Suppressed Stories

Jagga is a very bright Chamar (underprivileged) boy of 18. He brutally murders the rapist of his widowed mother and escapes to Delhi to seek shelter. The murder haunts him. And the police are on his heels. While Jagga is walking on the road, an industrialist loses control of his car and hits a tree. He is seriously injured. Jagga takes him to the hospital and saves his life. The rich family feels indebted to him. They provide him lodging and help him join a YOGA Ashram to find direction for his vagrant life. Unhappy and seeking mental peace, Jagga spends a year in the Ashram that provides him physical and spiritual training to salvage his tortured soul. Jagga misses his mother. The police are still hot on his trail. He goes back to the village and whisks his mother away. His mother tells him how a police Inspector brutalized her in his absence, trying to elicit information on Jagga. Jagga keeps giving the police a slip. But he is tortured by the desire to avenge the Inspector. In his struggle between doing the right thing and taking revenge on the Inspector, Jagga faces the final dilemma of his life. What did he choose: the life of a yogi or to commit another murder?

A new enemy had surfaced in 1944 and destroyed everyone

Was it really my choice? Or just the only option I was trained to believe in?

Don't keep your emotions bottled up.

How does yours end? Or is it never over?

Sharing my creative journey, one piece at a time. Quality doesn't matter, expression does.

A short story of a teenage boy leaving house for his studies #shortstory #teenage #feelings

This potrays a very hard topic that happens every now and then in our society. And hence we still be shy to speak about it. That should not be the case .

It was a cycle that we were used to but, this kind of cycle was hard to get used to. Warning: This story may trigger some unwanted thoughts and feelings. Read at your own risk.

Senses Less Expressed Feelings Hardly Felt Matters Mostly Ignored Family We Forgive Lessons Learnt From Processes To Trust

Join Will Drake on his quirky adventure, of statuses and issues put together to form a rather delightful experience. Copyright. All rights reserved. traumanic

We take pride in being oppressed.We want everyone to listen our story of being suppressed.We want to be suppressed and then we eventually change into oppressors.This world becomes a place less of humans but full of oppressors.

When life throws you obstacles, you have no choice but to face it. Because life is like that. Radha, a seventeen year old girl who was just learning about herself and others around her, ends up being the victim of child marriage, a quite popular custom in the 17th century. Can she make herself love this man who claims to be in love with her even though they've never met before? And when she does, the cruel minds of fate have something else in mind.. A terrible accident leaves her a widow, but not for life. The inhuman tradition of killing off widows threaten to rob her of the life she's just learnt to love. What happens to Radha? This is the story of a young girl who dared to risk it all for love..

Suppression is death's comfort zone and authenticity is life's sanctuary

"News is what somebody somewhere wants to suppress; all the rest is advertising."

Resonance of Being: A Journey Within" Gently..... I tried to arise to seek my true-self... Entwined in the shackles of conventional echoes of 'shoulds' and 'musts'... Withheld by norms of rights and wrongs.... Pulled back by protocols of this isn't and that is nots.. In the depths of silence, tried to paint screams on the canvas of solitude, before they could echo....messed by the brush of judgments.... An introverted soul yearned to break the silence, yet each attempt to vocalize trampled by the weight of judgments and societal scrutiny. Amidst the labyrinth of conflicts, anxiety, and depression, the flames of inner turmoil blazed higher fueling self-doubt and low esteem. Though continued to stifled within the stigmas of 'good for nothing,' 'clogged head' and what nots ..... Yet the journey to speak out became a silent battle against the echoes of "so called societal contractors".... Bled in silence, proud to own scars...Impalpable in self discovery..... I rose to.... ...BEING ME ONLY...

"When did you start feeling it?" Leonaire asked, her tears flowing freely on her pale cheeks Sicario swallowed hard, admitting to himself that he could never allow himself to cause pain in Leonaire's heart as he could not bare to see her hurting. "I slowly accepted it after a long while, but I knew I had felt it from the very beginning." Sicario confessed, forcing himself to hold back as he wanted to just wipe the tears away from Leonaire's cheeks. "But you know we can't be, right?" Leonaire sobbed. Sicario felt the pain deepening as he struggled not to have his emotions get to him. "Why not?" Sicario asked with bloodshot eyes, still hoping he'd never have to feel this kind of unbearable pain again. "We just... we just can't," ... It was never simple. Not a mere problem to solve. It's the truth. Differences can pull you away from each other. But what if this is the reason you want it more? Or maybe, it's something you saw as a hindrance to what you really feel? It was never really easy to fall in love, moreover, to be with someone others would not approve of. Does it matter, though? How can you think of it otherwise if what you've already seen from your eyes is what they denied for themselves? This is a common story of a boy meets girl, and they fell in love, only to think of it differently as they thought they didn't want what they have to get destroyed by mere emotions. What comes next when it's already hard to suppress and you just can't hold back anymore? Does that when the deathless yearning begins?