Originals

sa.re: I wrote this back in June, 2015 in lettrs. I remember it was a song challenge and I wrote this story. Unfortunately lettrs has taken the decision to take down their website and app. I could save some of my writings so I decided why not upload them here. Hope you like it.

                               She waited in the dark, With Words of Poison tips Ready to lash out, At a moment’s notice. Her defenses were thorny, Weak and lonely She wanted to trust, But her suspicions laid all to dust.                                                      - Krabbit 

    I keep the voices inside of me, screaming of defeat and failure. Words I prefer not to put into the decorated pit of despair. I wish I could be more. Do a little more. Just a tiny bit more-- than what I am.  sa.re

I had words once,  enough of them to fill  my empty spaces, to soothe my aching Loneliness.  It's all dried up now,  spaces remain empty and  I am left speechless  in a hollow room.    sa.re

  The Three Little Brides   -  by Krabbit DISCLAIMER : This is a work of fiction loosely inspired by the Netflix movie ‘Bulbbul’ and various sources such as books ,the internet and  in-numerous tales that contribute to the oral culture of storytelling. This story has depictions of Bengali Hindu weddings and in no way claims the accuracy of the rituals portrayed. There is no fixed time period for this story so  creative liberties have been taken with  setting and social norms and practices.