Kabir Khan
Bio
I am a student, writing is my passion
Stories (17/0)
Money
After returning from college, Isha went straight to her house The other day, the girl who came home from college and made the whole house think that she was hungry, today she quietly went to her room without saying anything, this has never happened before. Isha's mother Ashadevi went to the kitchen thinking about this After some time, he went to his daughter's room and saw her crying on the pillow Then he came to the girl and patted her on the head and asked what happened Isha wipes her eyes and sits up Nothing happened I am coming to wash my hands, you let me eat Asha Devi thought that the girl will say when she wants, there is no use in forcing her Then mother and daughter sit together to eat Today she cooked Isha's favorite food Isha loves to eat fried rice, chili paneer and tomato chutney Lying at night, Isha thinks--Why did Pritam do this to her Their long relationship, so much love, so many promises are all lies Pritam forgot all this so quickly only because Sumita's father has a lot of money There is no sleep in Asha Devi's eyes today Thinking for the girl Actually, he brought up his daughter with a lot of difficulty, so maybe he can't bear the pain of his daughter Since then, Isha's father has died, but until now, she has been raising her daughter single-handedly He himself does not know when he fell asleep thinking about these things The next morning, he saw his daughter sitting quietly and asked - "Don't you want to go to college?" - I will not go to college today, I don't feel good
By Kabir Khan8 days ago in Humans
Diligent detective
Once upon a time there was a vill(age) named Shamli. And like every other vill Shamli also had a group of kiddies who were stylish musketeers and veritably studious. They were five kiddies named Roshni Daksh Harshit Sejal and Namrata. Namrata was the youthful one and Daksh was the oldest. Daksh was in 10th class and he was the most studious of them all. One day the vill encounter a problem. Someone was stealing the gold coins from the original bank. The townies every time gathered some plutocrat and converted it into gold coins and kept it in the bank as a security which can be used during the times of natural disasters or any unfortunate event. As it was a vill the security at the bank wasn't veritably good. Someone took the advantage of the poor security and stole the gold coins from the bank. There was no indication about who was he she. Police was informed and was asked to probe but Daksh set up commodity weird he couldn't believe that a man from the vill would steal the gold coins when the gold coins were kept for the people of vill itself. Daksh called for an immediate meeting of all his musketeers. Namrata Roshni Harshit and Sejal went in a hurry from their houses because Daksh had contacted" Hey musketeers commodity weird is going on we've to find out what happed ASAP!." The communication itself sounds veritably critical to all of them. When they all gathered in the playground. The stored them that is commodity where is passing as no bone from the vill could ever steal these coins because they were for their own benefit. People of Shamli aren't that greedy that they'll steal the plutocrat which was for their own benefit. People of Shamli lived like a family and it was a peaceful vill with no screams at all. All of the musketeers agreed that no bone from the vill could ever Steel the gold coins. And and all of them decided to break the riddle by themselves. Daksh went to the bank to find some suggestions. Daksh was really into the riddle dramatizations, he watched crime shows and had a curious personality to know everything. At the bank, he set up vestiges with his magnifying glass. And as he'd studied he collected one footmark and took it to the forensic lab in the near megacity with the authorization of bobby as the bobby was impressed by the knowledge of Daksh. As he reached the lab the lab attendant told him that he will come to his vill and take vestiges of all the members of the vill and the near vill. The coming day the attendant came with his platoon and collected samples. And after a week, the results came, and the vestiges in the bank matched with Raman. He was the son of the head of the vill. On probing him, he told that as his father was the head of the vill he was forced to come an mastermind. But he wanted to come an artist he wanted plutocrat to share in the National Artists Hunt. But his father refused and said that if he will come an artist he will not accept him as his son. He'd no other option except stealing. Daksh understood Raman's situation as he'd seen Namrata face the same situation. Daksh decided to host a exhibition and asked Raman to display his oils there. And he also induced the police officer to leave Raman as he returned the gold coins. At the exhibition everybody came and all were impressed by the oils and were desperately staying to know the name of the artist. And also Daksh blazoned that the artist of the mesmerizing art was Raman. Everyone was surprised and complimented Raman's father for having such a talented son. His father learnt his assignment and Raman was given some gold coins for his competition and he won it. And he thanked Daksh as without him none of this would have been possible.
By Kabir Khan8 days ago in Fiction
The Journey
It is said that a long journey teaches you a lot of things. But in my case until now, it had taught me only the different versions of boredom. It was the start of the winter semester in my college, and so, I was again on a journey by train for the covering up of the distance of 800 kilometers between my hometown and my destination. Since I always travel alone, so I find new ways to pass my time, be it by reading a new novel or be it just by sleeping for most of the part of my journey. This time I had chosen the latter. It was 5 in the evening, when I woke up a little nauseous and drowsy from the extra long sleep that I have had. "It is still going to take 12 hours", I thought to myself, and with a sigh of boredom I sat by the window, since it was winter time the dusk had started to fall early and the blazing orange sky was lighting my mood. Just then the train halted at a station, and a middle-aged couple entered my coach and sat on the seat next to mine. Along with them there was a girl wearing a cream color jacket and a black trouser, I did not see her face at the first instance, as I was a complete mess after waking up, and neither had I washed my face nor my hair was brushed properly. And I did not want to ruin my first impression on her. I was deliberately avoiding any contact with the family and specially with her, and since I was a total stranger to them it was to my advantage. I had not seen her yet, but had heard her. Her voice was like melted chocolate, so smooth and so soothing, that it seemed her words were melting down my ear giving me a sensation of peace and harmony, hence calming my mind. As soon as the three were settled and were engaged in conversation, I saw a chance to silently go to the washroom and look like a human being from this planet, and so I grabbed this opportunity. When I came back from the washroom, there was a different situation awaiting me, by now now the girl was sitting by the window opposite to mine and was partly conversing with her family members and partly looking outside the window. As the train left, I sat down on my seat. This was the first time I saw her face, she had a fair complexion, with eyes so big and bright as if they could hold the entire secrets of the universe and yet would still have some space left. Her cheeks looked soft and smooth like a baby's skin, her lips were cherry pink that opened to spell only sweetness. For a moment, I just couldn't take my eyes off her face or rather I didn't want to.As the sun was setting rapidly, the dying sun rays were falling on her face as if they wanted to give their energy to her. And her face was happily accepting it, and hence was glowing with a positive aura. Then for a second she looked at me, her gleaming eyes made me senseless for a second, and then my mind jolted back, and as a quick reaction I started looking down. I was literally cursing my self at that time, that how could I be so naive to behave like a stalker. I couldn't speak a word after that, I wanted to apologize but couldn't because I was feeling shameful for my recent actions. As the train was gaining speed, the cold breeze was gushing in through the windows, making her more and more shriveled in her jacket. It was now, that I had realized that she was not quite clad for this harsh weather. As the time passed it was becoming more clear. I thought to myself I wish I could do something for her, and then it suddenly struck me. Why don't I give my blanket to her, I don't need one, I am properly clad. So I did it, I offered her my blanket, with a smile on my face, I leaned towards her a little bit and let it out to her so that she could take it. For a moment she seemed surprised by the sudden act of generosity by a stranger sitting next to her, but then she with her heart warming smile, graciously accepted it. I felt a little relieved but with a tinge of sadness because I wanted to talk with her, but again couldn't speak a word, I then just sat back, without speaking a word. Then after a few minutes, a voice as clear as the yosemite waterfall and as soft as a rose flower reached my ear saying, "Hi, thanks for the blanket, my name is Richa and you are?," while her goddess like eyes were upon me waiting for an answer, I sat there startled for a moment, then I introduced myself, and so the conversation began. The conversation we had was long, it seemed as if we had known each other for a long time. Her charisma, and vibrant nature never made me feel that I was a complete stranger to her. I never wanted this conversation to end, but it did as her destination arrived. And since that day, we are friends and I hope we remain forever. It is said that good memories are etched into the mind, but my this meeting with her has been etched in my heart, and she with her grace and adorable eyes will always remain there.
By Kabir Khan8 days ago in Fiction