Orange Stories

We 'military kids' are raised differently. Being a daughter of a fauji, I have experienced and concluded that our upbringing is wierd. I am not saying it's inappropriate but it's ...it's just WIERD.  And I am writing about this today because something funny happened.  ******* It was almost six in the evening when my mom returned from Sunday Market which is actually a weekly vegetable and fruit market in a nearby field. As soon as we heard her footsteps on our porch, we all jolted and ran to the door to welcome her. We all are in mid 20s but we still run to mom or dad when they return from market, like toddlers do. Now before we could have the bags from her hands, she said "Aren't you guys alive! Kids have plucked all the flowers! Were you all sleeping!? Go and look what they have done...." Baffled, I went outside and found that someone had plucked a flower or two from our mini garden, and had spread the petals on the front road like you sprinkle choppe...

One day, I talked to you about how I wanted to be a fashion designer and turned to be a teacher later. Though this profession was chosen by destiny for me, but now this has become an important part of my life.  Recently I got the chance to teach at a central government school of Tripura. I must say, that was the happiest and most enlightening experience of my life.  It actually taught me what it means to be a teacher. So on this auspicious occasion of Teacher's Day, I want to share this beautiful poem by James J. Metcalf.  I want to teach my children how to live this life on earth, To face its struggles and its strife and to improve their worth. Not just the lesson in a book or how the rivers flow, But how to choose the proper path wherever they may go. To understand eternal truth and know right from wrong, And gather all the beauty of a flower and a song. For if I help the world to grow in wisdom and in grace, Then I shall feel that I have won and I have filled my place....

युद्ध यह विशाल है गड़ी जो मन में नाल है, एक सदी का बोझ लिए चल रहा जो लाल है। दीप्ति जिसका भाल है, प्रचंड है कमाल है, शंख का उद्घोष सुन मन में जिसके  काल हैं, जिस गली से होकर गुजरी रुदन का बखान है, मृत्यु जिसके चाल से मिला रही जो चाल है। विमल है विकराल है, तेज उसके मुंह पर जैसे स्वयं महाकाल है, युद्ध यह विशाल है गड़ी जो मन में नाल है,  एक सदी का बोझ लिए चल रहा जो लाल है।   - आलोक दुबे ( Follow Alok Dubey on Instagram ) Hey guys!  This was a beautiful composition by Alok Dubey. If  you also want to get published here, contact - https://www.instagram.com/neha_agri/

Everything was white and lull. It seemed the world has turned black and white. And life was running like an inaudible movie.  Fog was making it difficult to see further than a few metres and the cold wind was restraining me from  moving forward. The small bundle wrapped in shawl on my back felt heavy. I pulled my clock with my unsteady hands to secure it more tightly. I could feel the numbness of my fingers and toes. My breast was aching due to shortness of breath, and with each new step, it ached more.  After a few more steps, my feet disagreed to move further. I ceased. I turned back to see in the same direction from where I was coming. The trailing signs of my footsteps were making it apparent that I have come a long way. I kept gazing at my footsteps. Fatigue was overpowering my mind. The picture in front of me was turning blur. But I abstained myself from closing my eyes. I was jolted by a sudden violent gust of cold wind.  It brought me back to...

Hello everyone, Welcome to Orange Stories . This is yet another guest post by Syona Tiwari . It's overwhelming to see that so many people fancy for writing stories. Hopefully, you'll enjoy reading it. Happy reading ♥️ THE STORY ... As the evening turned,  Abby  walked alongside  Brynt , frantically expressing her mind in and out. The tall guy listened  closely to the worried girl when they both met for their daily stroll, through the gritted road paved alongside the park, occupied with people minding their own errands. Some walking in groups, others contemplating their day long toil, while some gearing up for the completion of unfinished works. "No I don't wish to do it!"  Abby exclaimed in despair. "I  am not happy with the course of things that's going around me, and do not wish to continue living like this under the suppression and expectations of fulfilling the role of someone, which I am not. I don't know where I am he...

Hello folks, How are you doing? This lockdown is tiresome, right? But life is all about optimism. Soon every thing will be fine, life will be on the same old track and we will be busy again. But there is a lot you can do in this lockdown too. Binge my stories ! Here is another original   story for you. Go ahead!  Happy reading ♥️ THE STORY … "Wake up Zainab, its almost 3:45. You'll miss suhoor. If you don't wake up I'll  not allow you to do the fasting …" Oh! The fast, I was supposed to wake up for the pre dawn meal. "Zainaaaab ..." I could sense a slight impatience in my mother's voice.  Aaha!   I could smell something warm and delicious. I threw my self out and ran to the kitchen. Before I could entre, I stumbled upon mom. "Watch your steps, beta. How many times have I told you not to run?" " Ammi , I'll also do the fasting …" "Then go and wash up yourself ..." before she could complete her ...

Namaste! Sorry for the late post guys. I have been busy with my semester exams. But better late then never. Well, here is a fiction story for you. But this may be the story of every second person belonging to septuagenarians'  category. We often feel irksome around elderly people. So, today I have dedicated this story to all the old generation folks. I have kept it short . Hopefully, you'll enjoy reading this. Share if you like and show your love by commenting. Happy reading ♥️ THE STORY … The armchair creaked as I stood to close the window. Before I could reach for it, the wind threw it open and a huge volume of cold air made its way inside my warm room. My face was hit by the chilled air. Yes, that stung but my face refused to move back. I closed my eyes. I inhaled as much air as I could, paused for a while and exhaled slowly. I wanted more of it.  My nose and ears started getting numb. I pushed my thoughts away and clos...

Hey readers, Hopefully, you are doing better than just good. I am totally in love with writing for you. I am writing another story for you (will publish it soon!). But today, I have something else in box for you. A guest post! Yes, this is a guest post , a poem by Jaya Dutta . Happy reading ♥️ ******* Through Instagram, life looks so perfect, Every post and story shows some kind of prosperity, Sometimes I feel it's time to resurrect, Whether it's time to change the thought of Instagram being the ultimate superiority. People with more followers are the happiest, People with less followers are not very well, But this kind of thinking does not look the sexiest, Because there are many other things for the people to tell. Maybe you all already know these things, Maybe I look like a maniac saying all this, But I have heard and seen many of such thinking, So, today I thought of penning down all this. In reality, life is a mess, Non...

Dear Love, We have been doing so great so far. We both have been so strong till now. But I want some promises from you. There may be times when you would be so angry that you would choose to stay silent rather than expressing. But your silence makes me feel that I am loosing you, so promise me you would talk to me whatever be the situation. We would have arguments and fights. Promise me, you won't stop saying good morning to me however dark the night be. I am very stubborn sometimes. You always do every possible thing to make me happy. But promise me, you would tell me when this gets heavier for you. I may get very impatient and frustrated with the world around me. But promise me, you'll always have the patience to give me time so that I can set back to normal. I am a human. I can get very insecure at times. Insecure from any small thing that would take you away from me. Promise me, you would make me feel safer. There may be times when we won't be able to see each other for...

Hello folks! Today's story is a special story. There are times when I feel an urge to write to just lift up my mood. This is that kind of story. You can call this a self love story . Hopefully, this will give a freshness to your soul.  Happy reading ♥️ THE STORY ... Before leaving, I had double checked up on myself in the mirror. My d ress was fine. I had carefully applied the kajal. Also the lipstick shade was okay. I am not a pro at these makeup things but I guess, I was up to the mark (hopefully). I was still not sure. Do I really want this? I have been away from  this person  for so long that now I don't feel acquainted with  this person . So technically, you can say we are strangers now. And I am so reckless with strangers that I am confident, this meeting is going to be a disaster. But then everything around me these days, is almost a disaster. I am absolutely ready for one more. I checked my phone. 10:30 AM. I am not late. I could fe...

Hello readers, Time for a new story ! But wait. This is not a regular story. This is just an experience that I got a few months back. This is a kind of journal story . You may get some information from this story , therefore I chose to write this. Before writing this, I googled for some information. Read, enjoy and share!  Happy learning  ❤ THE STORY … "May I have your attention please, train no. 15013 Jaisalmer to Kathgodam Ranikhet express, scheduled to arrive at 9:10 pm is running late by 1 hour 15 minutes ..." and remaining I didn't care to listen because my train was late by a whole one hour and an exasperating 15 minutes! I dragged my bag reluctantly and found a niche to sit. I took my phone out and started scrolling through my gallery. "Excuse me..." I looked up from my phone to check if it was meant for me. An elderly person (whose countenance was resembling Jackie Chan) was glancing towards me. "Yes, how can I help?" ...

Hi everyone, Since you have been reading and supporting so much, I feel obliged to do this. Some of my readers suggested me to write something impactful on a serious social issue. So I have come up with a short story . Share this story if you agree. Happy reading ♥️ THE STORY … "Hanuman, you know it right, where to deliver this?" "Yes, Lord. I have stamped the address in my mind. I'll deliver it exactly where you want." "Good. I trust you. Let me read it once again. I have heard that you get trolled a lot even for a slightest mistake. Don't know what has happened to people these days ..." Dear child Narendra, I tried to connect you many times but due to some unknown reasons I couldn't convey my message to you. I guess I'll have to talk to my colleague gods so that we can also develop a communication system like humans. That small big thing that you keep in your pocket is pretty cool.   Well I have a very crucial thi...

Hey readers! Here's another true story  for you. This one is a love story that may leave you in awe. I just wanted to share this story with you because this story is about a very near and dear one.  Happy Reading ♥️ THE STORY ... "No, don't!" I was startled by her voice. She took the boulder that I had lifted over upto my forehead and kept it aside. "How will I crack this dadi?" I pouted and held the walnut to show her. I was just six. She took my walnut, smacked it thrice on the same boulder and to my astonishment, it cracked open! My walnut! She could see the joy on my face. She stood up and went somewhere inside (I don't know to which corner of house because I  was busy eating the recently cracked thing) to come back with a handful of walnuts. Wow!! More walnuts!! I dropped what I had in my hands and reached for the new ones with my eyes wide open spilling the sudden surge of happiness. DADI. It should be an epithet for patience,...

Hey there, this is my first story on this blog. This is a true story inspired by an episode of my life. I chose to write about this because I wanted to give you a hint of how it feels if you don't open up to your parents about your dreams and aims in life at right point of time.   Hopefully, this will be an inspirational story  that will inspire you to talk to your parents about anything you wish to talk about. Happy Reading ♥️ THE STORY … Everyone was glued to the computer screen as if someone would show up and say "Hey!!! Your work is done. You have shattered her dreams. Congratulations!!!" I rolled my eyes at the screen and informed (myself more than everybody around) about the mail being received by the person on the other end. I stood up, saw the needles of clock (it was 11 past something at night) and I went to bed. I could hear my siblings chattering and my parents muttering in the room. Finding it unbearable, I chose to put a pillow ov...