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(My attempt at writing another 'Baal-Saahitya' for some people here. This was written as an exercise mixing some truth and fiction to the whole event I once encountered in my life. Comments are welcome.)
Ring Ring! It was one fine day in winter, when my cell rang up. As I said "hello", it hung up. It rang the second time and the same thing. I was befuddled to not know what I should be doing. Right after I received a message from a lady's voice that sounded of an African American descent, who was trying to reach her son, Lance.
Slowly, it became a pattern, I would not pick up her calls but wait for her quirky messages. Mostly they would be about her asking Lance to come join for dinner or come fix the heat in her apartment. I would wonder if they ever got conveyed to the real and right person she was trying to address. Did she get help when she was asking for it? Did Lance join her for dinner she might have so lovingly made? It dawned on me that she was a lady probably at her 60s, had a minor walking problem and needed somebody to get around. Lance was not quite helping her out like a good son for whatever reasons.
I was always curious as to why she would leave messages that were not being reciprocated not by me at least. While my alter ego was enjoying this arrangement of her calling and me never picking up her calls to get greeted by her odd but amusing messages, but on and off I used to wonder what is going on between her and Lance.
One night, as I was about to sleep as it was almost about midnight, I got a call from her. I did not pick up the call as usual and waited for her message. Soon it came by. She was stuck somewhere in highway and suddenly developed this pain in her knee and could not get back home. She sounded desperate and helpless.
After hearing her plea over the phone, I got anxious, so much that I could not fall to sleep. I thought to myself if I should call her back, but just could not gather enough courage. Maybe this was the way to get to know her, maybe I could have known her story, maybe know who is this Lance and see if he exists for real. Is he dead or alive? Is the lady some insane lady who has been making calls to random people thinking it is her son? Thinking about this I got more disturbed.
I just could not get back to sleep at all. Here this lady was whimpering in cold, in some place she has no idea of and here I am warm about to cuddle in my bed and forget about what is going on outside. I cannot be so inhuman. My parents did not raise me to be so cold-hearted man. I have to be a Good Samaritan as if I have always been. I called back at the number that has been entertaining for past few months. The lady picked it up instantaneously.

"Ma'm, I am not your son, Lance, but maybe I could help you out. Tell me where you are located?" 
(After a pause) "oh, ok can you get Lance on the phone? I really need to talk to him. " 
"Ma'm, I cannot get you Lance at this moment but tell me your location. If you do not know the name of the place look around for signs some special landmark or....... 
"I see pizzeria right across the street" 

I almost rolled over my eyes. How on earth am I supposed to know which pizzeria. There might be millions of pizzerias all over America. 

"Ma'm, you got to be specific, ok? What's the name of the pizzeria you see there? Does it have a name at all?" 
"Lemme read, it's called Sal Pizzeria" 
"Is there any phone number or address after the name, Ma'm?" 
"Wait, it is 456-789-8900" 
"Good, stay in line okay. Lemme call these people" 
I dialed the number. No answer. Tried one more time, no success! Frustrated, I look up the name and the phone on Google. 

The first website itself gave me enough information to know where she has been stranded. I asked her to hang up and wait for me. I told her I will be there in 30 minutes max.
I locked my apartment, took the keys with me and walked down the stairs. I started my car. As I was driving I kept on thinking whether I should have gone myself to help this poor soul or ask somebody like cops for example to take care of her. Well I was already half way through the ride until I approached this pizzeria. I could see this big lady rather oversized African American with a walking cane seated on the curb. With many stores closed there were almost nobody walking. It was a federal holiday after all! How on the earth this lady ended up here that too in night time? I have no idea. She looked a perfect target victim for wrong doers. Thank god nothing bad had happened to her by now except for cold. Well, she knows the weather better than me, for sure! She was dressed up okay. She had her hands full of shopping bags. Just imagine an elderly over weight woman carrying loads of shopping bags and develops a problem in her knee. Perfect way to get robbed by some unassuming characters. I thanked God again, nothing untoward had happened to her yet.

"Ma'm, I was the one who called a while ago. How you doing?" 
"I am just okay. I lost my way and the bus left me here the driver did not understand where I should be going. To hell with that guy. All I have is a phone on me. I could have called a cab or cop but my Lance would always come pick me up in such moments." 

No wonder she thought of calling me up to make my life hell. Thank you lady! 
"Ok boy, can you help me with the bags now?" 

She sounded really demeaning and bossy. What about some politeness to people who have driven all the way to come help her? Anyway, agitated, I told her, "Lemme help you with your bags and be seated inside my car. I am gonna drive you home. Okay?" 
No word of thank you. nothing!
I was already getting mad now.
She left her stuffs on the floor and then was hustling her way through bags to the car door when I moved out swiftly to open the door for this unthankful woman.
After that, as I bent to grab the bags, I could see her purse inside one of her shopping bags. I could see some 20$ bills peeping outside and what caught my eyes were this eye dazzling pearl necklace almost about to fall off the bag.
A lot of things just crossed my mind in one nanosecond.
What if I grab this necklace and just act as if nothing has happened? But what if she finds it out before I drop her off?
A pearl necklace like this can solve a lot of problems I am facing now. Just take this phone. I haven't been able to keep up with the payments. It has been some odd past months I barely scrapped off to keep up with the phone service otherwise I have gotten enough warnings from the phone guys already. After this month I may not even have any phone on me if I do not pay the total completely. Then I will not even be getting calls from this crazy lady.
It's going to be one-time thing. I will not steal anymore. Whatever happens happens. I ain't killing her or robbing. Let's say I just saw it on the curb. Maybe it does not belong to her. You know what? Let her pay for all the headache she gave me with all those quirky messages all throughout. What about her being rude to me. I got to get paid for my help too. Yes! it is all good and justified.
The necklace reached my back pocket of my pants.

I opened the door, and she struggled to get seated in the back seat with all her shopping bags some which I helped her to get in the car. After fumbling through her bags she finally settled down. Just as absentminded as she can be just like how she sounded on her voice messages. Soon we were rolling on a highway. She has told me her home address, so I decided once I drop her at her address, I am going to scoot off with the necklace never to be found again. I will even change my phone number. Good that she does not know my name yet. I was so planning my gateway move out from this whole scene. I cannot wait to get it over with.
I can check the price rates of similar looking necklaces and can know the prices in Google will even go myself to store to sell it myself. Oh yes! It is going to be a big deal for buyers!
I was lost in my own thoughts after I started the car, she, totally unaware, that she is in this stranger's car. 
"Where is my necklace?" The voice nearly deafened my ear drums. 
"What do you mean? What necklace?" 
"Stop the car! Will ya?"

I tried acting innocent, did comply. My mind was racing. I was trying to figure out what is the best answer I can come up with. Come on think, think!
Still as coy and as unaware as I could act, I replied, “Where was it? Where did you put it? Do you recall? Ma'm?" 
"It was right in my purse. The purse was in the shopping bag that you helped me carry" 
I felt a finger being pointed at me. 
"Ma'm, it should be there somewhere. Look for it again. Don't panic. It won't help" 
I could hear my heart beating faster. Relax! I said to myself. 
"That was one helluva expensive necklace I ever had. My grandmother gave it to me on my wedding day." 
"O oh" my genuine most response. 
"You got to stop the car now and help me find the necklace, boy!" 
Her tone was getting more demanding than ever. I stopped the car at nowhere. I was sure a full drama is to follow. 

"It was there in the bag when you helped me get it inside your car." She sure has good memory. 
"What do you mean? I didn't see anything, nor did I do anything, Ma'm." 
"It was there! It was there!" Her voice got more tense and louder. 

She got me nervous. What is my way out? I became restless. I felt my heart beating louder and louder. What shall I do now? Give it back? Apologize? Say I saw it on the curb just picked it up no idea, it belonged to her.
In the heat of the moment, my hands reached for my another back pocket. It felt like a machete, I had been carrying while driving home from work in those late nights.
Who is probably going to know? We are still in the middle of this barren highway. They will think she tried hitchhiking and got robbed and killed. There seems to be nobody after her either. Lance, sorry dude if you are alive! Just a small slit in that frail neck of this annoying woman. Not going to be painful. I did enough dissecting in my zoology lab. I need the necklace. You gotta go, lady! Gotta go!
I was this close to reaching for her neck with this indispensable weapon I had.

"Wait, what did I just hear?" A phone rings vehemently. What the hell! Where am I now?
The woman disappeared to black smoke. The ambience looked more recognizable. Her shopping bags morphed into this bundle of my laundry bag that I have been keeping off for a week.
I was on my bed! The cell phone dropped to floor ringing callously and incessantly with the vibration. All the while, my adrenaline level gets pumping. I feel so wasted but no I was relieved to know that I was not going to murder her! My stars might have been strong enough to not let it happen.
Rushing I picked up the phone. 'She' was on the other line.

“Lance, my knees are wearing me down, my boy. You got to come and help me get home, please!”
Last edited: 13-Oct-20 10:39 AM
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Very good read ( after a while) in sajha .
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ओहो अण्डर्वेरजी अब अन्ग्रेजि पनि लेख्न शुरु? बढिया है, बढिया है। लगे रहो लालाजि, आपका मायाजाल अपरम्पार।

तर पोस्ट गरेको ५ मिनेटमै आफ्नै आईडी (SSK) बाट कमेन्ट+तारिफ नगरिहालेकोभए अलि क्रेडीबल हुन्थ्यो होला है, मेरो बीचार मा।
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Commendable effort in all honesty, also very much banal, but could have been better. My take -

 - Title is puerile, 'Ring Ring' really does sound like a kindergarten rhyme.

 - Tad long, could have been a bit short.

- "I locked my apartment, took the keys with me and walked down the stairs. I started my car. As I was driving I kept on thinking whether I should have gone myself to help this poor soul or ask somebody like cops for example to take care of her." First two sentences aren't necessary, also, the period between those two sentences could have been replaced by a conjunction if deemed compulsory. In the last sentence, better paraphrasing is recommended. How about - "While driving, I was constantly debating against my wisdom to help the poor woman with a simple phone call to the cops".

-Few forced insertion of vocabularies and sentence structures to make the story sound grandiose or interesting - doesn't really work well most of the time. For instance - "moved out swiftly to open the door" means what? Why was this necessary? "Moved out"??? Also why does the phone ring vehemently? Vehement is often used to portray passion and ardor between exchanges. Phone is lifeless. Also what does "gateway move out" mean? You mean "getaway"?

- "The necklace reached the back pocket of my pant". You are clearly struggling how to land a good narrative. You didn't explain how you reached out for it and then how you managed to furtively hide it inside your clothing. Also, what does "I stopped the car at nowhere" mean? And for the love of god, why is that blade "indispensable", you can survive without it, can't you? Why would the phone ring "callously"? You are again mistaking human emotion with a lifeless object searching for a better verbiage.

- All the while my adrenaline level gets pumping. I feel so wasted but no I was relieved to know that I was not going to murder her. A simple fix - "I suddenly woke up to find myself sweating profusely and as my mind was trying to keep up with my escalated heartbeat, I, suddenly was relieved that it was just a dream."

 - "Rushing I picked up the phone". SMH. Seriously? How about "I scurried to pick the phone amid raging heartbeats"?

 - You wanted to pack a punch with that closure, but ends like that have long been drafted by several writers, lacks originality.

Once again, commendable effort, but you aren't there yet. So read more. Reading more results in better skript and better writing skills.

 You're welcome.

Last edited: 13-Oct-20 01:26 PM
sexy in haku patasi
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This time its not " bal sahitye" but skript of "bal chalachitra ". Lengthy , try hard next time.
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Beautifully written! The only comment i have is, if this is true, even in dreams the writer is willing to rob and murder an old woman, however her behavior might be, is a little worrisome regarding the writer's subconscious mind.
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Undie ji,
I appreciate your constructive criticism. Have to say, my eyes have been used to seeing all the graphic details of your sex life and the anatomy of a female body, you so generously portray here in Sajha, so something like this is a fresh breath of air to everybody, I hope.
I will try my best to field your critique in the following lines.

#The title ‘Ring Ring!’ may sound like a kindergarten rhyme, yes but I was trying to give a tribute to the Abba song called ‘Ring Ring’. You could do the honor of googling the song. It may sound funny to you, but I had been a fan to some of their songs ever since I was a kid. Call me an old school for that. Will take it in good humor.

#Well, about the redundant sentences you pointed out in your first underlined paragraph, I agree a conjunction would have better merge them together. What I was thinking at that time was I was trying to describe the scene, the actions that were being played in series just to let to know the readers that how did I end up in a car. I like the option you gave me though, but it kind of sounded too intelligent for a protagonist who is pictured here as this flawed guy in reality, but still I like your paraphrasing.

#I agree “moved out swiftly” could have been replaced with “got out of the seat swiftly” or something in the same line. Now I have to be outside to open the door for the lady right? That was just a mention to the readers that I was out already so that was why I was opening the door for her. She could have opened the door, herself, I agree.

#About phone ringing vehemently, what I was doing there was ‘personifying the inanimate objects’. Like we can say, “the door shrieked a yelp” or the “mountains stood tall”. There are more examples there but I am out of them currently. Regarding “gateway move out”, yes that was a mistake in spelling. Thank you for pointing that out. You got the meaning, I was hatching a plan to have a smooth getaway. I could have dropped ‘move out’.

#Again, the necklace reaching the back pocket of my pants was nothing but exploring a case of personification. Instead of saying I furtively hid it under my clothing, I painted this picture as if the necklace made its own way to my pants, kind of laying blame on the necklace and not me.

#“I stopped the car at nowhere” was to let the readers know that the car was already stopped somewhere while this bickering was going on inside the vehicle. I should have used the past perfect verb like ‘had stopped’, I felt that after rereading the whole scene. ‘at nowhere’ meant I did not know where it was late at the night. Otherwise, how would you configure that speech to tell the readers that you are in the middle of nowhere?

#The blade is called ‘indispensable’, as this was something I needed right at the moment, it empowered me while travelling late nights or while arguing with the lady unable to hide my guilt. I can survive without it but not in those moments.

#Phone ringing ‘callously’ again is personification. I was in the middle of my slumber and then when a phone rings disturbing your sleep, even a low volume ring tone sounds like it is yelling at you, irritating you as now you are awake.

#I appreciate the fix you offered me, but I belong to that category, when you do not have to write everything literally to tell the readers that you were indeed ‘dreaming’. Your settings, your mood of the story and your characterization should be enough to tell you that it was a dream. I do not believe in yelling to readers that it was my dream. This can make them feel stupid that they could not even figure out what I was picturing for them. ‘Show do not tell’, my professors would always hurl those lines at me.

#“Rushing, I picked up the phone” was my way of using gerund in the front to describe my action, like when you say, ‘Sweating, I reached for the towel’ or something like that. It shortens the sentence, While I was sweating, I reached out for the towel’. My way of avoiding redundancy.

#I understand this kind of closure has been well tried out and explored a millionth times by all the writers all around. I agree it may lack originality and all, but well I tried considering the fact that I am not a native English speaker and many a times, I think in my Nepalese way, trying to interpret the emotions in American way. It can make a big mess and at times some funny spectacle for other people.

I used to read a lot in the past but not anymore, because of the digital interventions in my life. I think it is the same for everybody, but still writing used to give me so much high one time in my life, now I am lost and you know it better. I used to get inspired reading about writers such as Kahlil Gibran, who was Lebanese immigrant but later learnt English as an adult and made a big name for himself in the history of American literature. There are engravings of his accomplishment in front of Boston Public Library and this used to make me feel so proud and it still does till to this day. But anyway, that was some journey down the memory lane!

I appreciate your crit. I will try to keep them in mind for future.
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No need to look it up. Listened to my uncles singing them songs. To be honest Ring ring wasn't one of the most popular Abba song. No mention of it even in the museum in Stockholm. Mamma Mia, Bahama Mama, Gimme Gimme Gimme and Dancing queen are more popular.
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Anyways Bennedict. You take care, kaha suna maaf, was fun while it lasted, I apologize for any harm, this is sajha after all, who takes it seriously? I am not planning to visit this site anymore. We are moving to Philadelphia next month, never lived in East coast, better job, new city, nervousness galore. Hopefully we will someday meet.

Carpe Diem.
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....and you think I could only write porn?

Did you forget how I picked apart your juvenile story?

I can school you in literature Bennedict, but you already know that.

Should have kept your mouth shut since I had left you alone, now bear the consequences lol.
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के पुरुफ छ ? पान चपाके?
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बेन्नेडिक्ट ज्यु को महिमा अपरम्पार, वहाँ को अद्भुत प्रयास, एक चोटी पढेर आफ्नो कमेन्ट लेख्न हार्दिक अनुरोध गर्दछु.
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One Apple a day keeps the doctor away
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प्लिज एक चोटी पढेर कमेन्ट गरिदिनु होला.
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