Short Story: The Ancient Song: Part III

The Ancient Song



Part III:

Who is that?
Hey! Hey! I scream.
That person doesn't answer.
I start running, but I don't seem to get any closer.
The white sand makes it hard to run.
I just want to know who that is!
Hey, you! Please stop...I scream on the top of my lungs.
He doesn't even turn.
A huge wave is coming but it seems to be going in his direction. If he doesn't get out of there, he'll drown.
I scream, but he doesn't turn.
There's no saving him. The wave is about to touch the ground.
What's happening? The wave is coming over here. I run, the other way.
It's about to crash, I'm about to die.
Nooooo...

Tia woke up with a start. The fidgety sleep of last night had done her no good. It was then that she decided that she'll catch some sleep while she can.

After hours of brainstorming about the clues that she had received, Tia was quite unsure about what she had gotten herself into, this time, around.

With two vague clues, she wasn't very hopeful about this mystery. That's when Michael called.

'I'm sorry, I had a bad day, and I ended up drinking. I'm really sorry. It won't happen again.'

'I believe you. I'd really like to ask the reason for that bad day, but right now I'm stuck with some work that I have to finish by tonight.'

'Work? I thought you said you're not taking up anything for a year. Why this?'

'As much as I'd like to defend myself, I can't. I just couldn't let it go. I'm sorry. But it'll be over soon and I promise, no more work after this.'

'Promise me one thing, you'll take care of yourself, won't you?'

'That's the exact same thing I was about to say to you.'

'Don't worry. I promise.'

'Okay, then. I'll get back to work. I love you.'

'I love you and I miss you. Just get this over with.'

'Sure.'

At around 2:57 p.m., the doorbell rang. The ninth hour from sunrise was three minutes away.

She ran to the door. Took a deep breath and opened the door. There was no one out there.
But there was a package on the carpet, too beautiful for something dangerous. She took the package and opened it. Amongst tiny bits of white paper, was a white vintage hand mirror. She looked at her own reflection through it and recited the lines, 'the one who hides in disguise, 
shall be found at the ninth hour from sunrise.'


So, I am the one. I have something that this person wants, and he wants it today.

He called at about 8 p.m. yesterday so I have that much time to figure out what he wants to save the life that is in danger.

I need to know this ancient song that the verse talks about. I have no recollection of any such lullaby or song that was sacred, or special. I'd better call grammy, she thought.

'To what do I owe the pleasure? Did you finally take a break from work?'

'Ah, grammy, why do you always say that? You make it sound as if I never call!'

'You ask yourself that, child. I don't even remember when you called me last. Anyway, you have to come visit me this week, the carnival is about to begin. You used to love going there when you were here.'

'Grammy, I'm not a little kid anymore, I don't like that kind of stuff anymore but I'll come anyway.'

'Now that's my little girl.'

'Um, Grammy, I wanted to know if you know, if there was any song that mum or dad used to sing to me?

'Not one that I can remember. You never were a fan of any kind of noise, even if it was a pleasant one. Why do you ask? Is everything alright, my dear?'

'Oh, no, everything's fine. I just had this dream and there were people singing a song to me, and it was really beautiful but I couldn't make out who they were but I was really happy. I don't remember anything about the song, just that I'd like to hear it again. I thought it must be one from my childhood, something that my parents must have used to sing to me.'

'My dear, are you sure it wasn't one of the songs you recently listened to?'

'Oh, I am sure. It was unlike any that I've heard. It could even be you, you know?'

'You never liked lullabies if that's what you're thinking. You always preferred silence.'

'Was there any song that all of you guys used to sing together, like something in the family, kind of a legacy?'

'The only thing common between me and your mom were the wedding vows we sang.'

'Your wedding vows?' she asked, taken aback.

'Yes, your grandfather's best friend was a renowned musician of his time. He insisted on making a song out of our wedding vows. On a special request from your Grandpa, your parents sang the same. It is really beautiful. Shall I sing it to you?'

'Oh no no, I'm quite sure that's not what I'm looking for.' another lost cause, she thought.

'Are you?'

'Yeah, totally. I think I'll just have to wait until I listen to that song in my dream again.'

'Well, you can wait for that or you can come visit me and we can go to the carnival where there'll be so many happy songs. I'm pretty sure you'll find the one here.'

'Oh Grammy, I'll come, I promise.' she couldn't help laughing.

'Are you working on a case?'

'As a matter of fact, I am and I'm kind of stuck with something, things are just not making sense.'

'I think you always try to go too deep into things. Sometimes, my dear, things are as clear as they seem on the surface. Not everything has a hidden meaning.'

'You're right. That's all the help that I needed Grammy.'

'I'm always here. And I'm buying the tickets for us, you better show up girl.'

'I'll be there, I promise. I love you.'

'I love you too, child, see you then.'

She thought, Grammy's right, not everything has a hidden meaning. I should explore the surface.
With a stronger resolve, Tia laid down the clues and looked them over, yet again.

'the rose shall return to its fate
find the way before it's too late'

the way...

the way...

La manera!


To be continued...


The Best Stress Relief: Self-Compassion #1000Speak

The Best Stress Relief: Self-Compassion
- #1000SpeakForCompassion


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"If your compassion does not include yourself, it is incomplete."
~ Jack Kornfield 


Sometimes your bottled up anger pairs up with the ongoing stress or the other way round and the situation it creates is sure as hell not pretty.

People say when life throws lemons at you, make lemonade, pass them on, blah blah blah.

I say, when you're in deep trouble, the only way to get out of there is to deal with it. The stress will keep triggering you every now and then putting you in situations you wouldn't wish on your enemy.

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The only way to get out of it once and for all is to let it out, let it hurt you, let it break you down. If it makes you cry, cry. If it makes you scream, scream. If it makes you throw stuff around, throw it but don't let it control you by sitting in your mind and making all the decisions for you and clouding your judgement.

This mental trauma isn't something you are being especially served with, we all have it on our plate, in equal proportions, divided throughout our life.

Sometimes it's making your life miserable and sometimes mine. That doesn't make it my right to complain why is it happening to me and why is everyone around me happy or why is anybody else not burdened with the same pain.

Denial is never an option even if you're at war with yourself. To win that war, the only thing you can do is to own up the responsibility and deal with it. You have to get over the thought of making yourself suffer any kind of punishment. You are the only one who can make peace with your inner turmoil. Be compassionate. And compassion starts at home. If you don't forgive yourself, you'll never be able to forgive anyone else.

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Life makes us suffer at times if we cruise through such moments and look forward to the light the day brings, that darkness that has crippled our mind can be fought and it can be defeated.


So, are you brave enough to forgive yourself?
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Share the post and spread compassion around the world!
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Read more on #1000Speak: #1000Speak: Compassion begins at Home
#1000Speak for Compassion: How to stay connected during a disagreement?
Existence of Compassion: Nature Vs Nurture
Building Against Bullying #1000Speak- 'The Girl With An Accent'
'The Art and Power of Emphatic Listening' - #1000SpeakForCompassion

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Until next time!
Be kind to one another!
Bye Bye! :)



Short Story: The Ancient Song: Part II

The Ancient Song

Read Part I

Part II:

With her mind racing fast, Tia called Adam, Michael's brother to see what's got into him to be drinking at 6:00 a.m in the morning. Time was of the essence and she had a bigger fish to fry.

She paced around the room, finding the chirping birds an annoyance. She needed absolute silence to put her mind to work. After breakfast, she sat quietly for a while, putting her thoughts in order. Left Michael a text and focused on the mystery in hand.


She recited the verse that the man had spoken, absorbing it.

'the birds sang the ancient song,
the final wave is coming along,

the one responsible for undoing the wrong, 
should return the rose where it belongs.'

The first line:

'The birds sang the ancient song'...

Deduction: Since it's all about me, as he implied, then the ancient song could mean a childhood lullaby that has been passed on in the family but then the birds don't make sense. Could the birds be the members of the family?

The second line: 

'the final wave is coming along'...

Deduction: Could it mean death or could it mean a certain event?
This one thing must be common to all the members for it to connect with the first line so that rules out death as grandma is alive and well.

The day was passing by at the rate of 15 hours a day.

The third line: 

'the one responsible for undoing the wrong'...

Deduction: If I'm the one, then could it have something to do with any of my previous cases. Of course, what else could it be! But then, the interpretation of the other lines would be meaningless.
Could it be related to my parents? Should I talk to Grammy about it?

She was in an entirely different league from her family. Her parents were scientists who died when an experiment went wrong when she was 10 years old. Her grandma took her in and raised her. At the age of 19, she moved out and went on to pursue her dream of becoming a detective.

She set that thought aside and focused on the final line:

'should return the rose where it belongs'...

Deduction: This one's the simplest of all. He wants something that I have which should be returned to the place where it belongs.

With the dusk falling, she had her deductions but the one thing that still troubled her was 'the wrong' in the verse.

With her fourth cup of coffee in her hand, she looked at the saffron sky wondering what she has got herself into this time around. When the phone rang, she took a deep breath and readied herself for another strange conversation.

'I assume you already have a theory.' said the deep voice, with a strange playfulness which got on her nerves.

'You're damn right I do but it doesn't make any sense, at all.' she spoke, carefully.

'Well, I hope you're as good as people say because you don't have time to play around.' she heard him say while she wished she could knock that smirk off his face.

'Instead of doubting my ability, it'd be better if you tell me what's going on here and who exactly are you?' she spat back.

'My identity isn't your concern. A life is in danger. And you're the only one who can save the tragedy from happening.
' his tone changed, entirely.

'Who's life is in danger? And how do you know about it?' her heart raced.

'the one that hides in a disguise
is found at the ninth hour from sunrise
the rose shall return to its fate
find the way before it's too late' recited the deep voice, again.

'Another one?!' gosh, not again.

'24 hours remain.' he spoke the final words.

'Wait!' and the line went dead.

To Be Continued...

Read Part III

Share your thoughts in the comments.

Until next time,
Be kind to one another.
Bye Bye! :)

Website Review: Your Ethnic Solution: EthnicDukaan.com


If you've been reading my blog for a long time, you'd know by now how crazy I am about shopping online. Not only does it prevents you from this scorching summer heat but also gives you a wide variety without any annoyed faces.

While shopping western clothes, I never had trouble in shopping online but when it came to traditional, I had almost lost my faith in online shopping. I bought two-three designer Kurtis online and I have to say, give me back my money!

As an excuse to find out an online portal that has an exclusive ethnic collection, I set out to go to the end of the internet when I stumbled upon Ethnicdukaan.com.


Not only does it provide you with a wide range of ethnic wear, it provides you with all the possible options based on occasions and type of clothing you require. Be it designer Kurtis, casual, party wear kurtis or long kurtis online, it puts before you the finest of collection in all the categories.

But that's not it. While you'd be worried about the kind of accessories to pair up your new ensemble with, ethnic dukaan has that base covered too. It has the finest of accessories to mix and match with your traditionals and create your own fashion statement. 

Now to get on to the ease of making a purchase, you can sort your results as per your requirement and filter it according to the size, type of fabric, occasion, price, colour and the type of work you want on your piece. 


They sell internationally, so you can just set your currency and get on to the train of giving yourself an Indian makeover. You can pay with your Visa or Master Card along or you can use your Paypal account, which is what I use. 

So, I think I've found a solution to my ethnic problem for now. What do you think? Share your thoughts in the comments and let me know.

Until next time, 
Be kind to one another. 
Bye Bye!

Short Story: The Ancient Song: Part I

The Ancient Song

Part I:

Tia never thought life could be so peaceful that she'd get time to acknowledge the presence of those natural wonders that sang outside her window before the morning sun, chirping in the sweetest voices. After fighting the battle that had almost cost her her life, she was quite astonished how mundane her life had become but this time around, she made sure she wasn't going to waste a single moment chasing things that were never meant to be for her.


Caught up in this thought process, she didn't notice the buzzing phone until it rang again. The loud ring brought her out of the reverie and she took the call not bothering who was calling.

'Hello, this is Tia. How can I help you?' she spoke, calm and composed.

'the bird sang the ancient song,
the final wave is coming along,

the one responsible for undoing the wrong, 
should return the rose where it belongs.' a deep voice recited this unusual Hello.

'Excuse me, who is this? And what did you just say?' she asked, taken aback.

'You know what it is. Now use your head and figure it out. You have until Saturday night.' replied the man.

'I'm sorry. I'm not taking any work these days. I'm afraid I can't help you in..' she spoke without thinking twice.

'You don't have a choice. I know everything about you and everyone around you. Why don't you call that boyfriend of yours and check whether his 3rd Tequila shot has done its magic or not, I'll be on hold.' she knew this was no joke and dialed her boyfriend's number.

'Where are you, Michael?' she spoke, urgently.

'Uh, no mother I.. I'm not dru..dru..drunk' replied her drunk boyfriend.

'Goodness Michael!' she cut the call, exasperated.

'Just who are you? What do you want from me?' she asked, without wasting a second.

'I've already told you what I want.' he replied, in a no-nonsense tone.

'But what is it about? How am I supposed to make head or tail of it if you don't tell me what is it about? And why me?' her mind raced.

'You ask too many questions. The answer is you, you're the only one who can figure it out. I'll be in touch.' said the deep voice.

'But hey..' and the line went dead.

Everything she'd done so far to put back her work, her days as a detective, and enjoy life for a year or so was brought to ruins. At the age of 32, she had achieved and earned more than anybody of her age through her sharp mind and that miraculous intellect but it had cost her her relationships. Michael was the only one who held on to her and she had decided that she'd never let this man down.

Just when things started falling into place, the phone ringed and she was once again caught in a whirlpool she didn't want to be a part of.

Read Part II 
Read Part III

To be continued...

This post is a part of IndiSpire Edition 117:  Just when everything started looking fine, the phone rings.. [Build a story] #TringTring

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Be kind to one another.
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