Written For Someone

By Preeti Pillai

Somewhere along the deserted road, a crumpled ball of papers was waiting to be found. Once found, it would change lives.

'Written for Someone’ is a short story series of 6 episodes; each depicting courage, love and their reciprocity; and how whatever you give around you, comes back to you.

‘Written for Someone’ is Preeti Pillai’s second released work of ficton, the first one being‘Stranger Ways’ (short fiction), released in the year 2012.

The core of Preeti’s writing remains the feeling of connectedness between human beings, a connectedness that stretches beyond the limitations of familiarity; and in ‘Written for Someone’, she portrays how all of us really are links that are a part of one vicious chain; how sometimes, even the smallest of our words and acts can travel through the channel of humankind; and reach out to touch a life we don’t even know exists...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Preeti Pillai
• Release date: Jul 5, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310290664

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Written For Someone

Preeti Pillai

Smashwords Edition

Copyright 2014 Preeti Pillai

Image Credit: Vaneet Raj

Contents

A note of dedication

Chapter One: Mani

Chapter Two: Dileep Chacha ki Chai

Chapter Three: Vidya's Maa

Chapter Four: Abhay

Chapter Five: Zarina

Chapter Six: Anonymous

About the Author

A note of Dedication

Every book, every page, every phrase and every word that is written, is written for someone. The sole purpose of the written is to find its reader.

He then gives it a life of its own.

I dedicate this book to you. If not all of it will be etched in your heart, there’s something in this book that was written for you. It could be

a story, a quote or even a word. Whatever it is, I hope you find it, and you carry it with you.

And that you give it a meaning and life of its own.

Chapter One: Mani….

To meet the young boy in this story, you would have to take the road less travelled. Literally.

The boy spends his days and nights in a dark, shady place. And his only source of light after sunset flickers from one light pole on that deserted lane, the only one that functions. Scattered around the small halo of that dull light is the boy’s haven. A place where you and I wouldn’t want to go, a stretch of road we couldn’t pass without clenching our nostrils, or frowning at the massiveness of the untreated carcass. It is that common sight of any neighbourhood garbage dumpster; huge metal bins hidden somewhere under overflowing heaps of waste, lying generously open for fleas and birds and cattle to binge on. And you and I wouldn’t even notice the little shack of the young boy, made inadequately of 3 bare sheets of tin that shuddered noisily in wind and rain. How a young boy of 14 could live his every day perched right behind the dump, where he ate, where he slept, where he had sleepless nights and sometimes even hopeful dreams under that very stench and dirt, was a question that concerned nobody; not even his own father, a drunkard who had every vice