The chat box

She opened facebook, a li'l excited.She knew her message icon would blink.She clicked it.In the first tab was the message she was waiting  to read the whole day.She opened the chat box. His text read, " I have been waiting the whole day.Where are u?"

She started typing, but immediately lost the nerve to continue. Why should she chat with a strange person? What on earth has he done for her? Words can triumph a palace in mind.But they have the power to tumble-down the same palace. It's as simple as that.She has heard parents warning their daughters not to trust anyone through facebook, chats etc..And she knew with all her brain that she was  not under the clutches of blind 'Trust'. But she wanted to hang on. What if she getsno one to talk to? What if she regrets at a later stage for losing him?

Though these thoughts searched for a base to hold on, fear had started engulfing her..Fear of losing herself..Fear of not having anyone.Fear of living alone ..

They kept talking for days..months..About movies, their future plans on studies, their friends and what more, their discussions even took up international crises..

She neither saw him in person , nor did she try see him.But the voice inside her kept telling," Don't miss a thing in life"

To end this 'fear Vs fall' war , one day, she said, 'YES'..she thought that the worlds would come down to hug her for her courage, that the seas would cover her with glory.Above all, she wanted him to come face to face and talk something that would soothe her ears.

She supposed, if she met him face to face, if she could prove herself that he was flesh and blood, his spell would break and she would be free again. She wanted to believe that it was only a matter of time and patience.But that never happened. She knew, sooner or later, she would know the truth. And that the truth would liberate her. Slowly, she envisaged the journey she took.After all, what did she know about him, other than what he  told her?By then, she was determined to personate him as an antihero.

When one is willing to present someone as a badass, there are 2 possibilities: either he is too good, or one has no idea of that someone.

Suddenly she knew, she had no idea of him.

She was ready to let go.'Death of thoughts' was the only way out.The truth is, she never got to know anyone well.She wouldn't let them.She was a very private person , and sometimes it seemed that she was no longer interested in the world or in other people.Never mind whatever might have been between people.'Death of thought' does that:it makes everyone feel sentimental.When we stand in front of a died thought, we see only what is good , or what we wish to see.She believed that nothing happens by a chance.Deep down, things have their own secret plan, even though she didn't understand it at the moment.

Her soul is in her stories.She asked herself who inspired her to befriend people and she found the answer: no one.That , all of her 'people' were herself , from different angles.She knew , it's hard to live alone. But it's harder to live on something that probably doesn't exist.She opened a book.It read, " There are 2 kinds of definitions: the one you define,  and the one that defines you. But nothing, whatever it may be, can make you, without your consent.Turn your wounds into wisdom". She closed the book.She smiled, cause she knew the difference then.....

courtesy: someone who doesn't want her name to be revealed.

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IT.....             


                               'To b secure on d land, one must b supreme at d sea'- wen I was waiting for psychological test, i read it and , my mind began to work rapidly.India , being  a peninsular region, has to b secure. Yeah...I knew it already.But was I so much interested in securing d land???May b no..Or perhaps , yes..For I have  missed my farewell and last year arts fest for this selection..SSB was not my dream.I knew it by heart..But there was this urge, hard to explain kinda thing , that held me there like  a prisoner wen I cud have  had so much fun in my place."Chest num:10, what r u looking at? Listen to what I say"..I heard the instructor  shouting at me..For all those days, I have never given ears to the instructor..I was trapped inside a question,
  " Y am I here?"
But when students queued up with wild enthusiasm that was unsettling, i had made an answer.
I was on a run.
Everybody wants to run.At some point in life, everybody thinks about walking away.Life's always better on the beach or in the mountains.  Problems can be left behind.It's inbred in us.We're the products of immigrants who left miserable conditions and came in search of a better life. And yet, I was there, to experience something, hoping for a miracle that could transform me to a supernatural being. I had my interview the very next day.
He asked, "What was ur dream as a child? "
I responded, this time totally honest-"As a child, I wanted to be a film actor."
He continued-"And now? "
I answered without hesitation-"Now i am in the process of discovery."
He was amused-"Then why ssb?"
I replied-"I wanted to say the truth atleast in one interview.I don't wanna bluff and get a job.Thank you sir for giving me this opportunity to speak the truth"

He was baffled.My interview was over by a span of 20-30 minutes when others had it for almost one hour. I was rejected for such a blatant response, as well.But I can say, with no doubt that, this was the best interview in my life.And, the best days i can never forget.A figment of me will always cherish , thinking of my friends there..All from India, from diverse cultures..With different views, but with same aim-NAVY..Though I was an odd one with a very different aim,  this team taught me  a unified truth that i knew deep in my heart...The truth I refused to accept. That Life on the run was life in the past.There was no closure to it..But i was ready to close that , then.After my five days in the ssb, i was freely riding a bicycle inside IISc..A poem suddenly broke out from nowhere-

" One fine morning, I woke up , searching for 'it'..

I asked my friends

I searched in my family

I didn't know'its' name

I didn't know 'its' form

I thought 'it' could come from fantasies

And started searching new shores

But one day I found 'it'

'It' had no name, no form

'It' was music to d soul, dance to d body

By then, I had started missing 'it'

'It' was me and I embraced 'it' with open heart"


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PERHAPS, THERE ARE REASONS...

                           She looked outside through the window. But there was not a trace of a bike.Was she expecting? Before she could recollect her thoughts, her phone beeped. 

And the message read, "Tell me the exact location."

By that time, she had started having second thoughts. She typed in a haste, "Hey, I don't think the challenge is worth it. Drop the matter and ride back."

But he was glued to his decision.

"It is one thing to not take up a challenge than to take and lose. I would rather go for the latter."

Yeah...She was a crazy stuff...Eccentric..Arrogant..And even a condemner at times...But the whole idea of aiding a boy to find her house and betting him to come up at night seemed like an odd combo of all these.Somehow, the wager seemed terribly ridiculous.

The phone beeped again.This time, she felt a panic.The message read, "I am at the junction. Which path should I take?"

Her mind was recalculating all the possible ways to get out of the troubles. But her heart, which loved music. art and all matters that were not considered practical in the world, concluded that it preferred to see something wild . Before her mind could read answers, her hands had given the location. The  more she thought of the entire thing, the more confused she felt. She heard a tyre creaking all of a sudden. She looked out. There he was, decisive and resolute.She literally laughed. No complications,,, no second thoughts..He did not honk, nor did he create a commotion. That moment was like a spell, strong enough to push sidewalls. But the purity of the spell left with him, when he drove off. 

She flashed through her memories. When he told her there was something about her, she had laughed off. Eventually, she has even shown him her house. Where was she heading to?

She saw her parents chitchatting merrily.With the sight of them, she felt her heart heavy. And to feel phony around them, she believed, is the greatest sin ever. She called her dad and told the entire story. Though he wore an expression of shock, he spoke with a a controlled tone,"You tend to complicate your life, as if living weren't already complicated enough. Take it easy...Things happen at this age..And take it as a form of present.Presents are given for the pleasure of the one giving it and not for the one who is receiving it. Take it that way, dear." And he wished her good night.

If someone ever has a daughter- A blessing no one would wish on anyone, because it' almost a law that sooner or later, she will break her dad's heart- that someone will begin, without realising it, to divide men into 2 camps: those who are trying on her and those who are not. Whoever says that's not true is lying through his teeth.

Silence and doubt gnawed at her. She knew the feeling she had was 'floating' and not 'falling'..Moreover, she did not want to be the one playing with a boy like a cat with a canary.

She wondered what on earth he saw in her that could make him feel to befriend her, other than her eagerness to escape into the unknown worlds and second hand dreams.

She took her phone and typed:

" Oil asked a half filled cup of pure water, 'May I fill you?'

The cup replied, 'Try it. But the result, I suppose, will only be an emulsion.'

But the oil tried knowing ,the difference cannot be made. And the cup thanked him for trying"

She clicked the send button and turned her phone off.

                                                     courtesy: A student , CET Engineering college, The shadow of the wind(a mystery I have read)

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THE DAY!!!!!!

Cries....Loud cries...Relatives waited outside for the baby girl

It was dawn break.They named her, 'The Day'.

They blessed her with wishes. The child that could meet their expectations was right in front of them to live a whole life.They had a lot to do for, 'The Day'.The way she should grow, surrealism in thoughts and duty in actions...They had a lot to teach her.

She grew, seeing a bloom blossom, watching the birds chirping, wondering at the shining river water..And what more!!She thrilled everyone around. The surroundings showered her with great love..

She grew.

Glowing with miraculous power, she lit even fine grains of sand. She was omnipresent and, her power never diminished. But to her dismay, she was rewarded only with admonishments. Every street corner corner envied her for her enthusiasm. But the constant jibes held a postion somewhere in the sleek part of her heart. And her dreams got shattered. But her youth didn't stand long.Middle age crawled in.

Yes...She grew..

She knows for sure that she has started losing the ace. But she tried to keep up. Though not so powerful, she was in there lighting up tender love,  appreciating family reunion . But this was close to nothing.

She grew old. She lost her sheen. The blooms once blossomed were bidding farewell. The birds didn't exchange words with her.Instead, they set their nests up. River water turned calm and quiet in her presence. Yes..She was decaying. Her old age was devouring her. She knew the end was soon. Without much fanfare, she bit the dust. As her tomb, her family set 'Moon'.

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   As I unpack my dream!!!

                                 I was at my office when I received a message that said my ordered pair of "Ghungroo" will arrive today. I was overwhelmingly happy. It was always a dream to start over.Though I was not a frequent performer never was I reluctant to grab the few opportunities that came my way.I have always rejoiced at the way my feet worked on the ground when my mind floated among the clouds. I forget my worries, I forget my nullity, I forget myself. That's what is special being a dancer....it made me embrace the world as it is....with all that imperfections and wild exuberance. Thoughts flashed.... the realization struck. I have changed...changed for some reason. I am not the person  I was. Oh yeah!! those thoughts... They eat me always, but this time they brought tears to my eyes. I kept my phone aside, wiped off the tears and continued my work. 

                             It was almost 5:00 in the evening when I reached back home. There waited a parcel, packed carelessly and thrown to the ground with some carefree demeanour.....just like my shattered dreams, there laid my ghungroo orphaned. Without much thought I hid it under the drape of my saree and quickly got inside.

                                To my husband, goggling at the computer I said with amazement about my new pair of ghungroo. For him it was not a meaty piece of information. Something else mocked in his head, he asked, "How much does this cost?" I went mute. I opened my mouth to say something, but on second thoughts I let it dissolve. It was then my daughter who came running. As if spilling the beans, I talked in a blue streak, "See, what I have got" and extended the pack. She stood silent..neither did she looked to my hands nor did she give a smile. She ran out throwing her bag carelessly to meet her friends. My daughter, she's too bubbly..,I chuckled.

                                 It was time for a hot cup of tea and snack. I put the parcel aside and walked to the kitchen. I felt my heart heavy. But I didn't bother to think about it.

                                Sitting infront of  served tea and snack...like a child.....I waited to get some words of approval or appreciation from my husband. He talked about nothing but falling stock rates and tense market conditions. I felt so lonely deep inside my heart. Questions popped up. But my heart won over my brain in the race for answers. I hid the sudden outburst of tears and got up silently collecting the cups and plates and walked towards the kitchen. Yes, dancers are good at controlling emotions and putting a fake one on face if the story  is in demand for it.

                                 Getting things done, I walked to my room with the parcel. Though my excitement had disparaged I ran hands over the parcel to tear it open, yes to tear open the dreams that remained packed for years. "Maaamaaaaa....." my daughter called out. "Help me out with this home work please!" she shouted. Changing priorities.....!!!!I remembered what my mother said.I forced my mind to shuffle and rearrange the priority list which I have been doing for the past 5 years. The wait is not yet over. I put the packet aside and walked to my daughter's room. She was all ready with books and pencil. I took her through the magical world of stories. She was Cindrella.. I was her Stepmother...She was Thumbelina ...I was that Toad!!!....Ahh!!! the plays didn't go as mad as expected. I saw a rewarding smile in her face. It is often overlooked in the aspect of dance training..character helps dancers to gain deeper understanding of the story. Portraying a character convincingly without the boosting of music is the sign of a versatile dancer. I can get a pass mark on that, I thought.

                                      I have never been this busy before....may be it's just a feeling. It was 10:00 at night when I got time to breathe. I didn't even bother to wipe off my sweat. With all eagerness I tore open the packet. The pair of ghungroos fell on my lap. Cling!!!! I took it with grace and ran hands over the bells beautifully strung together. My heart lightened. I tied them above my ankles and stood still for a second. I made small steps....poses....and danced. There was no one to see my performance that night. I didn't want to bother my daughter or my husband who were already asleep.  And I danced.....The walls and the paintings on them became  silent witnesses. Yes...witnessing the performance of an unfortunate dancer.

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        a story......                                        

                                                        And then he began his story .."Once upon a time, 5 pens decided to find their destinations. They went to the market desiring for a better future. In a small, dimly lit shop, they sat dreaming for a miracle. In less than 2 days, 2 of them were taken to the King's palace , where they were greeted by wealth and prosperity. In a week, the 3rd one was admitted to a court where it was assigned to set rules and regulations. Unlike the other 2, it had a duty and this made it proud. A couple of weeks passed by. One among the last 2 was bought by an accountant who handled business. It rejoiced since it was meant to manage 'money'- The most powerful element on earth. The last one waited patiently for its turn. Hours, days and weeks passed by. The owner of the shop tried his level best to sell it. But none of his tries borne fruit. Months later, when he was sure that no one would turn up for this pen, he handed it over to a poor man who had no house or job. The pen cried lamenting its fate.  But the man, who had no pen till date, started writing stories. And this pen lived a life when other pens just survived...The end" - The writer smiled and told the interviewer, "This is my story".

"But sir"- The interviewer interrupted, " What shall I make out of this?"

The writer frowned, but immediately dangled his eyebrows up and down. With an exhale,he remarked, "What you wish to perceive!"

With this he bid farewell.

As always, words remained secret doorways and he held all the keys.

The interviewer smiled ...That's the thing about people who kept moving, packing and leaving, and always remaining a mystery. You feel phony around them..

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To
My Diary

                Today, when I am totally ready to share my feelings with you, I thought I should share these with masses, as I am wholly sure that I resonate the minds of 67 people. 67 souls who were joining their hands for adventures, making invisible friends in nature, whose smell they carry on their hands. I am sorry that this time, I am sharing things not just with you , but with many since we 67 had left shadows all the way from HP to Kerala.

I was wonder-struck at each thing I saw.Words fail when I am so much in want of them. I wanted to extricate what I felt, when I was mesmerised by the sight of the great tomb, 'Taj Mahal'. I wanted my eyes to pierce deeper and deeper when I saw Taj floating in the clouds. More than a vision, it was a feeling you get when you sieve the indifference and, view it from Agra fort. There started the flamboyant journey. Each time, I felt sure that, nature had been waiting for me, for years, probably since before I was born.

Kullu, Manali-Places always worshipped for their beauty had more to tell. Chillness was one thing; but the wind there carried purity, as if summoning anyone who paid a visit there.

When we were back to Delhi, I remembered someone...Someone who called Delhi a romantic city...Yes, I did get the feeling this time. And at last, when I knew it's time to pen all these, I wanted to reverberate the feelings of all the 67

Well..If you ask me, a journey is a robber of hearts, and I will never forgive nature for that. But if I must be frank, a day won't go by without me thinking of this trip, of the walks we had, or of how I felt when I stood dumbfounded in front of all the wonders I witnessed. Each place I saw had been somebody's best friend. And in each of them is a boundless universe yet to be discovered.

The first images, the echo of nature accompany us throughout our lives and remain dusted in our memories.No matter how many trips you make, how much you learn, how great you travel...these images leave a picture that can never be forgotten, however hard you try...

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    BECAUSE STREETS ALWAYS HAVE SOMETHING IN STORE!!!!

                                    On my way back from college, I took up a small task.The task of delectation.When you travel ,you have a million wonders around.And if you can see at least a 100, you're a genius.This may sound as if I am thriving on geniuses.But you got it wrong there!What I yearn, is to see it,embellish it,to again see it...And this must go with amazing rapidity!!There I was,riding all alone in the middle of the day,with the Sun burning my head out,and more importantly,the same direction I have been following for the past 4 years.And guess what I got!!Stories...Endless stories from each thing I saw.And I was startled to hear these stories..Those that were never listened to..

            The crack on the road cautioned me of its age,the flag of a political group recounted an endless saga,the electric post on the roadside declared itself dangerous,dried up trees displayed old age,tender plants spoke of love.Even the Sun burning my head showed signs of damage.I rejoiced at the way my mind worked.All of a sudden, everything got life.The streets were counting on me.Even after 20 long years, they have never given up on me.

         At my home, I opened the book. The book that laid blank for many years.That was when my pen joined me.And there started our journey together.Now my heart warms at the prospect of having impressive convos....Because streets always have something in store....!!!



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  The Dreams That Could Let Her Shine...!!!!!  

            I opened the album.📗There was a lil girl looking at me.👧She was cute and smiled hard😁.Her tenderness revealed immaturity☺. Her kohl spread eyes displayed her mother's expectations⺟.Her hand holding a toy car called for dreamsᗥ.Her feet ready to move taught me stubbornness👣. Her shabby hair told me, "She doesn't care"😆.And in short, she was ready to bloom. Just like a flower bud desiring for the Sun, she was yearning for future. 🎕

            

            I flipped through the pages📗.And there I saw, a grown up figure gazing at me. She was beautiful and smiled softly☻. Her squared face disclosed maturity. Carefully lined eyes showed the need for people's approval.〠☹Her hand, holding a car key defined responsibility⤫. Her feet fixed on the ground detailed decision👣. Her neatly tied hair shouted,"social taming". And in short, she was ready to settle...Settle to social needs.☝

            

             I closed the album and looked up to the mirror.And there she was.😧.The grown up figure whose life was polished beyond question.☺ But somewhere in the midst of refining, she lost her wild dreams.

The dreams that could let her shine..💗

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THE BEGINNING.....!!!!!!!!!👯

"Good morning..This is from *** business school.This call is to inform you about the admission for MBA degree in our college..."The husky voice continued in a hustle. Before further elaboration, the other end of the line gave away, " Hmmm...Meet you tomorrow ,sir. Thank you."

The line went dead.💀

She stared at the blank wall in front of her and counted,'10'..This was the 10th call she received from various management schools since morning.👆

Her life story was not of the impressive kind.It was not a laudable story worth writing about, nor was it painfully bad. It was something that dissolved with time, forgotten quickly and dusted."Dusted" because she never got a chance to talk about it. Each time she earns the verve to slip it out, she is hit by  pieces of advice, and suggestions from people around. And she was tired..She wanted time to think...Time to reach a decision pleasing her mind, soothing her heart. But then,who cared for her time?👀

Time moves just like that 😑and one is busy scheduling one's life to the intricacies of it. And the world drops down for anyone who is behind the schedule.😐

She exhaled.She thought of her teens.How she grew up dreaming to be someone great! She was not sure of the details, but was transfixed to the wonders life may grant her. She didn't miss any opportunities. But after 20 years of life, she atleast had an idea of the track she moved..Indecisions.😓..Abstractness.✋..Wasn't she a molded mass of anxiety, excitement? By then, she knew the answer. She was a confused mixture of lessons learned and those to preach. And thats the thing about people who believe everything others say. They think everyone is goddamn pure.💙

And now,  she was in a state not to care. She has learned enough. The games of others have ended. She took a piece of paper and wrote, 'THE BEGINNING!' and stuck to the wall in front of her. One last look at it and there laid her mobile with sim card removed..She was on a race of her own..!!✌

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💓Happy Valentine's day💓

I looked at him𝨔.  I was not sure if my eyes were fixed on him for a second or two...Was I staring? Before I could collect answers, he looked back𝨔. My heart froze. But my eyes betrayed my heart.They were there casually seeing the sights around.

Flashbacks....

The first time I saw him it didn't give me butterflies🤔. But somewhere in the back of my head, I knew I found a heaven for my heart💓. Each time I saw him, I felt closer. I was sure of his movements. His love. Slowly I learned his feelings for me and the learning happened when we passed by in the corridor, near the office, or even in the examination hall. But I restrained. I noted down the aftermath I may have to face. If I am ready to give a positive nod..... a wonderful love life, followed by family issues, an eventual decay of the so called love I am yearning for. Dead.....😢 I wondered, the way my mind went. Wow!!! I was not ready for this yet. I was counting on impossibilities rather than possibilities. By then I knew, love is meant to be celebrated by strong hearted people. May be I am not of that kind. What more, I decided to remain single😀. 

And now I walk searching for him in the crowd. I know his thoughts. I know how he wishes to be mine. Just like the two eyes on a face, we existed, admiring the beauty around. But I knew for sure though the eyes didn't reward each other, they remained beautiful as two. They say love is blind. But I think it is more beautiful when you are ready to see the sights around. Happy valentine's day folks!❤

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                      ### CoNfeSSion@........................!!

           

                    She thought it one last moment.."CONFESSION!!"🙏..She was ready to go with it😶.

It all began a few months ago ➼when she knew she could no longer be happy with her husband.☝After all,what does a diploma graduate have to do anything with the life of an IIM guy?✋ And this thought eventually led to 'It all began' story.😫 A love story in her marital life;what they call 'After marital relation' with decorations.

She was travelling by bus when she first saw him❤Then they met several times accidentally.She knew she had seen him somewhere.And this knowledge indeed turned dangerous.She could not get him out of her head👀👀As for certain,they built a bond hard to break.💗💗And he asked her if she could step into his life.Born into a family rich in tradition,she knew 'her husband 'was her God.😞But by then,she had breached the unannounced pact.😳

She thought it one last moment,"CONFESSION!!"..She did not care its impact.She was ready to set out of her benchmark😑.She was scared to do it.😟But in the backyard of her mind,she had"confession" engraved.Her mind jumping on thoughts was immediately brought on track when her husband said,"What is it?I gotta go!!"

The feelings residing within her for almost a year came in full length💓. She closed her eyes tight and extended her arms.She said,"If you don't mind,can you go through this novel?It's the work of a year.A company has agreed to publish it.I want your opinion on this."

He smiled ☺and remarked,"Good!!"

Behind the smile,he held back his love for her,because he knew she is to go on with this so called 'After marital 'relation 

Feelings of the whole year have dissolved in thin air.And yes,she sensed, the love in the last  few months has had a wonderful climax.

He took the book from her and walked  💋💋thinking how deeply he loves her ways.  

                                                                                                                         ♡♡♡                                    

                                                                                                                                 

                                           ☹LIAR☹

I handed her the gift💝today

She laughed light,anyway

She asked me if I needed a b'day treat🎂

I told her'Thanks for the greet'

'It's special',she told in a hustle

My mouth remained in muzzle

I wanted her to know my mind

But she was in a state, not to mind

I saw her sparkling eyes,

It held no such lies

I soon knew,I was the Liar☹

To have kept this secret mire

That night,I took my diary note📕
which waited for her response to note.

Suddenly I knew I was ready for the truth

And jotted down,"She will remain my untruth".☹
💙💙💙💙💙💙

                                                                     

    

                                                                                                                                                                ♡♡♡

        

                       

                           👀  I wonder why!!!👀

                      I wonder why😕
I am the one who is always looked at..👀
How I talk,how I walk
How I dress,it's a mess!☝

                     I wonder why,😕
I am the one who always get caught😀
Though I am quiet,when there's fight😶
Though I am lame,it's still my name!❤ 

                      I wonder why,😕
I am the one who has no life of my own😨
Can't say no,even if I know😶
Can't dream too,because it's a crime to..😟

                      I wonder why,😕
I am the one who is always odd🙅
Getting thoughts mad,when I am sad😣
Getting all wild,when things are mild.

                       I wonder why,😕
I am the one away from the crowd✌
Writing poems when asked not to👀
Reading books when world is all hooked💚

                                                                                   ♡♡♡
                                                                                 

     

                                 WHEN A LIGHT DIMS.....!!!!!!         

                                                                                                                                                                                                              That was a fine evening.As always,I hurried down after  work.Excitement,bustle and hurry are exhibitions of bad breeding..And I was eminently bad bred when it comes to my 'Grandpa'..That was what I called the Oak tree near the park.Without much time,I was in there, my eyes circling for a spot under him..Brilliant!! I got a cute spot ,near which there was a beautiful plant,whose name I can't recall.I sat there enjoying the shade ,looking up at its green,lustrous frame.WOW!! What a powerful folk! I thought of its ubiquitousness....Nest to many creatures,shade to a lot of sad people like me....He must be doing a good old job.I marvelled at his glory.I am not sure if I am intentionally bragging him,or perhaps,I am a lil envious.Whatever!I was thoroughly thrilled.

I let the days pass.Soon, I created a bond, just like a cluster of people who invented friendship with my Grandpa.Everyday,I flattered him in my thoughts.I made him a big lil hero in my mind.

One day as usual ,I hurried down after my work.I went to my Grandpa and was shocked to see a bunch of officers checking his weight,strength,branches.This time,my eyes circled,not for a spot..but for his friends;There was none.Not even a familiar face.

I stared at him.A long blank stare.He stared me back with the same old elegance.I know,deep in my heart that I loved him so much.I wanted him to know how great the bond was.I wanted him to be protected.But I stared- Atleast that was what I could do,  or that was what I believed I could do.I turned back and walked.'Probably' he would live a few more days,or a few hours.I don't know how I can hang everything on a 'probably'.But that was what I did.

And now, I mourn his death.I heard from my colleagues that ,there is a bakery propping up there.All the people in the world could do nothing to prevent his death.Even, I was blind to it.And I think this is what we are .Some are not meant to save the earth.Some are meant to leave it.

Today,I hurried down after my work. I went to the old Oak near my office.This time not with marvel,but with the fear of losing contentedness ...And ,now I knew ,in the end,the love you give will always be answered with pain.

                                                                                                                       ♡♡♡

                                                                 👀👀 HE-❤SHE❤-he👀👀

    HE asked her if SHE ever loved HIM.SHE thought of it for a moment.The thought itself gave her an answer.SHE knew it years back when HE came into her life.SHE wasn't ready to love HIM.But HE remained her habit.And this question ,all of a sudden,forged an array of thoughts.SHE had always wanted to be with her teenage crush.SHE loved him when he caressed her.SHE liked it when he passed by her.

Now SHE was keen and curious to return to the past.And SHE knew...To decline HIM would put an end to the camouflage.HE asked if HE should stay until SHE was okay to start a new life.SHE knew,'The okay has vanished with years.And the only question was"should HE stay or leave!" '.

                Without much thought,SHE left .SHE didn't look back.But her crush remained intact.HE looked from behind and was certain that SHE will never return..Because HE was heard,collected ,and invented.

As always,PROFESSION smiled defeatedly in front of PASSION.

And yes,this is a story of the three-  The story directed by SHE who had a mental conflict on choosing between "PASSION", her crush  and "PROFESSION",her lover.....And stories never end.....

                                                                                                                                           
                                                                                                                                              ♡♡♡

                           

                                 👧 WITHOUT EVER TELLING HIM THIS..!!👦

She👧 walked out,after the class

Her eyes wandered from under the glass

There he👦 was,next to his friend,

With a smile,ready to lend.

Her heart froze, and her thoughts spread

She 👧let her thrill ,through the book she👧 held.

Oh Dear!!How she👧 wished to be his..

Without ever ,telling him this.

There she👧 walked,with her eyes down,

Only to look up,when he👦 calls down

She👧 wasn't shy,nor was she👧 weak

But with him around,She👧 was all sleek

She👧 knew in her heart,

That could change her day to an art

Bingo!!He👦 calls and smiles

The smile that would light her styles!

If a smile meant something,

Then that something was her everything....

                                                                             ♡♡♡

                                                                          

                                                   When my mind..⌛

     

 It was monday morning 😐. I was in my classroom👓👓. I jotted down the lecture notes✎. I 

heard some,wrote very little and missed most of what my teacher said 👀. My friend tickled 

me.I giggled,crazy girl she is 😂. I turned back to the last blank white page of my notebook.I 

jotted down once again✎,this time what my mind said 😈. I heard it all,wrote more than that 

and missed almost nothing.😊

                                                                                                                  ♡♡♡

 

I let them flow

 

I let them flow!!

Because,I let them flow.

One fine morning,I woke up feeling a magical mosaic of images,memories and dreams.I was tempted to think of it and I let it flow. Every time I set it aside,it kept coming back. Somehow I knew ,a decision was about to be made.

Let me put this clear.To be frank,I am addicted to stories.I think we all are.When our bodies go to sleep,our minds stay up all night,telling stories.

And let me imagine-these stories get stuck in your tongue when you sleep,so that when you open your mouth to yawn awake,they fly right out of you.

And there I was..trying to recall the stories my mind told me.I chased them,all in vain..

But I know,I am going to catch them..One day or the other..Because I let them flow...!!

                                                                                                                          ♡♡♡

LILY

  LILY

In a pleasant morning,the Sun shining

I woke up very fresh

To the garden,I rush!

There she was,waiting for me..

Dancing in the wind and smiling at me

Like a fairy,a color of trust

Little Lily flower,all wet

She is neither a friend nor a foe

But her beauty made me furry though!

She chuckled,and her fragrance spread

She was shy,and bowed her head

Then I saw a sizzling bee

For whom she set her life free

That eve was calm and plain

I rushed to see her once again

There I found her laying still

Down in the mud,all chill

Nature mourned her death 

Turning black and dull

Little fairy bidding away

'She lived her life' anyway!!
                                                               
                                                                    ♡♡♡