Mahogany Letters E-Book

Chelsea Tripathi

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020

Beschreibung

When you are at a different place, you seek company of the old ones

Trying to replace

The strange sense of being nobody, being unknown

With a sense of familiarity.

You bring the flowers, that makes it feel same as past place

But sometimes a glimpse of somebody is enough

To bring the unchecked flood of emotions

Her Mahogany Letters...

The book is a short stories collection, picked and written around diverse subjects and feeling of delight, joy and bitter sweet emotions that phase of youth presents to you, while you go after pursuing your goals. 

Just like the silver lining behind every rainy cloud, promising a view of new horizon, each story in Mahogany Letters explores the desires and doubts of narrator; as new and old faces meet each other on daily basis like Ansh and Jasmine or after many years of interludes like Ayana and Varsha.

Hope you find a story to keep for rest of your life..

Leseprobe

Chelsea Tripathi

Mahogany Letters

A Short Stories Collection

I dedicate my stories to the wheel of time.. to my past, present and futureBookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 Munich

Preface

"There’s a difference between a plant you bring to your garden and a weed that grows in your lawn, though both makes you equally happy. Vibh."

(Lavender Valley)

The Anthill

Your love brought cure for something I didn’t know was still hurting;

With every face you made, I returned back from destiny less road

Diverging into woods, soaking humid patches of algal green

Bad of something should’ve known is worse than nothing

While making you an evil, I was being less of an angel you wanted me to be

The fingers locked in prayer were finally opening in grasps of someone I always wanted.

Paths still remain forlorn and livid as the moon less night

But there was calmness of the Pacific ocean wall on the Atlantic water

Neither giving in nor allowing the salinity of brack’ to erode out

***

Suddenly one fine day, you are ready to dive in the ocean of love, to feel the fabled waves, the mariners, boat drivers and surfers talked about. You don’t want to be an onlooker watching the waves hitting the shores anymore. The friends, the colleagues and even the remote acquaintances are posting pictures on social media, tagging their partners, before anything else, hashtag most important and hashtag love is running like a wild fire on every feed you receive. But you know, not everyone is hit by this tug and when I say not everyone I just mean my elder sister Eeva. She wants to be the best memer in India, even when her account is private.

In a country where population is always quoted as argument in every second high-school debate, she couldn’t find her type of followers. The problem started with a case she had heard of reported in her teens magazine which she had recently subscribed to. The column excerpt is quoted below:

A boy after breaking up with a girl, in spite of taking revenge, made a fake profile on a popular social media platform and started giving out her number to random guys. This led to her being traumatized by the incident and her incapacity to address the issue sooner with her parents led her to be grounded.

The men used to call on her number with a tone of familiarity and harassed to refund their money. Her elder brother intervened sensing something wrong with his sister to find out the accused boy, who was also deemed as the intelligent boy in her senior’s class to be the one causing the problem.

A complaint was issued with the local police, but seeking the reputation of the school and the boy’s great academic record, he was suspended from the school and the account was taken down...

Now this one report, made my sister turn her account privacy previously opted as public in haste to becoming popular to private. Also, she blocked the suspicious users from her account, which took almost two weeks of her times. Other users not knowing why the followers plummets also unfollowed her social media handle, decimating her soaring 2k family to now 820 only of which half were her friends from tuition, clusters and school mates.

“Eeva! Why did you post our picture on your meme page? ” my brother was irritated by her silliness again.

“Because it needs originality. My meme page is known for the originality.” She repeated her page’s bio for Ritvik again.

“I have told you hundred times, use some application like templates for the content instead you spooky negatives and prostrate overly saturated images of your life.”

“I also want to tell my friends what I’m doing. They are interested in my life too. You don’t understand, following more people than the number of followers you have.” “Take my advise cut off the extra people you follow, Rit.”

“Why you interested in my following? I want to have a diverse feed I create that.” “Oh, yes the perfect easy follow, that’s what you are. Blinded by idol image you don’t see efforts of people like us who are creating content, putting so much effort.” “She had started her social media influencer rant on Sunday morning. Great. You want to eat or not?” Rit asked me, trying to ignore Eeva. “I’m done, I’ll leave.” The weekend mornings be turned into popularity and dogmatic fights between these two people. Each one calling the other person inexperienced or superficial. The worse one I witnessed was when Ritvik called Eeva a hypocrite, to which her candid response was “You learnt that today. Didn’t you?” while laughing at him. This triggered the cat fight between them and only victim of that fight was Eeva with her face flushed red due to bruise. In fit of anger, she challenged Ritvik, “You think I’m dumb, fine then it’s 6 months and I will have 50k followers.” He chided her off.

Two days later, Rit came to me asking if I could find Eeva’s profile online. I searched in my feed, and I couldn’t. This was unexpected, I was receiving her feed until few days before. We both realised, probably she had blocked both of us. I was infuriated at her, and thus the cold silence crept between the siblings. Mom and Dad thought it was workload and study pressure, so they didn’t say much.

Like everything, this too has to come to an end, I had waited long enough for her to talk to me. But Eeva, not in mood anytime soon wouldn’t even glance at me. Aside from this, there was another change in the house. As I focussed more on Eeva, I came to know through one of her friends that she is spamming everyone’s comment section with weird requests. They’d thought initially, that she is making just one of those crazy remarks out of fun. But now, she had started posting the screenshots with her comments on her account. Many people have blocked her from their followers so she is raking the public followers of the people who are following her, and making comments then posting on her account. The big revelation above this knowledge was her account is not private anymore.

That day I observed her on dinner table, she had shed some weight. Her hairs were untidy, and she was shaking her feet anxiously. Ritvik saw me looking at her, and raised an eyebrow from across the table. We both were looking at her, but she seemed unaffected by the fact, her gaze lowered to the edge of white porcelain plate sitting on the table.

It has been 2 months since the last time, we three spoke. I went to Ritvik’s room after the dinner. “What happened to you at the table?” He asked me unswervingly. I told him everything I had come to know, when I ceased to talk my concern, he said he too had thought something like that might have happened. “But she is not stupid, Yam.” “She is not stupid, but she is being an idiot to delve on this topic for so long.”

We couldn’t decide what needs to be done. At night, we overheard her conversation on phone, and it seemed she was cussing and abusing the speaker on the other side. We heard something metallic being trashed to the floor and was reminded of the flower pot she had fondly purchased from the mart 2 years back on her birthday. This shouldn’t have happened. Ritvik, just unlatched the door and barged in to total darkness. There was no illumination inside her room.