Forehead tinged with vermilion.


Random picture from google, thank you.

I don’t wrestle with the hue of colors signifying many things but I always wanted to be dressed in RED in my wedding. Any girl wants to look good while accepting a man as a spouse for the remaining duration of life. So did I.

Beauticians and hairdressers were called to deck me up, manicure, pedicure and facials were done. Hair adorably adjusted and I like a mannequin added with fineries was gaping at the reflection on the mirror against me. I was nervously acquainted with a confused timeliness of oxygen and carbonic acid; I was inhaling from the aperture between my jaws and upper lips and exhaling from my olfactory organ.

Everyone was waiting for the barat or the groom’s team to arrive and when a loud sudden music was heard in a dozen of vehicles I turned unconscious, like I inhaled a kerchief damped in chloroform.

Before I was decked up, I was thinking about the step I chose, will I be happy with him? I questioned myself, I dint know how to move on when I still loved Varun. I often thought what Varun’s version would be about the wreckage of our relationship. I wondered if he still loved me, wondered if he knows about my engagement with a random man.

Times I thought about him, my heart used to get heavy, and when I thought about him, I also used to think about how aloof he left me and that’s how I used to feel that I should move on rather than thinking about a betrayer.

I opened my eye in an ATM booth, lying horizontally in a red sari, I was confused, unable to understand when and what had actually happened. I suddenly heard the sounds of a gun, firing in all possible directions. There were around 14 masqueraded mobs outside and I was already in a state of panic anxiety attack.

I was crying helplessly, expecting someone to rescue me.

But at home, the rituals were ready and the bride was being called to complete the knot tying ritual but no one there thought that the bride’s state of affair was like encountering the wrath of a mob.

‘She is inside the booth’ said a voice from the mob.

The masqueraded man carrying a gun dialed a number from his mobile and set it in his speaker. He slowly approached towards me.

He pushed the jammed door in an effort to open it and as he pushed it inside the voice from the receiver turned audible, ‘Hello?’

Hello! What next?
She is inside the ATM, crying helplessly.

I couldn’t figure whom he was talking to but the unidentified speaker just spewed, ‘kill her!’

No, No, No, what have I done? Why do you want to kill me? I said

The masqueraded man fixed his gun, ready to pull his trigger. I was still pleading for my life.

Listen, wait! What do you want? Why do you want to kill me? Tell me? I’ll give you double of the money. But tell me, please! I begged.

Suddenly the jammed door was violently pushed.

Varun? I exclaimed.

He ran and jumped on top of me.

Boom* he took my bullet which hit behind his heart, he bled…

Sirens blew and the mobs were gone, it was a three minutes-episode and Varun was lying dead in my arms, when I was decked as a bride.

Cops flooded in the ATM booth and started with the investigation….

To be continued…
stay tuned!

Varinka Turquoise.



5 things every migrant will experience in Bangalore.


Bangalore. (representative picture)

So you’ve shifted your base to Bangalore and looking for a job? And you still have some time in your hand to see the real city but you are new here? Let me help you!

Layman say that this city is bit expensive as compared to any other, it is indeed true but there’s a lot to explore and experience in this place from shopping to weather. Believe it or not, you can sustain here even if you are unable to meet your financial obligations coz aloo-bondas you get here is so cheap-just 2 rupees. 😉

1. First thing a migrant does here is, get himself/herself a job around Manyata Tech Park.

Because this very tech park embrace many leading companies starting from Microsoft, Concentrix, IBM, Nokia Networks, Philips, Atlas Copco, to AXA Business Services, etc, etc, etc. (the list is still endless)
And it’s a cool place to work.
BPO’s? okay?


Manyata Tech Park. (File photo)

2. Want to meet old friends who are already settled in Bangalore? – They will no doubt call you to MG Road.

As famous as the great India Gate in Delhi- Brigade or MG Road is the location which everyone has visited once in their lifetime. Hanging-out there with old friends will definitely leave a hole in your pocket though. Do not go during your insolvencies. But yeah, Taste of Tibet will take the Northeasterns to the core of nostalgia coz of the steaming bowl of thukpas (noodles) and momos.
Oh! So you have enough cash? You can rock your night in Le Rock or club in fusion.


M.G Road (File photo)

3. Once you start earning, you’ll visit Commercial Street every once in a while for a fine thorough shopping.

Allen Solly or Wrangler, you get to see such outlets everywhere. But those pretty trinkets in the narrow lane of Commercial Street, darn! You’d want to own them all.
Guys, you’ll end up shopping for your girlfriend or sisters.


Shopping in commercial street is fun, really!

4. Bakeries

No, not that type of bakeries you see in your hometown which has so much to do with beautiful sitting arrangements. Here, if you want to drink tea, find a place, sit, drink, get up, dust your pants! But you’ll see lots of employees dropping by, just to drink a glass of tea and one gold-flake-lights. (smoking is injurious to health.)


5. Couldn’t survive in the scorching heat of Chennai? Heya! Bangalore is 22-28 degrees.

So you made a right choice by shifting your base to Bangalore. I sleep without fan (AC is out of question.)

The thing that you can’t resist is Bangalore’s weather. It’s so cool that sometimes you get a thought to go to Delhi just to dry your cloths. At some instance, it takes 2-3 days for your cloths to dry crisply :p


This is peace. 🙂

So come, stay in Bangalore!

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Thank you.

Varinka Turquoise.