Read : The Bench by Bala Iyengar, Blank Space

Bala Iyengar

The Bench is the first story of Blank Space. A story which conveys us the message that inspiration is not about winning or conquering our desires. But inspiration is all about contentment in life.

It is all about facing the truths of life without sadness, but remembering the memories on a positive note. Bala has given life to a Bench and it’s lifetime journey with a lovely couple.


Preethi Venugopala : ‘The Bench’ was the story that I liked most in Blank Space. The lyrical descriptions, the depth of the emotions that are conveyed through the few paragraphs, the characters…everything was memorable.

Sourav Ghosh : I loved it. Touched my heart.

Saurabh Mishra : Read it long back and somehow I felt that my story was coherent with it but just set in another spacetime(metaphorically). I loved the diction. it’s beautiful

Ruchi Chopra : The Bench- evokes strong emotions, celebrate passion of 2 souls….imagery is wonderful & vivid…diction is beautiful…I enjoyed reading it. Bala, best of luck!

Shail Raghuvanshi : Bala’s story explores the charm of sentiment and of nostalgia. It, so beautifully takes you back into time and draws you into the old world charm and beauty of love that is ever eternal, even after death. Thank you Bala.

Namita Sunder :  Soft, silken, soothing ‘the bench’ is like a fragrance you inhale and let it float slowly inside your being. Thanks Bala reading your story was a beautiful enriching experience.

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Story : Poverty Cannot Limit Love

Poverty is no limit for love

A very poor man lived with his wife.

One day, his wife, who had very long hair asked him to buy her a comb for her hair to grow well and to be well-groomed.

The man felt very sorry and said no. He explained that he did not even have enough money to fix the strap of his watch he had just broken. She did not insist on her request.

The man went to work and passed by a watch shop, sold his damaged watch at a low price and went to buy a comb for his wife. He came home in the evening with the comb in his hand ready to give to his wife.

He was surprised when he saw his wife with a very short haircut.

She had sold her hair and was holding a new watch band.

Tears flowed simultaneously from their eyes, not for the futility of their actions, but for the reciprocity of their love.


Courtesy and Credits: Unknown Author


Story : When You Trust… Trust Like a Child

child in airplane

A Flight was flying through the clouds Suddenly it lost the balance.

Everyone started shouting in fear. But, a small girl kept playing with her toy.

After an hour, the flight was landed safely. A man asked the girl, “How could you play with your toy when everyone else was afraid?”

The small girl smiled and said, “My dad is the pilot, I knew he’ll land me safely!!!”


Credits: Author – Unknown


Story : You don’t need feet to Dance

Sudha Chandran

Sudha Chandran, a classical dancer from India, was cut off in the prime of her career – quite literally – when her right leg had to be amputated after a car accident. Though the incident brought her bright career to a halt, she didn’t give up. In the painful months that followed, she met a doctor who developed an artificial limb made from vulcanized rubber filled with sponge.

So intense was her desire that she decided to go back to dancing after she had been fitted with an artificial leg.

Sudha knew that she believed in herself and could fulfill her dream, she began her courageous journey back to the world of dancing – learning to balance, bend, stretch, walk, turn, twist, twirl and finally dance.

After every public recital, she would ask her Dad about her performance. ‘You still have a long way to go’ was the answer she use to get in return.

In January 1984, Sudha made a historic comeback by giving a public recital in Bombay. She performed in such a marvelous manner that it moved everyone to tears while catapulting her to the number one position again.

That evening when she asked the usual question her dad, he didn’t say anything. He just touched her feet as a tribute to a great artiste.

Sudha’s comeback was such heart-warming that a film producer was inspired to capture the incident into a celluloid box office hit, `Mayuri.’

When someone asked Sudha how she had managed to dance again, she said quite simply, ‘YOU DON’T NEED FEET TO DANCE.’

Nothing is impossible in this world. If you have the will to win, you can achieve anything.

Here is one of her performance

Story : The Cockroach Lesson

Cockroach

Suddenly, a cockroach flew from somewhere and sat on her. I wondered if this was the cockroach’s response to all the glory that was spoken about it! She started screaming out of fear. With panic stricken face and trembling voice, she started doing jumping, with both her hands desperately trying to get rid of the cockroach. Her reaction was contagious, as everyone in her group got cranky to what was happening. The lady finally managed to push the cockroach to another lady in the group. Now, it was the turn of the other lady in the group to continue the drama. The waiter rushed forward to their rescue. In the relay of throwing, the cockroach next fell upon the waiter. The waiter stood firm, composed himself and observed the behavior of the cockroach on his shirt. When he was confident enough, he grabbed and threw it out with his fingers.

Sipping my coffee and watching the amusement, the antenna of my mind picked up a few thoughts and started wondering, was the cockroach responsible for their histrionic behavior? If so, then why was the waiter not disturbed? He handled it near to perfection, without any chaos. It is not the cockroach, but the inability of the ladies to handle the disturbance caused by the cockroach that disturbed the ladies.

I realized even in my case then, it is not the shouting of my father or my boss that disturbs me, but its my inability to handle the disturbances caused by their shouting that disturbs me.

It’s not the traffic jams on the road that disturbs me, but my inability to handle the disturbance caused by the traffic jam that disturbs me.

More than the problem, it’s my reaction to the problem that hurts me.