Trigger Warning: This piece contains graphic violence, murder, references to child abuse, and disturbing themes including body disposal and psychological trauma.
The drive back felt longer.
He didn’t speak.
Neither did I.
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But I could feel it—
the questions building inside him.
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At home, I told him to wash.
“Get rid of everything.” the illegal act of justice that happened from his hand, and the memory of what he saw too…!
He nodded and walked in.
Like a man who wasn’t fully there anymore.
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My phone rang.
I picked it up, accidentally it went on speaker, and a voice barked something that I didn’t want him to hear—
“Are we back on business, boss?” But he did;
A pause. Then these words left my mouth, “For the time being.”
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I ended the call.
And went to get him clothes.
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When I returned— he was different.
Shaking. Lost.
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“Who are you…?” he asked.
Not loudly.
Not accusing.
Just… broken.
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I didn’t answer.
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He ate. Barely.
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And after a while— he slept.
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The next morning— he remembered nothing.
Just fragments. Blood. Rain.
A face he couldn’t place.
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But me? I remembered everything.
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And that was the problem.
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Because this life— the one I thought I left behind—
Trigger Warning: This piece contains graphic violence, murder, references to child abuse, and disturbing themes including body disposal and psychological trauma.
The smell hit before the place did.
Then the sound.
Pigs Everywhere, as far as these Eyes could look;
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We stopped near a dimly lit office.
“Stay in the car,” I told him.
He didn’t argue, or utter even a single world…!
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He was waiting outside. Mr. D.
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I walked up to him.
Didn’t say much.
Didn’t need to.
A look was enough, A gesture was enough to jog his memory and made him realise our connection…!
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His eyes shifted toward the car.
Toward Ravi.
Then back to me.
For a moment—
he smiled.
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A slow nod.
Accepting the deal.
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“Remember this,” he said quietly, “you came to me in need of help…”
Trigger Warning: This piece contains graphic violence, murder, references to child abuse, and disturbing themes including body disposal and psychological trauma.
“Give me the knife.”
He didn’t hesitate.
His hands trembled as he passed it to me— as if he didn’t trust himself with it anymore.
I looked at him, then at the body.
And then, I looked around.
“Listen to me carefully,” I said, “we don’t have much time.”
He nodded. Not because he understood— but because he needed someone who did.
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We didn’t speak much after that.
I told him what to do and he followed.
We placed the body inside a bag from my car.
He hesitated at first… but fear is a strong motivator.
Stronger than guilt.
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And then—
Rain.
Out of nowhere.
As if the night itself wanted to help.
It washed away the footprints, the tyre marks…
everything.
For a moment— it felt like we might actually get away with it.
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The drive was silent.
Too silent.
He kept looking at me, like he was seeing me for the first time.
Trigger Warning: This piece contains graphic violence, murder, references to child abuse, and disturbing themes including body disposal and psychological trauma.
It was a lone night, I was travelling all alone and before I could reach home, I got a call from my friend…!
It felt like either his life was in danger… or he had taken someone’s;
G0d knows what it was, but fear was resonating clearly from his voice—
Ravi— “I did it bhai… I found that man and I did what I had to…”
Me— “What are you talking about Ravi…?”
Ravi— “The same man… the one who brutally assaulted and k1lled that little girl from our vicinity—”
I cut him off.
The connection was poor. I told him to move somewhere open.
But my mind… it had already started running in all directions.
Ravi— “I found him… and as soon as I got a chance, I pounced on him… A fight broke out…”
“What happened next… Ravi?”
Ravi— “I knew he’d overpower me… so I took out the knife I kept on my waist… in case I ever needed it…”
My thoughts went to the worst place.
A brief pause…
“I had to, Waakiye… I had to do it…”
“She called me her brother… I watched her grow up… and I—”
He stopped.
I think her face came in front of him.
“Is he alive…?” I asked.
Ravi— “He was… gasping for air… when I opened his neck…”
“I watched him suffer… just like she would have…”
Silence.
“Where are you…?” I asked. “Send me your location.”
“Okay…”
The call ended.
A few seconds later—— I heard a ping on my phone;
Just a few minutes away.
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I drove there. And I saw him.
Sitting cross-legged… right next to the body.
Staring at the blood-soaked sand beneath him.
“Ravi…?” No response.
“Ravi…!” Nothing.
“RAVI…!” On the third call—he moved.
He rushed toward me, collapsed onto me… and broke.
Tears; Shaking hands; A voice that didn’t belong to the man I knew.
“I just wanted to scare him… but it… it became this…”
“I had to k1ll him…”
“He would have escaped… hurt someone else…”
As I looked into his eyes— and then at the lifeless one behind him—
Only one thought came to my mind— I have to save him.
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“Give me the knife.”
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[END PART 1]
A story that expands beyond years and decades of built relationships,
Well we can say yesterday ended late around three in the morning…!
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I was up with a thought in my mind and it happened to be a scene that I wanted to write and before I could look up it was three in the morning so I decided to work on it the next day,
Well in this concept today;
🥲
Other than that,
Yesterday was a mid one,
Low footfall due to it being a Sunday;
But I started processing some of the material that I prepared to give myself a head start…!
And the same happened till the end of the day…!
This day is a packed one too,
We have to get the cards and boxes from old Delhi and come back and pack them and start distributing them the same week…!
Another hectic Monday it will be,
Which I will come to realise later in the evening…!
Coming back to the prompt
Best/worst pet animals…!
There is a huge difference between a good and a bad pet;
But,
Let me tell you in the beginning,
Your pets reflect you(the owner) and the type of environment that they grow up in…!
If you’re somewhat of an aggressive person,
The same will be reflected in your pet and its behaviour…!
And a cool and composed nature is reflected in the same way…!
These are a few animals that I tend to on the daily and they are fun and loving ones,
Except the cats,
They are not that close enough that I can pet them for any longer than a few seconds…!
To be honest to you,
I don’t have a say in what sort of pets one keeps,
But,
If your pet is detached from the wild life and it tamed to be near humans through means that would be illegal that is something I cannot stand…!
I’ve seen people carry tiger cubs,
Cheetahs too,
Snakes those huge and massive ones which can constrict you and take your life…!
If the condition is genuine,
Like they suffer from a life illness or some other kind of illness that makes their survival impossible,
In that case I’ve see non profits keeping giraffes and rhinos too;
But,
I think Those don’t count as pets..!
But I hope they do get the love of one…!
If the case is genuine,
I would draw my line at dogs, cats, species of rodents)
I’ve seen people keep fishes, birds and some species of reptiles..!
Let’s not forget the horses which were a trusted partner once…!
The above is where I think it ends,
But we haven’t come across arachnids or your typical insects like beetles—-
If we go on exploring the horizon expands further…!
Doesn’t it…?
But anything that isn’t a part of the above, I consider a bad pet…!
If you could have something named after you, what would it be?
Hey…
I hope all of you are doing well…!
It was a slow day yesterday at work,
A job that took the whole day but by the end of the day it was ready;
Which I will have to give to harderning today on my day off…!
It’s 8:18 and my day is packed to the brim…!
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I have to go on shop for necessities like fruits and veggies,
Biscuits and other munchies,
Ghee and some seed oil for home…!
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Other than that I have to go and make some edits to the cards and get them printed in a day or two;
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Try and get a look at what we are going to give my sister in gold;
Maybe a necklace or two;
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And after that;
Plan my entire evening getting information about catering, tents and internal decor for haldi, mehandi and ladies sangeet ceremony…!
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Packed to the brim,
Am I not…?
Coming back to the prompt…
Something named after me…!
I’d love it if a concept or a phenomenon would be called Waakiye;
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Something that stays in theory and often crosses into the practical world;
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I’d love if it meant to be in a mental state of feeling that signifies being in a comfortable position,
Something like open to all the wellness and filtering out all the negativity…
I’d never want it to be a building or a road or a venue—
Because I’ve seen the type of hatred people have towards the way things are named and people move to change it ever so often…!
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So,
Having a venue named after me and later changed just because a politician thinks that my name rings of a religious belief that are different from theirs;
It would be a shame to my name and my legacy if something was named once by the masses and then changed because they don’t feel I resonate with them…!
But if the name stays as a concept or a feeling;
It’s destined to stay even if I’m not…
Cheers 🥂
Love Waakiye 🤍
A squirrel that we rescued…!
I hope you do remember,
The same young dog that was carrying the pigeons that we recently rescued was chasing this baby squirrel and we rescued it from under a car that it sat patiently waiting for us…!
And after keeping it for a few days,
As it escaped from the box a few times and eating a healthy amount of seeds and drinking enough water it was ready for the free world…!
So my sister released it in the evening and it went up the tree,
Never to be found again today…!
We named him
Gillu or गिल्लू
The first few words of the hindi word
गिलहरी which directly translates to squirrel
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A close shotOur pet, Mithu curiously looking at what we brought in this time🤨
I just came back from a bird hospital that exists nearby;
Guess what we rescued…!
A little baby pigeon
One of the street dogs, who’s timid and almost a year old was carrying it in its mouth like it won a prize;
After showing the street dog a treat;
Greed overcame and dropped it from the mouth and ran for it in the other direction;
After grabbing the pigeon with my hands I brought it into my home,
Grabbed my sister and took it to the bird hospital that is situated on the east park road, Karol Bagh, New Delhi…
After getting an initial assessment and being made aware of its weakened state;
The lack of hydration and food turned out to be the culprit…!
After dropping it off and driving back home it’s almost 9 and most of my morning walk time was almost over…!
🥲🥲🥲
Coming back to the prompt
Something I wish I could do more everyday…!
I think you already know the answer but I’d like to add a few things;
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Like having more hours each day;
But something like that wouldn’t be possible and it would be a chaos on its own and its repercussions on all other things that happen during the day…;
I wish I could be of more help to those who are in need,
Not animals per se,
But,
Helping other fellow humans who are in need and aren’t fortunate enough….!
I wish to tend to this garden that is on my terrace with my own hand which I do on my days off,
But on the regular,
I water them on the alternate days only…!
At the end,
I’d like to be closer to my own self and have enough time to write and pen things which help me in the long run by giving me perspective on life and all of its avenues…!
In Crux I’d like to be a but more selfless,
And focus outward that gives me more things to think and do…!
What about you…?
What is it that you want to do more of each day…?
Cheers 🥂
Love Waakiye 🤍
Another rescue that was dropped by another kind human waiting for its turn…!
I love people who help those who cannot speak and tell about their pains and suffering through words…!
This day started at 6:43 for me as I forgot to put my tab, laptop, phones and power banks on charging and I spent doing my morning routine of freshening up while putting all of my devices on charge and then I decided to follow my routine of morning walks…!
It’s currently 7:16 in the morning and I’m blessed to have woken up to live another day…!
I really want to tell you all something…;
After talking about how I cope with my negetive feelings in yesterday’s prompt,
I began to be considerate towards the things I mentioned in it with care and much attention,
Like how much they saved my life instead of thinking they were just a part of this life..!
And,
I genuinely felt happy after a long time,
Thinking about how grateful I was for this life…!
I say that because a few people,
Genuine people who are a great part of my life told me that I seem happy and I should keep on doing what I did…
And to my astonishment I don’t know what it was until I started to think about this as I’m writing…!
A sense of security came with that thought and how i acknowledged the things which helped me get through my sad times…!
Coming back to the prompt
Most confident person I know…
I think all of us are confident enough at some aspect of our life—
Imagine thinking about
A Small Business Owner or
A Music Producer or
A CEO of a large MNC
Or
A Singer,
Or a Writer
(Just like you and me…)
All of them are in a position that requires a high level of confidence and certainty in their skill…
Do you think any of this would’ve been possible without taking risks and trusting ourselves with our initial abilities and skills—
on top of that having confidence to start everything of which we once possessed a figment of…!?
And now that all of us are in a position above others,
I look back at my past and think,
What was it that started all of this…?
Was it the love for the language,?
Or
Was it a need to talk to someone when there was none…?
Or
Was it a blessing that I earned from my teachers back in high school for being attentive enough in my English classes…!
Only fate knows what it has planned ahead for it all…
But,
If you look at it from a third person’s point of view,
Imagine someone who thinks you have a good prowess of the language English;
And for them,
You are a big source of confidence and they might take a good skill from you if they are around you…!
Even if it’s not your first, second—
maybe the third language…!
But the fact that you can talk and write in a language that they lack at;
They might look at you like you are the epitome of confidence and someone they aspire to be like…!
And,
If we are in your shoes,
Maybe you work in corporate world,
And
There is a boss that you look upto,
Who you want to be like;
You like how they carry themselves,
When they talk it feels like a free flow of information that is easy to grab…!
And when they speak to you in a quiet setting it feels like a personal win,
Even shadowing someone like that feels you are gaining some momentum from them which makes you feel that you can reach their level someday…!
And if you get into that bosses shoes,
They might have someone they look upto for something that gives them a chance to grow even more…
Now,
Consider yourself in that child’s shoes,
That employee’s shoes or that boss’s shoes…!
When looked up from their pov,
There is something that we have to learn from each of them;
It’s the matter of perspective when it comes to confidence and a confident person…!
A crook might look upto the underboss to learn skills and his confidence to execute someone or do things that are illegal with such ease that it might feel unbelievable…!
No matter where you look,
There’s something to learn and someone to look upto,
Someone to be like,
Someone’s confidence becomes a bar that one wants to cross…!
Unknown to the fact that there might be someone looking up to them and want to be like…!
Waakiye 