and he saw that a new movie has released. He quickly came near Bibek and discussed if they should watch the movie in the cinema hall. Bibek replied in the affirmative. After a few hours, Samit asked his mother to tell the chauffeur to take both of them outside.
Samit’s mother happily replied, “Of course, go and enjoy.”
The car came. They took their rear seat and set out. The car moved on through the alley of the lush green tea garden. Samit asked the chauffeur to take the car fast as the movie was going to start soon. They finally reached on time. But Samit’s mother did not know where they were going, as the movie was not meant for kids and was full of violence.
It was sunset, and the movie ended. Samit was in deep thought about the course of the movie. The chauffeur was about to accelerate the speed of the car; just then, Samit suddenly asked the chauffeur to stop the vehicle. The chauffeur and Bibek were shocked. The chauffeur, having heard the order, instantly stopped the car with a short break.
“What happened?” the chauffeur asked.
“I want to drive the car myself,” replied Samit.
The chauffeur explained that he is a small boy and ineligible.
Samit angrily replied, “It’s my order; just give me the key and go to the rear seat, or else I would send you out of the car.”
Now the chauffeur was deeply confused and perplexed as to what to do. As he had been thinking about all these things, Samit opened the door, pushed him out of the car, locked the doors and started driving.
Bibek pointed for not driving the car.
Samit said, “Bibek, driving is fun; you do not worry.”
“But if your parents happened to know that you are driving on the high way, they will surely punish you,” replied Bibek.
Samit replied happily, “How will they know? If you think that the chauffeur would report or complain about it, then forget about it, he will not, for he feared my parents very much.”
Bibek thought deeply about what to do now. After a few seconds, he got an idea. He took his mobile and copied the chauffeur’s phone number written on the rear glass of the car. He quickly messaged the chauffeur.
Samit accelerated the car’s speed. Bibek’s heartbeat increased with fear, lest Samit might dash the car somewhere. But the chauffeur had been running and following the car, and due to the rush of numerous vehicles on the highway, he could not hear the alarming tone of the message.
Bibek had been noticing that the chauffeur was following them. Now he gave a missed call to the chauffeur, and thankfully, the chauffeur opened his mobile and checked and read out the message. The message read thus: “I am Bibek, Samit’s friend. You do what I am saying. You take your phone near to your ear for a minute. I am sure Samit will stop the car.”
The chauffeur was pretty confused, but he took his phone near his ear. And now Bibek quickly shouted near Samit’s ear, “Samit look, the chauffeur is making a call through his phone to your parents.” Samit stopped the car immediately; he looked from the rear-view mirror. The chauffeur acted as if he were seriously making a call.
Samit tensely said, “Are you sure? Is he making a call to my parents?”
“Yes, he is making the call to your parents,” replied Bibek.
Samit quickly opened the car window and shouted to the chauffeur, “Chauffeur uncle, please do not make a call. You can drive the car now.”
The chauffeur was confused that Samit ceased to drive the car; he quickly ran to the car and reached the car’s steering. Samit descended and went to the rear seat and requested the chauffeur not to tell these things to his parents.
The chauffeur added, “Ok, but you have to promise me that you will not drive any car until you get your driving licence.”
Samit said that he just wanted to drive like the man in the movie. But now, he promised the chauffeur that he would drive only after he would get the driving license.
Bibek and Samit entered the bungalow and gossiped about the adventurous evening, and went to bed to sleep after taking their dinner together well that night. They went to bed to sleep and they concluded that they would never go to a cinema hall to watch adult movies.
In the morning, they took their breakfast; Bibek was now ready to go home. He said, “You are my friend, and you shall remain my friend forever.”
Finally, Bibek commented, “In our next vacation, we shall watch Julie Christie’s acting in the popular film, Dr Zhivago.”
He continued, “I was told that it was a novel by Boris Pasternak and that this novel was made into a film which was released in the 1960s and 1970s of the last century.”
They both hugged each other. Samit called out, “Chauffeur uncle, take my friend safely in the car and drop him at his home.”
The gatekeeper opened the gate. Bibek entered inside the car, and the car went away slowly through the alley of the green tea bushes.
Short-story
Fury of Tomato
Advika Bhatnagar
Shikshantar School, Gurugram
Grade 3
Alice, a nine-year-old boy, lived in the countryside of Tinseltown with his Granny. He was a stubborn and edgy child. He liked to eat whatever he wanted and didn’t care much about Granny’s words. This made the old lady very sad.
“Granny, Granny, hunger pangs! I want pizza and chocolate ice cream for dinner,” said Alice
“Wait, child, I’m making delicious chicken soup, healthy multigrain bread, and a fresh salad,” answered Granny.
Alice got angry when he saw salad on the dining table. He yelled, “Again, cucumber, bell pepper, carrot, and tomato. Is that what I will eat? “No, no, no, never, not at all. No dinner tonight.” Granny got worried and left the house to get his favourite food.
Alice was all alone. In anger, he picked up the tomato and threw it at the wall. The red pulp of the tomato almost covered the mid-wall. He was shocked to see the pulp turning into a monster.
“Ha, Ha, Ha, you stubborn boy. Every day I see you trouble your Granny for food. When you hit me against the wall today, I felt hurt. I will teach you a lesson. I am the new king of vegetables. I rule the meals,” said the tomato monster. And then the monster followed him everywhere in the room.
Alice was so scared that he was running in different directions. Sitting under the table, he quietly prayed, “Oh God, please save me from this deadly monster.”
Alice rushed to his Granny’s room, wears her hat and robe. He picks up the embroidered, favourite napkin of the Granny and moves slowly towards the wall. He wipes the tomato pulp, and the monster disappears right away.
Alice gets the lesson of his life to value all food. He vows to take care of Granny, as her belongings protect him. When she was back, he hugged her and said, “I love you so much. I will eat whatever you cook for me.”
The writer attended Takhte Writers & Publishers’ Story Writing Writeshop at Kalasthali, Gurugram.
Photo Courtesy – Andre Taissin (xRUJcUTEp6Y) Unsplash
Short-story
#Anecdotes of India@75
India, an enigmatic and epochal country, has an unparalleled and flourishing cultural legacy, which we are proud to represent. It is steadfast and unyielding, and it will never be lost to future generations. This year marks the 75th anniversary of India’s independence.
Writers are synonymous with bringing about a renaissance, whether literary or social; they function as negotiators to mediate the country’s social and cultural difficulties and, at times, become reformists. They have a legendary imagination, a distinct voice, flawless creative control of wordplay, and the ability to represent reality.
Takhte Writers & Publishers in collaboration with StoryMirror launch the literary contest ‘Anecdotes of India@75′
‘Anecdotes of India@75’ acknowledge the unacknowledged. It could be a person or an incident adding to national ethos, and you as a writer feel that others should know about it. So, start thinking, exploring and writing it in a stimulating story.
Rules:
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- There is no participation fee.
Categories: Story
Languages: English, Hindi
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Submission phase – May 29, 2022, to June 28, 2022
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Short-story
Twisha and Alex on Moon
Reyaansh Bhardwaj
Scottish High International School
Gurugram
Grade 4
Alex was in his science lab carrying out his usual experiments. But, this time, he had thought of making a robot, which he wanted to gift to King Andrew during his birthday celebration. At that moment, Twisha came into the lab with Oreo.
Twisha, a year younger than Alex, is a sweet, pretty and short-tempered cousin. She asked Alex about his new experiment and shared her thoughts about going to the Moon.
Alex said, “Wow! Moon. I know you always wanted to go there. However, right now, going to the moon is more like a dream as we do not have a spacecraft. One day, I will take you to the moon”.
“One day! Seriously Alex. It doesn’t seem that near now. I surely want to go now,” said Twisha.
“Oh, Twisha! Don’t lose heart. I just remembered that Dr Peter is a Rocket scientist. He lives in the U.S.A, and I’ll talk to him about it,” said Alex.
Twisha replied, “Don’t make it tough. I will take you there.”
Alex was wonderstruck and astonished and teased her, “You are not a scientist. Are you a magician? HA HA HA HA HA HA.”
Twisha frowned. Seeing her annoyed, Alex said, “Ok, ok, so when are we going? How are we going? For how long are we going? What are we taking along?
Oreo heard the word going. He whined as if he should not be forgotten in their plans.
Twisha replied, “So many questions in one go. Bro, relax. We’ll go after two days on the full moon night.“
Twisha patted Oreo and said, “My Lil pup, I’m sorry you can’t go this time, but I’ll treat you with your favourite bone and peanut butter.”
As planned, on the full moon night, they both go on the terrace; Twisha asks Alex to lie down on the spread carpet. It was attractive, multicoloured with stars on it
Alex gets grumpy, “Are you serious. Is this your plan? Just lying down, and we’ll reach the Moon.”
“Have patience, this carpet has magical powers, and it will take us to the moon,” said Twisha. Her mind is burdened and overworking how to calm Alex and end his curiosity. Then, as in a trance-like state, she can take him and bring him back quickly.
Twisha picks up the crystal ball and asks him to focus on it and take deep breaths.
In no time, Alex exclaims, “Wowww! We have finally landed. It’s giant. Twisha, you know other names of Moon, its Luna, Selena or say Artemis. Moon is the only natural satellite of our planet and the second brightest object in the sky after the sun. Any object on the Moon will weigh six times less than on Earth. It rests on the tallest mountain, the Mons Huygens. Twisha, you would have read too, that Neil Armstrong was the first person to set foot on the Moon.”
Alex, for hours, kept gaping and looking around in awe. He is surprised that Twisha has not spoken and asks her, “Hey! Why are you not saying anything? You also know so much. So you should share your learnings.”
Twisha giggles and pats Alex’s shoulder, “Hey, Bro, how are you doing? I think you completely enjoyed your visit to the Moon.” Alex rubbed his eyes and looked at her with his mouth open.
Photo Courtesy – aron-visuals-unsplash
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