Orange Stories

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...