Storiesoftvb

    On a Monday night, everyone in the house was sailing deep into the ocean of sleep. But, I was not doing the same. I was stranded back on the shore waiting for by boat to arrive soon. In the meanwhile, when I was lying on my bed, gazing at the roof, I felt something strange around me. The air around me grew thicker over time, making it difficult for me to breathe. There was also this foul smell coming from outside of my room. When I stood up from my bed, I was surprised to find my grandpa missing from his bed. I could see a light from the living room through the cleave on my door. When I opened the door, I was thrilled to see the mess that was waiting for me. There was a flame burning in the middle of the living room and I could see my family lying down with tied hands and taped mouth. I went near my brother to wake him, who was lying close to me. I didn’t realise that the real nightmare awaits ahead. As I went near him, I saw his slit throat. It was spine-tingling to ...

The next day…       It was the final day at the college. The final project viva was about to begin in a few minutes. The students were waiting outside the seminar hall, dressed professionally. Their faces were filled with apprehension and handsful of papers and reports.      ‘Hey, where is Ram?’ Abi asked the group of boys standing near a wooden desk placed in front of the faculty room.      ‘Uh, what?’ they returned all at once.      ‘Ram. Where is he?’ she asked aloud.      ‘His room was closed. It was locked outside,’ said Siva. One among the boys.      ‘Hey, I saw him at the mess this morning,’ said another.      ‘Why don’t you try calling him?’ he added to his words.      When Abi picked her mobile, she heard a voice from behind. It was a familiar voice that brought a smile of relief to her face. It was Ram. He was walking as slow as a tu...

     It was a Monday night, the day which most of us hate to see in our life. The man of this story is a typical bachelor doing his Mechanical Engineering degree. The hostel was busy with students buzzing hither and thither. But this time, it was different. They were roaming around the hostel, in and out of their rooms with laptops and books in their hands. Preparing for the following day. It was their final project viva and the students were busy doing their reports and other stuff. Like all the students, Ram was also busy preparing his project report for the next day. But, apart from this, they were also preparing for something special. Which will happen only once a year. Yes, it was their farewell celebration. All of them were waiting for the clock to hit midnight. They were counting the final 20 seconds before the celebration. Ten, nine, eight, seven, six…. Three, two, one. The boys started shouting all at once and started with their celebration for the night. Right f...

     “So, you were in love,” asked the man sitting in front of me. He was short but quite muscular. He looked like he was from the early 20 th century in his vintage American beard. Despite being muscular, his pumpkin sized belly made him look like a Humpty dumpty with a beard. He was dressed formally like an advocate. A milk-white shirt with black neckwear, which was hanging up to his pumpkin belly, he wore black pant which was as dark as human eyes with a pair of well-polished shoes.      “Were you in love?” he asked again, pointing his pen towards me.      How could he judge this as love? Did I tell him anything about her? I hate this attitude of judging someone.      “I didn’t tell you that it was love,” I said, thudding the table with my fists.      “Apologies. Please continue with your story,” said the man.      I leaned forward to reach to his face and said, “I am done for today. Co...

     On a sunny Monday morning, I was sitting in a place where I never wanted to. It was the place where scholars and students meet to exchange what they have inside their heads. The class was humungous with huge doors and windows with more than a dozen desks. I was seated on one of those which was placed near the window. It was the place where I used to sit for the past three years. Beside me, was a tall, skinny guy with specs seated. I noticed his new hairstyle which resembled the one I had seen in a famous game from Rockstar. I greeted him with a compliment for his new hairstyle earlier this morning when he came to class. Rithick was a man of brands. Whatever he wore, eat, and drink will carry an expensive branding along with it. He was the one who was accompanying me since the first day of college. Mine was a typical Indian engineering classroom filled with people who topped their board exams and had been struggling to qualify after getting into college. The instituti...

    On a terrible evening, where the sky was filled with burning clouds of moisture. The sky lost its beauty of blues and turned sad and dark. I was standing in a place filled with a dozen idiots running here and there to fill their filthy greed filled minds and unsatisfied and never-ending hunger. I was in the middle of a dark blackish grey colour road, holding a face mask on my left hand. In the meanwhile, my right hand was pestering my pockets. The noise from the surrounding started fucking up my mind like a full-fledged psychotic thriller film. Being, already fucked, my mind was ready to bear the bangs from my surroundings. I was dressed in a costume in which all 99 per cent of the people my age would wear. As the proverb says, “Face is the index of mind”, my face replicated my mind being fucked up brutally. A few moments later, it somehow managed to escape the hardcore session and suggested me a marvellous idea. Even a kid in their early teens would’ve said that the ...

    On a rainy evening, I was walking alongside the pavement with my milk-white AirPods plugged into my ears. It was drizzling and a mild wind was rubbing my hair with its cold fingers. I was listening to some acoustics from my favourite playlist. The road was busy with buzzing people and noisy vehicles. I was wearing a green T-Shirt and blue track pants, a bracelet on my right wrist to add some more manliness to my attire. Fortunately, the AirPods muted all the noises from the buzzing world around me. I was walking in my own world, a more beautiful one. I was smiling and I was happy. I was going out to see a person. Most probably, it might be a date, but might not. I was excited as well as afraid. Happy as well as sad. I usually call it a dangerous situation. I hate being in both extremes. I hate being happy as well as being sad. I prefer being inert so that none could predict your inner core. I was thinking that is it good being happy? Right now? Usual thoughts filled w...