Category: Inspiration

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Mini: Part-2

“Simmi, Sister is calling you. Time for departure!” Sunita said. Sunita had been looking after the orphanage for many years and was attached to the children. Simmi did not say anything but gave Mini the doll she was holding and went away. Mini outstanding in the garden watching Simmi going away from here. She could feel tears rolling down her eyes.

Time passed and the new year arrived. Simmi came to the orphanage in the new year. She met her friends, Sister, and Mini.

Simmi and Mini were sitting in the garden where they usually used to share their feelings. It was a bright sunny day with a gentle breeze blowing in the garden. They sat there in silence. The only sound which could be heard was the chirping of the birds. Finally, Mini broke the silence and said, “How are you Simmi di?”

“I am fine,” Simmi said with a sigh. “Mini told you that I can never be happy with my new parents. First, they treated me with love and affection. Gave me new clothes to wear. But soon that love disappeared. Uh!… now I am the only servant for them. I do all the household work and…” Simmi could not speak but tears rolled down her cheek.

Mini was too taken by these words to reply. “I won’t be able to meet you in future,” Simmi said and ran out crying. Mini could not do anything. For the small child, such a shock was terrifying. She decided that she would never leave the orphanage.

New year seemed to bring happiness for all but for Mini. Sister Martha was happy because a couple wanted to adopt Mini. Sister personally met Mini and said, “Mini, I am very happy. You are being adopted. Like Simmi you are going to get your new parents. We are surely going to miss you. But we all are very happy that you are being made “Mini could not resist. Her tears had dried up.

“I will not go from the orphanage,” she said steely and ran away.

Although Mini was firmly against going, the couple insisted on employing only her. Mini was helpless. She could not do anything. Finally, she was adopted.

On February 2 Mini stepped out from the orphanage and came into her new house. Mr. and Mrs. Saxena brought Mini to their sweet little home. They did not have any child, and so Mini was a valuable gift for them.

“Mini dear, come in,” Mrs. Saxena said. Circumstances had made Mini harsh and rude. “I want to go back to the orphanage,” Mini said sternly.

“First come in and see what all we have got for you,” Mr. Saxena tried to convince her.

“No, no, no, I said I want to go back,” Mini replied becoming harsh and rude.

“Ravi, she is a little girl. We should be more

“As you wish, Nisha,” he replied.

Nisha lifted Mini in her arms and took her inside. Mini did not like this. He jumped out of Nisha’s arms.

“I am not a little girl that you lift me in your arms!” Mini said.

“Ok! Sorry. But see what we have for you,” Ravi said, pointing to the bundle of gifts wrapped in colorful papers on the table. The whole room was decorated with streamers, ribbons, and balloons. Mini came and sat on the sofa without looking at the presents. But she could not resist it for long. After sometime she glanced at Nisha and Ravi and then finally went to open her gifts. As she opened them, she saw a doll wrapped in red paper. The doll was exactly like the doll she was holding in her hands-the last remembrance from Simmi. When she saw the doll, the tears which were dry, rolled down her eyes and she hugged the doll close to her chest. Nisha understood the situation and took Mini to her room.

“Would you like to eat something?” Nisha asked.

“No,” Mini said still with rudeness in her voice. “Please leave me alone.”

Nisha thought it was not wise for her to speak. Therefore, she went away. She returned to the drawing-room where Ravi was picking up the gifts.

“What happened?” he asked.

“Nothing, I do not know why she behaves like this? Nisha asked.

“She’ll be all right in a few days. Do not worry. It’s a new place for her,” Ravi tried to explain to Nisha.

“Ah … I think you are right, “Nisha said, smiling.

Time passed. But time could not change Mini’s mind. She was positive that Mr. and Mrs. Saxena did not love her and one day they would certainly treat her like a servant.

March 8 was Mini’s birthday. The day which Nisha and Ravi awaited eagerly. Nisha wished Mini a happy birthday.

“I want to go to the orphanage,” Mini said.

“Ok! you get ready and we will take you,” Ravi answered.

“Come, I will help you to get ready, “Nisha said.

“No. I can take my bath myself. Give me my clothes,” Mini said sternly.

“Ok dear! Here are your clothes,” Nisha said giving her a new frock. Mini got ready and went to the orphanage with her new parents.

“Sister…” Mini shouted from a long way and came running to her in the orphanage.

“Hello, Mini! How are you, Happy Birthday.” Sister said with a smile.

“Good morning Mr. and Mrs. Saxena.”

“Good morning Sister.”

“Sister, I would like to meet Simmi.” Where is she?” Mini asked.

“She is her home, “Sister replied.

“Sister, Mini is very eager to meet Simmi. Please give us her address. We will take her there,” Ravi replied.

“As you wish Mr. Saxena. I’ll give you the address.” After searching for some time, Sister handed over the address to Mr. Saxena.

“Thank you,” they said and took Mini with them.

An hour later they arrived at the address. To find an address in Mumbai was not a problem for Ravi. He had been living there for many years.

The huge wooden door of the green painted house was opened by a girl. She was wearing torn clothes. Her hair was a mess and it looked as though she had not eaten anything for many days.

“Whom do you want to meet?” she asked.

March 4, 2018
The Day My Mom Left Me

It was not too long ago when my mom left me. She took my sister with her. We took her and my sister to the Cincinnati Airport, and Poof! Just like that, she was gone. Gone to India her birthplace, her mother country, her home and she left me here …

With my dad of course. She was only going to be gone for three months. She was on vacation!

I had the house to myself while my dad went to work the day after my mother left. I lazed around the house watchingTV eating junk food, and calling friends, I had to go to work at 12:30 so I boiled some eggs for breakfast. My mother had only been gone f0r about twelve hours and a potentially disastrous situation occurred. I had eaten one of the eggs when my friend Mohit came to the door to take me to work. I forgot to turn the burner off.

Around 5:00 my dad arrived to take me home from work. This was when disaster struck As soon as I opened the door, the wretched smell of burning was clearly present, and for some strange reason, it smelled like rotten eggs. As I walked into the kitchen, with my dad following behind me, I saw pieces of charmed eggshell all over the stove. On the burner, I saw the pot in which I had cooked the eggs. Suddenly I remembered what happened.

“Oh no, look at what I did. I left the burner on, and it smells horrendous! What a mess!” I shouted. “How could I be stupid!”

“Well Gaurav, I guess you have your work cut out for you, so get to it,” my dad proclaimed calmly, and he went over to the living room to watch TV, leaving me with all the dirty work. Oh please hurry up it smells in here, “he taunted.

My dad likes to tease me. I guess it’s his way of getting back at me for all the stupid things I keep doing, and having a little fun of course. I try to avoid my dad as much as I can, but he is my father, and I must do as he says.

“Yeah yeah, yeah,” The first step I took was to get rid of the awful smell. I bolted upstairs and turned on the fan that ran through the whole house. This was an enormous fan that sucked all the air out of the house and brought fresh air from outside in. Then I hopped down to the kitchen and swept the floor full of egg shells. The area was clean within the halfan hour, but that smell was still detectable. That would have to go with time.

“Gaurav come here. I need to talk to you. Your mother has just left and you nearly burned the house down on the very next day.You are going to have to learn to be responsible, and trustworthy.”

I thought was in trouble or something Since frequently I am. Once I had actually let a knife sup out the of my hand and it flew through the antique vase we had just bought a few days earlier. The vase was shattered to bits and my dad was so mad that I was not allowed to use the computer for the next few months! My father has quite a temper. I recall one time when woke him up for an emergency call from the hospital, and he jumped up and screamed at me Just for waking him up out of his afternoon nap.

“What did I do wrong? I’m just human. You can punish me for accidentally forgetting to shut the stove,” I pleaded.

“No, I will not punish you, but after today I am reluctant to say this. I’ve decided that since your mom in there I am going conveyor a permanent a key the house. Can I trust you?”

“Course you can” With that, he gave me the new key.

” Remember, your mother is not here for the next few months so what happened today should never happen again,” he reiterated.

He took me by surprise. My father usually does not do that.He is quite predictable.I guess I have been around him for so long can usually tell what he is thinking, but this time I was wrong.

I feel that I can predict my dad quite well simply because I have so much interaction with him. Many children do not see their parents as much as I do. My family is what some would call a near ideal family. It includes a dad, mom, brother, and sister, and we live happily ever after. Do not get me wrong here, we have a lot of family arguments, but we are better off than most. We live in a lovely white brick house that is fairly large. And, west down together for meals almost every day. What more could you ask for?

It’s a fact that family values are depreciating in not the only one country, but around the world. Just 50 years ago, a divorce was an enormous decision, yet lately, there are people that were getting divorced six, seven, eight, nine, an even ten times. I was watching Oprah and I saw a woman who had been divorced twenty-eight times. Her average length for a marriage was a few, months!

It is amazing how much the world has changed in the last hundred years. A hundred years ago, children were children and led the lives of children. Little stress, and few fears. Yet, today many of my friends lead the lives of adults. They come home, and no one is there. They are forced to learn responsibility at a very early age. Many of my friends do not have someone to call ‘dad’. One of my friends has been carried a wallet since he was 6 years old. Although it may seem insignificant, this put a lot of pressure on him because could just run out and play and have as much fun as he liked.

During the period of time while my mom was in India, not only did I feel what it was like to have one parent, I felt what it is like to be an only child. I learned a great deal of responsibility during my mother’s trip, and my dad felt that I was acting more like a mature adult. And, this was only a period of three months. I felt like a different person when my mother came back, more mature and able to my mother came back more mature and able to accept responsibility. Although other factors may have contributed, I feel that my mother’s absence forced me to learn responsibility.

This responsibility is a good thing. It can help someone through life with fewer troubles yet it should not be applied so heavily to young children. They are just growing up and need their childhood. Many times adults forget their children and expect their children to act as they did. Many parents also do not realize that times have changed for children. There are so many pressures such as drugs, school extra-curricular activities, and more. Trust me, my parents always give that little speech “When I was a kid ..” It really annoys me when they do that, I wish I could talk back. I could I’d say, “Excuse me, but I believe we have actually passed into 1996, Sorry, it is not 1 896 anymore.”

There are good sides to my mother going on a vacation too I gained a lot of freedom and learned a lot of responsibility. The freedom was good. In previous summers I was forced to study for many hours a day, yet now I free to do as I please. Also, realizing that my dad could be with me all day, we started an allowance system, which gave me financial freedom also.

I suppose I just missed my mom.

January 21, 2018
The Stranger

It was early, early in the morning. Few people were around the platform as I got into my train. I found an empty compartment and put away my suitcase. The section consisted of two rows of vinyl seats fixed to the wall, sliding window on one comer and a door on the other. I took a book and was about to open it to a page when a face peeped through the door. It disappeared in a few seconds leaving me staring.

A few minutes later the face reappeared. It was that of a man in his early sixties. He was wearing an overcoat although the temperature was probably not less than 15°C. His features were like that of an aging man; the loose skin was forming at the cheeks making his whiskers look funny. His head was almost bald except for a few white hairs at the back. The eyebrows were arched, their shape almost perfect. The eyes were a deep brown, set with an old-fashioned monocle in one of them. Clearly looked out of sort of man my mother would absolutely forbid me to talk to.

As I returned to my book I was interrupted by his asking, “Excuse me madam but is this a first class compartment?” Looking up I saw him still standing with his suitcase. I nodded a ‘yes’ not wanting to converse with such a person.

“Never judge a person by his appearance.” These words seemed to scream book at me. It was probably just a coincidence that the idiot had to be there in my book trying to improve English. Maybe I was being pessimistic about the situation…!

Before I could come to a decision I was interrupted again…

“Going to Chittagong for the first time, Miss?” he asked trying to make conversation.

“No, I’ve been there before,” I replied, deciding to answer all questions politely.

“Traveling alone before?” he asked again in the same congenial tone.

” Yes, a couple of times, “I replied.

“How are you? “he wanted to know

“Twenty,” I replied trying to sound tired by his questions.

“May I know your name?” he asked.

“Farzeen Saleh,”I replied shortly

“Hasim Chowdhury,” he said, holding out his hand

“Pleased to meet you,” I said shaking his hand.

The shake was warm and friendly. I was being too harsh, I realized.

“Are you going to Chittagong on a visit?” I asked in my friendliest voice.

“No, no visits for me, I’m going to … find a new publisher,” he replied thoughtfully.

“A Publisher?” I asked confused.

“Ever heard of H. Chowdhury, the writer?” he asked matter-of-factly.

“Oh, I’m so sorry …” I had made a terrible mistake. H. Chowdhury was a famous writer Dhaka Recently he had won a prestigious award for one of his works. The problem was that did not know his first name.

“It’s okay, Farzeen. May I call Farzeen? he asked

“Sure,” I replied smiling.

“Would you like to hear a story about a little boy who became very rich? It’s a very short one,” he assured me.

“Please,” I said, putting away my book.

“Well, the story goes that more than half a year ago a boy was born to a poor village family. A few days after his birth the child’s father died, leaving his mother alone with five other children. He grew up in the care of his elder sisters. When he was six years old, he was sent to the local school and learned to read and write. From there the boy learned to love books. He would listen with great interest to stories and ask for more till his teacher would send him home. On his 8th birthday, his poor family got together and got him a book for children. He was the happiest boy in the world with it. Every day after his daily chores he would take it out and carefully read it.”

At this point of the story, he stopped and said, “I still have the book with me. I could have shown it to you but it’s at home.”

“That’s okay,” I replied smiling.

Suddenly I realized that Mr. Chowdhury had started referring to the “ he” as “I”, I could not help smiling.

Understanding this he smiled too and continued with the story. “In my 10th year I started writing poems and they were a great success family. Later on, my mother saved up and sent me to a real school in the city to study the language. In this institution, I studied for more than a decade.

When I had finished in Bengali, I decided to go back to my village and look for my family with whom I had lost touch some years ago. I found only my mother’s grave to welcome me back. A local told me that the rest of my family had moved away to different places. I was forgotten.”

I went back to the city heavy hearted. Never in life had I found such loneliness and despair. Eventually, I got back to myself and found a job in a newspaper office. My work was to write a daily column of interesting news. Soon my column was a great success. People encouraged me to write and I did, I wrote about my family, my mother, my village, my country etc. Whatever I wrote was a great success. A publisher made a book out of my poems and it was a great success. I dedicated it to my mother without whom I could have never have been what I am now. My publisher advised me to write stories and I did and they were sold out. I do not want to praise myself but it was amazing how the magic of my pen brought me so much fame and fortune.”

“Thus I carried on writing and selling and winning prizes. Life would be perfect except… I have no children … no family either!” he said slowly.

“I’m sorry,” I said wondering how God gives his gifts to people. “So your publisher is in Chittagong? “I asked, changing the subject.

“Oh, his daughter is getting married and I’m invited, “he said with a smile

“Of course .. ahm … Could I have your, autograph, “I asked handing him the book on my lap.

“Sure,” he replied. “What is ambition?”

“To be someone like you,” I replied promptly.

He laughed and wrote a few lines on the cove, closed the book and handed it back me and said,” Read it later.”

The door of our compartment opened again. I was half-expecting another stranger to come and say he was Keanu Reeves, my favorite actor. But it was the ticket collector. He told us we would be Chittagong in half-an-hour, as we handed over our tickets. When he left realized I probably would not meet my stranger friend again. As if reading my thoughts, he suggested we exchange addresses.

Time flew by and soon the train began to slow down. We had reached Chittagong station. We went out together and he helped me call a taxi. We were such good friends that heaven offered to take me to his publisher’s daughter’s wedding. I waved to him from my taxi till my arms ached. I just could not believe I would like someone other than the family member, of the older generation. He was a stranger and at first, I judged him wrongly…!

After about two weeks when I did not get a letter or a call I decided to write. A letter with black border arrived a few days later. Mr. Hasim Chowdhury had died of a heart attack. They hadn’t publicized the news because it was one of the last wishes. Most surprising of all he had left his fortune to me! I could not believe it. I did not care about being rich, but death was absolutely … something unexpected!

I hurried on to his grave. It was beside his beloved mother. As I placed a wreath at the head of the comes, memories and his words ran through my mind. I remembered when he waved to me from the station… the last time I saw him These thoughts brought tears to my eyes which rolled down my cheeks and onto a little leaf in the wreath …”Tears Shed Over Graves Are For Words Unsaid And Deeds Undone ….!

January 20, 2018
An Electrifying Atmosphere

The train for Mumbai (Bombay) will be late by five hours due to some technical problems. Inconvenience caused is regretted,” blared the message on the Public Announcement System.” I was standing on the platform of the Pune Railway Station when this message was issued, first in Hindi than in English. I was thoroughly disheartened at the prospect of reaching home at midnight and clutched my valise nervously.

What could I do now? I could either wait at the station or telephone a friend and pop over. Unfortunately, all my friends were busy and I had to content myself sitting around on the station. An aromatic smell of “pakoras” filtered through the air and my face turned instinctively to a food vendor. I went forth and purchased some “pakoras”. The sizzling noise of the “pakoras”, frying just added to the babble around me. Men and women drank colas and water to quench their undying thirst. The children in the meantime sucked contented on popsicles of orange, raspberry, and pasta flavors. Though the train was late, the Bombay bound passengers were surprisingly placid and accepted it as a natural phenomenon.

On the other hand, the foreign back-packers or tourists were bewildered gaze uncomprehendingly at their guidebooks, trying to muster words to speak with the aggressive “coolies”, or porters accosting them. In their red kurtas ‘, and white ‘dhoties’, topped off with “pugree”, they added color to the station. They went around from passenger to passenger asking there was no luggage required to be carried was sitting on a dismal wooden bench near the Station Superintendent’s Office. Trains plowed in and out and their shrill whistles pierced the air. Magazines, newspapers, and books were piled sky high, while the owner shouted out his wares. The heat grew unbearable as I sipped iced tea from a flask. Other passengers bustled. Being a Cantonment Town, soldiers with backpacks dotted the station.It was nearing seven.I had only two more hours to wait. I walked over to the bookstall and was jostled by numerous people, on the way. As the heat rose to a swelter the stench of urine grew. Not the most pleasant combination on earth.

Rag pickers, toothless crones begging and shoe-shine boys loitered around. For them, this was their place of livelihood. Another announcement boomed out on the P.A. System, “Bombay bound passengers please go to platform 11 as the train has arrived.” Almost simultaneous a few hundred hands reached for luggage and proceeded to the platform. I took my place with them and made my way to Platform 11. As the train pulled out I waved to this memorable

January 17, 2018
What I Treasure the Most

Anything, be it an item of high monetary value or a tiny or simple article, can be a treasure in one’s life. Especially if it is of an important historical background, religious significance or beliefs, unique in some other way. It is owner will never part with it under any conditions. For instance, an old monk if asked why he never changes his century-old prayer wheel for a new one will reply thus: “I am a monk by virtue of heredity and this prayer-wheel was given to me by my father who had received if from my grandfather. This is the only treasure in my life which I will never dispose of for anything.”,

Likewise, I too have an item which I value very much. It is an old ghophor (Bhutanese cup). It is, as per my estimate, more than eight decades old. I can faintly recall that it was presented to me by my grandfather a couple of days before he breathed his last. I was only sixteen. Although very old and simple, made up of mere wood, I preserve it because it is the only gift that my grandfather, who loved me dearly, could pass on to me from his sick bed which became his deathbed after two days.

I almost always keep my Ghophor hidden from others. I take it out and use it only on special occasions and imagine that I am sharing tea with my grandfather. I had once taken it to Tashichhdzong on a Tshechy when a group of tourists wanted to buy it. They said they had found my cup to be a unique Bhutanese article, among all that they had seen in Thimphu, and one even offered me a hundred dollars for it.

But the thought of parting with it pained me so much that I immediately put it in my bag, ran back home and hid it

January 16, 2018
Loyality and sacrifice test

On a starry night, Isha woke up half dreaming and walked near the window. Something must have awaken her from her intense sleep. Her hands were cold and toes freezing as she stepped out of her comfortable blanket and walked towards the bright gleam of light just outside her home. Its was a fantastic event to observe but no one else was awaken from the hustle and bustle suddenly created in the lonely lane of Roosewington town somewhere located in America.

As she peeped outside her window she saw a plathora of bright light in raindow colors, dancing at the tune of some kind of magical melodious tune. And one ray of violet light rose towards her and shape-shift into a dancind ballet girl. From behind it another ray in amber came glittering towards the window it shaped itself into a poodle and started dancing along with the violet light. It was a high quality magic only the best of best magicians could do, and that’s the reason why Isha knew who exactly had arrived for a summer vacation visit. She swiftly opened her window frame to let her sister in. And along with a brilliant display of light magic her sister bella glided in her room. Out of the cocoon made of pure light bella jumped out to hug her dister. “It was cold outside, thankfully you let me in before freezing to death”, she gratefully spoke, ” that’s why you are the best sister in the whole human world “. Isha nodded in agreement and took her littel sister into her arms… It was a sisterly long hug which ended after not less than seven hundred seconds. It was too late but excited about her sister’s arrival Isha rushed to wake her mom and dad and tell them the news. As she stepped on the very first stair her toes slipped, an accident was bound to take place but she froze in the mid air and was saved by Bella’s magical wand once again. It reminded her of the very first time they found out that Bella was a witch.. When she saved Isha during a fatal car crash from atleast 500 meter distance. Soon after that Their family was visited by magic creatures to convince her parents to send her to magical school and Bella was sent with them for a safe and protected future. Ofcourse she was happy to join her kind but sad about leaving Isha alone at home. So she often breaks away from school to visit her for hour or two once a week. This time she has come to spend the whole summer vacations so she requested Isha not to wake anyone else. Isha accepted on one condition, that bella has to tell everything to her about her school for the rest of the night. So they talked and talked till they both fell asleep in an hour or so.

Next morning their mother coming in their room found them sleeping togather and covered them in a cozy blanket. She brought them warm milk and cookies and woke them up. All the four of them were happily togather and their days passed like that of any other happy family. A week later Bella came home from a neighborhood park in a puzzled manner and tried hiding herself from something. Her father couldn’t help but noticed her anxiety and asked her, ” Is there something bothering you Bella”, but she denied and passed a scared smile. Bella’s mother noticed scrates on her arm while she sat for dinner still half nervous. Realizing that bella hid the marks with magic. But when later Isha and Bella went to bed togather Isha to asked her about her peculiar behavior and this time Bella broke into tears saying, ” I did not came here on vacations but I came here because the magicians want us to kill our family members for the reason that they know about us. And today is my final day to accomplish my task if I have to pass my ‘loyalty and sacrifice exam’ .” she also told her in case she fails the exam she will be taken to be executed.

Tears ran out of Isha’s deep blue eyes. She asked her sister to relax till the time she could come up with a plan to save both her sister and her parents. Next morning as the wizards come to escort Bella back to her execution. Both the girls came out to meet them. Neither them or the wizards told anything about the test to her mother and father. Bella never looked sad while leaving. She hugged everyone back home and waved a goodbye. On the other hand Isha was way more sad than usual this perticular time while waving back to her dear sister.

After Bella left Isha soon retired to her bed and putting her face under her pillow cried for the rest of the time. But her tears had magic in them, where ever they fell Lillies bloomed on the spot. When her mother entered the room, she shrieked in fright to find bella crying in place of Isha. It turned out that Bella had shapeshifted into Isha and Isha had taken her place while being taken to execution. Bella told the complete truth to her parents filled with grief and guilt of accepting Isha’s plan to save her life. The joyful atmosphere of their home suddenly turned into dull and gloomy.

Moments later their door was knocked. Struck with grief her father opened the door. He was awestruck to find Isha standing at the door withmany more wizards than normally would come to escort the witches and wizards. They were filled with praise and appreciation for Isha’s sense of love and sacrifice for her parents and sister. Making Bella the only girl to pass the test in the entire magic school that year. The head of the school also accompanied Isha home proudly said, ” while all the other students used their magic to save themselves and tried to hurt their family your daughters wittily showed loyality and sacrificed for their family”. He rewrote a few old codes and then with a swift motion of his wand he baptized Isha with the highest order of super magic powers.

Both the sisters cherished their reunion once again and with both having obtained magical powers and admitted to the same trouble were nothing less than a double trouble. While the wizards were leaving out of curiosity Bella hasitantly inquired, “so what happened to the parents of other children, are they all dead?”

At this all the wizards burst in laughter, then master wizard replied, ” since you are wizards your parents are protected by law with our special authority and hence they are wizard ensured. No super power can hurt them. So it was just a test and never meant to hurt anyone in the first place.”

This knowledge relieved everyone present there. And as the fairytales end this story, of two beautiful sisters called Bella and Isha, too ended happily ever after.

January 16, 2018
His perfect girlfriend and vice versa

November 12, 2017, 5.30 AM

His whats chat rings. Half sleepy Ravi calls Sara. She rejects the call from the other end. Within 5 minutes he again dials her number. This time she finally picks up the call.

Ravi: Hi sweety. Good morning!

Sarah: Why did you call me when I texted you. You should also have just texted me only!

After memorising this new relationship rule Ravi sarcastically apologized for not knowing it before. They talked for one hour before finally deciding to have breakfast first and talk afterwards. Some how Ravi unconsciously took the responsibility of calling back again when he said, ” we will talk back soon”.

At two, Sarah was still waiting for his call, she wanted to talk to him so badly but didn’t made a call first by herself. She was already breathing heavily without talking to him for such long time because for her, Ravi was more than a person she loved, he was her addiction.

Finally deciding to call him, she diled his number 9882803988. This was her favourite number, having both their birth dates included in between 988’s. Her first call was not answered, so she called again. Phone bell kept ringing for at least five times and no one picked. At exact 4.30 after having her evening tea Sarah redialed and from the other end she heard automated voice telling, “the number you have dialed is switched off, please dial after some time”. To this her first dramatic response was, “how dare he” and the next being “god, please if he met with an accident something, please save him,”. If Professor Xavier had ever read her mind, he would have labled her nothing less than ‘mantally hyperactive overthinker not fit for earth’. There Ravi might be just sitting on the pot all this while, but in her room, Sarah was almost getting a panic attack. She cajoled herself into thinking Ravi might be busy so she should not disturb him. Though she kept calling in hope of a single response but all her efforts were in vain. She was nervous, a bit scared too but angry at the same time because she had no Idea what emotion she should carry in her mind when she doesn’t even know the reason that would make her boyfriend’s phone go off.

Possibilities were beyond count and her fears were growing manyfold with every passing hour. She called his friends, they showed no interest in him but alot in her. This infuriates her and as any other girl would do she slammed them. Then she talked to his officemates. They didn’t knew her but still were way more convincing when it came to help locate Ravi

She wanted to call police but her rational self made her abandon that idea for good because it were just 8 hours and police won’t even file a complaint till twenty four hours are passed. Sarah then turned to her gadgets in the time of need. She posted on internet ” SOS… DM me if someone lives in saket, south Delhi.” but she just recieved hopeless texts there.

After failing in all her plans she told her cousin to send someone to search for her lover ‘s where abouts. He agreed to help but now her secret was out in front of her big mouthed cousin. She would still happily sacrifice her secrets in hope of happy reunion with Ravi. He tried his best still her cousin wasn’t much helpful either. He asked his friends but unluckily that day none of his acquaintances were anywhere near Delhi. Sarah argues with him for being so unhelpful and he harshly said she could go and find Ravi herself. This made her sad because by now she knew she had noone to comfort her search, even if she had someone he wouldn’t have gone searching for Ravi just because he was not replying.

Poor girl was exhausted by 9. She burried her face under tonnes of pillows and cried till she was finally unable to she anymore tears. Cursing herself for being unlucky and over posessive she went to bed. She was sleepless for the rest of the night. After imagining all the horrible things that could have possibly happened she closed her eyes, then suddenly her phone rang. She checked the nomber and finding that it was Ravi she smiled at her phone and then full of anger she switched off her phone and went to sleep. It was 2 am. already, knowing that he was alright was enough for her to sleep peacefully.

Next day she woke up smiling and switched on her phone. Then texted a ” hi ” to which Ravi replied instantly. He was already in doubt that he will get scolding from Sarah for the previous day. He was half praying and half remembering excuses so that he wouldn’t have to face any tough situation leading to breakup. But when he replied he got to know that nothing bad happened. She started talking as sweetly as she would, because Sarah was happy to see her boyfriend alive which she wasn’t expecting much. And that was enough for the sweet girl to start a beautiful day. She forgot the long day of wait and chatted with her one and only love for hours. During this time she told him she got worried and spread the news that Ravi was missing amoung his family and friends. But Ravi wasn’t offended a bit. He liked the way Sarah cared so he cared less for the world. He was overjoyed to know how muchhis girl missed him. He had always known that Sarah has limitless love for him but this time she stole his heart. Then he conveyed his reason of no contact. He was unsure how will Sarah react to it. He told her, he lost his Charger in his office so he couldn’t give her a call and apologized for being so careless. Sarah was always the more dominant person in their relationship but the fear of losing her love made her lose her throne this time.

She forgave Ravi and decided never to be an arrogant egoist in the little life humans have. Ravi too pledged not to act like a careless boy anymore as their relation was more precious to him now that he knew how much Sarah loved him. With this incident both Sarah and Ravi gained confidence over their choices. Ravi cherished how he found a perfect girl and Sarah knew she too have recieved a perfect boyfriend and for both of them each other’s faults were not important enough to change anything between them.

January 7, 2018
Monika’s struggle

It wasn’t a perfect day for monika, she was all messed up. Clock was showing 12 pm. and she was still burried under layers and layers of blankets. Something was not right, when she was hiding herself from the outer world, like this. Normally Monika was a chirrupy charming girl who was born to cheer everyone up. She was such a bundle of joy that it takes her just about 5 minutes to brighten a dull room all by herself. This is the reason why the sudden change in her personality was troubling every person around her.

Earlier that day, she woke up as usual at sharp 7 am. went downstairs.. wished morning to her mom, dad and her beloved cat, even to her crassula plant … fetched her diet breakfast from the kitchen and returning back to her room switched on her favourite gadget– favourite because she meets her lover in that very virtual setting each day. It was her early morning ritual to talk to her boyfriend on priority basis everyday since last 6 years. They were long time lovers and were planning to reveal their relationship at each other’s home on the 18th of the same month. Every thing was perfectly fine till then but soonafter something terrible happened for which she was never prepared. She recieved a text message from dreamyboe21.

She stared at the email message on her computer, her mind racing so fast that the words blurred togather and no longer made any sense. Just three lines, but enough to make her life– the life she’d worked so hard and sacrificed so much to build–begin to crumble around her. The lines read, ” Dear Monika, I needed to talk to you for so long. But you were always so nice to me, how could have I gathered so much courage to tell you that I am already married. So I wish you a good life, hope we never meet again.”

That day, she ate nothing, thinking about her so many different things she dreamed about for herself and her lover. That one messsage brought about a storm in her life. He fell in depression for a long time and noone knew the reason why. Her family tried to help but he had shut all the doors about her for the external world. Her favourite gadget was not dear to her any longer. She knew what was going to be her lifewith such a bitter experience in love. One day sitting on a bench in public park she saw a couple and something seems quite familier about them. When she observed with a keen eye she noticed. It was none other than her past lover. It was time to pay back for him. She walked straight in front of the couple and revealed her identity to the girl and told the full story. But the the girl who was just another victim to the same guy didn’t bother to cross verify Monika’s version of truth and began to ignore her. Monika felt pity for her but silently slipped her contact no. in her purse and walked back home.

Few days passed waiting for the girl to revert back to Monika, but waiting seemed pointless because there was no response yet. She really wanted to do something about the situation and punish her now ex boyfriend who is exposed to her as a cheat and fraudulent person but she was fed up with the thought that such people exist among us and we let them have their way by blindly trusting them. Monika rebuked herself for the mistakes of her past and felt more and more measurable about not being able to save his new victim. But she was a girl with strong will power. She plainly refused to give up. Remembering the old proverb, ‘where there is will, there is a way’, She recollects what the other girl was wearing when she saw her, which appeared to be airhostess’ outfit. Monika switched on her pc seemingly after decades and searched the uniform of all the airlines. Soon she was able to match the outfit and started searching for the girl everywhere.

Within a week she was able to locate the girl on Facebook, her name way Iris. Monika dropped her a text again and luckily this time the girl did reply. Both of them had a nice talk over messages. Monika came to know that this girl lives just 4 blocks away and both of them arraged a meeting in a nearby coffee shop. They met nicely and monika explained Iris with all the proofs that she had and it wasn’t tough to explain that their lover was nothing more than a professional playboy. Monika also discovered that Iris is also in this relation from past 3 years, which obviously meant the guy keeps more than one affair at a time. Monika lost any sympathy for her lover way back and now even Iris lost hers.

Since the time Monika has saved Iris from her upcoming doom her mission was successfully accomplished already, even then she still felt the need to save anyother girl from this conscience less man. She asked Iris to join hands and Iris agreed without another thought. Now with a bigger target in mind, they defied playing a victim any longer.

This time the Monika planned her victims doom. According to plan Iris kept the relation for some more time and Monika kept collecting proofs. She was no longer a child after she witnessed the darker side of life. In a month’s time their victim was standing in a jury box, completely checkmate and Monika recieved the credit of saving another innocent from his vicious claws. Monika’s family supported her during the whole trial and celebrated her victory with equal happiness. In the end she didn’t get happiness in getting the culprit behind bars but also to have set an example for those who were guilty of devastating women by cheating them.

January 6, 2018
Love marriage

His eyes were pink, heart melting, afterall it was the big day for the girl of his dreams as she was getting ready for her wedding the same night. He stood behind the curtains to see her before going away from his memories forever. She saw him too in her mirror, but could not gather enough courage to turn around and make an eye contact to ask him, why he could not stand up for her at the time when she needed him the most…

Both knew in their hearts that life wouldn’t end without each other. Both of them were very sane human beings so none will commit suicide even if they part. But they also knew that it will just be a normal life. Nothing like the fairytale they had always wished for their future. It will be a life, less than than death, a plain ordinary life.

Sitting on a beautiful chair, the bride to be continued to adore her hair, her hands, her lips, one by one and her lover maintained his distant glance at her all this while. She wore a beautiful red lehnga and a gorgeous cream dupatta. Added the darkest shade of black kajal to compliment her big brown eyes. Seductive red lipstick and and golden highlights completed her bridal look.

Just after finishing her makeup she looked into the mirror, but before herself she looked at Armaan looking at her with mouth wide open. So she didn’t bother to look at herself. She judged her look by her lovers reaction. Both were equally burning in an inextinguishable flame of silent remorse. For her the regret was choosing the wrong man and for him it perhaps was to let her go like this. But nothing could be done now, when things have gone too far. She rose up from her chair and proceeded to the wedding escorted by all her family and friends.

She dressed herself like a femme fatale not for her husband but for her lover. Not to get anyone’s attention but to kill those eyes who were attending her all this while. She was successful in her mission and not finding him anywhere again knew he couldn’t bear it any longer. Now happy at her victory and tortured by his memories she sat against the pit of fire and gave her seven promises to the new man in her life. He too must be having some charm, but she wasn’t prepared to acknowledge that. Her mind was still running behind a coward, who left her months back. Her thoughts were still painted by his colours. She was falling weak on her knees also aware of the fact that since she had decided to move on so there was no going back available to her any longer. At the end fate has had her way and again defeated the goddess of love by making the two lovers unhappy.

It was saddest moment for this girl, whereas people often quoted it to be the happiest moment of a bride’s life. At this moment two lovers parted for good. At the same moment a thousand memories burned with the holy flame. And this very moment an innocent girl’s heart shattered like numbered broken pieces of a glass. How could she not cry at the painful hour of dying dreams?

She wanted to cry, but her makeup was much costlier than her feelings for a lost relationship. She hid her sorrow behind her beautiful smile. She didn’t wanted to waste a single second of her life for a person who has given her up to perhaps a far better stranger. Yes! She got happily engaged that day to a person who will be there for her but the only irony will be that she will suffer the same fate which many forlorn lovers suffer when it’s all over.

Then something crossed her mind, and she came to realise her surroundings. The bubble of imagination surrounding her head finally blasted and she as if out of a nightmare lifted herself up. She knew past is gone and future is unseen. So the only option left was to enjoy the moment. Afterall it was her wedding. That day she laughed a lot, half to cover up her sadness and partly to let her spirit know she owns herself. Her husband watched her happy face from behind his sehra and smiled to see the real beauty of his future wife.

The ceremonies for the night ended cheerfully without any snag. And it was time for the bride to leave her parent’s home to start a new life. With a smile on her adorable little face she sat inside the car with her husband. He off her a handkerchief to wipe her tears off her face. As she held it in her hands she was taken aback by shock. She rubbed her eyes and looked again at the piece of cloth to check if her vision is not decieving her but it was not. Sameera turned her face towards her husband and what she saw then was the epitome of dream come true. The man she was sitting with in the car, the man she married the previous night, the man who was staring her while she was dressing herself was none other than her long time lover Arman.

It took her almost five more minutes to believe that she has really married the prince charming of her dreams. Out of pure joy she cried wrapping her lover in a warm embrace. She thought they have lost each other forever but goddess of love won again by playing her tricks brilliantly.

There they renewed those seven promises on the back seat of their car as per their memory. And promised each other to never let go, no matter how difficult the situations are. This is we say love always finds a way. And this should be the way of the world if we want to live happily ever after.

December 23, 2017
The Power of Love

The piano lay deserted in a corner adorned by specks of dust which glistened in the sunlight that streamed in through the door. I stood in the doorway and gazed around. Everything looked at brought back memories; memories of Joy, of sorrow, of laughter, of tears, of anguish. Memories which had become the essence of my existence. The fragrance of those joyful days lingered in each and every part of the house. Glimpses of the past danced about my eyes, I could hear his voice in a distance. His deep, loving voice calling out to me. “Tanya, Tanya”

“Tanya,” my mother’s voice rang out as the and vision faded away. I turned around to see tears falling shimmering in her eyes and noticed my own coursing down my cheeks. I hugged her and birthday we both wept in unison, as ghosts of yesterday not engulfed us.

It was the first time we had come to the bake farmhouse after Dad’s death almost a year ago. This was the last place we had visited before his sudden death. But his presence could be felt in the house, his warm tender smile, conveying his the overwhelming love that he had for me, his jokes which had never failed to amuse me, his worry at my smallest sneeze, his pride, which gleamed in his eyes whenever he called out to me , his dreams and aspirations which had always warm me to work harder and his high up ideals, principles and morals of life which he had always down before me as the basics of education.

Mother had never really recovered from the shock of father’s death. She had built an ice wall around herself where she battled with life’s injustice and constantly recalled her trauma. She allowed no one to break the wall. Her life now revolved around me and all the pleasures of life had become a distant dream.

The next day was my mother’s birthday. remembered how happy Dad and had decorated the drawing-room with flowers and stuck “We love you” banners all over the house. Father and I had baked a cake which had turned out to be half burnt but which had been compensated for, by the excellent Chinese dinner which had been a “Dad Special” We had sat and talked late into the night and I remember falling asleep in my Dad’s lap.

I wondered what I should do for mother birthday this year. Then a thought struck me. Why not decorate the drawing room with the flower just the way we ‘ve done last time? I might even bake a cake and hopefully a good one. It would bring alive a beautiful memory.

As I plucked the bright roses and sat down to decorate them I felt almost as if! was reliving the past. It was almost as if the father was there and we were doing this together. After mother went off to sleep I sat up all night, decorating the drawing-room. On impulse, I put a banner with “We Love You” right in front of the bed on the mirror so that she saw as soon as she up. Having decorated the room I wearily off to sleep, with an empty aching in love.

The sound drifted through the air and I woke up with a start. I must have been dreaming. I came downstairs, cautiously afraid that it may stop. I looked down at the living room and gazed in wonder. My mother was playing the piano. She was playing father’s favorite song, “Clair de Lune,” something she had stopped doing after father’s death. I looked at my Dad’s photo on the table. There he was smiling, looking at me with laughter in his eyes. I could feel the power of Love.

December 23, 2017