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August 24, 2016

maybe..

Arti Honrao | 3:53 AM | | | |

i wish i could
just let go of them...
of the memories
that hold me back -
against my will.
i wish i could
crumple them into a ball
and throw them away -
into the wind,
to be taken far-off;
where my mind cannot reach.

i wish i could
stop myself -
from turning around
and looking at the past
deep into the darkness-
that i, somehow, came out of.
i wish i could
ignore the footprints -
of dragged feet;
evidence of -
unseen burden over the shoulder.


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July 26, 2016

Untitled Series - XXXXXV



Part Fifty Five (Read Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part SevenPart Eight | Part Nine | Part Ten | Part Eleven | Part Twelve | Part Thirteen | Part Fourteen | Part Fifteen | Part Sixteen | Part Seventeen | Part Eighteen | Part Nineteen | Part Twenty | Part Twenty One | Part Twenty Two | Part Twenty Three | Part Twenty Four | Part Twenty Five | Part Twenty Six | Part Twenty Seven |  Part Twenty Eight | Part Twenty NinePart Thirty | Part Thirty One | Part Thirty Two | Part Thirty Three | Part Thirty Four | Part Thirty Five | Part Thirty Six | Part Thirty Seven | Part Thirty Eight | Part Thirty Nine | Part Forty |Part Forty One | Part Forty Two | Part Forty Three | Part Forty Four | Part Forty Five | Part Forty Six | Part Forty Seven | Part Forty Eight | Part Forty Nine | Part Fifty | Part Fifty One | Part Fifty Two | Part Fifty Three and Part Fifty Four.)



















When Manish finally walked out of the apartment to get groceries he was smiling. He had not expected Pallavi to take the initiative and do what she had done. She had surprised him yet again. Of all the women he had so far he had never let anyone do what he had allowed her to do. He was not the ‘woman-on-top’ kind of man. At least not until now.

He was about to walk towards the parking lot to get into his car but then he changed his mind and continued walking straight. When he looked up towards the balcony he saw Pallavi waiting for him. She waved to him and he waved back. He could get used to this, he thought momentarily but then shook his head. He never frequented the grocery store; all the stuff was home delivered to him. He decided to take a walk in search of one. As he stepped out of the gate he pulled out his mobile from jeans pocket and dialled Mansi’s number. She answered almost immediately.



June 23, 2016

Untitled Series XXXXXIV



Part Fifty Four (Read Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part SevenPart Eight | Part Nine | Part Ten | Part Eleven | Part Twelve | Part Thirteen | Part Fourteen | Part Fifteen | Part Sixteen | Part Seventeen | Part Eighteen | Part Nineteen | Part Twenty | Part Twenty One | Part Twenty Two | Part Twenty Three | Part Twenty Four | Part Twenty Five | Part Twenty Six | Part Twenty Seven |  Part Twenty Eight | Part Twenty NinePart Thirty | Part Thirty One | Part Thirty Two | Part Thirty Three | Part Thirty Four | Part Thirty Five | Part Thirty Six | Part Thirty Seven | Part Thirty Eight | Part Thirty Nine | Part Forty |Part Forty One | Part Forty Two | Part Forty Three | Part Forty Four | Part Forty Five | Part Forty Six | Part Forty Seven | Part Forty Eight | Part Forty Nine | Part Fifty | Part Fifty One | Part Fifty Two and Fifty Three.)



















When Manish stepped out of the apartment he half expected to see Mansi in the corridor. Manish had not mentioned to Pallavi but he had been bothered when she had walked out of his apartment without telling him. How could she risk being seen by Mansi?

Pallavi had told Mansi that she would be visiting her parents therefore it did not make sense that she would go and meet with Mansi now. What if she had? What if spending time with Manish had messed up her head and she had decided to talk to Mansi about it? He could not afford Mansi knowing that he had kept her best friend in his apartment and had used her for his sexual release.

‘Sexual release’ was it all that there was to the time he had spent with Pallavi? A little voice inside his head asked. If yes, why did it seem more than that. Why had he bathed with her and scrubbed her back? Why was he out buying groceries and planning to cook for her?
‘Because I am trying to get into her good books’ he told himself; it did not sound convincing.
He jumped out of his skin when Pallavi called out to him, “You are still here! What’s wrong?”



June 08, 2016

And sometimes, when you fall, you fly.

Arti Honrao | 1:49 AM |


There has been no update on Straight from the Heart for quite some time. I know the readers are waiting for the next chapter of the Untitled Series. I have not written it yet. The regular readers of SFTH know that I publish as and when I write. I will be working on the next chapter in a day or two.

Let me tell you what I have been up to these past few days. Firstly, the heat in Mumbai is horrible, kind of discouraging for the writer in me. My other blog You Me & Stories where I publish one story per week (per two weeks for time being) has not been updated as well.
Apart from the heat, I have also been busy with the release of June Issue of my online magazine. I am not sure how many of you know/remember that I am the founder of Writer's Ezine.
Check out the June Issue here.

Published below is my Editor's Note in the magazine.





I begin this month’s Editor’s Note by thanking all those who supported Writer’s Ezine throughout; even when the decision to close it down was made. Simple words like “I will miss you” made a lot of difference. Without your best wishes I would have not been writing this editor’s note.


Sometimes, we reach a place that seems to be the dead-end. Nothing makes sense, nothing seems to work in our favour; everything and everyone seems to be standing up against us. We dread each new day that arrives, the depression is suffocating.

We are almost on the verge of giving up and then, at the right moment, a small voice from within asks us to hang on. The voice promises us that everything will be alright. The suffocation will end and we will be able to breathe again. It assures us that it is not the dead-end; it is just another hurdle in the road. Heed to that voice.

It is with the help of this voice that you would be able to stand up again, would be able to breathe and overcome the hurdle. It is this voice that would fill you with optimism; that will help you embark on an unknown journey with faith in your heart that some unseen force is working in your favour. This voice inside of you is what the Universe is willing to offer to you; you just need to be ready to accept it in your life.



May 11, 2016

Untitled Series XXXXXIII



Part Fifty Three (Read Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part SevenPart Eight | Part Nine | Part Ten | Part Eleven | Part Twelve | Part Thirteen | Part Fourteen | Part Fifteen | Part Sixteen | Part Seventeen | Part Eighteen | Part Nineteen | Part Twenty | Part Twenty One | Part Twenty Two | Part Twenty Three | Part Twenty Four | Part Twenty Five | Part Twenty Six | Part Twenty Seven |  Part Twenty Eight | Part Twenty NinePart Thirty | Part Thirty One | Part Thirty Two | Part Thirty Three | Part Thirty Four | Part Thirty Five | Part Thirty Six | Part Thirty Seven | Part Thirty Eight | Part Thirty Nine | Part Forty |Part Forty One | Part Forty Two | Part Forty Three | Part Forty Four | Part Forty Five | Part Forty Six | Part Forty Seven | Part Forty Eight | Part Forty Nine | Part Fifty | Part Fifty One and Part Fifty Two.)



















Pallavi woke up the next morning to the smell of breakfast wafting from the kitchen. She slid out of the bed and walked out of the bedroom. Manish was in the kitchen making breakfast. Pallavi stood a few steps away from the kitchen door, careful not to be spotted staring at Manish. She watched him as he made pancakes. Placing the cooked pancakes in the plate and then pouring the batter on the pan; she watched as he flipped the pancake and waited.
She was so engrossed staring at him, at the muscles of his bare back that she almost jumped out of her skin when Manish turned around.

“Good Morning” Manish said and smiled, aware that Pallavi was staring at his bare chest. He placed the plates on the dining table and put on his shirt, leaving the buttons open.
“I was planning on breakfast in bed. Hope you are hungry” Manish said and took his seat at the dining table. He waited for Pallavi to join him at the dining table but Pallavi did not move. Suddenly, she was conscious of the fact that she was wearing clothes that did not fit her properly and that she was not wearing a bra beneath the satin night-suit.

“I need to brush my teeth” Pallavi said and excused herself.
Back in the bedroom, she quickly changed into her own clothes and then brushed her teeth using her finger since she did not have a brush. Using Manish’s toothbrush somehow felt too intimate.
She could not stop herself from thinking about the perfect way in which the day had started. In her teens, she had always dreamt about this kind of set up. Waking up in a cosy bed, smelling breakfast and watching her husband as he worked in the kitchen. In her fantasy, she always kissed her husband who then picked her up in his arms and took her to the bedroom where they made love. The thought of it filled her heart with joy. And, just like that the jealousy for Mansi was back. She could have had the opportunity of making her dream come true; had it not been for Mansi, had Manish not set his eyes on Mansi before stepping into her life. Maybe then she could have had a chance at a normal life. 



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