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Years passed, but Aman remained an unfinished chapter in Ananya’s life. She tried moving on, immersing herself in her career as a journalist, traveling to distant towns, and writing about strangers’ stories. Yet, every article she penned seemed to whisper fragments of her own heartbreak.
Unbeknownst to her, Aman’s life wasn’t untouched by their parting. He had married the girl his family chose, but love never blossomed. He threw himself into his work, climbing corporate ladders but leaving his soul behind. His nights were filled with what-ifs and a guilt that gnawed at him.
One evening, while sifting through old files, Aman found a box he hadn’t opened in years. Inside were letters he had written to Ananya but never sent.
“Ananya,
I chose wrong. Every day, I hope the universe lets me cross paths with you once more, to tell you how much I regret my choices…”
He had poured his heart into those letters, but fear kept him from delivering them. He knew she deserved better than his half-hearted courage.( To be continued)
RAJAT CHANDRA SARMAH
GUWAHATI , ASSAM , INDIA
26/11/24
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Ananya stood by the window of her quiet apartment in Bengaluru, staring at the rain cascading down in silver streaks. The scent of wet earth seeped into the room, bringing back memories she thought she had buried long ago. Her fingers trembled as they traced the rim of her coffee cup. Rain always carried the whispers of her past.
Twelve years ago, life had been simpler yet vibrant. She was 24, filled with dreams, laughter, and love. Aman had walked into her life during the monsoon season, drenched and exasperated as he tried to fix a flat tire in front of her neighborhood café. She had chuckled at his plight, offering him an umbrella as rain splashed around his feet.
“You think I need this now?” Aman had grinned, his dimples deep enough to melt her heart.
That chance meeting turned into shared coffee dates, long conversations about books and dreams, and eventually, love. Aman’s charm wasn’t in grand gestures but in the way he noticed the little things: her obsession with lilies, her favorite ghazals, the way she chewed on her pencil while writing.
But love is seldom free from complications.
Aman’s family disapproved of their relationship. He was expected to marry someone from his community, a girl handpicked by his parents. Ananya was everything his family did not want—independent, outspoken, and unrelenting. She didn’t fit into their expectations, and Aman, torn between love and duty, chose silence when it mattered the most.
The silence broke her.
When Aman left without a word one rainy evening, the world she had built around him crumbled. The rain became her enemy, each drop a reminder of the life she could never have.( TO BE CONTINUED)
RAJAT CHANDRA SARMAH
GUWAHATI , ASSAM , INDIA
24/11/24
This is a work of fiction on investigative journalism , a thriller explaining the enormous courage of the journalist and the management to maintain the ethics of journalism and to bring the true story to the public. It needs a very high level of involvement and interety to create a headline . Lot of sacrifices , threat to the life at any moment , with all these , a true journalist collect information with most trying conditions and release to the people . no compromise on the ethics , management or political or other pressure did not work when the the journalist stake their life in search of news for correcting the wrong going on in the society.
In the heart of the busy metropolis, where the cacophony of car horns and the hustle of pedestrians merged into a symphony of urban life, the toiling people sweated unnoticed, with no one having time to look at them. All were busy, hurrying to destinations known only to themselves, traveling almost half the day to their workplaces and back, sacrificing family life in the process. Children grew up without the opportunity to consult with their parents, forging their paths alone, often guided by peers and the digital screens that replaced familial interactions.
Amidst this chaos stood a bastion of truth – the newsroom of The Chronicle. Here, dedicated journalists worked tirelessly to uncover and report the stories that mattered, shining a light on the issues that the city’s denizens faced, yet rarely had the time to articulate. The newsroom buzzed with the fervor of investigation and the quiet intensity of deadlines. Reporters, armed with notepads and cameras, ventured into the city’s nooks and crannies, determined to bring forth narratives that demanded attention.
The Chronicle’s newsroom thrived on the urgency of breaking news and the meticulous pursuit of truth. Veteran journalists mentored eager interns, sharing their wealth of experience and instilling a relentless dedication to the craft. Each story was a puzzle, a complex web of facts and narratives waiting to be untangled and presented to the public with clarity and precision.
The Chronicle served as the city’s conscience, a beacon of truth and integrity. Its reporters ventured into the city’s nooks and crannies, determined to bring forth narratives that demanded attention. They exposed the injustices faced by the common people, highlighted the struggles that went unnoticed, and celebrated the resilience of those who persevered against all odds.
But with each revelation came new obstacles and adversaries, each more formidable than the last. From shadowy figures lurking in the shadows to powerful interests determined to silence them, the reporters of The Chronicle found themselves facing threats from all sides.
Yet, undeterred by the dangers that lay ahead, they pressed on, driven by an unwavering commitment to uncover the truth and hold the powerful to account. For in the world of investigative journalism, where secrets lurked in the shadows and lies were whispered in the corridors of power, it was up to the brave souls of The Chronicle to shine a light on the darkness and expose the truth for all to see.
And so, as the sun set on the city skyline and the newsroom buzzed with anticipation, the stage was set for a tale of courage, perseverance, and the unyielding power of the human spirit. For in the face of adversity, the reporters of The Chronicle stood united in their quest for justice, ready to confront whatever challenges lay ahead and fight for the truth, no matter the cost.
SLIDE -26
Meghalaya , India
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At that moment, Arun recognized the universal bond that existed between fathers and their children—a bond defined by love, support, and the unspoken strength that often goes unnoticed. It reminded him of his own father, who had been his silent superhero, always there to guide him through life’s challenges.
As the workshop concluded, Arun felt a profound sense of fulfillment wash over him. He had created a space where stories could be shared, and connections could be forged. He realized that in sharing his journey, he had not only honored his father’s legacy but had also inspired others to celebrate their own relationships.
Years later, Arun stood before a canvas, the early morning sun filtering through his studio window. He felt a familiar warmth envelop him, a gentle reminder of the love that had always been his foundation. Today marked another milestone—his first solo exhibition in a prestigious gallery, an event he had worked tirelessly to prepare for.
As he finalised the last touches on his paintings, he couldn’t help but reflect on how far he had come. Each stroke of the brush felt like a tribute to his father, to the silent strength that had been a guiding force throughout his life.
The night of the exhibition was magical. Surrounded by friends, fellow artists, and members of the community, Arun felt a rush of gratitude. His heart swelled with joy as he shared his journey and the stories behind his work, each piece an embodiment of love, sacrifice, and resilience.
As he stepped back from the crowd for a moment, he caught sight of his father, standing proudly in the corner, his eyes shining with unshed tears. The sight made Arun’s heart swell, and he made his way through the crowd to reach him.
“Dad,” he said, voice thick with emotion. “Thank you for everything. I owe all of this to you.”
His father enveloped him in a warm embrace, their connection palpable and profound. “No, Arun. You did this all on your own. I simply believed in you.”
In that moment, Arun understood that the silent strength of fathers often lies not in grand gestures but in the unwavering support they provide—an enduring love that shapes us, encourages us to chase our dreams, and ultimately becomes a part of our very essence.
As the evening wore on, Arun felt a deep sense of fulfillment wash over him. Surrounded by those he loved and who loved him in return, he realized that the legacy of his father lived on through him, woven into every stroke of his brush, every story shared, and every heart touched by his art.
The exhibition became a celebration not just of Arun’s work but of the silent strength of fathers everywhere—those who love quietly, support relentlessly, and inspire through their unwavering belief in their children. It was a reminder that even in silence, love speaks volumes, and in that silence, fathers forge legacies that last for generations.
As the night came to a close, Arun looked out over the gallery, filled with warmth and gratitude. He felt a renewed sense of purpose, knowing that his journey was just beginning and that the lessons learned from his father would continue to guide him as he painted the next chapter of his life.( END)
RAJAT CHANDRA SARMAH
GUWAHATI , ASSAM , INDIA
20/11/24
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THANKS YOU BLUE STAR
