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Move On Story After a break-up for a month Adit tried to convince Aanya to come back, only to get the same answer for each different effort. Aadit please understand, I have thought a lot but I think we shouldn't be together anymore, said Aanya. He asked what's wrong, what's changed. Aanya repeated I want a different life than yours. Aadit tried to persuade her with all the promises he can think of. But... (Continuing in the caption) 🖤🖤 #shortstory #MoveOnStory #heartbreak #lovestory #yqbaba #grishmastories #yostowrimo #yostowrimo2020bygrishma But nothing changed as everything was changed. In the next 6 months, Aadit got worse every day. And days when he saw Aanya hanging with his new friend, it drenched his soul with pain. Every day he promised to forget her. Yet every now and then he finds things which remind him of her, the misery of all the heartbreak. Till the march, every day he had hoped to see her as their homes

Move On Story After a break-up for a month Adit tried to convince Aanya to come back, only to get the same answer for each different effort. Aadit please understand, I have thought a lot but I think we shouldn't be together anymore, said Aanya. He asked what's wrong, what's changed. Aanya repeated I want a different life than yours. Aadit tried to persuade her with all the promises he can think of. But... (Continuing in the caption) 🖤🖤 #shortstory #MoveOnStory #heartbreak #lovestory #yqbaba #grishmastories #yostowrimo #yostowrimo2020bygrishma But nothing changed as everything was changed. In the next 6 months, Aadit got worse every day. And days when he saw Aanya hanging with his new friend, it drenched his soul with pain. Every day he promised to forget her. Yet every now and then he finds things which remind him of her, the misery of all the heartbreak. Till the march, every day he had hoped to see her as their homes

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"Murder Story" ---------------------- "Why you want to become a murderer?" "What do you mean?" "You are suffocating him every day. So he will die soon." "I am not doing anything." "Yes, You do every day. In fact, you are doing right now." "What? I am just... (Continuing in the caption.) 🥀🥀 #shortstory #MurderStory #fictionalconversation #fictionaboutreality #yqbaba #grishmastories #yostowrimo #yostowrimo2020bygrishma "What? I am just watering this plant. It needs it." "Yes exactly. You are giving too much water. More than it needs or it can take. It won't be able to grow or it will be slower. You are murdering its natural growing process." "Hmm." (In deep thought.)

"Murder Story" ---------------------- "Why you want to become a murderer?" "What do you mean?" "You are suffocating him every day. So he will die soon." "I am not doing anything." "Yes, You do every day. In fact, you are doing right now." "What? I am just... (Continuing in the caption.) 🥀🥀 #shortstory #MurderStory #fictionalconversation #fictionaboutreality #yqbaba #grishmastories #yostowrimo #yostowrimo2020bygrishma "What? I am just watering this plant. It needs it." "Yes exactly. You are giving too much water. More than it needs or it can take. It won't be able to grow or it will be slower. You are murdering its natural growing process." "Hmm." (In deep thought.)

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we talk, do video calls. After every call that thought comes to me what if I would have told her that I wanted to break up. (Continuing in the caption) ❤️☕☕❤️ #shortstory #lastcoffee #lovestory #forever #yqbaba #grishmastories #YoStoWriMo #yostowrimo2020bygrishma Collaborating with YourQuote Baba Yes, I wanted to break up but before we finish our coffee she left for her train. That local train which used to take her away from me every evening and bring back to me every morning. I thought I can wait for 2 days and once the weekend will be over I will talk to her. Though she knew I already have my visa and will be going to the US in a few days

we talk, do video calls. After every call that thought comes to me what if I would have told her that I wanted to break up. (Continuing in the caption) ❤️☕☕❤️ #shortstory #lastcoffee #lovestory #forever #yqbaba #grishmastories #YoStoWriMo #yostowrimo2020bygrishma Collaborating with YourQuote Baba Yes, I wanted to break up but before we finish our coffee she left for her train. That local train which used to take her away from me every evening and bring back to me every morning. I thought I can wait for 2 days and once the weekend will be over I will talk to her. Though she knew I already have my visa and will be going to the US in a few days

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Stealing Hey, why your friend is always worried? Because she is a thief. Ohh, really? What is she stealing? Well, she steals what is hers. Huh, What do you mean? She steals her own peace by overthinking and self-doubts. 🖤🖤 #stealingstory #microfiction #life #selflove #yqbaba #grishmastories #yostowrimo #yostowrimo2020bygrishma

Stealing Hey, why your friend is always worried? Because she is a thief. Ohh, really? What is she stealing? Well, she steals what is hers. Huh, What do you mean? She steals her own peace by overthinking and self-doubts. 🖤🖤 #stealingstory #microfiction #life #selflove #yqbaba #grishmastories #yostowrimo #yostowrimo2020bygrishma

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Headache Aastha: (Speaking loudly) Mom. Sumi: Aastha, please don't shout. I am having a headache. (Aastha silently moves towards her room) Sharad: Sumi where is my tea? Aastha: (Rushed to him) Papa, don't speak loudly. Mom is having a headache. Sharad: I don't understand why your mom has a headache almost every Sunday. Sumi: Here is your tea. Breakfast is on the table. Aastha, afterwards please get back to your room and study. Sharad: Are you not eating? Sumi: (Irritated) No, I will eat later. Sharad: Eat something and take medicines, your headache will be gone. Sumi: It won't. Sumi went back to the kitchen and continued with her chores. After 2 hours, when Sharad came back from Sunday cricket. There was some comedy movie playing on the TV in full volume. Sumi was laughing like she was not having any problem.) Sumi: (Waved to him with a smile) Hey. Sharad looked at her daughter with a question mark on his face. Aastha came towards him. Aastha: (In a low voice) Are you still wondering about her headache? Sharad nodded. Aastha: (Pointed towards a lady) Well, amma cancelled her Sunday afternoon leave and mom's headache went on leave. 🤯😓🤯😓 #headache #shortstory #fiction #daytodaylifestoriesbygrishma #yqbaba #grishmastories #yostowrimo #yostowrimo2020bygrishma

Headache Aastha: (Speaking loudly) Mom. Sumi: Aastha, please don't shout. I am having a headache. (Aastha silently moves towards her room) Sharad: Sumi where is my tea? Aastha: (Rushed to him) Papa, don't speak loudly. Mom is having a headache. Sharad: I don't understand why your mom has a headache almost every Sunday. Sumi: Here is your tea. Breakfast is on the table. Aastha, afterwards please get back to your room and study. Sharad: Are you not eating? Sumi: (Irritated) No, I will eat later. Sharad: Eat something and take medicines, your headache will be gone. Sumi: It won't. Sumi went back to the kitchen and continued with her chores. After 2 hours, when Sharad came back from Sunday cricket. There was some comedy movie playing on the TV in full volume. Sumi was laughing like she was not having any problem.) Sumi: (Waved to him with a smile) Hey. Sharad looked at her daughter with a question mark on his face. Aastha came towards him. Aastha: (In a low voice) Are you still wondering about her headache? Sharad nodded. Aastha: (Pointed towards a lady) Well, amma cancelled her Sunday afternoon leave and mom's headache went on leave. 🤯😓🤯😓 #headache #shortstory #fiction #daytodaylifestoriesbygrishma #yqbaba #grishmastories #yostowrimo #yostowrimo2020bygrishma

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The Diary I was very late on that day. Luckily I didn't miss the last bus. Though it was 9 p.m., there were many people on the bus. Unlike me, no one seemed to be bothered like it was their routine. I was already irritated but getting more annoyed by the girl sitting beside me. She was calmly listening to music as that was the only thing she was born to do. I was agitated as I lost my schedule. Everyone at the office knows I hate to be late being a big supporter of work-life balance. But only a few people know about my OCD of being particular of time. And summer was enjoying my anxiety by making me sweat. My skin was getting dull. I thought to cut off from all the afternoon outdoor meetings for a few months. I placed my bag on the shelf. Before I sat that girl asked me to put her bag as well on the shelf which was same as mine. After reaching home I took a shower. I already ate at the office, only perk of late work that I don't have to cook dinner. So I decided to complete the journey of hundred pages to reach the second part of the novel. But when I opened my bag instead of my paperback I found someone's diary in it. (Continuing in the caption) 🖤🖤 #thediary #fiction #shortstory #unfair #yqbaba #grishmastories #yostowrimo #yostowrimo2020bygrishma It was a white colour diary. I realised it was not my bag. By mistake, I brought the bag of that music girl. Finally, I was angry because I lost the novel which I was trying to finish from days. I was not worried about the bag since it didn't have any other belonging except for one water bottle and my book. Generally, I don't peep into people's life except they are the characters of stories.

The Diary I was very late on that day. Luckily I didn't miss the last bus. Though it was 9 p.m., there were many people on the bus. Unlike me, no one seemed to be bothered like it was their routine. I was already irritated but getting more annoyed by the girl sitting beside me. She was calmly listening to music as that was the only thing she was born to do. I was agitated as I lost my schedule. Everyone at the office knows I hate to be late being a big supporter of work-life balance. But only a few people know about my OCD of being particular of time. And summer was enjoying my anxiety by making me sweat. My skin was getting dull. I thought to cut off from all the afternoon outdoor meetings for a few months. I placed my bag on the shelf. Before I sat that girl asked me to put her bag as well on the shelf which was same as mine. After reaching home I took a shower. I already ate at the office, only perk of late work that I don't have to cook dinner. So I decided to complete the journey of hundred pages to reach the second part of the novel. But when I opened my bag instead of my paperback I found someone's diary in it. (Continuing in the caption) 🖤🖤 #thediary #fiction #shortstory #unfair #yqbaba #grishmastories #yostowrimo #yostowrimo2020bygrishma It was a white colour diary. I realised it was not my bag. By mistake, I brought the bag of that music girl. Finally, I was angry because I lost the novel which I was trying to finish from days. I was not worried about the bag since it didn't have any other belonging except for one water bottle and my book. Generally, I don't peep into people's life except they are the characters of stories.

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Encounter with an old friend After lockdown, I got a call from an old friend. One who used to be a best friend in school. Like all the "bestest friends" we were inseparable. We used to leave our school together. Only to reach home late since we always had a lot of things to talk about. I can't recall all of them today. However, we always had so many things to discuss that after reaching home we used to make good use of free calls on a landline. Before our schools can part us, we parted ourselves. I lost trust from her when I found her sharing secrets with her new friends. Yes, it seems secret sharing is somehow always been the most important part of friendship in school or sometimes afterwards as well. We used to have a call every once in a while when she calls. Most of the time I answered. But I rarely used to call first. After each call, I was there doing needful. Over the years I realised each time I got a call there was something needed from me. And today, when she called, for the first time I was finding myself uninterested. Literally making efforts to talk. Like I was just waiting for a favour to be asked. But... (Continuing in the caption) ✍️✍️ #encounterstory #shortstory #fiction #friendship #yqbaba #grishmastories #yostowrimo #yostowrimo2020bygrishma But like nowadays everything has changed, I heard something different. "I called you just to know how you are doing." I was a bit shocked but neither happy nor embarrassed by my behaviour. I managed to finish the call with good words. It is not that I don't need friends. But maybe I have moved ahead from that friendship, I grew over it. A friendship that gave me a lesson to rememb

Encounter with an old friend After lockdown, I got a call from an old friend. One who used to be a best friend in school. Like all the "bestest friends" we were inseparable. We used to leave our school together. Only to reach home late since we always had a lot of things to talk about. I can't recall all of them today. However, we always had so many things to discuss that after reaching home we used to make good use of free calls on a landline. Before our schools can part us, we parted ourselves. I lost trust from her when I found her sharing secrets with her new friends. Yes, it seems secret sharing is somehow always been the most important part of friendship in school or sometimes afterwards as well. We used to have a call every once in a while when she calls. Most of the time I answered. But I rarely used to call first. After each call, I was there doing needful. Over the years I realised each time I got a call there was something needed from me. And today, when she called, for the first time I was finding myself uninterested. Literally making efforts to talk. Like I was just waiting for a favour to be asked. But... (Continuing in the caption) ✍️✍️ #encounterstory #shortstory #fiction #friendship #yqbaba #grishmastories #yostowrimo #yostowrimo2020bygrishma But like nowadays everything has changed, I heard something different. "I called you just to know how you are doing." I was a bit shocked but neither happy nor embarrassed by my behaviour. I managed to finish the call with good words. It is not that I don't need friends. But maybe I have moved ahead from that friendship, I grew over it. A friendship that gave me a lesson to rememb

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Reunion After 30 years, it is the first reunion for the commerce batch of 1987-1989 of Sita Kanya Vidyalaya. It was the number one girls' school in the city at that time and having the same status today. Most of the students of that batch are settled in life. Some of them became a housewife and some homemaker. Few of them somehow managed to have a career and home both. There was only one exception Aastha Mehta. She just not only established her career but created opportunities for others. Not only by giving financial help but sharing her time as a mentor, too. She was invited as a student as well as the chief guest who will give a speech to the girls at school, who are aspiring to become something in life like her. After the speech, Aastha was busy talking with the trustee committee. And all the girls of her class Div-A were gathered around a round table. Almost all of them were talking about her. Suddenly Ram)na said she knows the secret about her. All the ears turned towards her. Ramona: She is so rich today. But it is not from always. (Continuing in the captions) ✍️✍️ #reunionstory #fiction #shortstory #secret #yqbaba #grishmastories #yostowrimomay #yostowrimo2020bygrishma Ramona: She is so rich today. But it is not from always. Saumya: Yeah, we know she was not from a rich family. Her mother worked as a house help to get her educated. Ramona: Yes that everyone knows. But does anyone know she too worked as a maid?

Reunion After 30 years, it is the first reunion for the commerce batch of 1987-1989 of Sita Kanya Vidyalaya. It was the number one girls' school in the city at that time and having the same status today. Most of the students of that batch are settled in life. Some of them became a housewife and some homemaker. Few of them somehow managed to have a career and home both. There was only one exception Aastha Mehta. She just not only established her career but created opportunities for others. Not only by giving financial help but sharing her time as a mentor, too. She was invited as a student as well as the chief guest who will give a speech to the girls at school, who are aspiring to become something in life like her. After the speech, Aastha was busy talking with the trustee committee. And all the girls of her class Div-A were gathered around a round table. Almost all of them were talking about her. Suddenly Ram)na said she knows the secret about her. All the ears turned towards her. Ramona: She is so rich today. But it is not from always. (Continuing in the captions) ✍️✍️ #reunionstory #fiction #shortstory #secret #yqbaba #grishmastories #yostowrimomay #yostowrimo2020bygrishma Ramona: She is so rich today. But it is not from always. Saumya: Yeah, we know she was not from a rich family. Her mother worked as a house help to get her educated. Ramona: Yes that everyone knows. But does anyone know she too worked as a maid?

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Because my love for you was turning into an obsession and I didn't want your love to be treated as treatment. 🖤🖤 #whydidyouleave #microfiction #obsession #respectforlove #yqbaba #grishmastories #YoStoWriMo #yostowrimo2020bygrishma Collaborating with YourQuote Baba

Because my love for you was turning into an obsession and I didn't want your love to be treated as treatment. 🖤🖤 #whydidyouleave #microfiction #obsession #respectforlove #yqbaba #grishmastories #YoStoWriMo #yostowrimo2020bygrishma Collaborating with YourQuote Baba

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Balcony Story Mrs Banerjee is putting up clothes on a rack in the balcony. Akasha: Hello ma'am, I am Akasha your balcony neighbour. Mrs Banerjee looked up and tried to see, from where voice is coming. It was from the nearby building but not in the same complex she lives. Mrs Banerjee: Hello beta, I have never seen you before. Actually, we came here just before a week of this lockdown. Aksha: Yeah, I know this apartment was locked from months. And don't worry, nobody ever sees me. I am ok. Mrs Banerjee: Oh beta, so sorry to hear that. You can talk to me whenever you want. Don't feel lonely. Aksha: Thank you. From that day onwards, it was a routine for Mrs Banerjee to come in the balcony at 8 AM with a cup of tea. And 4 PM with a cup of coffee. They talked from food to fashion. Sometimes even Mrs Banerjee talk to her about the issues at her home and other time they listen to each other's stories of childhood and so on. Today they are talking about Aksha's breakup. (Continuing in the caption) ✍️✍️ #BalconyStory #fiction #shortstory #storyteller #YoStoWriMo #yostowrimo2020bygrishma #yqbaba #grishmastories Today they are talking about Aksha's breakup. Aksha: (She was sobbing) He cheated with me because of another girl. And never regretted it. I told him I can't live without him. He said he don't care even if I die. Mrs Banerjee: Everything will be alright.

Balcony Story Mrs Banerjee is putting up clothes on a rack in the balcony. Akasha: Hello ma'am, I am Akasha your balcony neighbour. Mrs Banerjee looked up and tried to see, from where voice is coming. It was from the nearby building but not in the same complex she lives. Mrs Banerjee: Hello beta, I have never seen you before. Actually, we came here just before a week of this lockdown. Aksha: Yeah, I know this apartment was locked from months. And don't worry, nobody ever sees me. I am ok. Mrs Banerjee: Oh beta, so sorry to hear that. You can talk to me whenever you want. Don't feel lonely. Aksha: Thank you. From that day onwards, it was a routine for Mrs Banerjee to come in the balcony at 8 AM with a cup of tea. And 4 PM with a cup of coffee. They talked from food to fashion. Sometimes even Mrs Banerjee talk to her about the issues at her home and other time they listen to each other's stories of childhood and so on. Today they are talking about Aksha's breakup. (Continuing in the caption) ✍️✍️ #BalconyStory #fiction #shortstory #storyteller #YoStoWriMo #yostowrimo2020bygrishma #yqbaba #grishmastories Today they are talking about Aksha's breakup. Aksha: (She was sobbing) He cheated with me because of another girl. And never regretted it. I told him I can't live without him. He said he don't care even if I die. Mrs Banerjee: Everything will be alright.