Shayon's Labyrinth!

It’s been a while since i have been wanting to write some fiction. Talking about your real life is good. But then fiction is what makes your heart race, fiction is what allows you to hallucinate. Or should I say, fantasize? I know I am more of a narrator, than a story teller. So, I decided to share a little incident in my life that not many people really know of. And well, let’s not consider Sakshi in the list. She’s been around for a long while, now.

So, the story is from a time when the movie Dilwale Dulhaniya Le Jayenge was still a rage. It was from the time when Jurassic Park had just released and people were still reading books about Stegosaurus, Diplodocus and the T-Rex. I used to live in a hostel. The city was Kolkata. The year was 1995. And I was just a 10 year old kid.

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Incidents, Life, Past, School, Story

I may be able to speak the languages of human beings and even of angels,
but if I have no love, my speech is no more than a noisy gong or a clanging bell.
I may have the gift of inspired preaching,
I may have all knowledge and understand all secrets,
I may have all the faith needed to move mountains,
but if I have no love, I have nothing.

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I have a friend of mine, Tamanna, who was once in a relationship with Rajiv. Their affair was a pretty torrid one, and lasted for quite a while. However, Tamanna had always been looking for commitment, and Rajiv was in no position to give it to her. Rajiv had a set path for his career, and marriage never really figured in it. So, despite both of them loving each other with their hearts and souls, Tamanna did not have a choice but look elsewhere. So, they decided to call it quits, but remained friends.

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Demons, Ex, Friends, Life, Past, Relationships

My head bows low. To see you hurt. To feel you cry. To hear you scream. My head bows low. My head bows low. To read your woes. To remember your pains. To surrender to the fate. My head bows low. My head bows low. When you tell me how much you loved. When I [...]

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Darkness, Poetry

I cannot think well of a man who sports with any woman’s feelings; and there may often be a great deal more suffered than a stander-by can judge of. Jane Austen (1775 – 1817), Mansfield Park Such is the inconsistency of real love, that it is always awake to suspicion, however unreasonable; always requiring new [...]

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Quote

I was reading this post title “Sense of Satisfaction” by Uncle Jack, when an idea for a blog post formulated within my head. In the story that Uncle J told us, the concerned man was married himself, which brings out a completely different angle to it. However, what if the man wasn’t married, and that he did not have the disorder of leaking company secrets if lured by female company? What if, the man simply loved the idea of sharing the bed with multiple women, doesn’t matter whether at different times, or at the same time? Would the world still regard him as normal?

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Desire, Forbidden, Love, Sex, Society, Taboo