Recent generation gap stretched like a chasm, a seemingly insurmountable distance between the fiery passion of youth and the weathered wisdom of age. Yet, it was in the crucible of adversity that the raw metal of naivety was tempered into the steel of maturity in the long run.
Life's journey was a winding path, littered with the shattered remnants of shattered dreams and the scars of hard-won lessons. But it was in the gentle whisper of divine guidance that the lost traveler found solace, a beacon of hope to navigate the treacherous landscape of life's trials and tribulations One continues to learn and gain experiences, but should remain vigilant to avoid regrettable experiences that may haunt them in their short life. Vicky tried to avoid his neighbor, a young lady who constantly gazed at him with lustful eyes, but he failed to understand her intentions. She had a charming way of manipulating young men, unaware of the dire consequences of her desires. Vicky began to feel strange sensations when he saw her, but she seemed so kind and altruistic that he didn't suspect her motives. One night, she feigned illness and asked for his help to visit a doctor. Though he was kind, he was unaware of her true intentions. She asked him to accompany her to another city, but he refused. They went to the clinic, and she received treatment. The next morning, she was fine but continued to try to manipulate Vicky. He was confident that she was a married woman with a fulfilling life, but her husband was away, and she had many opportunities to interact with Vicky. Despite Vicky's avoidance, she would often seek his help and spend time with him. As time passed, he realised something was amiss and became more cautious. She would offer him food and compliments, saying, "You're a lovely and handsome boy," trying to charm him. "It's a trap!" Vicky talked to himself. Vicky remained vigilant. Meanwhile, Vicky lacked guidance at home to temper his involvement with the lascivious lady. One day, as dark clouds gathered, Vicky sat in her parlour, playing with her daughter. She asked him to go upstairs, closed the door, and followed him, citing the approaching storm. As he turned to leave, she embraced him, attempting to kiss him and caress his muscular body with unbridled passion. Vicky, frightened, tried to break free, but she begged him to hold her tight and press his body against hers. Overwhelmed, Vicky didn't know how to react. Just then, her daughter cried out and ran upstairs, distracting her mother. Vicky seized the moment to escape, his heart racing with newfound emotions. Though she promised to return, Vicky hastily departed, his heart still pounding. Outside, the rain poured down, and thunder roared, but Vicky ignored her plea to stay, seeking refuge from the turmoil within. Vicky's eyes fluttered closed, but his mind refused to surrender to sleep, his all efforts went wasted. The day's events replayed like a tantalizing dream, his senses still reeling from the encounter. He felt the whisper of her breath on his skin, the gentle yield of her body, and the unbridled longing that lingered. His inummerable thoughts tangled in the sheets, unable to escape the memories of their entwined forms. He tossed off the covers, seeking solace in the night air, but all in vain. His feet carried him on autopilot, his mind still lost in the thrall of their touch. Even the familiar rhythms of play failed to dismentle the obsession, his movements mechanical as his thoughts remained captive to the sensation of her redolent company. "Oh God help me!" Vicky cried in egony of pain. Vicky longed to relive those moments, but his fear and resolve to resist her charms held him back. Vicky struggled to control his emotions, determined not to surrender to her desires again. "I won't go there anymore," he vowed to himself. "I'll avoid her next time, no matter what." Though his heart still yearned to return, he suppressed his wild passions and pushed aside the tempting thoughts. After a day of turmoil, Vicky finally began to think more clearly, his reason prevailing over his emotions, After several days, the lady began to feel Vicky's absence and missed his company. She attempted to call him, inviting him to spend time with her and her daughter, but Vicky ignored her calls. His newfound distance was astonishing to her, but she persisted in pursuing him. Meanwhile, Vicky received a call from his college friend, Jess, who wanted to discuss some innovative ideas. Jess, the only son of his parents, had a proposal to start an institution offering computer short courses. Vicky shared his plan with Vicky, unaware that this new venture would lead Vicky down a challenging path. As Vicky became more aware of his surroundings, he began to navigate his life with a newfound sense of purpose. Jess offered Vicky a small project to work on together, with the promise of sharing the profits. Vicky, in need of resources to fund his studies and personal aspirations, decided to embark on this joint venture with Jess. Little did he know that this partnership would bring its own set of trials and tribulations,"I wish I had my own business!" Jess exclaimed. Since the start of the academic session, Jess had been bursting with enthusiasm to launch his personal business venture. He used to exchange different proposals with his friend Vicky. He dreamed of establishing a computer institute in the nearby town and shared his vision with him. And Vicky also expressed his willingness. Jess revealed that he had a flat near his residence, ideal for housing the institute, and proposed that they start a computer training center together, with their classmate Sara. Sara, of the same age, often spent time with the two friends, and while Vicky saw her as just a friend, Jess harbored emotional feelings for her. After careful planning, they decided on a range of short computer courses, including hardware techniques, and created an admission form and leaflet outlining the details, duration, and f*e structure. Leveraging their computer science background and expertise in programming languages and operating sy
"You are too good to be true." Vicky's ears shimmered with the words that he had just heard. He tried to find some reason but couldn't understand at first.It is a fact that how kind and gentle people, sometimes, have to face a very bitter and sardonic situation in life that one can hardly imagine. These critical moments may occur once or twice in life, but they teach very precious lessons for the rest of life.Some people adopt a policy of benign neglect, making sure their close relations grow confidently and naturally. This works positively, but not always all the time all the way, because some ephemeral moments occur at once and leave lasting effects on the pure relations."Can you teach my daughter?" the mother asked Vicky. He could not refuse because he also needed some means to support himself. He started teaching her daughter, and soon he got a group to teach within a few days. This was a good start and gave him a lot of opportunities to improve his life. There happened to be a
Vicky's ears rang with the incessant whispers, a cacophony of voices that had haunted him for many days. He couldn't shake off the feeling of being watched, his skin crawling with every thin murmur. His eyes pleaded with his mom, but she dismissed his concerns with a wave of her hand.'Vicky, sweetie, it's just your imagination running wild!, so forget it' The words stung, her tone a stark contrast to the eerie whispers that refused to silence. The transe was still going on. Vicky's frustration mounted, his helplessness palpable as he struggled to convey the terror that stregthened its grip. The voices persisted, a constant reminder that he was trapped in a nightmare from which he couldn't awaken.Maria also told him not to think much about it. But Vicky had some unknown voices coming from some unknown direction. "How I could do that? How I could do that?" He repeatedly told himself that everything would be okay.Finally, one day, Vicky got up and started moving in the direction where
Life must go on to avail the innumerable bounties of nature. They spread all around us, but one has to be very vigilant and watchful to avail of them. They have their own features and challenging crux that not everyone can realize the fact. Only tests and trials prove the worth of these opportunities that come our way. Such moments may come in ups and downs in our life and make us disturbed. However, time elapses, and these moments leave lasting marks on our life. Some of us learn and be careful in facing the next challenges, but most of us repeat some blunders and repent.Vicky wanted to help that family when no one was ready to speak about them. "Why you are supporting that family even though they have snatched everything from you?" All of them got ready to search the whole woods for the lost horse. It was only Vicky who stood his point of view. Vicky was with his uncle in search of his lost horse in the woods. "Where it could be?" By the evening, they found the horse and returned h
Life is not as hard as most people consider it to be. Actually, it's a matter of our fulfillment and performance and how much we expect from ourselves. To Vicky, life is not hard at all. What do we do if we have nothing to do? Everybody needs to do something, whether they like it or not. It's their work that keeps them going in life. It also helps others to keep doing their everyday jobs. No barber can cut their own hair. Not every job can be done by everyone.So, everybody has to do something to earn a living. Now, it's up to you how you perform your duties and obligations. It means you should do it or not do it; if you do it, then do it nicely. Then you won't find it hard. People will love you if you love your job. That's a secret of happiness, too."Oh my God, how would I survive in such a malpractice?" Vicky often found himself lost in thought, unable to help but lie in bed and cry. After his parents' passing, he was left with grim future, no means to support himself and his seven
He had never been so happy when he visited his father's farm. The pleasure of touching the velvety grass was overwhelming, so he lay down and gazed up at the deep blue sky. His eyes caught sight of a hawk curving down towards the woods, its wings spread wide. He got up and rushed to see the hawk up close, his heart racing with excitement. Belly thought that it was in some trouble, but when he reached the spot, he found nothing amiss elsewhere.The hawk seemed to have vanished into thin air. He was panting badly due to the steep ups and downs of the field, his breathlessness a testament to his eagerness. His attendant was there to follow his orders, but he was still confused, his brow furrowed in concern. He had seen the hawk's flight plummeting downward, its scream echoing through the air. "Where has it gone?' he wondered, his mind racing with possibilities. He rushed back to the place where he saw the hawk's flight, his eyes scanning the ground, searching for any sign of the majestic
Sometimes, it's too hard to believe that an incident has taken place in one's life. Even though he tries to forget it, still it remains a permanent etch in his memory, despite having tried to pul out from the enormous store of mind. Vicky got married and had a nice baby. His old mother was also with his small family. Usually on every Sunday, they having their empty baskets used to visit the market to buy some crockery and garments. But little did they know, their joyous outing would soon turn into a nightmare. After a while, he and his wife hoping to get some enduring shoes went to another corner, leaving their two-year-old baby with his mother near in a shop. Here the trauma began that challenged the couple to face.Vicky's legs started trembling with mind-blowing fears as he struggled to walk up and down the street. His mind raced with a single, haunting question: "Has he lost his child?". He answered, 'No'(The incident occurred 25 years ago, but the memory still keeps a gro
Though the winding lanes somewhere connected to another lane, it always gives pleasure to be lost in these lanes. Sometimes vacant lanes are filled with horrors that somebody is swiftly coming behind you. You take steps hurriedly to finish it. One lane is always filled with a sweet aroma, while others are streaked with a stingy smell all the time, especially on a Sunday, it was a pleasure to move across the lanes. One could also reach their destination by hopping from one to another, but that was always seems too dangerous to go through. Some of the houses are very haunting and frightening, and nobody dared to go inside. While moving through such buildings, one always met with a culprit who was looking for a place to hide himself. The person whom Vicky was looking for expected to happen on his way. But it did happened at once. "Oh, I could escape now!" There was no more turn to get rid of her. She stopped and wating for him to come nearer and Vicky stepped were stuck. He tried to av