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The Trap
The corridor was empty and eerily silent. It threw about faint echoes as she walked to her room. She checked her watch, it was 5:55. She was 5 minutes from missing curfew. Across the courtyard she could see one of her seniors leaning on the parapet, smoking. She had to admire her nerve, if the management found out she could be thrown out. But, she supposed things like that wouldn’t matter tonight.
She quickly unlocked her door and, as quietly as possible, slipped into her room and bolted the door. Her sigh was absorbed by the walls and curtains. The only light in the room came from the setting sun and her crimson curtains gave it a dull red glow. She threw her backpack into a chair and settled down on the floor, leaning against her bed. She wondered if that senior girl had gotten into her room yet. There was only 4 more minutes to curfew. It now dawned on her that the girl must have been looking at the wheelbarrow filled with raw meat resting at the middle of the courtyard, one f
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Letters to no one-3
First of all, these aren’t letters, per say. For one, its addressed to no one and for another, these are going to be more like diary entires. Secondly, this is a true story. Here goes...
10:20am
Friday
03/02/2017
Hyderabad, Telengana
No one,
Hey there, it's been a while since my last letter/entry, hasn’t it? I’ll pick up where we left off, starting with the older pup.
Older pup still stayed under our car at night and was weary of us. We gave her (turns out, older pup was a she) milk and milk-soaked bread. She wouldn’t come out from under the car when we were around, so we had to push her food under the car. One day, I gave her a piece of Chocos (Kellogg's Chocos, the breakfast cereal thingy). She ate it with the expression and labour of eating a boulder. Then I place a piece of Chocos near the car (not under it) and she reached for it, her neck stretched like a giraffe's, and dragged it under the car. Eventually, she came out to eat and that was when I first got
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Letters to no one-2
First of all, these aren’t letters, per say. For one, it's addressed to no one and for another, these are going to be more like diary entries. Secondly, this is a true story. Here goes...
 5:30pm
Thursday
15/12/2016
Palakkad, Kerala
 No one,
We left off at the older pup howling, didn’t we? So, by now, we had decided to let them stay (or adopt them). At the time, we thought they’d leave once they were older. Yeah, we knew nothing about dogs. The next morning, we fed the pups again and they slunk back, through the mesh of our gate, to their hideout. Mummy dog had taught them well. When it got sufficiently dark, they were under our car again. In just one day, they turned back into fluffy fur balls. It's amazing what a bit of care can do to living things. 
Anyhow, this went on for a few days. We wouldn’t see them come and go, they always stuck to the shadows. Once, I stayed on the road (a dirt road that lead from the main tarred road to 5 houses)
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Letters to no one-1
First of all, these aren’t letters, per say. For one, its addressed to no one and for another, these are going to be more like diary entires. Secondly, this is a true story. Here goes...
8:50pm
Wednesday
07/12/2016
Palakkad, Kerala
 
No one,
It all started with Chocos.
Long long ago (well, not that long ago, in Feb. 2012, actually) my mother came home after work to find a mummy dog and her two pups in our porch. She (my mother, not the dog) got off her scooter, opened the gate and said, “shoo”—a pretty clear instruction, if you ask me. However, the mummy dog got up and left (as leisurely as possible) and the pups ran under our car. The rest of the evening (and night) was spent trying to get the pups to leave. We couldn’t let them stay. You see, my parents worked, and I was useless and had college to deal with. We just came home to sleep, a pet would have been very lonely and not well taken care of, plus, we wouldn’t have been able to go anywhere
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A Thousand Trees
BLANK SCREEN
 
(V.O.) HECTOR
If winter comes, can spring be far behind?... What if winter never came?
FADE IN:
1. EXT. DRY BARREN LANDSCAPE – MORNING
Two figures, a tall man (HECTOR) and a small girl (AURORA), wrapped from head to toe in white billowing CLOAKS walk holding hands. Their heads are bent against the BLAZING HOT sun.
The girl stops walking while the man keeps going.
GIRL
(looking up at the man)
Uncle Hector?
 
Only the girl's PALE GREY EYES and WHITE EYELASHES are visible between her HOOD and a SCARF covering the lower half of her face. The man stops walking and looks back at her.
 
HECTOR
(smiling fondly)
Yes, sweetheart?
GIRL
(looking confused)
I thought you were going to show me snow.
 
A strong gust of wind blows up DUST and SAND. The girl shields her eyes with her free hand. Hector kneels down before her.
 
HECTOR
I am. (beat) Winter died of global warming, remember?
That's why we had to come all this way to find snow.
 
GIRL
(frowni
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Hybrid-Chapter13
She ran like she had never run her entire life. Her sneakers were slippery against the tiles of the floor and they slowed her down. She could hear the thing getting closer, it was incredibly fast, there was no way she could outrun it. Then, she was lifted off the floor as the Parasite grabbed her bag. She squirmed out of its straps and dropped to the slippery floor, grabbing something on the Parasites elaborate costume of tar, leather, beads and bones to regain balance. Its hand closed around her neck and lifted her up, there was a glimmer of steel and the shrill sound of a sword being drawn.
The Parasite slammed Anamika against the ceiling. It was so big and tall that its head touched the ceiling and its black wings filled the corridor even though they were folded. It grinned at her, showing a row of sharp, bloody teeth, as she tried in vain to draw breath.
The Parasite hadn't noticed that she had drawn its sword from its sheath. It also didn't know that she was wearing a protective c
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Hybrid-chapter12
“Um…well, it looks a lot like a tree we passed. Even the number of flowers on it are the same.”
Anamika looked at the tiny tree, it had five pink orchid-like flowers, “Maybe we should mark the trees, just in case”, she said, and took out a piece of white chalk from her bag. She handed it to Shouden who marked an X on it.
“Why did you even think of bringing chalk?”
“I don't know, really. But its a good thing that I did”, said Anamika as they started walking again.
“You're actually a city girl, aren't you?”, asked Shouden.
Anamika looked at him a little surprised, “I moved there 3 years ago. How could you tell?”
“Just the way you talk, I guess...Hey, look, up ahead.
Through the trees ahead they caught glimpses of torchlight. They looked nervously at each other.
“What happens if we run into Parasites?”, asked Shouden.
“Well, back home, my pendant could have shielded us, but I don't know i
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Hybrid-chapter11
“Dreams”, replied Shouden, ”its what they take as payment, remember? Its what they feed on.”
He stepped forward and joined the others, closing his eyes and spreading his hands, letting the light soak into his being. Anamika, on the other hand, felt frightened for some reason and took a few steps back. She didn't know what she was scared of but she didn't want to approach the thing.
“Come join us”, said one of the Hybrids, it sounded like Madam Myor.
Anamika took a few steps forward and felt her pendant vibrate. She took another couple of timid steps and it flew out from under her shirt, straining against her neck. She grabbed it and, through her fist, it sent out violent pulses of green light.
“What's happening?!”, she shouted at the crowd.
Madam Myor's silhouette appear before her, “your necklace is absorbing the rays”, she said in a grave tone, “but you are not... Shouden?”
Shouden's silhouette appeared next to M
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Hybrid-chapter10
“Are you the one who nursed me back to health?”, he asked in a barely audible murmur which made her blush and stammer. Meanwhile, Anamika looked at Shouden, astonished at the sudden change in the man's character. Shouden rolled his eyes.
“I...um...”, said the girl, like she had forgotten how to speak, “No, that was our healers. We didn't think you'd...you'd recover so soon”, she was trying hard not to make eye-contact while he smiled down at her with a fond expression, “could you turn around? I need to check your wound.”
“Sure”, he said and turned around and got down on one knee.
The moment she touched the paste applied on his swollen skin, it dried out, “It'll take some time before you're fully healed”, she stated.
Anamika knew that her pendant had already healed him completely. It wouldn't have worked on any normal injury, like if you fell off a cliff and broke your leg, but if it was caused by Hybrids or Parasit
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Hybrid-chapter9
“Hey”, she said, rubbing her eyes in a child-like way.
Shouden dropped down on the couch beside her, “Well, how is he?”.
“Don't know”, admitted Anamika, “he should have woken up by now”. His posture was a bit different from before, or maybe she was just imagining it.
“So, what did you learn?”
“Well”, started Shouden, “First of all, this world does seemingly reflect ours...I mean, yours. But, from what I heard, I think its not actual places they reflect, but rather, places in stories from your world. Just like how Hybrids are a sort of reflection of human stories. Anyhow, no one here at The Harbor has ever seen a human before, so, maybe its best if you played the part of Hybrid. Its generally believed that humans are trouble.”
“Can't disagree with that.”
“And… I think, Mika, that they believe that if humans learn to cross over to this place, then this world will become uninhabitab
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Hybrid-chapter8
“What are they running from?”, asked Shouden, “ hunters?”
“Some great famine, apparently.”
“Famine?!”, asked Anamika, startled. She didn't know anything about a revolution or famine in east Asia. And why would they affect Parasites, anyway? What they fed on were humans. Was there a dearth of bad people? That just seemed too unlikely.
“That's what I heard. Here are your rooms.”
They were on the 2nd floor now. Nearly everything was made of wood and there were at least 12 shades of it. It was getting dark and there were lit Chinese lanterns hanging from the ceiling. To their right was a railing which gave the entire floor the look of a balcony that overlooked the mini-rainforest. To their left were rows of screen doors with pretty paintings on them; there were flowers, sparrows, cherry blossoms and storks. Anamika was given room number 27 and Shouden got room 13 which was right next to it. The rooms weren't numbered in the right
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A thousand trees
“Uncle Hector?”
“Yes, sweetheart?”, asked the young man as he hoisted his 6-year-old niece off his shoulders and set her on the scorched earth.
“I thought we didn't have snow back home because our winter died”, said the little girl staring at the huge pile of rocks in front of her.
“That's right”, said Hector, wiping sweat off his forehead, “it died from global warming, that's why we had to come all this way to find snow.”
“But...we're in a desert!”
Hector laughed, “See if you can find the cave.”
The little girl scurried over the rocks while her uncle checked his phone to make sure they were at the right place. The map in his phone was aligned over the image of a faded map drawn on a worn tapestry.
The little girl found the cave in no time and Hector took her hand and led her inside. He turned slowly looking at the murals all around them. When he faced the cave's entrance again, he gasped and pushed his
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Won't you tell me
This thing I've come to be?
The monster that you see
Is it a part of me?
I'm breaking down and shaking 'round in
This world so helplessly
But you just laugh and grin
Completely blind within
There's no point now, broken anyway
I try to stop my breath
Even knowing the truth won't unravel
Me until my death
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The real you I've found at last
I'm standing alone in this world that keeps on changing
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I hope you give up
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The corridor was empty and eerily silent. It threw about faint echoes as she walked to her room. She checked her watch, it was 5:55. She was 5 minutes from missing curfew. Across the courtyard she could see one of her seniors leaning on the parapet, smoking. She had to admire her nerve, if the management found out she could be thrown out. But, she supposed things like that wouldn’t matter tonight.

She quickly unlocked her door and, as quietly as possible, slipped into her room and bolted the door. Her sigh was absorbed by the walls and curtains. The only light in the room came from the setting sun and her crimson curtains gave it a dull red glow. She threw her backpack into a chair and settled down on the floor, leaning against her bed. She wondered if that senior girl had gotten into her room yet. There was only 4 more minutes to curfew. It now dawned on her that the girl must have been looking at the wheelbarrow filled with raw meat resting at the middle of the courtyard, one floor down. She had meant to look at it too, but had forgotten. Ah well, she thought. She leaned her head back and listened. The entire building was silent, none of the lights were on. It was hard to imagine that there were hundreds of girls in this very building. She wondered if she could hear their quite breathing or their heartbeats if she listened hard enough.

A low beep from her phone almost made her jump. Her heart was in her throat. She took deep breaths to calm herself. It was 6 O’clock. And now we wait.

The plan had many flaws if you thought about it. But, she couldn’t deny that it was the best they could do. Even if it failed, there would be no causalities. At least, that was the theory.

The minutes crawled past. She checked her watch again and again every few seconds. 15 minutes, half an hour, 45 minutes...where was this thing? Did it leave their region? Did someone kill it already? She supposed that was possible. Select people all over the city, and every city where there had been sightings, were given lethal weapons that could take them out with one shot. Provided, they hit the things’ weak spot, of course.

It had been a huge move when their campus bought non-lethal versions in bulk. They had lethal ones too, of course, in case things went south. The court battles against their view that they needn’t all be wiped out was still in full swing. It was understandable really, those things had eaten a lot of people and there was no proof that they could be tamed or communicated with, at least, not till a week ago. A week ago, one of those things stopped and cocked its head at a little girl who held up her hands and shouted for it to stop. It gave her friends time to run away and her brother shot it down but still, it was a start.

Her heart skipped a beat and she sat up. What was that?! She heard it again, the shrill sound of metal being twisted. Their make-shift metal fence was being twisted and torn aside. It’s here.

She heard the unmistakable low groan of the creature as it made its way towards the wheelbarrow. She reached under her bed and retrieved the gun from its holder. Her body moved on its own, courtesy of a thousand practice sessions. The exact same moment she opened the door, every door facing the courtyard, in the top 3 floors of the building swung open noiselessly and dark silhouettes lined the corridors. The creature, the size of a rhino, with long powerful arms and legs and a leathery membrane between them, sensed their presence and lifted its many-eyed head. Before if could comprehend what was happening, the guns along the corridors activated with a loud hum. “Fire!”, shouted 4 different voices in synch.

It was all over in a flash. The courtyard lit up with a hundred flashes of light and the creature laid next to the upturned barrel, unconscious and breathing heavily. For a few seconds, there was complete silence, then the lights came on and the people in charge slowly inched their way towards the creature. She held her stance, and so did the others. The person closest to the creature checked its heartbeat and gave a thumbs up. It was still alive. “Bring in the cage!”, shouted one of them.

One day, two days, one week, two weeks...one month. It was the one month anniversary of the capture. She and her friends were decorating their campus auditorium with blown up photos of the creature, now named BellBell (short for Belladonna). The photos showed BellBell giving people piggyback rides, snoozing with the campus dogs, eating heaps of food and happily accepting hugs and massages. BellBell’s kind, whichever were left, were going to be rounded up and send to their campus.

She muttered to herself as she put up the photos, practicing the speech she was going to give later that day, So, as you can see, it turns out that these lab-made monsters aren’t that bad. Sure they were scary as hell when they first escaped their facilities, and were lost, scared and starving. But, once fed and given shelter, and generally taken care of, they are surprisingly gentle, clever and easy to work with, as BellBell has proved…

So, in the end, the plan was a great success.


First of all, these aren’t letters, per say. For one, its addressed to no one and for another, these are going to be more like diary entires. Secondly, this is a true story. Here goes...


10:20am

Friday

03/02/2017

Hyderabad, Telengana


No one,


Hey there, it's been a while since my last letter/entry, hasn’t it? I’ll pick up where we left off, starting with the older pup.

Older pup still stayed under our car at night and was weary of us. We gave her (turns out, older pup was a she) milk and milk-soaked bread. She wouldn’t come out from under the car when we were around, so we had to push her food under the car. One day, I gave her a piece of Chocos (Kellogg's Chocos, the breakfast cereal thingy). She ate it with the expression and labour of eating a boulder. Then I place a piece of Chocos near the car (not under it) and she reached for it, her neck stretched like a giraffe's, and dragged it under the car. Eventually, she came out to eat and that was when I first got a good look at her. Tiny, white with brown patches. She had two big brown dots on her back that looked like a number 8. Now, she was Chocos. No.8 : Chocos. Our first dog.

She was covered in fleas, stomach bloated with worms, and had button-like eyes. Not exactly a pretty pup, but I probably thought that because I wasn’t a dog person back then, and it had been a while since I was an animal person (animal-loving childhood me, who fed birds and played with calves, was long since gone). Back then, I never would have thought that Chocos would grow into one of the most beautiful INDog specimens to ever walk the earth.

A day or two after she became Chocos, my dad got back from an official trip he was on. He used to have a dog (named Devil ^_^), long before I was born, so he was pretty happy with adopting her. It was a holiday and we were having breakfast when we heard Chocos’s drawn out cry from outside. My mum and I got there first. For a second, I was sure she was either run over or was being eaten. But, turns out, she got her neck stuck between the gate and the wall. My mum overcame her uneasiness of touching dogs and freed her, the moment she was free, she ran back under the car. That was the last time she went back to her coconut-leaf-heap outside our compound. The second time she forced my mother to handle her was when she got her head stuck in the engine from under the car (it was a Sandro Xing, in case you were wondering, and we didn’t use it very often). This time, mum gave her a bath and learned that puppies should be bathed in lukewarm water when the sun is high. Chocos started to shiver and mum wrapped her in a blanket and carried her around like a human baby. It was the last thing I would have expected my mother to do. Chocos was training us well. Soon after, she was de-wormed and de-fleaed and we started playing with her.

Now, all this was happening at a time when the nearby fields were being harvested. After harvest, people let these gypsy-like folk show up with flocks of ducks (hundreds of them) and enter their fields, effectively getting rid of every kind of insect and pest. Usually, these people have dogs with them (always INDogs, the native breed of India). The kind who were so good at herding cattle and ducks that you’ll wonder if their IQ is higher than their human’s. Turns out, this particular group didn’t have any dogs and one night, a puppy showed up inside their tent and slept next to them. The younger pup! It had to be him, he was a spitting image of his sister, he was the only puppy in our region at the time, and the timeline matched. My mum went and talked to them, they wanted to keep him, said they bought him milk and everything. My dad spotted him too, standing proudly in front of a tent. You know, the way happy non-orphan pups stand, with their chest out and head held high. We decided they should keep him, he would be happier roaming the land with flocks of ducks and sleeping in tents next to humans.

Next time, I’ll tell you about how Chocos trained us to be dog-people.


To be continued...



First of all, these aren’t letters, per say. For one, it's addressed to no one and for another, these are going to be more like diary entries. Secondly, this is a true story. Here goes...

 5:30pm
Thursday

15/12/2016

Palakkad, Kerala


 No one,

We left off at the older pup howling, didn’t we? So, by now, we had decided to let them stay (or adopt them). At the time, we thought they’d leave once they were older. Yeah, we knew nothing about dogs.
 The next morning, we fed the pups again and they slunk back, through the mesh of our gate, to their hideout. Mummy dog had taught them well. When it got sufficiently dark, they were under our car again. In just one day, they turned back into fluffy fur balls. It's amazing what a bit of care can do to living things. 

Anyhow, this went on for a few days. We wouldn’t see them come and go, they always stuck to the shadows. Once, I stayed on the road (a dirt road that lead from the main tarred road to 5 houses) in front of our house and spotted them moving towards our gate, sticking close to our compound wall. It took them a while to muster up the courage to move since I was standing right there.

 And then, one day, tragedy struck. How I wish all dog stories were happy ones...sigh*Anyhow, the “tragedy” was sponsored by a cousin of mine (foul git. It's not that I hate him or anything, not anymore at least, but I doubt I’d ever forgive him). He came for a visit and was staying with us for a while and he hated dogs. Every time my mother and I left for office/college, he’d shoo off my pups! That’s not all, he went so far as catching them in a sack and asking this...er...recyclable-material-collector guy, to throw them away. Thank the Gods the canal near our house was empty at the time. The pups always managed to come back though, and my mother would have a one-sided shouting match with my cousin. However, one day, only the older pup came back. That night, the older pup stayed up and howled. And we made up our mind for good, adoption it was. 

Now, the pups were so young (not even steady on their feet yet) that they wouldn’t have survived one their own, even for a day. We searched everywhere we could think of, but could not find the younger one. Don’t worry though, we found him after a while, he found humans who’d take care of him (yes, I think younger pup was a he. Not sure though).

 Next time, I’ll introduce you to older-pup and tell you what happened to younger-pup.


To be continued…


First of all, these aren’t letters, per say. For one, its addressed to no one and for another, these are going to be more like diary entires. Secondly, this is a true story. Here goes...

8:50pm

Wednesday

07/12/2016

Palakkad, Kerala

 
No one,

It all started with Chocos.

Long long ago (well, not that long ago, in Feb. 2012, actually) my mother came home after work to find a mummy dog and her two pups in our porch. She (my mother, not the dog) got off her scooter, opened the gate and said, “shoo”—a pretty clear instruction, if you ask me. However, the mummy dog got up and left (as leisurely as possible) and the pups ran under our car. The rest of the evening (and night) was spent trying to get the pups to leave. We couldn’t let them stay. You see, my parents worked, and I was useless and had college to deal with. We just came home to sleep, a pet would have been very lonely and not well taken care of, plus, we wouldn’t have been able to go anywhere for long periods of time, leaving the pet unattended (we usually don’t go anywhere, unless there’s a wedding somewhere, or relatives to visit over some holiday). Well, that’s what we thought, at the time.

Anyhow, my mother was squeamish about touching dogs/puppies (she grew up with chickens and calves. Dogs, foxes and crows were her natural enemies) so she nudged them into a cardboard box and gently dropped them over our compound wall into an overgrown (with plants, weeds, coconut trees) plot of land. This alone took hours, the pups were good at running from behind one car tyre to another. Now, this plot is dark at night and there is a street light right in front of my house and, our front gate is like a metal mesh with square gaps in it. You see where this is going, right? Every night, after dark, the pups would squirm through the gate and stay under our car, which is within the pool of light sponsored by that street light I just mentioned. And every night, we’d drop them over the wall again. There was a heap of coconut leaves on the other side of our wall, the pups stayed under there during daytime. The mummy dog (a typical, brown furred, pointy eared, curly tailed INDog) would meet them there in the morning, feed them, and leave. And then, one day, she stopped visiting them.  

By now, we were getting used to them staying under our car. They were just babies who were scared of the dark, after all. But, now that mummy stopped showing up (we never found out what happed to her) in just one day, those white and brown balls of fur turned into bags of bone. So, we poured some milk into a small plate and pushed it towards the car...and our fate was sealed.

The bigger pup knocked the smaller one down and growled. Survival of the fittest, I guess. Then, the bigger one, while drinking the milk, stepped on the plate and spilled it. We tried giving them some milk-soaked bread, but that just made them cough, so we stuck to milk (cow’s milk, in case you were wondering). That night, the older pup stood in front of the car, howled like a pro (with the voice of a squeaky toy) and barked at any movement in our street in a ‘who goes there?’ kind of way. We should have known then that they had adopted us <3


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