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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?”



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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. 



May 06, 2016

Untitled Series XXXXXII



Part Fifty Two (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 and Part Fifty One.)


Being with Pallavi and treating her like someone special, as if she meant the world to him was getting a bit difficult to enact. But, he had to do it. He knew he had messed up by taking advantage of the situation and having sex with Pallavi and not only that he had made a bigger mess by calling out Mansi’s name in the end. Even in that euphoric state of orgasm he had known he had made a mistake.

If this is what he had to do to cover up the mistake, so be it. He was willing to do anything to set things straight; including ignore his primal desire of taking Pallavi to bed again. Offering to spend the day with Pallavi had worked out good so far; she had liked the way he paid attention to the little things, he knew she liked that he gave her importance.

It bothered him when he had to disconnect Mansi’s calls but he had to, for two reasons.
1.    He wanted Pallavi to feel that she was special
2.    By maintaining distance from Mansi he was making her restless.

Making Mansi restless was going to yield wonderful results, he knew.



May 02, 2016

NaPoWriMo 2016 - 22 to 30

Arti Honrao | 1:53 AM | | |

*trust*
22.4.16

trust -
when easily it comes
betrayal
will inevitably follow.

not everyone
will share your values
give them a stone
and they will throw it at you
you cannot complain, then -
for the hurt they cause you
you might help people
support them in bad times
that need not mean -
they will do the same for you
or even thank you
they might walk away
after they're done using you
and leave you with a feeling -
indescribable in words
something in between -
hurt and regret.

(c) Arti Honrao




*the truth*
23.4.16

learn to listen
to the words not spoken -
the in between the lines
that discloses the truth

learn to observe
the expression in the eyes
the body language
the silence that screams -
'listen to me"

learn to observe
observe to learn
let go of everything
that's meant to demean you

believe
in the truth -
that you are;
who you are meant to be
no matter what -
the others say.

(c) Arti Honrao




*through the pain*
24.4.16

breathe
she told herself -
suffering through excruciating pain
all she could do
was scream in pain
breathing
needed an extra effort
breathe
and it will be over soon
she reminded herself;
it took a while
but it was finally over
she took a deep breath
and closed her eyes
as he was pulled out of her
she heard a loud cry
and her own tears -
rolled out of her eyes
propped up on her elbows -
she saw him
and she smiled;
she ignored the blood-stained sheets
and she smiled
despite the lingering pain
she smiled
because she was born again
she smiled
because she was a mother


(c) Arti Honrao




*writer*
25.4.16

a writer lives
many lives of his own
as he creates characters
and breathes life into them

he cries
he laughs
he falls in love
and is betrayed
he goes through
every emotion
he's portrayed

he's a survivor
a fighter
he wins over wars
he loses his heart
he reminisces
about the past
he dreams
about the future

a writer
with a pen in hand
is a creator
of a world
parallel to reality
many selves of his
live and die
in that world

the world
where sometimes
the writer
wishes to stay forever
a world where
he has the power
to put an end
to sorrow whenever he wants
where lives
his perfect partner
whom he can love
the way he want

a world where
he is the creator
of extraordinary creation.

(c) Arti Honrao



*the affair*
26.4.16

every night
she lay in bed
watched the moon
and thought of him

every night
he lay in bed
after sex with his wife
satiated and exhausted

every morning
they texted each other
miss you
love you
want to be with you

they met
they kissed
they worked together
the world unaware
of their relationship
he unaware
of the storm
rising inside of her
she unaware
of the mess
she'd make of his life

each day at work
they were perfect partners
they found time
amidst their work schedule
to be together
sometimes in cigarette room
sometimes in rest room

every evening
they left office together
after they kissed
after they promised
to be together again -
the next day

he smiled
as he got into his car
and thought of his beautiful wife
she smiled
as she got into hers
and thought of how
his hands felt on her body

every evening
after office
they went home
unaware
of the hurricane
about to hit their lives
and destroy everything
in its path.

(c) Arti Honrao



*wishes*
27.4.16

moments
of happiness
joy
all around
a life
of dreams
a dream
fulfilled
a hand to hold
a heart that cares
this and more
my heart wishes for you

a bright future
successful life
health
and wealth
a beautiful home
loving family
may life
treat you well
and you succeed
in whatever you do
this and more
is my hope for you

the innocence
the child within
may it always be
a part of you
may you grow up
into a man who cares
an understanding soul
who loves and shares
this and more
i pray for you

today
and each day
thereafter.

(c) Arti Honrao




*survivor*
28.4.16

she was a survivor
it took years
for her to get rid
of that part of her life -
which gave her the nightmares
every night

she rose like a phoenix
from the ashes of her past
she fought hard
with the demons in her mind
people said she was crazy
that she had 'lost' it
'cannot blame her' -
they said
'especially after
what she has been through'
they sympathasized.
she ignored the comments
she did not need the sympathies
yes, she had suffered a lot-
and yes, she had nearly lost it
but she fought back
and she won
the serpent lay dead -
at her feet.

she was a survivor
she had destroyed -
the serpent of depression.

(c) Arti Honrao




*happily ever after*
29.4.16


a wrong sperm
met an egg
and it happened
it was a rainy day
when she was born
even the Gods cried
as she touched the earth
was it because
of her departure from heaven
or her arrival on earth
no one could tell
not even the angels
a few of them heard
Gods talking
about how good she was
how lively and charismatic
how she made them smile
and how they loved
playing with her
forgetting that they were Gods
and she was a human-
to-be-born
some angels doubted
she was one of them
but the Gods kept silent
no questions were asked
on the day she finally left

she wept
in a dark room
alone and scared
an angel hovered around
wondering why no one cared
she was hungry-
waited to be breast-fed
as her mother wept
cursing her fate
she grew up
on bottled milk
on less than half
her share in heaven
the angel watched
tears in eyes
as she grew up
uncared and unloved
the angel sat next to her
as she sat in a corner
watching her brothers eat
while she waited
for her turn
to satiate her hunger
she gulped down
whatever she got
she did not speak a word
she never complained
while the angel thought
about the full plate
the girl was served in heaven
as she grew up enough to learn
she was taught how to cook
while her brothers went to school
the angel reminisced of the time
Gods had taught her all they could
the angel watched silently
as she was married-
at a tender age of 12
to a man thrice her age
he watched as she screamed in pain
he watched as she struggled in vain
he watched as years later
the man impregnated her
with his seed
yet again, a wrong one
meeting the egg
the angel cried
tears of frustration
the helplessness suffocating
he pleaded
cried in front of Gods
save them both he cried out loud
and watched
as one of the Gods cried silently too
watching the tiny figure in His arms
a decision was made
and the angel sent back to earth
the girl got sick for no reason
and bled to death
and the angel carried her to heaven
where she and her unborn daughter
lived happily ever after...

(c) Arti Honrao




*who am i?*
30.4.16

who am i?
do you know me?
what do you see
when you look at me?
my smile?
or what's carefully concealed-
behind it?
when you look into my eyes
do you read the story in them?
do you try to understand-
what it means, sometimes
when i am lost in thoughts?
do you know-
anything about the journey i have taken?
anything about the choices-
i've had to make?
do you know the story-
behind the scars?
have you been a part-
of my nightmares?
woken up,
in the middle of the night?
sweating and scared?

if you know not;
absolutely anything -
about my path
about how i got to be-
where i am;
think for a hundred times-
and then some more
before you tell someone-
"i know that girl"

(c) Arti Honrao
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