Arjunkanungo Stories

Poetry on the Memories connected to the love in the monsoon...

A piece written for #ArjunKanungo Contest

Trust is not made of glass. It is made up of intent. ● My entry for the #ArjunKanungo Contest hosted by @VYRLOriginals. ● copyright © chaashnee 2019

A short poem inspired by the rainy season.

There was something in the rain which made me fall for him, again

Monsoon brings so many memories

So, this a short story for the contest #ArjunKanungo hosted by Vyrl Originals '

They say, when you are down, let the rain drench you cause it wipes away every sore corner of your life and rouses you afresh. So did Cynthia Till. Her life is not just as perfect as everyone takes it to be. Her dreams are being haunted by her past demons. Her sleeps are get tormented by his memories. But little do all know that her stoic audacity has some intense gravity that's tearing her apart from inside every single spear of her life. But what happens when this rain brings her past back to her while she gets filled with quite atonement and tears ? But why ?

Drooling over a teacher? Maybe sometimes fruitful... May be sometimes truthful... But the moments of pain in love also seems required... It is the most difficult task to establish a relationship with a teacher... Especially when he is in his adulthood and you are still struggling in your Teenage. Read this emotional, emotionless and lovable story called "Tu Na Mera" to find out what happens when Avira Malhotra starts drooling over her chemistry professor Darshan Raval. What her destiny brings to her and what happens to her love... Or what she calls infatuation.

He painted her in shades of rain. one shot || completed ✓ (selected as one among the five winners for the #ArjunKanungo competition)

That monsoon never came !! (#arjunkanungo)

"I didn't think I'll fall for you yet I have but I can't be with you." - Advait Aadhya wants to spend a month traveling before she joins the Indian special forces trainings. She meets Advait at a club, they enjoy each other's company becoming friends and decide to spend the week together partying and later part ways. She thought she'll never see him again but fate had a different idea. What happens when he's in the same SF training as her? Will a romance bloom? And what if a third person joins the equation as well? Cover by @khwaisheinxo

The beautiful rain incessant somber song, written from the point of view of the heroine. A tragedy indeed!

Set in the 1980s rural Maharashtra, this is a tale of a Farmer's son and a Sarpanch's daughter and how the monsoons have taken away their memories.

Monsoon is a love season and I miss the one I love ... And when rain comes every drop is like makes me feel like I missing my love

A falling star, a bleeding rose. They say Love washes away all sin, every regret. Can it wash away their masks too?

🌧 A short story for the 'Monsoon memories of love' competition.

".. Let the rain wash away, All the pain of yesterday.." But, what if it's the pain, worth living for? Chaos and serenity, maintain the universal equilibrium. What is my chaos, may not be yours. And there's nothing wrong with it. Right?

Write a Poem or a Short Story on the theme "Monsoon Memories of Love" and stand a chance for a Meet & Greet with Arjun Kanungo himself!