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Story of a Young Lady


The sky was slowly becoming darker. The evening was turning into night and the young lady was waiting. The wind started blowing; there are was no one around. Her curvaceous body became conspicuous in the rain. She was a wearing a red saree. She was waiting for someone. Her drenched body was looking irresistible that night.  After 1 hour, she was found dead. She was waiting for someone I guess. What is her story?

Her name was Nandini. She was the most vibrant girl in her college. She is bit talkative; she is intelligent and loves to fly without wings. She loves winter.

That day Nandini was alone. Suddenly, someone gave her a letter. I love you Nandini- Julia. Yes, the letter was actually written by her girl friend Julia. They were in love. They courted for 3 long years but Julia decided to get married to a guy.

Nandini’s life broke into pieces. She was shattered and finally she was admitted to a rehabilitation centre. The story of her doesn’t end here. She came out of the situation within a year. She became normal but her love for Julia was still alive. She wrote many letters to her but got no replies. Suddenly her life took a new turn. She met Rohit. They became friends and finally they got married.

The story of Nandini can’t be so simple. Yes, Nandini met Julia once again and their love for each other revived. They started meeting each other and finally Rohit caught them one day. Three lives were destroyed.


After one year…Julia committed suicide and Rohit got remarried. Where is Nandini?

The sky was slowly becoming darker. The evening was turning into night. She was waiting. The wind started blowing; there are was no one around. Her curvaceous body became conspicuous in the rain. Her drenched body was looking irresistible that night. She was wearing a red colored saree. She was waiting for someone. After 1 hour, she was found dead. The lady was a sex worker who got killed by a truck. She is not Nandini. Where is she then?

Help me to find her. Where is she? Please do reply. The perfect ending will be published in my next post with due credits.

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21 comments:

  1. If she was found dead and her name is nandini, then obviously nandini is dead. How come she wasn't the one who died if she was found dead.

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  2. And somebody did come, he was handsome, charming. He was no less than a prince. Captivating smile. He was Rahul. They drove back to Rahul's place. The two sat amd met Rahul's parents.

    They discussed their marriage plans. Rahul was Rohit and Nandini's common friend. Everyone were smiling, showing their acceptance. Rahul took Nandini to show his house. Big, elegant, sculptures dated back to some BCs. It was no less than a mansion.

    Rahul showed her his room. On the wall was huge painting. The painting depicted a young lady, there are was no one around. Her curvaceous body looked conspicuous in the rain. She was a wearing a red sari. She was waiting for someone. Her drenched body was looking irresistible in the painting. She was waiting for someone seems.

    "Nandini" , "Nandini", "Nandini, get up otherwise you will get late for the interview!!!"

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  3. Beautiful story Karan...Let's wait for some more replies :)

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  4. Anonymous7:38 AM

    Rohit started running desperately, not knowing where he was going. He had seen the corpse on the ground and had immediately thought it was Nandini’s. He knew he would be the first to be suspected …the police would think he had paid the truck driver to run over- whom he thought was - his first wife’s lover. Rohit kept running away and he vanished in this dark starless night. Nobody ever saw him again.

    The sky was slowly becoming brighter. The rain was turning into snow. She was writing. The wind started blowing; there was no one around. Her aging body became younger in her chair. Despite her age, she was looking irresistible . She was wearing a red coloured sari. She had not been waiting for winter in vain … her pen had laid off, all her limbs had become numb with rewarded grief. She had eventually written the last page of her book just in time … as if the last line she had scribbled down had taken her last breath away.
    The next day, a relative came for a visit and found all her pages piled up onto her desk:
    Julia: an angel with no wings. by Nandini

    It was now snowing again, and this winter night was bleeding with stars…

    (French visitor)

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  5. Goosebumps....wow!

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  6. Anonymous7:51 AM

    Hey!
    I find this collective writing concept a great idea.
    Poetry and short stories are actually what I like best :-)

    Glad I came accross your blog... it's a pleasure to read you

    (French visitor)

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  7. There cannot be any other perfect ending than this one. I can visualize the whole thing so clearly. My search for Nandini is over. I got it. I am blessed to have someone like you visiting my blog and reading my write ups and poems. Dear French visitor, keep visiting my space. It feels great:)

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  8. Anonymous5:24 AM

    Glad I could contribute...
    I think opening and sharing your work with others from all over the world is a very generous - though risky- idea !
    Writing is so often a never-ending story of instrospection, I find it very refreshing and enjoyable to be able to enter someone's else world of words.

    Keep writing ... should you open another door, it's likely I might be tempted to get in again ;-)

    (French visitor)

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  9. Anonymous7:38 AM

    Nandini must me looking for Julia's husband.....as no other is left alive or alone in story.Pallav; Nandini will be found in Julia's husband house.

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  10. Dear French Reader

    Sharing is sexy. Doors are always open for someone who believes in my poetry. I am open to anybody who can caress me with words. Contribute here and be a part of my world

    Blessings

    Pallav

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  11. I am going to wait for the ending ... let me know when you type it

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  12. Hey Pallav,
    Beautifully written. You have built the suspense so well. I like your style of writing. Kudos and let me know what the ending is.

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  13. Anonymous1:43 AM

    [talking about mistakes .. just realized I confused the characters' marital status... sorry ...here's the end with the latest corrections]

    Rohit started running desperately, not knowing where he was going. He had seen the corpse on the ground and had immediately thought it was Nandini’s. He knew he would be the first to be suspected …the police would think he had paid a truck driver to run over- whom he thought was - his first wife and last love. Rohit kept running away and he vanished in this dark starless night. Nobody ever saw him again.

    The sky was slowly becoming brighter. The rain was turning into snow. She was writing. The wind started blowing; there was no one around. Her aging body became younger in her chair. Despite her age, she was looking irresistible . She was wearing a red coloured sari. She had not been waiting for winter in vain … her pen had laid off, all her limbs had become numb with rewarded grief. She had eventually written the last page of her book just in time … as if the last line she had scribbled down had taken her last breath away.
    The next day, a relative came for a visit and found all her pages piled up onto her desk:
    Julia: an angel with no wings. by Nandini

    It was now snowing again, and this winter night was bleeding with stars…

    (French visitor)

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  14. Thanks Milana for your generous appreciation.

    @French visitor...You're such an imaginative mistake maker. I appreciate your write up. Keep visiting :)

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  15. Nice concept! Excellent build up... but lacks the punching end.

    Now tell us when you finish this story!

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  16. A week later they found another corpse clad in a red chiffon sari, seemed to have been killed by a truck in the other end of the city.
    The investigators found some common link but before they could reach the criminal, another similar corpse turned up.


    They followed the clues and finally managed to corner the man behind the henious crimes, Raj , the widower of Julia.


    In the court his lawyer pleaded insanity and so was he insane. There was no refusal, he had left behind too many clues.


    A little investigation revealed his story, he was madly in love with Julia when he married her. Julia's selfish love for Nandini was not a secret from him but he hoped someday she will return his love. But that day never came. Julia continued to meet Nandini even after Rohit caught them. Raj was obsessed with Julia and one fateful night when he returned home, he found the two lovers in his house. He could not bear it , pushed her from the stairs in anger and she was killed. He had never wanted to kill her, but Nandini died. Raj dug a shallow grave behind their house and buried her but Julia could not take the pain of losing her only love. She ran out in the streets. "She was a wearing a red sari. She was waiting for someone. Her drenched body was looking irresistible that night. After 1 hour, she was found dead."
    The street people saw her running towards the truck.She committed suicide. Raj was only a few moments away from her. He could save his beloved Julia.... He tried to save her again and again.. He called the prostitutes out in the streets in the red sari, planned to murder them yet tried to save them, but he could not.

    He could have never saved his Julia. And Nandini?You will find her resting in a shallow grave behind Julia's house. May the lovers rest in peace..

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  17. Thanks Shankha....

    The end is definitely going to be different. It's coming soon :)

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  18. @The curious mind...Goosebumps! Simply wonderful :)

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  19. Thanks Pallav...

    its good you opened the doors to your story...its always nice to share...rather sexy as you said....u dont know where u will lead to eventually....moving towards the unknown....hope to see the ending soon... and do write some more incomplete ones so we may get to explore again

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  20. An incomplete story that urges every writer to pen down some of his unique tots:-) this is simply great cause it's the place where u can get different perceptions meeting up:-)
    eagerly waitin for your climax:-)
    -nivi

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