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,
This day started early as I think I fell asleep at 10 last night…!
I’m writing this at 7:10 in the morning…
I spent entirety of the day outside,
After waking up and making a post yesterday morning bere,
I freshened up and went to my workplace to give a bundle of material to hardening,
And before returning home I made my first trip to buy essentials like ghee and at home I had brunch…!
After that I went out to buy munchies and other kitchen essentials from Dmart near our residence…
On returning home and taking another shower, it was three by now…!
I got ready and went to Chawri bazaar for getting the card made;
We walked to metro and reached Chawri bazaar within 20 minutes…!
The wait on the yellow line was oh so much…!
And after walking another 10 minutes because we got off on the wrong exit we reached this shop that was in such a secluded spot I thought we were going to get lost there…!
A street leading to another smaller one and another one leading to another…!
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After giving them the format that we wanted,
We waited and waited..!
After getting no answer because the person who had to type wasn’t free;
We decided that we will send them the pdf on our own and decided to return back home…!
On our way back we decided to stop for pista badam milk which is famous in old Delhi;
The name of the shop is
Sudarshan Refreshment Centre…
They also sell Kachori
The small compartment that has kachori above and sabzi in the box below…!
And on returning from the shop,
I stopped by the Shri Gujrat Namkeen Bhadaar…!
And bought some kaju both with pepper and plain salted…!
Along with some thepla and fafda
The fafda in question 😂Side view of the shop…!
Before coming back home,
We decided to buy some burgers for people back home from jumbo king burgers at Rajiv chowk…!
And after waiting for it to get ready and sipping on our sprite;
My sister and I talked about things like her suits and dresses,
And on taking the burgers,
We walked to the blue lines that led to our station and we got on the metro…!
We decided to check out a Salon to get a basic idea of the rates of bridal makeup and they gave us a slip of 20k for bridal and additional 3k for each person that wanted to get their’s done…!
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And we came out of the salon with a laughter on our face thinking it would be in the range of 10 maybe 15k range..!
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So we will look for some more…!
What a day it was…!!!!
Coming back to the prompt…!
Aspects that make us unique…
If I’m asked this question,
I’d answer this by saying that,
thethought process
and
the behaviour
That guides us to arrive at a conclusion works to make us unique…!
If you have a corrupted thought process,
Everything goes down from that place,
Because it forces you to pick negative and bad thoughts more and after a point of time you feel forced to act upon them…!
—
And when that happens the behaviour reflects what goes on in the mind,
To all of the world…!
On the contrary,
If you have a better managed thought process,
A balance of both leaning towards good side more;
—
It reflects in the behavior and the people outside can see it too…!
My answer would be a correct mindset with a positive thinking process,
Along with that a behavior that reflects the same…!
Describe a phase in life that was difficult to say goodbye to.
Hey…
I hope all of you are doing well…!
It feels after a long time a prompt has come that I haven’t answered, and I’m all in for making this one a good read also to explore an avenue in my life that I suppressed…!
A view into my life first, I’ve been looking for banquets each day after work and I’ve decided on two who are near the gurudwara which makes the travel easier and other programmes seamlessly connect with each other…!
Well both of them are far from our home because we don’t have a banquet near our home…!
So a lot of time has went into considering a good place and getting more out of our money…!
Other than that,
Work is going well,
Because we are working each day and exploring new avenues and way to achieve the goals that we desire…!
Coming back to the prompt
A phase which was difficult to say goodbye to
It isn’t easier to let go of things that made an impact in our lives isn’t it…?
But,
There are certain things that make them all worth your while and leave an everlasting impression on you…!
Well losing someone who’s close to our hearts would be the first one…!
A female dog birthed two kids and passed away right infront of our house;
We took in her kids and within a span of few weeks both of them passed away as they were very little and weren’t able to get their mothers feed which was very important for their growth and their first few weeks here on earth…!
We tried to get another female dog that also birthed a litter of puppies a few kilometres away but she rejected them and tried to bite them when we let them within her litter…
On the offset that she might run away from her kids we brought them to our home and tried our best to save them—
But fate had something else planned…!
(Khair…)
Another one would be parting away from someone who we thought were the love of our life…!
Imagine you building your life around someone and they give up on you because their family planned something else or they found a more viable partner…?
Something that breaks you from the very core and a mere sense of trust that you had breaks and shatters, making you lose yourself…!
Well I hope it doesn’t happen with anyone else ever again…!
I think,
The things that happen around us shape us in a way that we were meant to have a grab of—
I don’t mean passing away of a loved one is something that is good or builds character;
But,
It gives you a chance to see into the life by letting you see who is a real one and who was in just to leech off of you…!
Who stands with you when time isn’t working with you…!
And who all move away from you or face away when you get the short end of the stick…!
Let’s not forget that all of us have to taste the sweet embrace of death once in our life and we won’t be here to witness what it feels like…!
Keep those who are near to you near and tell them you love them…!
If you could permanently ban a word from general usage, which one would it be? Why?
Hey…
I hope all of you are doing well…!
Another already answered prompt forcing me to cut short my answer and get into one of my saved posts or getting into my notes app to find something worthy of your time…!
Well an answer for the prompt would be something like this…!
I wouldn’t necessarily ban a word because I’m not in a position to do that,
But,
what I’d like to happen is to do away with the dual meaning of words that happen after another generation picks it up…!
For example the word
Cooked,
Meant that the “food was ready” but these days it means something else entirely…!
These days in slang it means “to be in big trouble or exhausted”
This duality has ruined a lot of words like
Slay
Glaze
Bet
Tea
The list goes on and on…!
I would do away with this duality because it’s hard for me to search for the meaning behind the slangs all the time…!
One of my posts underneath ⏬
You only see what you want!
Don’t you…?
No…
Sometimes,
They only show what they want to be seen as, and they’re so good at it, you come to know this later…!
They aren’t even a speck of what they act, like their behaviour and their actions can be the polar opposite of what they are with someone else…
Glad I came and distanced myself, or rather, I’m glad things came up and brought distance between us…
Now that I sit back and see, I cannot agree more with those pointing fingers at you because of who you are, rather, what sort of a person you are…
I’m glad and breathe in peace, That, There won’t be any fingers pointed at me, for the fact that I am still in contact with you…!
(P.s. I might have been in contact with you once, but, all of our connections are long gone,
And I have not a single speck of regret for that…!)
There are a lot of things that I had to do today, one of them being looking for banquets for my sister’s wedding function…!
And let me tell you this,
The prices are outrageous, even if we have a programme for lunch they are quoting 3.5 to 4 lakhs for a programme that lasts 6 hours—
10:30 am to 4:30 pm…!
I’ve been dead tired spending my evening from these past few weeks searching one or two banquets each day…!
Things that you have to do when you don’t have a father figure in your life…! 🤷
Well it would have been a better support and something of a confidence booster but,
There are something that you have to do on your own and life pushes you to do them too…!
Coming back to the prompt
An advice to my teenage self…!
Spend as much time as you can with your parents and grandparents because they aren’t going to be in your life much longer…!
And no matter how much the difference comes in within your thinking and theirs, you can nod your head and continue to work on things that you like, things that you love…!
Even if this won’t give you money or earning in the short run it will help you get experience and a way to live this life better…!
They won’t be available for all the time so just enjoy their company and the time that you can spend with them…!
Maybe ask them about their childhood;
How were they brought up and what they used to do…!
You’ll for sure hear some tales that you can tell your kids someday and if you’re fortunate enough you can get your kids to hear them from them directly…!
Well not in my case but it can be possible in yours…!
Well don’t forget about telling your younger self about buying bitcoin in bulk and keeping it until 2026…!
Remember the last advice and this is a last moment update(🙏🏻)
I don’t know how to tell you this but being consistent on this app has made me come to terms with the fact that most of the prompts are recycled…!
This prompt was answered by me back in 2025 somewhere in the month of February…!
I really got bored of the thing that I have to recycle,
Well not recycle but sell you the same prompt yet again which I think hurts my creative front because of a promise I made to myself before I began writing…!
So instead of the prompt you get one of my write ups today too,
But it will be disguised in the form of prompt to give all of this a push that it definitely needs…!!!
Eyes of children who never forget…
There linger some feelings, Some emotions unspoken of;
Some words with-held, Not brought to these lips, To keep those dear to us near…
Whom we considered our own, Once pure, Now they won’t stay with us, Those known faces became unknown…
They call our eyes droopy, A face that seems off, Hasn’t witnessed a shread of happiness in years, Dark circles that grow day by day, And the light of the eyes that diminishes as each day pass…!
The eyes, Those eyes never forget…
Unkept hair, A bunch of facial hair that grows haphazardly; Those dead-fish eyes that scare everyone, And staring into them feels like a slipping slope;
Once you fell into them—surrounded by darkness you feel, With no clue what hurt them or continues to, they walk away from you without a care in this world…
A sense of relief is seen in them when they indulge in their vice, A line of pure white, A pill with a happy face, A tab or two, Or a bottle that’s waiting to be emptied;
When the white of the eyes turn red, Bloodshot— Only then, In a sense of euphoria, A sliver of smile comes on the face…
On rare occasions we wish, These vices weren’t the only thing that made us smile, Made us feel— More human,
But;
As the buzz wears off, We are back to our self, Our usual miserable selves…
With those eyes, We stare, With a sense that tries to find a meaning in everything;
A thought comes to our mind, Here we are— “Here we are still alive…”
Waakiye 