Ananteya

I was searching for the ending, but as is the case with ideas .....it clicked only when you least expect it to.( like now when I am lolling of to dreamland )

Hell hath no fury than a women scorned , also applies to a righter wronged , but the fury is replaced with passion, only cursed passion !! And that apparently is the ending of the purported piece of fiction under compilation by ding dong !

A teaser from the last chapter

You could like/dislike , love/hate anything.But if you lose repsect then these  sentiments are all gone. A person devoid of repect is worse than a piece of furniture lying around, while the latter has utility, the former lacks even that as without respect a person ceases to exist( in the non-literal sense)

These where the thoughts that raced through Anateya as he sat at the crowded beach...........with the waves lapping his feet.


It is tragic , very tragic indeed that she could not understand the power of one small gesture.........She is wrong, simple and sweet.

And that makes me right, gives me the power.And I choose to give her this.


" Imagine a potato sack, out in the rain and sun, and it starts rotting, the typical wet sack and rotten vegetables smell.

Imagine it sprouts 2 arms, heads and legs and becomes a man.Now imagine the same man........... same smell.............on top of you, inside you..........pawing and clutching you like some piece of meat............Imagine his fetid breath on your face and his spit trickling down your lips as he leans on you.

You heave a sigh of relief when it gets over............its done for the day.............it wont happen again.....you would not dread walking into the room next day.............

Alas..........the new day dawns............and the this cycle..........again and again ..............for the remainder of you life.


From morning to evening selling loan accounts or tallying a bunch of numbers on a excel sheet and night............ the nightmare begins.

Then remember me.............and how I adored you......... respected you........almost worshiped you…..


Everybody .............I repeat everybody ............drifts away.............eventually.........and then you realise you have nobody to hear you ........just hear you........relate to you...........and smile at the sound of your voice

Remember that.............. cry .............and feel sorry..........

Your tears will give me no solace ………no satisfaction ......nothing

It is the law of Karmic Insulation, if you wronged ........you would be wronged ............ life comes full circle.........the radius varies.

Ananteya reflected, “ Is this spite ? “

The anwer came as the lights dimmed , This is not spite, not at all........ There is a method to every activity , every madness, and nobdy can wish that away or run away from that