top of page
  • Writer's pictureDragonfly Films

Charm of Fate: A Delhi Tale

In the city of Delhi, where the ancient and the modern coexisted in a chaotic harmony, a young woman named Meera found herself in the midst of an adventure. She was a vibrant soul, drawn to the city's vibrant markets, historic monuments, and the tantalizing blend of aromas that filled the air.

One afternoon, Meera was strolling through the streets of Old Delhi, lost in the sensory overload of the bazaars. She was searching for the perfect good-luck charm to gift to her best friend, Riya, who was about to embark on a new job in a distant land. Meera believed that a little token of good fortune could go a long way in protecting her friend from the uncertainties of life.

As she meandered through the crowded lanes, Meera suddenly spotted a tiny antique shop tucked away in a narrow alley. Its shelves were laden with trinkets, relics of another era, and amulets. Intrigued, she entered the dimly lit store and began sifting through the items. That's when she saw it—a delicate, silver charm with intricate engravings. Meera had a gut feeling that this was the perfect good-luck charm for Riya, so she purchased it without hesitation.

Elated with her find, she wandered over to a park near India Gate, where she had spent countless hours with her ex-boyfriend, Aryan, in the past. Memories of their time together filled her mind, both the joyful and the painful. They had shared their dreams, watched the sunset over the Delhi skyline, and even exchanged stories about their hopes for the future. But as fate would have it, they had parted ways on less than amicable terms, and the memories of their relationship were now tinged with sadness.

As Meera sat on a park bench, lost in thought, she noticed a pair of binoculars perched on a nearby table, seemingly abandoned. A sudden curiosity overcame her, and she picked them up, deciding to see the world through a different lens. Adjusting the focus, she peered through the binoculars and began scanning the city's distant horizon.

As the binoculars brought the city into sharper view, Meera's gaze settled on a familiar figure standing on a rooftop not far from the park. It was Aryan, her ex-boyfriend. A shock of surprise coursed through her as she watched him, her heart pounding. Meera was struck by the coincidence of seeing him on the very day she had found the good-luck charm.

With hope in her heart, she began to approach Aryan, the charm clutched in her hand. She was mere steps away when Aryan, who had been standing precariously close to the edge of the rooftop, lost his balance and fell to his death, disappearing from her sight in an instant.

Meera stood there in shock, clutching the charm tightly in her hand. The symbol of good luck now seemed like a cruel twist of fate. Had the charm been a harbinger of misfortune instead of fortune? The line between good luck and bad luck had blurred into an incomprehensible tangle of emotions.

- Suresh Menon

3 views0 comments

Recent Posts

See All


bottom of page