Tag: desire

the story of Rosie Castrodge (4/4)

“Filthy rich king, I say,” said a pirate, after looting the treasure at a king’s burial. The pirate lord was happy to see that the captain’s map led to a shore of silver and gold.

“I hate to look you as a pris’ner, captain. The trasure is found. Name a reward..?”

“Give back my ship..”

“Why in the right mind hence I do that? It ain’t a worthy talk.”

Both of them know that these negotiations won’t bear anything,

After the pirate left,

“Suffer your senses to listen, Rosie. You’ll regret to miss it.” captain says to the queen.

For the first few days, it was said to be a rum celebration of victory. After a few nights have passed, the thoughts of men became alone. When the desire of more is possible, the stories kept rising.

One man said to be drowned in the sea, searching for his golden ring and the other claimed the man’s share of treasure…

One man almost filled his lungs with rum, was too excited to be alive and the other claimed…

The triumph of being an ‘other’ went on…

It went far to which the crew can no longer control the sail of the ship,

“The night killing us all. Your ship is c’rsed, captain.”

When the two lords are busy at plans,

The queen was left alone with the traitor. She didn’t give a proper look ever since the incident.

“You hear that captain made me do it, right?” said the traitor.

“Yes, Indeed.”

“Then why you hate me..”

“Over him. At least he has an honor for his ship.”

With captain’s help, boat stirred along the wind to find a dry land.

“The ghost crew is real.” she said, looking at their ship.

“Hear me… No matter how many good hearts you see, there are very less of them who can resist the lustrous desires.”

“Aye, captain.” said the queen.

 

-The End-

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the story of Rosie Castrodge (3/4)

A lot can happen whilst one closes their eyes for the comfort of the body. The tired muscles of two people hired them to lay unconscious on a strange island.

“Filthy storm..” He exclaimed.

“We honor the awkward coincidence, my old friend.” heard the captain’s voice. His first instant was to be in a dream,

“How did you..?” said the young man.

His eyes closed, to let him being slaved onto the ship. While he was summoned to the captain’s chamber,

“What am I being chained for? ”

“A gesture for being a traitor.”

“A traitor. Is this one of your fancy jokes..?”

“Nah… It is a better way to hide our plan. Besides, I wonder why it had failed”

“One can’t foresee the tide, captain”

“Never do I like to hear your problem…”

The events had an unexpected turn in a war when the ocean favored the pirate’s ship over the captains. Upon the angels’ curiosity, The captain, traitor, and the queen were imprisoned at the same place. The pirate lord came to visit them,

“ I say a grt suprise to see hr alive, Tod.”

The queen looked clueless and to confront her,

“Better to kill a butiful daughter to revenge than to f’ght father, hear me. Yor head is a treasure in the open market, da’ling.”

It took some time for her to understand but she said nothing. She came to know that love is a bait used to have her kill on the former night.

After a while, she asked

“Is it true that this a ghost crew..?”

Captain gave a smile and whispered,

“You’ll learn to see it”

 

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the story of Rosie Castrodge (2/4)

The tranquility of ocean is often shattered, grasping shouts of the dead. Patience to listen to their tales gave her a cold heart. Swings of the boat are only due to the lively moment of humans on it.

“A few nights from now” he paused,”I’d be talking to your grave If only I haven’t rescued you,” Robert said to Rosie.

She looked away into the endless ocean. She had lived a month in a place where nothing seems to be predictable.

Seeking to end the nervous inhales, he continued.

“ I didn’t know the reason to risk my life on you. It may or may not be love that provoked me, but I just find no harm to help you.”

After a long pause,

“Any destination on thought ?”

“I reckon to see a trade ship by sunrise. We shall get on to find a dry land”

After an hour of silence, it took no further to fall asleep.

His hand made the comfort to hold the firm grip of his blade. Her beauty held him for few minutes of thought, but he couldn’t forgo the captain’s order,

“Kill the queen outside my ship so that it may not bear a curse.”

He kissed her and found no resistance. He shifted the blade in his hand to take one good strike. The sudden shift of climate took him by surprise,

“Mercy..” he said, gaping at the enormous monster.

The storm hit them with a great force.

 

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the story of Rosie Castrodge (1/4)

Long ago, either say a foolish or intelligent man began to think sleep as an enemies trick, there lies an ocean rowing more nights than they ever traveled. Mark of prestige arose when “horrific-beauty” are the words chosen on the behalf of the ocean.On a silent hour of the night, a pirate ship looks deserted of men in consciousness. Most of them made efforts but only the two people with purpose succeeded.

Asleep (Captain Todich and 13 crew members) & Awake (Robert Karlvert & Rosie Castrogde).

Rosie:(aloud) Show yourself. I ain’t afraid.

After a lantern sponsored to see the face attached to an athletic body,

Robert: Save your words, love.

A life boat detached from the ship. On their way out of the ship,

Rosie: What matters you ran into cap’s quarter?

Robert: Atlas, Rosie.

Rosie: On god’s name, I’ll kill you if ever you call my name. I am a prisoner in your goddamn ship for almost a month. You’re a good man but I can’t smell a reason for your treason.

Robert: Don’t strain yourself. I confess my love to you.

Rosie: I doubt that.

Robert: Do you ever heard of The Ghost-crew?

Rosie: I’ve read about them.

ON A DAY BEFORE THE MONTH

King castrodge and his 20 decorated counselors in a delightful palace designed as per his own instructions.

A soldier came into the room midst conversation. He dares not see any one’s face with his own.

“A message of grave urgency, your majesty.”

“Say it.”

“A pirate invaded on one of our ships.A royal ship indeed with gold…”

“I don’t have a day, you moron. What is the loss ?”

“It is about princess, signora”

“What..?”

“Senorita visited a nearby island and on the way of returning…”

“Get out..”

“Your majesty..”

“Why are your words still taking an opera ?”

“My apologies, People say that they are The Ghost Crew.”

Waves of sentences lingered in hall as

“ruthless thugs,” says one, “There is a say that when they have done getting a treasure with a crew, captain kills everyone to get every piece of gold for himself and gets a new crew.”

“One ride for a lifetime. Seems pretty good to me.” An old man chuckled under his nose. “If only you are a captain, old pig, ” said an other.

“Enough. Prepare our fight.” said the king.

 

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the edges of a Rubik’s cube (4/4)

The engine of Chevrolet styleline Deluxe began to roar on a comfort of royalty. They were on the site of a Cherokee. Rastogi can’t console his heart and went on to say,

“Let’s do this”.

After a few minutes of the drive, a thud sound echoed from the tire and car hit the divider of the road.

“Is it the bomb?” Rishaan asked Carl.

“Yes,” Carl said, without any hesitation in his mind.

Rastogi stopped the car and ran towards the Chevrolet.  In a disfigured car, he saw three people groaning at the pain.

Kiara looked over to the Rastogi with a little consciousness.

“You…aliv.. “Kiara managed to get words. “Help…Plea”

“You leave me no choice, dear. If either of us have any patience on belief towards love, this wouldn’t have happened. “Rastogi said, as most of his voice is in pain.

Diya stopped to groan and Rastogi knows what happened.

“You motherfucker, I should have choked you to death rather than pushing you off ” Sanjay made his rat cry.

“You didn’t. but I can, “.

Rastogi left the spot as he smelled the petrol sprouting outside the tank. Without turning back, he left away in Cherokee.

 

This is the story of an old man who told me while we are traveling for a place. A very long journey indeed. I saw the most brutal men than him but something in him was much cruel. I asked him after his narration,

“Why?”

“Love… If either of us has any patience towards the belief in love, that wouldn’t have happened. It can destroy. I could have left her to live but I can’t do that. I loved her in a way that I ought to the only person to show her the otherwise.That’s what I regretted every day for not to be cautious.”

Not many people that I have met confessed. After all, I need to do my job irrespective of their stories. People often used to wonder about me. Wonder about how I could sustain in an evil life. Answer is simple and easy,

“I don’t have a soul to love.”

I am the other side of life…

I could see a screen which is considered to be a Rastogi’s heart-beat. He is in a place where I often used to come.

“ How do you feel to be alive? ”

“Life is an endless space of emotions. Yet it felt to be on the edge. To jump onto edges as a sane conclusion, like a Rubik’s cube…”

Within minutes screen went blank, which is an indication of the end.

Never experiencing the love in my life, it felt to be a sacred thing to earn it. A cautious thing as hatred, caused by love is a lethal weapon that there is no control for.

-THE END-

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the edges of a Rubik’s cube (3/4)

Nicholas is in surveillance room operating the locations of underwater drone in a special ship. He sits on the chair recording things which he feels obligated for a research study. As long as he gets a good pay, he didn’t mind the idiocy of scientists ripping the ocean only to find a clear dirt.

One evening, while he was busy on completing a level of candy crush on his phone, A proximity alarm beeped from one of the drones. Something is approaching it.

“What the hell is that?” a tall man, who is considered as captain of the ship asked Nicholas.

“Nothing sir, it’s just a …..” he waited to see the object on the screen, which caused the alarm.

“Shit, it’s a human,” Nicholas exclaimed.

“It’s deep. We can’t send help, you know that “he said. No one argues with the captain.

Quick action prevented damage but a rotor blade struck on to the drowned man.

They tried. At each phase of an effort, it looked as if they made it.

“Damn it…On the very last day..” the tall man ran towards the open space in the ship.

“Grab the gear. Got a problem on drone 115-A.” he ordered his comrades.

Finally, Rastogi was saved on a rescue plan for a drone.,

They yelled…

“Don’t get into water if you dunno how to swim, boy”

“Say one hellish way to die…”

“Get your ass on the land…”

and left him on the beach of Goa with a torn shirt. Every valid source of money was swallowed by the ocean except his watch.

Still ticking.

He made a few bucks by selling it. Now, he needs a payback. Payback his pain to someone who betrayed him. Rastogi learned from his friend that the three of them were living in a hotel inGoa.

“We’re on time,” Rastogi said examining a message over his new phone.

“So, what’s the plan?” Carl asked.

“That’s the car. I want you to Implant a bomb that activates at certain point” Rishaan explained.

“Like a speed limit ..?”

“Yes”

“Why don’t you kill them with your hands rather than these?” Carl asked.

“Let them choose their fate. It’s a fair chance of survival. Besides I had a debt to repay”

 

Rastogi saw Kiara in a blazer chosen by him. He didn’t know that the life is full of mysteries. Diya, a respectful woman bitches her to lead his brother. Sanjay, who he always grateful to, paved his death plan.

It is a sort of life on the edges of a Rubik’s cube ready to be snapped out. Her love turned into an immense hatred on the account of disbelief. Their jealousy turned into a cruel intention.

Power? Jealous?  Desire?

He knows that everything Sanjay had done would be a trap, including Diya’s part. Sanjay would have soaked his sister’s affair in front of Kiara, suggesting an alternative. Not to affect her father’s fame, Kiara would have accepted Sanjay’s plan, to kill the betrayer.

“First, I know a good place to take you. I hope you would like it “Sanjay said to Kiara while leaving the apartment.

“Take it easy, Sanju. It will take some time “Diya said, as seeing Kiara leaving to the car without any comment.

“Fine, I’ll drive” Sanjay jumped onto the seat.

 

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the edges of a Rubik’s cube (1/4)

An old Cherokee ran into the foggy morning on the day of March the fifth. Even the oval headlight of the car can’t see the mysterious road ahead. It’s stunned by the high-range irregularities of the national highway in Goa. In spite of them, car ensured the luxury for the two lost people, one of which is humming at the old record of the Beatles collection.

Viewing side mirror of the car, he couldn’t resist.

“Why do they say ‘OBJECTS IN MIRROR ARE CLOSER THAN THEY APPEAR ‘?”

“Maybe not to betray you ” murmured a fluent voice, without diverting his eyes from his phone. He knows how difficulties come closer without being spotted as one. Once he is an IITian who finds himself enjoying his dream, now happened to be humming, while some stranger who just hired him, asks about the instruction on the mirror.

“or to see the fear in you…” can a rough voice warned to be cautious.

How can this little complete the work?  He thought.

“Have any plan to talk business?”  The kid asked with a drugged voice, lighting up his cigar.

‘Business’ word looked as a little weird to him. Killing people isn’t a business.

“Be patient, you will see. No smoke in here, Carl “he ordered.

“Sorry, Old habits” retorted back his cigar into a well-packed box.

As Carl was about to ask his name, a message interrupted his boss.

Quite a while, Carl famed as a go-to man for drugs and explosives. He knows how precisely customer needs the things for. Now, he is taking the time to read the mystery man, as an expert.

Humiliated by betrayal, Lit with revenge. Carl thought, seeing his dark face not even able to find happiness in it.

Mystery man took a fierce drift as his one hand busy reading the message. Due to it, a shiny card flashed on the feet of Carl from the car’s deck. An identity card.

“Rastogi Dutta” it came out loud as if testing it to pronounce for the first time.

Rastogi remembered that the only one person who dared to call him as so was his boss. Cursed upon the furious history, he picked his card and thrown firmly out of the window.

Yet, the episodes of his past still ran through his sub-conscious.

 

“Rastogi Dutta, Please continue” Mr. Ashok ordered him.

Rastogi came to start his performance. He was a little nervous at the situation. Environment thinned their layers to make his speech audible.  Gray-haired officials who were ready to note waited a long second to listen to his views. From the corner of a table, a beautiful voice whispered in saying “It’s okay. Keep it simple”.

Finally, with quite a luck, his presentation ended with appreciation.

“You said something in the meeting. Didn’t you? “Rishaan asked.

“Yes, I said that I love you” Kiara replied, holding his arms.

“I would too if you weren’t my boss daughter ” Rishaan chuckled as to tease her.

“I don’t understand. What does that mean? “With a little serious in her tone.

“Sorry, I am just kidding. Listen, I may not be sure to keep you happy, but I will always be there as long as it takes to find it. You are the most precious gift I ever had. I always love you and I believe every word in it “with a purity in his vocal.

“God, Where do you get those lines?” with a smile escaping through her face. Rishaan did saw her moist eyes that meant to be her reply.

 

Contd…

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the missing adjective (1/4)

I closed my laptop.

It’s so quiet. A thin leak from the glass lit an impulse for the living beings.   A young boy on a headset jerked off, A little girl awakened and An old woman uttered in a foreign language at an annoying decibel. Any patience left to learn that gibberish might have helped to hear as I quote,

Don’t you dare give me a heart attack on the bus, you moron…

A young woman understood the humor of my expressions and closed the window.

“So, I assume you know…?”

“Yeah, I am a journalist. As a matter of fact, she scolded you.”

“Really ?”

She smiled and the silence continued.

One moment, I am enjoying music in the traditional way of humming, as the bus attributed enough hip-hop on the roads of a forest. The other, on the wave of an unexpected minute, led my bleeding nose sniffing for oxygen. An accident, our best guess had not lasted more than a minute.

As everyone in the bus digesting the situation on their own fashion, a group of people entered the bus. As far as footsteps are concerned, They are not in much of a hurry to help.

I couldn’t move, neither was the journalist.

The hustle of agony seized with an echo of a gunshot resumed with the sounds of terror. A cold voice“ Kill them all. We ain’t need any witness ” rattled the pain into fear. Guns are being fired in a periodic way. Some screamed at their best, Some pleaded for an excuse, some fighting but not all at once. yet they all became lifeless.

I couldn’t feel my legs. A severe pain in the chest, as if I feel a sensation of bone. A broken rib, probably.

My reckoning of tomorrow in a fat salary job is no good to be true.

Here I am, beside a young woman who went unnoticed even with her stunning looks. As if nature has enough jolts for me, she cut her hand and placed on her stomach. She signaled me and closed her eyes.

“Waste no bullets. Not free. ” The same voice, approached us.

I sensed a thing weigh same as a bull and scent of a smelled pig, which claimed the voice. It took some time to understand her signal but not too late. It is a cliche idea but not if it is the only trick left. I can assure that the fate I possess is a true bitch. I quote, Pay well to play along.  I am lucky enough that his reality coincides with an image of two people bled to death. He kicked my face. I offered no resistance as the barrel of gun itching my skin.

“Tour is over. Let’s move out ”

The more of a minute he would have taken to investigate, the less of many would have known the story of mine.

 

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he remembers nothing (2/4)

  September 21st, 1980.

Being a guard at the national prison, I can’t imagine how things go beyond this routine. Time surfs with the early ritual of head counts and a bread to start a day. Days are irrelevant for the life of a prisoner. They just have time to see, sun going from the east side of the sky to the other side.

“What is bothering you, Teddy? ” I asked one of the known guns.

“You know him..? The man in the corner of right wing”

Of course, he is named after numb-nuts, never talks a shit. Though everyone is scared of his figure, say goes as his bare hand made the reason enough to smash a police skull and to hold the bars.

“Yeah…Go on ”

“He started to make noise all through the night. As I shut him up, he asked me what he was doing in a prison. ”

“Hmm.Looks like the drug dealer lost his mind.”

“I think so, but what’s interesting is that he asked for a paper and a pen”

“What is that crazy has to write for..? One of his wives..? ”

“I don’t know. How many days does he have..?”

“At the end of this month.A week, I guess..”

A new disease started to spread through the prison. At first, we thought it was an old man’s cold, but it made five victims to death. Everyone suspected that someone found a way to take revenge on dogs.The strict law is implemented against visitors for some days. I took some of the night shifts at the order of warden as he said that he would seriously consider my raise.

As I made rounds through the cascading screams, I have reached to see numb-nuts. He was awake with long black hair covering his Scarface. As if he was working in his own living room, he made me look like a stranger interrupting his work.

“Out of curiosity, what the hell are you writing about ?”

He rolled a piece of paper and started to impersonate smoking. I lit a cigarette and flicked at his direction. He reached it and continued his old style of cigarette. I suddenly realized that this was his last night and said nothing. He smiled at me as if to convey that I would come to know.

The next morning, he was executed and among his long list of wishes, he addressed to give me the writings. I saw many people sentencing their final moments, but his expressions are quite difficult to understand.

October 21st, 1980.

As the plague continues to spread in the national prison, an unnamed source says that an officer was said to be infected and admitted to the local hospital. His nine-year-old son came to the hospital and he was the last person the officer spoke to.

“Are you going to be okay ? ” boy asked, holding something in his hands.

“Of course. I… What’s it ?”

“I thought that you might get bored ” He held it closer, “I made a cover for your papers. My teacher told me nothing should be left uncovered.”

“ What do you think of the title? ”

The life or  ….

His eyes felt heavier than ever as though there is no need to open it.

His son made it into a book.

 

Contd…

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he remembers nothing (1/4)

He remembers nothing. Yesterday seems to vanish, yet fortunate enough to know what he wants to do. All he can think of was having a long hair, which is now short and black. A voice inside his head asked one simple question,

The Life or The Death…?

He looked around the wall with notes and the room with sketches, hanging at every corner. On contrary, he felt home.

He walked into the street with a casual attire. Pacing the wind with a constant speed, never allowing his emotions get the best of the situation.

On the evening, the coffee shop was quite different than a usual day. It was a dull day for a cute lady behind the counter. She was in her mid-thirties with a genuine expression and with an often addiction to a smartphone.

“What can I get you, sir ?” She asked a man wearing a black T-shirt.

Before he could ask for something,

“Are you him, Prudhvi Rastogi? ”

In fact, he never thought of his name, but it sounds familiar.

“Ahhrr..Yeah”

“I knew it was you, can I get an autograph.? ” She went inside to get something. It was a book titled the life or the death with my photo on the back of it.

I wrote it. How could I possibly forget that..? Is that face attached to my body or Is this a dream or Is it some weird reality show…

“How can I be at your service, Señor ?”

He explored every part of her body with an expertise of a virgin traveler.They are both naked, awake in the middle of the night.

“It’s awesome, author. Do you do this often? ” She hummed the word “Ecstasy”.

“Not that I think of”

“ What are you up to?” covering her with a blanket, she walked to grab a cigarette. “Any new stories.?”

“Actually, I do.”

“Oh. That’s good to know”

“Can you give me that book ?”

“What book ?”

“The one that I’ve written..”

“ Don’t you have a..What do you call them.Editor’s copy ?”

“No, My conscious is not clear of me authoring any book.”

She saw into his eyes to search for humor but found none.

“Whatever, take it when you leave..”

After few moments, she asked after releasing a puff of smoke

“So, It’s true.”

“What ?”

“The book. It’s not a fiction.”

“Why do you say that ?”

“Lead role in the novel have some amnesia problems.”

Perfect. My history is known to a very stranger on street.That’s really annoying.

They kissed and he left with the book.

 

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