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Short Story


Alone Husband

It was a small Company and there was nowhere to eat near it, so the office staff took food from their homes and ate it in the Company at midday. One of the office staff always had Aalu Parathas.

Everyday he took one of them out of his bag, bit it and then threw all the Parathas angrily away.

At last, one day one of the staff asked to him, “Mr. Mehta, don’t you like Aalu Parathas?”.

“No,” said Mr. Mehta, I hate them.

“Then why does your wife make them for you everyday? There are lots of other nice things for Parathas. Tell your wife and she will make other Parathas.”, asked the worker.

“It isn’t as easy as that,” answer Mr. Mehta. “I haven’t got a wife. I make the Parathas myself.‏”


Blogs and Short Stories by Kriti Bhargava

Good Mind vs Bad Mind

Change the World

“How you treat others is exactly how they will treat you.”

A long time ago, a girl named Bhakti got married & went to live with her husband and mother-in-law. In a very short time, Bhakti found that she couldn’t get along with her mother-in-law at all.
Their personalities were very different, and Bhakti was angered by many of her mother-in-law’s habits. In addition, she criticized Bhakti constantly.

Days passed, and weeks passed. Bhakti and her mother-in-law never stopped arguing and fighting. But what made the situation even worse was that, according to ancient Chinese tradition, Bhakti had to bow to her mother-in-law and obey her every wish. All the anger and unhappiness in the house was causing Bhakti’s poor husband great distress.

Finally, Bhakti could not stand her mother-in-law’s bad temper and dictatorship any longer, and she decided to do something about it! Bhakti went to see her father’s good friend, Mr. Mehta, who sold herbs. She told him the situation and asked if he would give her some poison so that she could solve the problem once and for all.

Mr. Mehta thought for awhile, and finally said, ‘Bhakti, I will help you solve your problem, but you must listen to me and obey what I tell you.’
Bhakti said, ‘Yes, Mr. Mehta, I will do whatever you tell me to do ‘Mr. Mehta went into the back room, and returned in a few minutes with a package of herbs. He told Bhakti, ‘You can’t use a quick-acting poison to get rid of your mother-in-law, because that would cause people to become suspicious Therefore, I have given you a number of herbs that will slowly build up poison in her body.

Every other day prepare some delicious meal and put a little of these herbs in her serving. Now, in order to make sure that nobody suspects you, when she dies, you must be very careful to act very friendly towards her. ‘Don’t argue with her, obey her every wish, and treat her like a queen.’ Bhakti was so happy. She thanked Mr. Mehta and hurried home to start her plot of murdering her mother-in-law.

Weeks went by, and months went by, and every other day, Bhakti served the specially treated food to her mother-in-law. She remembered what Mr. Mehta had said about avoiding suspicion, so she controlled her temper! , obeyed her mother-in-law, and treated her like her own mother.

After six months had passed, the whole household had changed.. Bhakti had practiced controlling her temper so much that she found that she almost never got mad or upset. She hadn’t had an argument with her mother-in-law in six months because she now seemed much kinder and easier to get along with.

The mother-in-law’s attitude toward Bhakti changed, and she began to love Bhakti like her own daughter. She kept telling friends and relatives that Bhakti was the best daughter-in-law one could ever find. Bhakti and her mother-in-law were now treating each other like a real mother and daughter. Bhakti’s husband was very happy to see what
was happening.

Change the World

One day, Bhakti came to see Mr. Mehta and asked for his help again She said, ‘Dear Mr. Mehta, please help me to keep the poison from killing my mother-in-law. She’s changed into such a nice woman, and I love her like my own mother. I do not want her to die because of the poison I gave her.’
Mr. Mehta smiled and nodded his head. ‘Bhakti, there’s nothing to worry about. I never gave you any poison. The herbs I gave you were vitamins to improve her health. The only poison was in your mind and your attitude toward her, but that has been all washed away by the love which you gave to her.’

HAVE YOU REALIZED that how you treat others is exactly how they will treat you?

Moral – We don’t expect the World to change. But if we changed ourselves, we will change the World.

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Do you know My story

Tuffy as Friend

Hi all…. Do you know my story?

I was found at straying on the street where someone pick me up and send me to a foster home. I am 5-10yrs old according to vet and weighted close to 19kg. I am a medium size dog. I like to play with my fellow beagle friend and we spend most of our time together. But I also love my human friends.. whenever I see them I will run up and wag my tail with a big smile… I am a sweet boy right. 

Mummy says that they are looking for a forever home for me. Will you be my human friend and help me to get a home… I will be good boy and give you my big smile… my smile can melt all your hearts you know.. Thanks you in advance…  Woof woof and tail wagging..

Tuffy as Friend

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A Short Story

A Short Story on
King and The Loving Dogs

The late king of a certain community had ten wild dogs. He used them to torture and eat any of his servants who made a mistake. One of the servants gave an opinion which was wrong, and the king didn’t like it at all. So he ordered that the servant be thrown to the dogs.
The servant said, “I served you for ten years, and you do this to me? Please give me ten days before throwing me to those dogs!” The king agreed.

In those ten days, the servant went to the guard who looks after the dogs and told him he would like to serve the dogs for the next ten days. The guard was baffled but agreed, and the servant started feeding the dogs, cleaning for them, bathing them, and providing all sorts of comfort for them.

When the ten days were over, the king ordered that the servant be thrown to the dogs for his punishment. When he was thrown in, we were all amazed to see the ravenous dogs only licking the feet of the servant!
The king, baffled at what he was seeing, said,
”What has happened to my dogs?”
The servant replied, “I served the dogs for only ten days, and they didn’t forget my service. Yet I served you for a whole ten years and you forgot all, at my first mistake!”
The king realised his mistake and ordered the servant to be set free.

This post is a message to all those who forget the good things a person did for them as soon as the person makes a mistake towards them. Don’t put out the history that is filled with good because of a mistake you don’t like.

Blogs and stories by Kriti Bhargava

The Last Meeting

The Last Meeting

The Last Meeting
The Last Meeting

A careless strand of hair was wandering aimlessly on her face as she leaned dangerously close to the edge of the terrace. An air of sadness had surrounded her which was noticeable from a distance. Her round black eyes looked so silent, dull. It was as if someone had dried the emotions in them. She closed her eyes to release some droplets of water. She let open the bun and allowed the breeze to play with her hair. She wanted to grasp a lot of air to breathe in that moment.

I went to her and held her hand. She never grasped mine, though. She half smiled as she took another drag. That was his cigarette and I remember that smile, that’s the saddest smile I have ever seen.

I dint know what to say, so I chose silence.

A li’l while later, I gathered the courage to speak something up.

“You want to share something?”

She turned towards me and stared blankly at me. Her stare sedated me to numbness. It was like a drug that tranquilized my soul and scared me to death. Her eye contact felt like a conversation of centuries had just come to an end. The tears resting on her cheeks conveyed that they had traveled through her eyes only after tearing her heart apart. Till date, I have never found enough words to convey what her face showed that day but somewhere deep down in my heart, that image has always stayed. That face is one of the reasons I am afraid of love.




After a couple of hours, she started walking towards the stairs.

“Are you sure you’ll be okay?” I asked.

“No. I am never gonna be fucking okay.” She replied with a straight face.

“You do know it wasn’t your fault, right? He was a difficult thing from the very start.” I tried calming her down.

“And who said love was gonna be easy?” She smiled as another tear made way through her eyes.

“Atleast tell me what happened, Garima.” I pleaded.

“No, Vineet. Aarav kept his stories to himself.” She sighed. “And I will always be his story. Always!”

I was rendered speechless. She walked down the stairs towards her house.


I couldn’t find Aarav for a couple of months thereafter. He was hibernating somewhere no one knew about. I never got to know much about their last meeting even after I met him though. But I read the last page of his diary once which read.

‘Abandoning her, he walked away silently but his silence was loud enough to turn her deaf towards life, perhaps forever.’

And that I think was enough to understand the whole scenario.

Somehow, in my heart, I knew he was in love with Garima, too. He was just unaware of this fact.

On the other hand, she never spoke about him but she thought of him every night because somewhere in the dark alleys of her heart, he was very much alive. The memories where they had shared a laugh, or when he granted her a long beary hug, or even a soft peck on her forehead was still very much fresh in her mind. His voice still echoed in the deep crevices of her mind. His favourite cigarette and alcohol was hers now, every night. She could never let him go.

I could see all this in the way she behaved, the way she led her life. She had Aarav written all over her.

Although, she had a sparkling smile put on her lips but her eyes always carried a bleak shadow of suffering. Pain. And those eyes always made me wonder whether it was a wrong decision to let her go on that path of loving Aarav, the writer friend. Had I been a good friend? But I whenever I met Aarav, I saw similar scars beneath his mask. Trust me; they were no different than Garima’s.

Aarav stopped meeting any new person from that day. He immersed himself in his office work and alcohol thereafter. He went non-existent to the world around him.

Whenever I saw them, I knew they had to be together. Garima had always been Aarav’s but off late Aarav was all about Garima, too. They were the only ones who could complete each other.

But, sadly, life has its own ways and they never met thereafter…,





Until one day.…