New Step towards Narration

Writing was never one of my strong points. Starting off the Masters course, it  was one of the things I was a little worried about but also adamant to work on. Having the chance to do “Story, Genre and Medium” earlier in my first semester, gave me more confidence in this area, even though I did not necessarily score as much as I was aiming for. I got into the habit of writing a blog, short stories and screenplay which improved over time

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Serendipity

“Wait here…I’ll go get the car.”, he said and ran into the rain.

He got into the car, cursing the Gods, completely drenched. He took another look at the new ring on his finger, sighed, and started the engine.

As he drove the old Honda City towards the building, he saw her. Standing in the rain, eyes closed, facing the sky, and smiling.
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The Dancer

Wiping the sweat off his forehead, he said, “You go ahead. I’ll join you later.”

“No you won’t.”, Naina sighed. “You’re coming with me right now.”

“I promise I’ll join you in a bit.”

“Don’t be such a wuss Ayan. It’s my brother’s wedding.”

“I have never done this sober. And besides, I’m terrible.”

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Pitch Perfect

Last month, a couple of friends and I started working on a project to make a 1 minute short on Domestic Violence. But before we got to making the video, we had to pitch the idea to our professors using a HTML page with all the details. It was the first time I had ever done something like that.
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The Strict One

“Father arrested for threatening to slap his son”, the news reporter read out the headline.

He laughed hearing that.

“I would have been sentenced to life imprisonment if I was in his place”, he smiled turning to his son.

“Naah. They would have freaking hanged you just for the number of times you slapped me”, his son replied back chuckling.

“You turned out alright didn’t you?”

“All thanks to those slaps.”

They both laughed as their wine glasses clinked together. After all, it was his son’s 21st birthday.

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