Contest : A perfect ending

So, you want to write a good story? 

And you want an ending which is even better ? An ending that is just perfect and leaves just enough room for speculation and holds on to the mystery as well.

end of story? By Arjun Shekhar is a book which holds its reader and gives a completely unexpected ending. And i
f you enjoy reading thriller, here is a chance to grab a copy of this black lady !
Yes this black lady. A signed copy of this book and a one on one interaction with the author and few essential tips to help you write better. 
Contest details : 
We have picked three excerpts from the book ‘end of Story?’ and we would want you to select your favorite and write a few sentences in continuation. It could be a poem, a story piece OR a paragraph that relates to the context of the given lines.
The aim is to make you imagine and see what’s your take on end of story? Pick your favorite from the below three and add more…Write your lines in the comment box below.  
The contest ends on 15th Feb.

Have fun ! 


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end of story? — By Arjun Shekhar  is the book “In Focus”.

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10 thoughts on “Contest : A perfect ending

  1. Excerpt 1:
    Am I Hindu or am I Muslim?
    Or am I like a lemon,
    Neither fruit nor vegetable?
    Or like a enuch?

    Am I the grey among black and white?
    Or am I like Bistre
    Which none of us have heard about
    Or just like Fuschia?

    Am I a soul within a body?
    Or do I exist in the aura around it?
    Do I have an existence at all
    or am I just a reflection of another being?

    Am I a socialist or a capitalist?
    Or just an opportunist?
    Do have any values and principles
    Or am I just the air in the middle of the crowd?

    Questions that swim across the mind
    Questions that lie unanswered
    Realizations that dawn at unexpected times
    To be shattered with the next question

  2. By Vineet Sharma
    The days you fight I’ am sad
    The days you are in love
    I am really happy
    So is my story a sad story or a happy one
    Or it depends on the day I chose to write about
    Or on the day I write it

    I asked myself
    The turmoil is pretence
    And my pen dissolves with the ink
    My emotion
    And I detach from the fight

    An epoch of twenty four hours
    When I was frustrated of my crawl
    Even after spending hours
    My legs motion were much more swift that a crawl
    So is my destiny a sloth

    An epoch of twenty four hours
    I got the world as I felt it was
    A long lagging nascence of delight
    The particular incident was absolved
    With the nectar in the crown

    On one I was aghast
    On the other I was steadfast
    The boat keeps oscillating with the vast
    Waves, of the circumstances brisking past

    I keep clinging to the needle’s hour

  3. The days you fight I’ am sad
    The days you are in love
    I am really happy
    So is my story a sad story or a happy one
    Or it depends on the day I chose to write about
    Or on the day I write it

    I asked myself
    The turmoil is pretence
    And my pen dissolves with the ink
    My emotion
    And I detach from the fight

    An epoch of twenty four hours
    When I was frustrated of my crawl
    Even after spending hours
    My legs motion were much more swift that a crawl
    So is my destiny a sloth

    An epoch of twenty four hours
    I got the world as I felt it was
    A long lagging nascence of delight
    The particular incident was absolved
    With the nectar in the crown

    On one I was aghast
    On the other I was steadfast
    The boat keeps oscillating with the vast
    Waves, of the circumstances brisking past

    I keep clinging to the needle’s hour

  4. The day you fight I am sad,
    The days you are in love
    I am really happy.
    So is my story a sad story
    Or a happy one ?
    Or does it depend on the
    Day that I choose to write
    About ?
    Or on the day I write the
    Story?

    The day you are away I am sad ,
    The days you are there I am glad,
    So is my story my own story ,
    Or it's your own story.

    The day you frown I am mad,
    The day you smile I am elated,
    Still my love I am eager to write ,
    My own story with your story.

    The day you scream I am distressed ,
    The day you plead I am helpless ,
    So still I am trembling ,
    To write or not our story.

    The day you read I was scared,
    The day you tore I wept,
    Still I am trying to rewrite ,
    The story which we made .

    The day when we met,
    The day when we ran ,
    Away from others ,
    To write our own story.

  5. The days you fight I am sad.
    The days you are in love
    I am really happy.
    So is my story a sad story or a happy one?
    Or does it depends on the day I chose to write about ?
    Or on the day I write the story?
    Or on the way I am thinking?
    The Black is dull
    The white is clear
    Our relationship is my biggest fear
    So am I thinking it right?
    Or am I wrong about it?
    Is goodbye the only way left for it?
    Alas, cynical again I feel.
    A hurricane of mixed emotions inside me to deal.
    Why shall I do this?
    Where shall I go?
    What will be the end of this story?
    For which I am in search for.

  6. The days you fight I’ am sad
    The days you are in love
    I am really happy
    So is my story a sad story or a happy one
    Or it depends on the day I chose to write about
    Or on the day I write it.
    There have been days when I sit alone and brood
    There have been days when I am so very surrounded
    That there is no time to blink my eyes.
    The world has given me days of joy
    The world has given me days of sorrow
    But somewhere deep within my heart I know
    Life has given me what I yearned for.
    For LIFE,
    Has given me experience.
    I have been lost and sad
    Happy and geared up.

    I have been loved,
    I have been hated .
    Life has been a whirlwind
    Of sad truths, Happy lies.
    Sad lies and happy truths.
    But somewhere all have left a mark on my soul.
    Yes, some of them are deep,
    They pain.
    I hardly know whether I shall be able to erase them;
    But I ,
    Would rather NOT.
    Smiling to myself,
    Crying to myself.
    My heart aches.
    As happiness fills it ,
    Or sorrow drains it.
    But all I do is smile.
    My life is not I wished it would be
    But I am glad it is perfectly mine
    #Debjani Chakraborty

  7. The day you fight I am sad,
    The days you are in love I am really happy.
    So is my story a sad story or a happy one ?
    Or does it depend on the day that I choose to write about?
    Or on the day I write the story?
    That queer feeling when I first met you as if I have known you all my lives,
    Those deep eternal gazes that skipped my beat as if my being almost freezed,
    That ecstatic secret touch of yours that almost peeled me igniting the long suppressed flame of desire,
    That desire for wanting and longing pining for you ,
    Those sleepless nights when you were almost palpable around me,
    And now that oh my Beloved you have vanished in ridiculous arrogance,
    Yet our love song still whispers in my ears setting a wild storm in my being,
    Now I ask myself, Was this only my own real perception?
    Did I really existed in your world?
    Or am I was just a wisp of your existence?
    So is my story a sad story or happy one ?
    Or does it depends on the day I choose to write,
    On the day I choose to write?

  8. Am I Hindu or am I Muslim?
    Or am I like a lemon.
    Neither fruit nor vegetable?
    Or like an eunuch?

    Pondered I for hours at end
    Wondered why I fail to act
    The crime, the bloodshed around
    Leaves me numb, helpless

    The moon did rise, the stars shined bright
    But the knots within failed to untie
    I sat and wept for hours at end
    The river in my eyes went dry

    I know not how long I sat looking at the moon
    Sent a prayer to the heavens above
    Seeking answer to the questions that loom
    Large in my mind day –in, day-out

    The heavens taking pity on my plight
    Sent me off to slumber deep
    Woke I when the sun did rise
    New dawn, fresh mind and sunshine bright

    That day I resolved to stop keeping mum
    Resolved to speak out for the helpless ones
    Knew it was a daunting task
    But had faith in the inner power

    The road was tough and treacherous
    Friends warned me of the pain I was bound to face
    Wanted me to stop my steps
    Live quietly as I’d done till then

    My face then turned to my family small
    I looked into their eyes wanting to know
    The answer there was for me to see
    They knew it was tough yet wanted me to tread

    The love, their confidence spurred me on
    I started on a journey new
    A one man journey it was not to be
    The crowds came slowly to be one with me

    We fought it out day-in, day-out
    In sun, in rain, in winter cold
    Then one day we cheered ourselves
    The fight was won, justice done

    Who am I?
    I now ask myself
    Hindu, Muslim, lemon or eunuch?
    My inner voice just smiles and says

    You are neither of these.
    You are brave my soul.

  9. Why do only children have to write exams? Shouldn't teachers write an exam on how to teach?
    And parents on how to bring up children?
    And spouses on how to love each other.
    And foul friends on how to be loyal?
    And mean people on how to be sweet?
    And judgmental aunties on how to not make a good story about every girl who has a guy friend?
    I am pissed of with everybody right now. The government, the society, the chai wala who comes 10 minutes late, my girlfriend, and my boss. Am I just sad or angry ? Is the world around me boring or it is my spirit that is dying. Where has the adventure gone? Where is the happiness? Where are friends when you need them?
    Is it me or everyone feels like this sometimes? Oh my god what is happening?
    I know something is wrong. Something. But what?
    I think it is the profound sadness which comes and goes. And I don't think I can do anything about it..

  10. Arjun loved three entries!!!

    The Winners are announced on Facebook and twitter…

    Send us your addresses…as well as if you look forward to interact with the Author to lap up some writing skills, you are invited…

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