‘Who are you?~~’

Who are you? 

Is your name which truly defines you?

Your looks are sufficient to determine character.

Is it your profession that speaks for yourself? 

Dresses and curves are the true factors. 

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Is it a lifestyle representing  all pigments of your nature?

Your marks in tests  say who you truly are.

Are Different religions a symbol of your belief?

Your language is a demonstrator of scars.

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While we all try to make sense of others

And judge and see what others do

Is it  important to start our journey into ourselves?

In this world only, who are you?

Written By: Khushi M

Hello guys how are your lives treating each one of you. so this poem is full of these ‘?’ marks. But the questions may be rhetorical too😉. Tell us what you think of this poem.

Andd an added question among our teenage readers ( just one last question!)

are anyone of you having exams? Boards, exams, periodics, assessments, whatever you call it, anyone?

See you all in our next post

~DuoDisseminators

Check out our previous post here

Personality types

Hello guys Khushi this side. So it’s been almost a year since we’ve been blogging and thanks to you guys we could witness a diverse audience…

This led me to discover a completely different topic of the personality types… and its not just knowing their names but more about the perception of people on the categories .

So, the two of us have created a small form which is sort of survey to get to know your views. I personally took the idea forward with Kunjal that we should create a form with questions, which will accumulate your opinion about personality types!

Here is the link of the form : https://forms.gle/fEqb2j5wqdZoSu7w7

Would love to see your answers. 😃

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‘ Climate Change and We….,’

When we dream, it is full of nonsense skies, we flying in them. Vast oceans. Green meadows. They are without a meaning. But not anymore…

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‘ Rain Rain go away,

Come again another day,

Rain Rain go away,

Little children want to play’

Does this rhyme ring a bell? It is a very popular rhyme that is taught in kindergarten. Suddenly this rhyme comes in mind? In our locality it has been raining very hard for the past few days. Scientists link it to climate change. Rainfall usually occurs when warm air rises up and carries moisture with it. As we go higher up, the temperature starts to decrease due to low density of air. Water vapour form clouds and when clouds become too heavy with droplets, they cry.

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Rainfall occurs. However increase in the amount of warm air means it will have more capacity to absorb water vapor. This capacity will only increase with alterations in the sea land surface temperatures. When we say this, it means we are disturbing a very stable pattern established over thousands of years.

According to the 2021 draft release of the IPCC sixth assessment report — 10-year events (that is, rainfall events that have a one in 10 chance of being matched or exceeded in a given year) are now 1.3 times more likely to occur. And when they do occur, they’re nearly 7 percent wetter.

This means what has not happened in decades is happening now. A major bomb cyclone recently hit the USA. Bomb cyclones are categorized with sudden drop in the atmospheric pressure. They are rare. Scientists believe it is due increase in amount of global emissions. Delhi, where we live, is witnessing rain spells like never before.

What is more is that more and more such reports, such incidents are diluting the very imaginative belief that the consequences are afar. Suddenly dreams will get a meaning. We will dream because we do not have something.

Rich countries believe that that will ultimately find a technology that will filter CO2. Developing countries are fighting for their stake to produce more green emissions, as we saw our country, India, in COP26 platform.

But none of the countries are realizing that climate change is one such problem, which may not find the old power blocks leading the platform. Anyone can lead this platform. Rich countries are focusing more on expanding their growth. After the Paris Climate Agreement, 2015 carbon emissions were increasing not decreasing.

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Developing countries must realize that climate change provides them a platform to lead the way in fight against it. India, should not only focus on cajoling other countries for more funding, more money but also look at its existing capabilities like the fact that it seeks to protect forest cover under its AgroForestry policy! All of us have the tools today, but there is no steering.

‘Let the small island evoke it voice. It faces the brunt of climate change’

‘ Let we all hear the voices of those affected the most in solving the climate crisis!’

Rain Rain go away. A sun come, if it may.....
-DuoDisseminators

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Hey! We would love to know what you think about this! This post is a continuation of our illustration series!

  1. It could be someone or you
  2. Experts advices..
  3. Adding
  4. Still here to Stay
  5. Old crisis in the Neighbourhood

‘Still Here to stay…’

DISCLAIMER: This post is not to spread hate, contempt, miscalculations, or simply faults. It is writtent to spread the mere truth. And hope we all enjoy that!

This illustration post is a continuation of the illustration series:

  1. It could be someone or you
  2. Experts advices..
  3. Adding
Illustrated by Khushi M.

Again we have to see the same cycle.

Hardly have the deaths been mourned, the patients recovered.

There is another form of the virus beginning to strike,

Even before kissing the ground, again we are strangled up,

The infected numbers now again spike.

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534 covid deaths, 91000 new cases as of January Five.

Britain, in our memory, the old Empire, also recording a spike,

Burning travel restrictions, old boring strictures taking up flight.

Always the poor Africa, haven’t we changed ways till our last fight? 

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You are never to blame! despite precautions many times resounded,

Politicians, like growling toddlers, distributing gifts relentlessly rallying.

The youngsters living their rebellious youth roam maskfree unbounded,

Every dismissal of covid norms a cause of a well might be tally.

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, Cooperate more, silence talks, don’t exemplify petty “disasters”

“The more Omicron spreads, the more it transmits and the more it replicates, well you know the answer.

Send more medical aid, launch programs, because regions like Africa are more unvaccinated.

Vaccinate more, hence less mutations, and let ‘s reduce the grasp of this pandemic.

The tunnel will sure end. Mask up everyone stay safe, some tasks have to do be ardently done by us because no doubt;

‘The only normal is the present moment.

And at this moment we must be here to act’

~DuoDisseminators

‘Adding…’

What if you have written something near the word limit but which has absolutely nothing to show up? What if the data and achievements showing “big numbers”

isn’t really the case?

Its all about data. Hence data manipulation is something which prevents us from seeing what is actually the reality behind.

For instance you know crores of people getting benefited by some scheme of the government when the actual no.s are much too low.

In our country, in a state called bihar , there were some fake vaccination entries and it is being said ( because such irregularities hardly come off the lid to us!)these were done to show ambitious no.s of vaccination rate and ‘on the surface’ achievement of an ambitious target! You can check a report here

So have we been trying to reach ginormous amount of words? Are we being fooled with lots of no.s?

Think for now! you can see the other posts of our illustration series right below

  1. It could be someone or you
  2. Experts advices..

Would love to hear from you all down!

~DuoDisseminators

‘The unlived part’

Hey there, Its Khushi. Please view this post on the site!

The day before yesterday was yet another day of my student life, studying, reading, listening to music and other routine activities. But there was a slight difference, a slight absurdness and also a slight meaning in it. A childish musing came to my mind. I remembered my younger self.

 There was one person less in the world.  Actually, there were many people who would have lost their lives the same day but only one with whom I was familiar – that of General Bipin Rawat.

You know I had never thought I would write such a post, and when I asked my friend Kunjal if this was a good idea, she said she didn’t even know him and he was merely a name to her. She asked, “You wanna write for some acknowledgement thing?”

Something , despite her jabs, still gave me all more reason to write this. 

On Independence Day and republic day ceremonies, my dad would ask me ” do you know who that is?” And I’d proudly say ” yes, the chief of defense staff”. The answer which he had told me some time ago and which he always asked for. 

It was not as if we had any personal relation, that I felt some emptiness upon hearing about his death.  It was merely a feeling of losing another Indian.

And it’s important for me to state that there were others who lost their lives, other defense personnel, his wife, the person who piloted the plane.

Right now for me, it’s not about how well I know the person, it is more of losing a citizen.Everyday people lose their lives, everyday some people sit down, look and reflect. And all of a sudden an expression of regret  comes over them.

‘They didn’t do enough.’

All regrets coming in out of a vacuum created on losing the person you love.

What about the person who dies? What about some people who die at the right time but too early? Hand moving ahead for the ledge only for the whole body to be whooshed back down by a heavy force.

Gen Bipin Rawat had envisaged a major change in the Army. He wanted to integrate the army, the air force and the navy. Just like a family bond which will respond better for future security needs. The work will be done by the next CDS officer.

Many people die with unfulfilled passionate dreams. I think all I wanted to say is that it was my realization that we do not live our lives enough, blaming others and trying to bring a change in what they do and how well they do is something , but carrying out the limited hours we have, that’s what we are missing.   

Let’s live more, act less. Let us be unprovoked by interventions and work hard to live. For what we continuously say is  worth living in our lives.

Hopefully some of us reading this post will achieve this.

And I hope one of them is me. ……

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~ Written by Khushi

Edited by Kunjal

~DuoDisseminators

The Liebster Award


Hello everyone♥!!. Both of us have been nominated by the award by aayushi di.She is a very nice blogger and overall she is very sweet to talk to!! And secondly before we proceed, we would like to say the best thing about awards is that you get to know about the writers of a blog you have been following! So hope you get to know something interesting!

Rules:

  • Acknowledge the blog that gave it to you and display the award
  • Answer 11 questions that the blogger gives you
  • Give 11 random facts about yourself
  • Nominate 11 blogs and notify them of their nomination
  • Give these blogs 11 questions to answer

AAYUSHI DI ‘S QUESTIONS:

One thing that makes you happy whatever the situation maybe?

Whoops.  A call from someone close, or you thought was close and saying ‘I just call ed like that’.

Its rare to get calls during covid! Or someone just remembering my birthday date(30 Jannnnnnn!!!). I don’t like people wishing me after watching some “Status”. I prefer not to put any status during my birth day!

Solitude. Being alone in my room with loud sad music and a cup of coffee or a dark chocolate and reading quotes or just vibing 

2. Your Favourite person?

My favourite person is umm I am still meeting people. I have more than one or i have none. Khushi is one of them though( dont be afraid) 

Ehh not much of a people person you know, like seriously people? At least not people of current time period. I like old souls like Oscar Wilde and Sylvia Plath , man those were the people. 

3. Your Celebrity Crush?

Ranbir Kapoor and Ian Somerhalder and Louis Tomlinson( wooooooo) and yes. Basically these many!

Ok i have way too many. Harry styles is on the top, then Mathew Daddario ( for shadowhunters) , Timothee Chalamet ( for everything literally) and obviously Robert Pattinson ❤

4. Your most embarrassing memory as a child? (if you could recall)

I was sort of  locked between a fat auntie sitting in a bench and her big dog and I was standing on that bench( you ill get why) and the bench was sidelined to the bush. So I was jammed from all three sides. And the dog

the dog

He licked me fat against my cheek. That was just so terrifying!

I have also embarrassingly rescued myself from situations in an ingenious way. But um yeah another time(when I get another award😃_)

Ok confession time, I was literally the most rule following kid . Obeying everything and just sitting at one place enjoying time with myself . 

5. Cakes or Cookies?

The larger the better. Hence cakes

Hmmm.. cakes. Unless the cookies are choco chip cookies then cookies.

6. If you could have any superpower, it would be..?

Reading people ‘s minds while talking to them to see whether they are interested or not!

To change personalities. It is too tiring living the same life. One day id like to be an actor , another day a songwriter, the list would go on.

7. One thing you can’t live without?

I ill only know when I lose them. And there are many things I can’t live without. My kindle for one. 

If you literally ask me then one thing I can’t live without is my spectacles . But actually what i cannot live without is a diary and an ink pen . 

8. If you win a lottery, what would be the first thing to buy?

I would love to buy italion jalepino mushroomo labrehee lo yeah.

Some exotic dish!

The first thing would be a trip to France 

9. One thing you are afraid of?

Sadly, I am afraid of heights and my father pinching my ears or coming near my teeth. I am afraid of ravenous people behind my marksheet.

I dont think so. No fears for me 🙂

Your Nickname? (If any)

Khushi 😃😃

No none 

11. Your three most used emojis?

I am a very simple person there. I use ‘😃🙂😂. The middle one is for sarcasm only. Other things I like to say directly!

Favorite emojis 😑🥲😏

RANDOM FACTS ABOUT KUNJAL( or self-flattering or safe facts :p)

• I wake up by some sudden instinct exactly at 7am. ( Nah its just people making noise around me)

• I read during night.

• I love to listen to old hindi songs. Songs your parents force for you to listen but I do listen!. Do not judge me. I would love to have a Kishore kumar sweatshirt with me!. 

• I like to talk. I can also pretend to talk.

•I like spicy food more than sweets.

• I do not like pickles at all. I hate them. 

• I love to read books!. Any genre works fine for me. 

• I don’t have a long TO BE READ LIST. I like to exaggerate during convos though.

I am an extrovert. Doesn’t mean I wrestle with people all the time.

• I am a good person. I won’t bite you.

• I can address an invisible audience in my room.  But if somebody is there, I am a tad short at entertaining them!

• I love to meet new people. I love the blogger who nominated me.:P

Phew ok . Random fact time i suppose.( KHUSHI)

  1. I am an introvert
  2. I love writing
  3. Cant bear small talk
  4. Can laugh for hours with people i like
  5. I am sort of um a nerd.
  6. I want to time travel to europe at the age of Renaissance .
  7. Thats all you’re getting cause i am a private person (^_^)
  8. Oh lastly. I love classic emojis.

SO yeah that ‘s it for the answers! we can’t be more different right?

OUR NOMINEES:

Pannaga

arnav

Veera

Nilesh bhaiya

Sam di

Nehal

David

Betty

Ashish Bhaiya

Dhriti!!

OUR QUESTIONS:

1)How will you describe yourself other than on wordpress?

For how much time you can look at yourself in the mirror?

Which is more important: good after bad or bad after good?

Which skill you envy from others?

What are you good at other than the content you post?

Lots of italian food or lots of home cooked food?

Favourite authors?

Sleep or Music?

Which memory makes you smile the most?( any you wish to tell)

An office couped job or a travelling job?

Where are you at the moment?

Soooooooo, That ‘s it for the post. If you are willing, go for it. we would love to read your posts. But if you are not then that is also okay! you can though answer a few of our questions in the comments below!😃

SOME POSTS:

https://duodisseminator81314070.wordpress.com/2021/12/03/experts-experts-advises-advisers/

https://duodisseminator81314070.wordpress.com/2021/11/17/the-bench-a-short-story/

https://duodisseminator81314070.wordpress.com/2021/11/25/it-could-be-someone-or-you/

Experts experts advises advisers…!

Out with another continuation of an illustration series. We wrote the first post here.

Politicians oops policy makers making a thread for science by the experts rather than envisionable science for people on the ground. Is it solving the problem? Hmmm.

Here, the three farm bills which had been passed and because of which farm protests had been happening since one year, had been passed without much consultations with the neccesary people themselves!

In sri Lanka, suddenly the whole fertiliser based farming has been shifted to organic farming and farmers are left shocked by this sudden suprise! Organic farming accounts for just 1.5 per cent in the whole world.. We can guess why.

‘ Should the enterprise of anything be the knowledgeable experts only, the world is set to see the unexpected!’

What do you think about this?

The topic is wide and we are looking forward to your comments!

~DuoDisseminators

‘ The Bench – A SHORT STORY’

An attempt to write something new… an attempt to gather attention… please read this story till the end.. Would love to know everyone ‘s views😃.( Anything simple will work the best!😅 Dont contemplate too much)

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THE BENCH- A SHORT STORY;

1.)    “ Did I ever stop to say I care?

When I didn’t seek to hear it to?

When you weren’t so sure that I ‘d be there,

Did I ever show love to you?

2.)    A wounded animal leaps with a broken leg.  It continues to do so until the pain eases. And fades away.

  Once, there lived a lively man named Robert. Robert Gupta. He started his Monday like every other person. He ate his breakfast, a half-made sandwich like many office goers. Often, cursed at the traffic and people. because they are existing to be cursed at.. and different varieties in that… His grudging boss who called him in hours, non-applicable hours..  even while driving home he would connect his device to his car system… Afterall to catch up to next day at office. Like every other being, once in his life.. he could not be the master.. He was a servant to his colleagues… who wanted to hear a joke from his self occupied self,… the inalienable nature of his boss was to annoy and by agreeing to be annoyed and giving up his precious time, he was a self-conscious servant.. Serving others though, is not always at diffidence to onself.. one ‘s health and one’s pleasures… He was a servant of love afterall.  Self desired.. self-made self groomed love. Love imploring for more to happen.  An assiduous engineer, because he struggled for a pay raise, made a fool of himself every time he showcased himself before his love. That is how it is called? Or who is called. My love.

Pia…

But more than that, drifting away from the myopic scope, just like all others he was a servant of life.. And sometimes, no always.. you can’t dictate life to plunge down there rather than attacking at the exact point.. 

Here… 

And there once lived such a  lively man.. lively because he remained active in the worst ( boss, office, job, pay raise) and of course he was an active onlooker, a participator at the best life still offered him.

It has been two years. Robert stares at his bed post, and turns off the alarm of his phone. It has been longer than anticipated.. 6.AM. Robert goes inside to freshen himself… Life must take a turn..  Robert, his shoulders shrugging, turns to apply paste to his brush. He does not look up at the mirror. He prefers to keep his identity reverted to his phone. But that too will run out of interesting stuff sooner or later. It’s a Sunday. But this man has risen himself up at his office’s alarm. With nothing better to do, he goes into the kitchen to make coffee for him.. A picture of him and Pia is there at the kitchen wall as he works. But he seems too tired to react to some “subversions”, some distractions of his past life and melt down and cry .   Yet Robert declares himself enslaved…  He declares everyday..

Its 10a.m and still a Sunday..  Locking the door behind him, he turns to walk ahead and coughs in the winter air. He does not speak until he has reached his destination.. it’s a fountain. A beautiful fountain which is producing water and reflecting some of the sunlight as it splashes down around it. Its hard to find such a sight.  And Robert the only onlooker seats himself before the fountain over an iron wrought bench and he settles himself down.

‘Hello Rob what brings you here’, an old man wearing a heavy coat and groggy glasses not too fastly, calls to Robert. It is more of a greeting and less of a question. The old man seats himself beside his Sunday companion and Robert passes him a smile in return..

‘Nothing just the usual uncle’ Robert says in reply.

‘Just the usual?’, the old man pushes his stick forward. ‘A fine man like you must be engaged at this hour. I find this peculiar and rather very embarrassing for yourself!’

‘ Engagements are proposed. And I am too short of proposals’, Robert says smiling, looking at the old man.

‘Your smile seems rather toothed though’ the old man tweaks a tone and stares at Robert with fake accusing eyes.

 ‘So where did we leave?’

‘Ahh at the point when you were to tell me about your engagement with the girl,’  Robert exclaims. These days the  only surety he is aware of was a  cliff-hanger from someone else ‘s story.

Oh, oh yes! The girl. The engagement did not happen though.’

Robert turned sharply and asked ‘Why?’

‘ You see I had approached her too soon.. or maybe we weren’t meant to be together. That is what I think, sitting here. But that time I was enraged inside, overpowered by a tremendous sadness. Afterall she left me.’

‘She d-‘,

‘Oh no not like what happened to you. But very similar to your case. She left me for another person.. another guy’

The old man continues hitting his stick to the ground,’ Alright he had a good nose.. good nose… maybe that is afterall.. yes! She left a fine chap. It was purely her loss.. She left me after all’ 

‘ You must have been sa- ‘ Oh sad I was.The old man jumped, maybe realising he was approaching too fast,’ The guy had good features. Ok. I agree he was affluent. What did I have then? A struggling folk into some ‘business’. I still remember him though… never thought this bad from him.. , the man grinds his stick to the ground.

‘ Oh too sad… too sad..’ the old man says as he reverts to Robert ‘ I had befallen down.. I felt dejected. I felt the greatest remorse of the world.. I felt an itching sadness beside my bed.. I felt bad.. terrible.. ‘

‘And?’, Robert asks. In an urgent tone he asks for more.

‘ And wasted.. that was it! Yes the worst feeling ever it gave to people around.. to me it brought nothing.’

The old man continues, ‘ But I was fortunate enough to be guided by some event and realised it sooner than later.. I felt why is it my fault? Why do I have to curse myself for not being rich to be not born with a silver spoon..  Moreover, It is as if I am cursing my parents more than myself… And strangely Robert, though I was expected to- . Robert is looking at the old man but with  a quite strange expression as the next will flow out of the old man. Robert ‘s mouth forms an oval ‘O’

Pia is looking at him, her fists clamped down over her lap and saying ‘ You enjoy this don’t you. This.. feeling of numbness.. feeling of doing nothing.. approaching nothing.. trying nothing new.. because new always tends to bring struggles.’

‘So’  Pia continues waving her hand ‘ you enjoy this na… You don’t have to do anything.. You just blame it on what has happened to you.. You don’t kiss the picture on the wall and cry every night.. You have already lost the feeling.. So why acting so numb? Why making me feel the accused one. Didn’t I give you enough love to show’. Robert though breaks the illusion, thinking some illusions are meant to be broken.

‘To put in you some deal, Didn’t she Robert, in you?The old man is speaking. Robert nods, suddenly disturbed by a new type of headache.

To see each and every relationship in a new way?the old man asks with concern full on his face. He pats Robert. Robert looks around at the sudden turn of events and talks.

‘ Love is what life has to offer.. don’t destroy your life from having it Rob. Don’t make yourself unnecessarily burdened and tied to your past. You also have a present… ,  the old man smiles at Robert who looks flustered..

‘ What happened to you’, Robert blurts out at the old man.

‘I see … you want an ending..  Maybe I said all that too soon. Aging people can  hurry with the plot climax.. an ending. He chuckles exclaiming  ‘ Like the moral of the story before the story itself.’

He continues, ‘ After she had broken off the plan of engagement, and since I was in my car, I had to revert my vehicle to a different destination. It was uncalled for.. so I swirled and swirled, tidied up the roads, took turns back,.. and tried to find a new destination… because all of it, He presses ‘ was uncalled for.’

 So, I spent some whole months.. dejected.. wasted . Smelled puffs of cigarettes. I made regular excavations to a pub.  Did not sleep… awaited nothing..  woke up  everyday to be afraid to look at my reflection.., The old man sighs and stops’ existed without meaning.’ What more do you want to know?’ he says sharply and Robert looks at him with some familiarity uncalled for..

‘ He says, ‘ Life had been beautiful with your auntie though. ’

‘At some place. Call it a bench if you may.  I befriended someone… Someone old.. you see old people have a perspective..  I changed.. Not completely but yes I did…’ Robert looks at him flustered and gets up from the bench.

‘ But I did change.. the main aspect of me did change..  and I want the same to happen to you.. You come everyday and sit on the same bench. When people arrive at the same place, they are either arriving for someone’

Robert had already taken big steps away from the bench. Accusation runs sharp in his eyes for the old man who elicited some names out of him.. to lecture him sometime.

‘Robert’, the old man called. Robert turns out of habit.

‘People arrive at the same place every day, they come about for two reasons, either to wait for someone to arrive, waiting for the arrival of something sure- Robert turns to go away. ‘ Hear the old man! The phrases don’t come everyday’. Robert stops as well.

The old man continues, ‘Or they demand some answers of their own, unsure of the question they want to ask.’

‘ But I see a question in you. Whether or not?  and according to an old man who believes he has some perspective I believe, don’t accuse her. Start anew.’ But Robert walks away.

‘You are not entitled to this bench.’, the old man shouts and starts feeding the ducks. 

And the recipients are enveloped under a beautiful morning despite their mood. Afterall, the sun can never stop to present itself before us.

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3.)    ‘ I feel like blaming myself. But you tell me the reason.’

                                THE END.

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And i guess that is the end. i felt it needed an uplift or twist here and there. but some ends do not require a twist do they? Btw this is kunjal. I honestly dont know how it is.😅 But khushi, my best friend and partner really liked the style in it( i got a good inspiration from someone’s blog/blogs)

But for all i want to know,😅 ( and cool my curiosity) how was it?

See you guys in the next post…!! and check out a form that we had created in a previous post of ours here.. Do fill it guys! its for everyone!

SOME LATEST POSTS( In case you missed):

~DuoDisseminators

” Not fair!..”

‘Sahab, do you also want a bun?’, the old lady asked.

Leo looked at his chai cup and affirmed ‘ yes that will be good’.

 ‘Our maggi will  be ready in 5 mins or so’, Leo said as he sat down beside Tarun who was going through his phone.

Leo turned his seat to the old lady  in the stall,

‘Do you go down to buy grocery and essentials?’

‘ Yes sahab I go’

‘ not your husband?’, Leo asked with interest.

‘No sir just me’, the old lady answered and turned back to her kadhai, moving the onion tomato vegetable mixture.

Tarun had navigated a maggi stall some distance away from their bike which they had visibly missed on the way. It was a small shop next to a a hut. The walls were wearing off their cheap pink colour. Unmatching with the pink color of the walls, blue plastic chairs were unkemptly arranged around green tables. Flies roamed in the air.

Tarun put his chai cup and asked, ‘ What did you really mean by ushering in the welcoming part?’

Leo who was stuffed, looked at him and replied ‘ I meant bhalloing all the healings’

‘What?’

He gobbled his bun and chai and enunciated ‘ I meant allowing all the feelings’

‘But why would you want me to do that stupid. Don’t you want to enjoy this trip’

Leo looked at him and said ‘Then Let us go to Bhula Tal  Lake. I guess we misse-

‘ nah no  I don’t want to go there let us just. Tarun saw Leo doing the this is why stare. But really Tarun couldn’t travel much. He was exhausted both mentally and physically.

‘just stay here, tarun finished as he sipped his chai.

‘see a h – a  ah, Tarun began again.

 ‘Like I don’t know where to begin. When I started my plans, got a job at Cadence I was happy for some time. Not a long time. Did I know I will end up even more fragmented tired, sleepless and ugly because of my job..

Tarun fumbled and continued pointing at h, ‘ Just look at me Leo. Tarun pointed at his face. Leo stared at him.

White hairs are appearing, big dark circles around my eyes. I can’t survive without my phone. I’ll haplessly  stroll around on Facebook and Instagram knowing the social media gives me the greatest dissatisfaction. My shoulders are hunched all the time as if I am reappearing for a competitive exam.  I just thought my life will be set after examination, college.. Tarun ended, sighing.

‘Maggi is ready sahab’, came the voice of the old lady.

Leo , who was staring at Tarun, got up to take the plates from the lady.

‘ Now … You know  Leo said as he settled down back, Life will never be settled. After examination, tension about college, after college, tension about job, after job tension about boss, after boss well tension about family making..’

‘ Ha! Tarun retorted with a tone while eating his maggi. I was sure about to make one. But Rashmi had to deal with another matter first. Her brain tumour..’ Tarun stopped as if he had given in too much. He quietly turned and concentrated on his maggi.

People don’t know the wheels of a brand-new car will wear around in time.’, Leo said, turning his maggi around his fork.

‘And when they do, they will do a few services. But afterwards they will settle on to the old dreary slow version of the car.’

‘ And you know what is interesting, Leo looked at Tarun who was eating his maggi, ‘ they blame it on life. Life is badd… life is unfair….’

Tarun looked at him.

‘Life needs services, Tarun. Nothing is promised good or gold here’, Leo looked at Tarun who stared at him.

‘But Rashmi She is not here anymore right so what does it matter??, Tarun stood up from his chair. ‘This place.. all it brings is bad memories…’

He took his maggi plate and went ahead, seating himself on the roadside. Leo followed him now.

‘ It matters Tarun. I have learnt this much from my mother that it is good to open up. It means like you are not settling into the old dreary dim version your life has taken up. You are turning your head to a new clearing’

‘ It’s difficult.’, tarun said after sometime ‘Not for you. But for people like me, Yes.’

‘ and we are doing good. We just don’t need to lose our trail and become lazy scoundrels’

‘ But What can I do now? Should I just forget her like that?’, Tarun asked.

‘Should you just forget the last days when she was with us?’, Leo countered back.

‘She was all but against being pitied. She wanted to just feel normal and better during her last days. It wasn’t even about you’

“ The thing is Tarun.., Leo exhaled OUT and said ‘maybe she realised it better than all of us… to live a good life till it ends. Her end was just a week more away. But she did not already die one week before’

Tarun turned to look at Leo. Leo continued ‘ we will never stop feeling depressed at instances.  This is  very normal dude. The thing is.. each time we feel low isn’t the end of everything. We can always talk, do something relaxing, and pay attention to ourselves. My mom and sister keep saying that men keep holding things up. It inevitably comes out as vomit. And picturing vomit does it really solve the problem? Just abhorrent shit it is.’

Tarun asked ‘  I didn’t pay much attention?’. It was less of a question and more of an answer. Leo nodded and started eating. Tarun snorted and looked ahead.

Cuckoos chirped in the air. Pigeons descended on the roadside moving around.  Distant moving of bikes and cars on the road ahead could be heard. The shoving of utensils was perceptible.

It was this much  silent.

Then Tarun, as if being nudged by a sudden itch, broke the silence that had taken over. As if remembering something , he shuffled out his wallet from the back of his  jeans. He took out the  passport size photo of Rashmi out of his wallet. He looked at Rashmi who  was dressed in a plain blue shirt.

Bald.

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 Weak.

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Yet smiling and posing  for the camera.

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Almost smiling.

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Obstinately.

 Tarun ‘s head felt befuddled. As if someone had pushed a hand through his mind, disfiguring the parts. It took a tone and he started sweating over his head. Soon pits of drops formed below his lashes.

‘Ok you know what?’, Tarun spoke, this time through bleary eyes.

Leo who was finishing his maggi grinned at him and asked ‘what?’

‘ It’s not going to be easy.’

‘Had I said something in French?’, Leo asked.

No it is never going to be easy…

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There are two idioms ‘took to heart’ and ‘took heart’. ‘Took to heart’ means to let something deeply affect oneself. ‘Took heart’ means to cheer oneself up and move on.  Likewise, there is a thin line, an almost indiscernible one, between deterioration and acceptance. Though as it is with most things, there Is a definite  possibility to see that line and understand  which side one is on to..

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In this hurried life, every person seeking their own goal

No time that allows existence of a calm, tranquil soul

All of us busy looking for unanswered dreams.

As we look at the broken hearts with low esteem. 

The question perhaps is to feel or to not  feel? 

But ain’t a life without emotions inhuman, unreal, unfathoming? 

We plan for so many places, so many sights to travel and see.

But if a sight  one, once  arises a feeling.

More than just the  ‘hilarity’ it accompanies

Just take a pause from discovering everything.

Or from discovering 

Other than  ourselves only.

~Leo.V

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PART 1

PART 2

PART 3

So hey guyss we come to the end of this series!! Hope you all liked it😃Well both of us enjoyed being Tarun and Leo. What about you? If you are new here you can definately check on the other two parts!

Which character could you relate to most? This was a project we both enjoyed doing very much( We fought very much!) Poetry credits and the illustrations credits go to Khushi while the story writing credits go to me( Kunjal)😃

Finally we would love to read all of your thoughts below!

Au Revoir!

~ DuoDisseminators