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Category: Relationship

Collection of Best Relationship Stories

  • Family reunited

    Family reunited

    He turned down the window sill hopelessly missing his family. The same family who,  he was told by many,  have abandoned him on the gates of a remote orphanage. Nobody knows the reason , or who they were but Somil was determined to quest for it. For him it doesn’t matter, why they did it?  He doesn’t even expect them to accept him again but he really wanted to know the Why associated to his own  existence.

    He had a new family and now.  Mr. and Mrs. Gill took Somil in their loving abode just an year ago, because he had a certain resemblance to Mrs.  Gill. They too had a tragic story to tell. Having lost their own child during world war 2 in another country, by providing for a war victim they wanted to make up to their first child somehow, they decided to not have another child. So luckily Somil got a new family who care for him just like their own son. He often felt bad for Mrs. Gill’s loss and curses how his own mother was too heartless to abandon an infant on road. 

    Somil willingly works in his new dad’s factory from nine to five just like the other ordinary workers. Everyday at seven o’clock he would free himself from the days work and goes up into his attic and study his gathered clues. His new mom is affectionate enough to send him dinner climbing the frail attick stairs each day. This was all to sum up Somil’s life from an out siders perspective.

    One day Somil was in his study when his mom climbed up, but instead of just fulfilling her duty to deliver dinner to her beloved son, she took a side stool and curiously enquired, ” so where has your search reached. He didn’t bother to shut the windows when he was alone but he got up to shut the window for the old lady. Then he responded to his new mother,” it’s going quite good, I have interviewed a few people over phone and I am getting a lot of information to work upon.”

    Mrs. Gill smile at the innocent child’s hardwork. She cheered him up with a pat on his shoulder and decided to let the child finish his work without distraction from her side. Somil too continued working and dialed a number on his phone. Somil had put the phone on speaker and Mrs. Gill got up to leave Somil alone again. But she had taken only two steps when a familiar voice responded the phone call, which made her slow down.

    Somil greeted the lady on the phone call saying, ” Hello Mrs. Ghosh, I am Somil, my orphanage provided me with your number claiming you brought me to the orphanage.”

    Mrs. Ghosh said in a slighly tout voice, ” but I am not your mother child, I clearly conveyed this to the orphanage manager as well, years ago…. ”

    Mrs. Gill heard the whole conversation. Somil painfully smiled at his new mother but failed to notice that she was already in tears. After he cut the call downhearted because he was hopeful that this was the last loop to know about his real family. He finally saw Mrs. Gill’s blue wet eyes.

    He rose up nervously from his chair and asked in desperation, mother, why are you crying? What happened? ”

    Mrs. Gill tried holding her sorrow of 5 long years of separation inside her, but how could this be possible when she had finally met her lost son. By then Mr. Gill also reached the attick realizing his wife has not been back in the kitchen for so long. Then with happy tears Mr. And Mrs Gill announced that their adopted son is actually their real child, who they think died during the world war.

    She narrated the full story thus,” when I heard Somil talking to Mrs. Ghosh on his phone, I was struck by the familiarity of this lady’s voice. I recalled her to be our our landlady and also that she wanted us to pay a month’s rent before leaving the country. But war broke out so instantly that we had to packup in emergency situations. During the journey she must have stolen somil for the sake of her revenge. And as we reported the incident to the local police, she must have made up the entire story of finding you on the orphange gate.”

    This was it, Somil’s only family filed an FIR against Mrs. Ghosh and she was soon taken in custody. Somil too realized that his parents were such nice to him as an adopted son so keeping any grudges any long would be stupid enough. The heavy burden of losing their first and only child years back was lightened by this joyous reunion. And in the end they all lived happily ever after just like it happens in the fairy tales.

  • Pizza wars

    Pizza wars

    There were literally one million people eating pizza that minute all over the globe, but I am more than a 100 percent sure, no one ate pizza like I did with jacob on that wonderful day.

    Hi! I am Sandra Gilbert, a new high school kid and an intern at a local content writing office. I was always a spoon fed, naive and obedient person, which clearly defines my relationship status, if you are a clever reader. I had no girl friends either, reason being, girls back in my college days were big time snobs in my opinion.

    Then right in the middle of my collage I found my Mr. Perfect. We shared so many things in common that I could never sit and count them completely in one go. He and I met in a dominos restraunt. I still love to remember that day over and over again.

    I was so damn hungry that I would eat the whole table but having mercy on my digestive system I decided to order pizza only. The staff boy came within seconds to me because there were just one or two more people seated in the restaurant that day. My order was simply any veg pizza. He note that down in calligraphy, may be to stay occupied on a non busy day.

    Then arrived Jack Spinslaw, the most famous student of my grade, on the counter. He had a reputation of not indulging with girls. I wasn’t attracted to him at all, but somehow I found it interesting to watch him talking to the staff person on the counter. Strangely the staff boy pointed at me, and seemingly aggitated Jack too gave me a scary look. But this does not mean that I was afraid, I was just concious. I wanted to know his mind, though I ignored his attentions for that moment.

    He started walking towards me. Stopping right next to my table he then asked me with a smile,” hi! Can I have the pleasure of having your company?”

    I just wanted to shout out loud to him that, what does he actually wants from me. But those words remained stuck at the back of my tongue, all thanks to my polite upbringing. I replied, ” sure, I remember we are in the same school. ” he completed it saying,” and same grade”. And I further added, ” and we share same bus for home as well”.

    Then in a buttering manner he said,” by the way, I am flattered to know that the most beautiful girl of my school notices me”.

    I unexpectedly blushed feeling butterflies in my belly. Then started talking about each other and our families, it seemed like our talk will never end. We both were so comfortable with each other, I couldn’t have ever imagined that an introvert girl like me could pull a talk so much with out any external help. He was also surprised, as he told me the same thing about himself. But it was just the beginning we talked so much and didn’t found single thing which was uncommon about us apart from our genders. Apparently we were new best friends, and I was cherishing the fact that my best friend is so hot and famous.

    Then after 25 minutes of long waiting time, my pizza was ready. My name was called at the counter, so I got up to recieve the order. But Jack insisted to bring my order which I allowed with a bit of a struggle.

    When pizza reached my table I was about to drool. It’s aroma was the most desirable smell of the day. It was a beautiful extra cheese pizza with olive toppings which was one of my favorites. It looked as delicious as the chocolate fountain looked in the Charlie’s Chocolate Factory. I was looking at the pizza just like a lover lookes at his beloved on the romantic moon lit nights.

    Then I remembered I just made a new friend and as he is sharing my table, so it would be impolight if I do not ask him for the pizza. At the back of my head, there was this conflict going on, if I should eat the pizza alone or offer him to share. In the end my manners won over my greed. I asked him out of courtesy, “would you like to share… ?” but before I could complete my sentence, he already picked a giant slice and said ‘thankyou’ .

    Then I took one slice too. As I took 2 bites, he finished his slice and reached for the next slice. I wached that with a heavy heart. I rushed to finish my slice and took my next slice. But he picked a third by then. I hurriedly finished my own slice while in my head I was killing my new found friend with a sharp knife. I was so unhappy that he was about to eat that slice that I didn’t notice when I spilled a glass of water on the table. Table was possibly somewhat slant so water fell on his jeans and It almost looked like he peed his pants.

     

    He quickly stood up, but in that hurry he dropped his slice of pizza. I was felt sorry both for this pants and the pizza. And I felt like only way I could repay him is by offering him the last slice.

    He too laughed it off and assured me that he has taken it very lightly. Then we focused our attention to the last slice. He wanted me to have it. And I wanted him to have the privilege.

    We were feeling a bond between us in those precious moments. We almost started harbouring feelings for each other which we both admitted. Then he confessed that when he first arrived at my table, it was just to share the pizza because that was the last pizza for the day. I felt somewhat offended but admitted, I didn’t wanted him to have the pizza because I was feeling so hungry.

    After one minute of silence he started taunting me and blamed that I threw water deliberately on him. That was the point where I lost my politeness and decided to finish the pizza myself. But he stoped my hand in a very ungentlemanly manner. Then we started fighting over how dare he hold my hand like that. And the fight went on and on with a new topic of arguments every thirty seconds.

    It is funny to recall but at that moment our hands were on the cond damp slice and we were arguing like childhood besties. In unexpected turn of events, neither of us wanted to argue yet wanted to find a way to talk and not let the conversation die. Afterall we were just fighting over the last slice of pizza which was not even the topic of fight. But it brought us closer. And we found love over that pizza war.

  • The Perfect Night – Perfect Ending

    The Perfect Night – Perfect Ending

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    As Varun walked away from Sara, he was smiling. He had made up his mind, he would not let her go like that. He started his planning.

    Sara watched Varun walk away and felt lonely all of a sudden. She knew this was just a one night thing but now her heart was craving for more. She walked towards her hotel where her friends were waiting for her. they were all pretty hungover from last night so no one even asked Sara about her last night. Whereas Sara was dying to tell about her magical night but she too quietly started packing.

    All of them sat in the taxi and reached airport. Their flight took off and landed in Dehradun. She reached home to find a shock. Her parents told her that a family is coming to see her.

    ‘You are 26 now, you are post graduate with a good job. What else do you need to do know?’ asked her mother.

    Sara could not argue with her mother. She had no good reason to defend her decision of not meeting some random guy. What could she say? That she met and fell in love with a guy who she knows nothing about. Not even his name!

    She slept with a heavy heart with memories of that night. She got up early, had a bath and got ready for the Special Day. She heard the doorbell ring, her parents welcomed the family and called out for her. She entered the room with a tray of tea and snacks. She placed the tray on the table and bowed to touch the feet of her supposed mother in law and supposed father in law. When she turned to look at her supposed husband she was shocked.

    It was her mystery guy. It was Varun. She was too surprised to speak and everyone burst into laughter. Her friends came in laughing from behind. They took both of them to the balcony.  There she came to know that Varun had followed her to her hotel. He took her parent’s number from her friends and had arranged all this. Her friends left them alone.

    He got up and came down on his knees. Took a ring and slipped it in her fingers and said ‘I am never letting you go’.

  • Arena for innocent beasts

    Arena for innocent beasts

    Hi, I am John. I am a master trainer at a delhi gym. Thanks to my job I can afford to stay in a posh locality and all the neighbors around this place are very beautiful perticularly Maria. When I saw her for the first time, she was bathing her beautiful pitbul. No doubt the girl shared an amazing bond with her dog Mike. I use to watch her taking mike for walk as she passed from the front of my new home. At times she had smiled at me. I know she likes me but people here don’t like me so much. They like men having regular nine to five job in a boring office and turning into hunchbacks with hanging muscles all over them. I can’t really make them like me still it feels sad how children are affraid of me when I am a very soft hearted guy who loves to be around little boys. But I know when they will grow up they too would be idolizing people like me, like in my gym. I have a long list of admirers there.

    In my gym many men come to build their strength. Some are from realy good familiesand others from a much tainted background, one guy works in police and another a drugdealer. But for me all are there to learn so I do not bother to discriminate.

    One of my big time fan is Gimmy he is a fitness freak friend of mine and sometimes gives me the complex too. Gimmy is telling me to go to the dog fight from several days. He is seemingly influenced by another guy in my gym who himself is participating in the fight with his massive grey pitbull, Tazon. This dog comes to be a victor every single time I don’t know what does he feed him. I told Gimmy that there is no point going because we could totally guess the results so the event wont be that much fun. But he had already arranged the tickets and is very adamant on going, so I’ll have to go along.

    We finished workout with a bit of exercise ball crunches that day before packed up. From there we headed straight to arrange some vodka and then to the arena. It was a lonely place when we reached but after 15 minutes of calm, the entire geography of the place changed within minutes. Many muscular men with dragon tatoos crowded the old parking lot turned arena and many more came drifting in to the secluded place located away from the city.

    One by one the competitors too arrived with their big hard built beastly dogs. One or two  of them were stupid young boys who showed up with their own pets to show off their strength.  Stupid because they were attached to their dogs and still brought them to a death game, only to carry ashes back to their homes later. And others were giant bearded emotionless hunks who come here every fall for getting major business with dogs bought for the sole purpose of battling. Although I would not dare to generalize or present a steriotypical image that a bearded hunk will always be a bad guy but many are there who live upto fulfilling this image.

    I was there like others, only to watch some entertainment at the cost of innocent lives. Inexperienced dogs were biting dust one after the other, yet constantly battling there to proove their iron on their masters commands. Some new trainers blasted in tears at the ruthless killing or wounding of their pet animals during the merciless game. Others were enraged at the death of their hard trained expensive dogs. In the end right before the last battle,  arrived the evergreen victor Tarzon. Perry arrived with him just like a king of the arena. I don’t know if tarzon has ever cheered at the victory, but I am sure he must have cheered at getting out alive, almost everytime. This time he was a bit older than the last time I saw him and his opponent has torn not less then five necks in the same arena that day… But perry was sure of the fifth victory in a row.

    Match started with a warm barks between restless warriors. With a drop of a ret cloth the beasts were released from both ends and they pounced at each other like blood enemies. Both were grabbing each other by neck and belly… Scratching the ground with their fierce nails. Not a single one wanted to give up. The match continued for 15 minutes. And the dogs were growling at each other while none seemed tired. But Tarzan unexpectedly lost balance and the other dog grabbed him by neck and finished him within seconds. Blood from his body pumped out and splashed on the terrible face of his owner. Tarzan was lying dead in the most chilling manner. His chest was split open and his blood was fast leaking into the dust underneath.

    Not a single man was showing any sign of pity or remorse. Infact cheers ran amoung the people who bid for the other dog that day. I looked towards Perry,  he wasn’t there, he must be finding the defeat hard to digest. We too left the cursed place right then because all the blood made me feel pukish. We decided to give the remaining two tickets to someone else and had our drinks and went to bed.

    I still managed to wake up early the next morning following my routine very strictly. But was half in my sleep out of previous nights fatigue. I saw Maria taking Mike for walk and after watching her cute face I forgot the horrible dog fight and sat on chair seeing her pass. I don’t even remember when I steeped into sleep again sitting on the chair but I was startled hearing a sudden cry from a distance. Then I saw Perry pushing himself into a mini wan. As the wan passed I saw Maria sitting in between the road and weeping. I ran towards her, asking what happened to her. But she was unable to recount the incident as if in shock still in tears. I looked around to search for Mike but It was nowhere to be found. I questioned agained what happened to Mike and poor girl broke out in tears. In a bit her family too came out to reach her and Gimmy, who stayed over last night, came there too. He informed secretly that he just saw Perry holding another pitbul dog running away in a wan.

    We knew what happned to Mike. I was much disappointed with these people for all their cruelity and heartlessness but by stealing Maria’s innocent dog and pushing him into a deathly battle Perry has made me hate them with all my soul. Now was the time to reach the dog fight with a purpose. There I saw Mike entering the arena, he was scared to sniff blood around and anxious to see so much crowd in a cramped dark place. Mike was a submissive dog and he refused to walk another step and sat down sticking his belly to the ground. Public booed at Perry, which irritated him enought that his hands reached to grab a hunter that he  has often used to apply force on the speechless animals. At this point it was too much for me to tolerate, I too jumped into the arena and took Mike’s leech from ihis fake owner’s evil hands. Though I wanted enormously to punch his hedious face but I already informed my police friend about this. He reached on time to arrest this monster. He made sure Perry legally gets the much deserved punch on his pathetic face for the rest of his time in jail.

    I brought Mike home. He was licking all the time I was driving him home. I knew the innocent dog was very greatful to me for saving him. I petted him for a whilPoor dog had dealt so much that he too was joyously crying when reunited with his true owner. He was luckily saved that day but not all are that lucky. It is high time we stop having fun out of other’s pain. It is the right time to search for compassion within us.

    No doubt I did it for Maria and Mike. But I really want to ask all the responsible citizen of this prosperous nation, why can’t we just call wrong wrong? Why do we open our eyes towards cruelity only when our family or dear ones become victims of some tragic fate ? My gym training didn’t qualify me to save Mike, it was only the humanity inside me which was triggered when my loved one’s were in danger, made me act in the right way. So one message I would like to pass to everyone reading the story, the only reasonable way to cut crime is to be aware of our surroundings, to stand for the right cause and to do the needful whenever you can help. In this way I believe we surely can build a safer society for everyone.

  • Ruby and Aluka

    Ruby and Aluka

    To begin with, I want to assure you that angels don’t like earth. Infact earth is that darkest planet in the whole universe which fairies, angels, elfs and encantados etc. are all afraid of, because demons live on Earth. But one of the pretiest of their creed somehow stayed on earth. This is the tale of Ruby, the youngest angel of the fairyland and the only angel who made the other angels to tread on this much feared planet with a renewed perception about Earth and its people.

    This story is long forgotten by us, but the people of Sumadia speak about it quit often. In the ancient lands of diamond studded Sumadian kingdom, a young and handsome Sumadian king Aluka decided to build a moon tower. He was fascinated by tales of angels and always fancied what angels look like since his childhood. After he grew up to be an amazing king, he wanted to catch one for his future children, so that they could see in real, how angels look. He knew that the magical beings are almost always attracted by shining objects, so he prepared a grand plan. It was not an intangible idea, His highness was a famous architect himself, he single handedly started working on the moon tower project. The news spread like fire in the forest. On his call, tonnes and tonnes of men reached his kingdom, all were skilled craftsmen. Some came loaded in dinghies and others arrived to the shores in big ships. Many other kings also supported him and sent jewels and precious stones in return of the promise of acquiring an angel for themselves. Some of them only wanted to see angels in their lifetime, and some just presupposed to acquire the angels with force. But what ever were their thoughts, they all contributed with ample amout of dough and manpower for that masterpice of architecture.

    This is how with all the positive signs, the moon tower project got under way. King Aluka prepared such an amazing design that any angel which gets attracted towards it, will surely find a path inside but will never be able to get out again. No magic could break the trap as it was carved out of hardest and shiniest element on Earth. There were no loopholes in this perfect trap since the angel bait was good for magical beings but humans could easily walk in and out of the trap.

    Almost 20,000 men worked at one time to erect the tower in the middle of the castle. It was made with 24 carat gold and at the top was the stunning crescent moon full of bright shine reflecting from giant diamonds taking light from other heavenly bodies, which was made completely with layers and layers of precious gem stones. Although the moon tower mimicked the shine of moon, even then it shined brighter than all the celestial bodies seen in the vast sky. In two year time the whole tower was made and in the next two only the moon at the top of it, was built. Overall it was a success and turned out to be way better than expected.

    Many magical beings came attracted towards the newly built moon but as soon as they came to know that the light is coming from the dark realms of Earth, they would drift away instantly. News about this moon tower reached to the splended fairy kingdom as well, with warnings to avoid the moon at any cost. One day a band of angels passed from above the planet Earth. All were charmed by the cristal shine of the moon but minding the warnings associated with it they ignored the luring glitters of the moon and moved on, on thier path. But Rubi was so enthralled by the glitters and the luster that she hid herself behind a lily to keep looking into the moon. An hour passed gazing into the moon, then Ruby looked around, only to find out that her friends were nowhere near. She made a few calls to them but they were all gone far away. It was not that, she didn’t knew her way back home but she was deliberately looking to spend more time watching the magnificent moon.

    Then she thought for a minute, “it’s the right time to explore the moon, before others notice and comeback looking for me, I should go and take a closer look and nobody will ever know about it. “She flew near to the top, it was heavenly experience for her to be surrounded by such beautiful jewels of earth. Finding an opening she peeped in, there was a magnificent stairway adorned by roses made of precious gems. She then so badly wanted to walk on the steps that she ignored all the cautions and jumped inside the trap. Going down and down she realised, she was lost and no longer could find a way out. She became concious of her mistake and blamed herself for the miserable situation she was in. Her night passed crying and she fell asleep on the beautiful floor.

    Early morning king looked out of his window to observe the moon tower as his every day ritual. And he couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw one lovely angel caught within his moon trap. It was a victory for him and he was over joyed to finally achieved his dreams. He rushed towards the tower to have a closer look at the angel before anyone else finds out about her. Hastily climbing to the top he stopped just near the angel and watched her enchanting face in her sleep and instantly fell in love with her. At that moment Ruby was in her pretiest form, her deep scarlet wings were wide open, her body was glittering with the reflection of diamonds, she was tired and sitting on the diamond studded floor wearing the finest pink ombre fabric. Which was throughly a breathtaking experience for the king.

    Hearing some noices around her Ruby wakes up, seeing the king staring at her, the angel was as horified, as the kind was enamored by seeing her beauty. To ease her fear introduced himself and assured her that he would never harm her. He explained his purpose of constructing the tower to her and made an offer to the sweet creature to stay in his kingdom forever. But the angel felt threatened and started weeping. Seeing her pitiful condition king decided to free the angel.

    He gave her a blanket to hide herself through the day and promised to return during night and show her the way out. Ruby stopped crying but she was in a fix if she should trust a human or not. As night fell other angels located her but noone dared to step inside the moon to save Ruby, instead they belittled her for defying rules. They tried to use their magic from out side but nothing worked. In the end feeling sorry for her misfortune they left ruby on her fate and went back to fairyland. Ruby at last decided to trust the human, as she had no other choice left with her and also because she had a soft corner in her heart for the kind king. She waited for Aluka for till late, but he did not come. Ruby hopelessly slept on the floor again cursing her fate. When the clock striked 1, king finally reached to Ruby’s help. He entred the moon and walked near the devine being. Although he wanted to watch the beautiful angel sleep but he recalled his promise of freeing her that night. He woke her up and asked her to trust him. Ruby accepted and held the king’s hand which he offered to her. Being a human king Aluka could see the way out very clearly. He escorted the angel out of the moon climbing each stair with somewhat hasitation. He knew he was about to lose his angel still he succumbed for his feeling of pure love towards her. Reaching the last stair he offered the angel to stay with him, this time more assertively then before and with laying bare his heart in front of the pink winged angel. Ruby looked at his face, she knew his proposal was genuine and his heart was pure but she didn’t wanted to commit the same mistake twice. She only accepted the help gracefully and denied his proposal on the grounds that angels can not love humankind.

    She walked past the king to get out of the diamond moon first. Breathing the fresh air around her she fluttered her wings and rose above the surface of moon. Now that she knew it was just a trap she couldn’t feel attracted towards it anymore. Thanking king Aluka, she waved goodbye to him once again. Aluka too selflessly let the angel return to her home with a sad smile over his face. She thanked the king and flew away.

    Many days passed and other kings were disappointed at how the promising trap failed terribly, because no one else knew about the angel except the king. Aluka was strongly criticised by them for squandering all the money on a useless moon tower which caught nothing except dust. For many days, king couldn’t sleep and eat properly. He was in love with the angel and missed her absence in his life. One night he looked at the moon tower to observe his masterpiece in memory of that beautiful angel he lost. But his happiness knew no bounds when he saw Ruby sitting at the staircase of the moon. He secretly went to meet her without letting anyone know.

    The angel was back to Earth only for the king. She said to him not to grieve any longer as she had come to stay. The king proposed again on his knees with the last diamond left in his kingdom, It was an ancestral ring of the royal family, which the angel accepted happily. Then the only barrier was that angels cannot marry a human. Since the king could not be made an angel, Ruby transformed herself into a human by giving up on her magical powers forever. They planned their wedding by the end of one weeks time. And till then everyday they longed for eachother.

    This made the lovers realize that no trap in the entire universe is as strong as the bound of love and nothing could be a better craft than a sincere heart. Factually despite the cleaver craftsmanship ofthe moon tower, it couldn’t catch the angel but the selfless love and kindness, which king offered to the angel, sincerely caught her heart. In the end, Ruby, the angel of fierce pink wings, stayed on Earth with her own wishes and all the angels came to attend her marriage to the king. In a weeks time when the wedding ceremonies were going on, the visitors on the brides side, explored the amazing trenches and caverns of earth and fell in love with the place. Along with the mesmarising beauty of Earth beautiful heart of noble men like king Aluka made angels to change their assumptions about the ‘Blue planet’ … Since then magical creatures sometimes visit and even inhabit the deep beautiful forests and beaches of Earth. Since then sending gifts to Earthlings became a known practice in fairyland. And many angels visit our lands till date, to bring gifts to the bloodlines of angels who married on this planet afterall. This is why children all over the world are asked to be kind and sweethearted, so that angels could recognise their hereditary traits in them and give them presents every now and then. And this is the sole reason why Sumanian people recite the advantures of Ruby and King Aluka to their children as bed time stories. Afterall who could guess who are the real heirs of angels amoung all the cute little angels born in form of human babies.

  • My First Muse

    My First Muse

    Every person in this world falls in love with someone they think is perfect for them and is best in the world. This is about my first muse, she wasn’t the first one I considered love, but what I felt for her was different. As the saying goes, everyone becomes a poet in love, I did too but to continue even after the intimation towards her left me. Her role comes in enabling me to find my potential, something I love; my passion. She used to appreciate even my worst poetry about her, she always used to encourage it even though she didn’t ever want to encourage the way I fell for her. She helped make poetry my life and in doing so, that girl gave me a life.

    She was and still is the most beautiful person I have ever seen and even talked to; both inside and outside. While beauty might be too generalised a term to define her  plus not the best one because being beautiful is something that’s gifted but being an amazingly good human is something which depends on you. To quote Professor Dumbledore “it is our choices that show what we truly are far more than our abilities.” Sometimes I am out of words and overwhelmed at the same time while I think what we have gone through, or rather I have made her go through because of my immaturity of telling her the same thing again and again even after her denial. I regret that to the day; each day, every time I think about her. It was never a smooth road for us but still we remain kind of friends and she is always there to help me and talk to me no matter what. I love her for that.

    Sometimes it feels awkward and pleasing at the same time while talking to someone for whom you had such strong feelings and continue to do so but in different way. I might not want try to love her again but it seems that I still love to be around her, like a deep sense of attachment with someone you were ready to give your heart and soul for, sometime back. It would be kind of special to meet her someday rather than just talk online because it’s been more than 8 months since I last saw her; that’s since I left school. I just want to speak normally in front of her, without fumbling and sit and talk while staring in those deep and addicting eyes of hers and vomit all my truths and secrets in front of that lady from up above where someone like me; son of darkness and preacher of Lucifer can’t reach.

    I don’t remember the day I met her for the first time, but I do remember that smile I used to get from her. I do remember the sensation while touching those hands, even if for a handshake and I still remember some of her little secrets. Maybe the time was not right or maybe she was never meant for me that way, but the disaster gave me many things to cherish. The lessons, a friend who is always ready to talk to me no matter what and my poetry, so it’s not always a disaster I guess.

    Crawling through the memory lane,

    trying to find the pieces of my heart;

    buried deep.

    Sometimes I am able to remember something about those days of my life,

    on others I just get happy with the idea of being around a special human.

    Forward as the life goes,

    backwards my memory tries to go but

    all the footprints got erased,

    once my dark phase began.

    I still feel the connection,

    while I chat for hours with her on messenger.

    That’s not what I am supposed to tell her,

    she’ll suspect I am still in love with her;

    which I am not. That’s what I guess.

    I still remember my farewell day,

    that request for an image;

    her glowing smile, those eyes.

    I can portray her all I like.

    My face, the glow on it,

    that inclination towards her;

    that intimidation to kiss.

    I left it all behind,

    tried to forget it,

    until I found her helping me;

    yet again.

    So I guess the friendship goes on,

    till eternity I guess.

    But am I still in love with her

    or

    is it really a friendship;

    that is to be answered I guess.

    To the person who will read it first and as her  gift-

    Here’s the deal.

    I don’t know how you would feel after reading whatever I have written or am going to write, this all is you from where I see. It doesn’t matter to me what even my mentor thinks of this because it’s not for the world to know. It’s just between me and you; our little secret I guess.

    It would be a lie if I told you that I haven’t ever, at any moment fantasized being with you; which isn’t true of course, I have done it many a times. Amongst all those fantasies what’s true is the poetry that use to flow through me when I used to think about you. It’s true that it is ridiculous to objectify anyone but especially someone who has done so much for me but I guess the flow of poetry always turned me into believe that you were the one. I could never ever imagine telling you so much going through my head, most of which I don’t even remember. I guess by the way I text you these days you could sense that I try to hide the warmth and suppressing feelings, that is if I know you right. This coldness was gifted to me by my brain.

    I know that you know so well that you can be anything you want with the strength you possess, but to assure you and boost you, I also believe in the same and if I ever come to believe in god again, I’ll make sure I’ll pray for you to get whatever you dream in this world. Even if I don’t come to believe in god, ever, I’ll just hope from the bottom of my heart and leave it to the universe to do it’s work. I agree that life is unfair and we don’t always get what we deserve but it’s also true that life has many surprises hidden for you which more or less compensate for the losses.

    I do hope that you never stop believing in yourself and always know your self worth. I do hope that you never stop hoping and believing for the good things and times of life. It has always been more than a pleasure knowing you and talking to, and I am sure I’ll continue to feel that whenever I talk to you. Perfection is a superficial quality and I hope on the dying glow of a million stars that you never seize to transcend the box we are supposed to fit in. I hope your madness reaches new heights and you enjoy your life till 125. You sure as hell are a difficult customer but the best ones never come easy, do they?

    Love always

    from a dear friend to another

    P.s. I really love to make people overwhelmed because I know what it’s absence feels like. Hope you are on cloud 9 after reading this.

  • Essence of Woman

    Essence of Woman

    It all began on that fateful evening, when this creep, who thought the easiest way to a woman’s heart is to stare at her, followed Anita to her home, and left obscene messages on her old dusty camaro… Although she ignored this incident that day but she had no idea about what more is there in store for her.

    Anita is a single mother. Her life’s tragedy is rooted too deep. When she married for love, both of the families were against them, and disowned them without a second thought. But Anita and Suraj built their own world under a small roof. Their happiness was cut short as very soon her husband became jobless and passed away in an accident 4 months ago. At this point she was left with no choice but to take up some work. Hopelessly tired and shattered she continued to live a normal life doing a regular 9-5 job.

    Next morning she woke up early to clean the car, so that neighbors don’t get to witness what she faced the previous night. She herself tried forgetting all about it and prepared her son for school and herself for bakery shop, where she was working as a waitress. While shutting the door, she realised someone was standing at a distance, just staring towards their home. Quickly realizing that he was the same person again and was actually staring at her. She gave him a rude look and walked past him. But this trick didn’t work effectively, as then onwards it became his habbit to stare at her. she was being followed by the tall thin stranger every single day. He would not miss a single chance on rubbing against her shoulder in crowded spaces.

    By the end of a week she was feeling scared for her safety. Even her son, Ravi, pointed out one day saying, ” Mom, a tall man comes to stand in front of our house every day, what if he is a robber shall we call police”? But Anita didn’t wanted to let the whole neighborhood know about it and make concieted stories about her, so she decided on keeping things to herself. She only told one of her couligue about the incident and why she can not inform the police about it. Her couligue suggested her to avoid public transport and offered that they could pool her car, which Anita also accepted instantly.

    Things were back to normal soon after. She saw the tall thin man once or twice again and after that he also seemingly stopped trying to reach her. After long, one day her son didn’t returned back from school till late. Concerned, Anita called everybody she knew around, none had any idea about him. She also called at his school reception but noone picked up the call. Ultimately she locked her home and went to the local market to ask for Ravi. There she went to simpson’s candy store, where he was an unfailingly regular visitor. She asked the store owner showing a child’s photo, ” my son is missing since afternoon, have you seen him around today”. Shopkeeper, knew the boy very well, he replied,” Yes Madam, he is our precious customer, infact we get along very well. It is strange if he is missing because I remember he came here this afternoon and after he left I was watching him till he reached his house”. The shop keeper smirked saying, “he must be trying to scare you, nothing else.

    Relieved Anita strode back home. She unlocked the door, and started searching everywhere for Ravi. She called his name many times, he never answered. At last she went to the store room. There Ravi was sitting, next to a thin tall man. It was none other than the stranger who use to stalk Anita. She was baffled at the sight of her sobbing son and a poker faced stranger in her own house without her knowledge. She couldn’t run away this time because her son was the bait. She knew there was no escape, so she finally surrendered.

    He slowly started walking towards her, just like an ideal psycho. Her son was watching. Anita was falling weak. Her brain was giving her multitude of suggestions all far out and unreasonable. She knew what is approaching next. And she was tired of being a victim of fate. In one moment she decided she would ask for mercy but the intruder was a professional, he kept moving towards her. She saw Ravi’s face for one last time, his innocent eyes were shut with uncertain fear. A sudden thought passed through her mind which laid to rest, every other thought for a moment. She took an iron rod and before he could defend himself or know what was her plan, the rod hit his head. Within the fraction of a second he was lieing in a pool of blood, unconcious or dead. Anita knew nothing about it, she didn’t want to know anything either. She did what she felt right in the heat of that moment. She rushed to her son and hugged himand cried.

    Months later in the court room today she is convicted for a murder. A pale looking lawyer ezplaines her case to the listeners.

    Her son is also here, he was being bullied at his school, by the police and by his teachers. They taunt him about his murderer mother. He ignores them silently.

    Judge asked her to narrate the incident as per her memory, to which she responded, “It was all my fault. I wish I had informed the police earlier, It might have made some difference. So all I can tell you is why he was murdered…”

    As she narrated her story, she was feeling satisfied from inside that she saved her son’s innocence, which was at most important for her. Ravi knew the truth. He doesn’t think Anita is a murderer infact he idolize her as his hero. Anita was a victim and she has passed on her bad luck to her only child in the form of loneliness. She will be punished, certainly, and her son will have to face a hard life alone. She sobs, as the procecutor continues to watch her pitiful face with disdain. No doubt, she was guilty in the eyes of law, but in reality, she was a courageous lady and a protective mother, which is the true essence of womanhood.

  • Her: My First Kiss

    Her: My First Kiss

    I kissed her for the first time when she was on the hospital bed; dying. She had skin cancer. While she was looking “horrible” because of those big pores on her skin, her eyes were still the same; those deep black eyes still enslaved me. And that smile, that beautiful yet subtle smile made her beautiful no matter how she looked.

    When I entered the hospital and reached the room, no one of those huge bunch of friends she had or even her “lover” were present.

    Just one weird guy was there. He never talked to her, just stare at her with eyes full of care. That guy was me.

    I entered the room, she was lying on the bed. She suddenly woke up unable to hide her surprise on seeing me. On receiving the usual smile from her, I said a “hi” for the first time ever. She replied with an awkward wave. Showing a moment of courage, I went to the bedside and sat next to her, I was trembling with excitement, fear and love. I took her hand between both of mine and kissed it gently.

    While all the adrenaline in the world was gushing through my veins, instructing me to lay with her, we just stared in each others’ eyes; with utmost passion and love for the other. To lighten up the moment, I told her about the gift that I purchased for her. We played the guessing game which she lost and I ended up kissing her 15 times on the cheeks (rules were made by me, while she seemed happy with them ).

    After she lost the game, I gave her the gift. It was a book, one which was close to my heart just because of her. When she opened up the wrapping, my own copy of ‘Looking for Alaska’ by John Green came out. When asked about the choice I told her the truth about she being the Alaska of my life. I was half expecting a stunned expression from her but it wasn’t there, she confessed about knowing it all along but never approached, because I wasn’t the one to approach first and she didn’t believe at that time that she should as a girl.

    On being asked if she’d propose me if she were alright that day, in an instant she tore all the wires, tags and all the instruments away, got off the bed and knelt down to propose. I was shocked to see what was happening in front, without a single thought ignoring all those pores and pox on her skin, I kissed her on the lips. I wound both my arms around her waist and lifted her up above me, we were kissing hard, very hard. It seemed at the moment that both of us were ready to suck each other out. Tears were coming out of her eyes and mixing in the taste but it didn’t matter. Mucus started coming out and mixing but it didn’t matter because all that mattered was the feel of her tongue and her lips pulling mine away. I placed her back to her place; she was crying but it seemed as the best moment of our lives.

    When her parents came to visit, I stood up to leave. Resisting the urge to kiss her once again, in front of her parents. I looked her in the eye while she was doing the same, we smiled and said goodbyes.

    The next day she was gone, truly being my Alaska. Our first kiss being the last one we ever had.

    Exactly a month after that day, I received a mail by post; it was from her dad. The envelope read “To a person I so wanted to be my son”.

    Enclosed in the envelope were two pieces of paper, one was written by her, the other by her dad. The second one read:

    “She told me about you after you were gone, about how it was your first meeting and how much you loved her.

    She was quite overwhelmed by a visit from a familiar face from the college, but somewhere down the line she had guilt of never approaching you first. Maybe it was supposed to be this way, nobody can undo what happened but I think we can look forward together.

    I write this letter to you because of two reasons:

    1. She read the book you gave her, spent the whole night with it before she was gone at 6:35 am. After reading the book, she wrote a letter to you( which is in the envelope with this one); I think she knew in her heart that she won’t ever meet you again. I haven’t read the letter but I suppose it’s about the book.

    2. I am overwhelmed by the support that you showed for her when she needed it the most, I think that’s what true love is. You can not be with my daughter because she isn’t here now but I think you can be with us once in a while; it would be really great to have you because now it’s your home too.

    You can come visit us whenever you can, son.”

    I kept the letter with the all the letters I’d written for her but never sent. I was trembling before opening her letter then.

    Her letter was like none I’d seen previously. It was something magical about that handwriting and those words that I didn’t ever want to stop reading it. Maybe some sort of a communication with her after all this time made it so. I had a girlfriend but she was the only one on my mind.

    When I opened up that letter, just by the feels and realisation of it being held by her, I got connected to it. Life gives you many moments like these, when you question the whole concept of life and death. You think about afterlife and hope, just hope that you might some day get to meet with your loved ones.

    Her letter read:

    ” I don’t have much time left, hours i guess; that’s what my insides tell me. I should’ve told it back then but I couldn’t even imagine seeing you cry.

    I so wish that we had some more time, perhaps even a day; I wanted to lay with you and feel your naked skin between my arms. I wanted to strip you naked of all the mysterious clothes to reveal your original and honest self, but perhaps we weren’t that lucky I guess.

    I have read the book you gave me, it’s a special special piece of my heart now. I am overwhelmed to be described by you as your Alaska but I feel sad, regretful and despair for being the same. I see you, Miles suffering from Alaska’s memories. I am not that scared of death as I am scared for you; after me. You’ve been such a darling all this while and all you get in the reward is more suffering and pain than you’ve already endured. I so wish to be something better than your Alaska, maybe that’s one of the only regrets I’ll take to my grave.

    I wish I could be your Rose and you my Jack so that I would’ve taken all the suffering and not you. For the first time in my life I’ve realised that sometimes dying in an instant is better than living with those memories which kill you slowly. Despite our destinies being written beforehand by the almighty, I still think that he’ll apologize to you when you go to heaven or I shall partner with Lucifer to destroy him.

    I can’t get to terms with it that this is my last conversation, even if it is as hypothetical as it can get. I don’t mean to disrespect or demean the words I am going to write on this sheet of paper, but it seems that I’ve learnt the lesson the hard way; love is not about hanging out 24×7 hand in hand, calling and texting each other, it’s about caring with a pure heart no matter what the situation is. Maybe it is too late a realisation, maybe it is too late a confession but I’ve realised that I LOVE YOU, maybe it’ll be possible for us to do the things we wish to do when we meet in afterlife. Maybe we’ll meet again to be together always. I am trying to find a hope for us when there seems none, maybe I am foolish but I do hope you are foolish enough to do the same so that if the butterfly flaps it’s wings here there will be a tornado in the place I am going and maybe god will be forced to make us meet again, for longer this time.

    Yours and yours forever

    Aishwarya”

    As I ended the reading the letter, a tear drop trickled down my teary eyes and stained the page. At the instant I so hoped that she also dropped a tear on the same place so that some part of bodies and emotions remain together, even as insignificant as this one.

    She was some kind of a magic to my eyes which I don’t see anymore in the hostel campus. It is as if all the shine has been taken away from my eyes, I do roam alone as I have always but with no one to look at and admire this time. She will be missed for as long as I live, I’ll keep this memory of hers in my special drawer where all the unsent letters are kept and the memory of our first kiss shall forever stay in my brain.

    Because after all this time of ups and downs, of admiring, of getting and losing her, I STILL LOVE HER and that shall remain so forever.

  • Friend Request

    Friend Request

    Love! wow such a great word ain’t it ? So simple to speak and write , but this word is so much powerful it can really do wonders in a person’s life. Love can bring a happy start in one’s life . One of the best feeling a person can ever have is Love.Such is my story too.

    It all started with a friend request in Facebook.Well it’s a guy’s nature to send a friend request in Facebook as soon as they see a beautiful girl’s profile ,so same was with me also . It was 6th of July, I still remember that date. A simple normal day , I was usually busy looking into pretty girl’s profiles as when I came across this girl.I never felt about any girl like I felt when I first came across her profile. Such magnificent beauty I literally starred at her profile for ten minutes and was busy admiring her beauty.I understood that day that God exists as she was one of the example how perfectly she was made by God. Immediately after sending her the friend request was eagerly waiting to see if she accepted my request or not,which wait couldn’t stay longer as mom interrupted my wait and said to get my homework done .Oh yes forgot to tell you people only I was in class 10 then .So getting back to the main storyline .

    Next day when I came back from school I checked my Facebook .May be that day it was the first time I had been so eager to open my fb. Even few seconds as the application opened it felt like it’s taking hours. Anyways so as I opened my fb went through the notifications ,a sense of blushing covered my face as it was not only that she accepted my friend request but also sent me message ‘Hi’.So much excited that I came up with a ‘hello’ immediately. Soon another unexpected thing happened she too replied .Now we began full fledged chatting.These things soon became a daily routine for me as I came from school . That time I had WhatsApp but she wasn’t there as her phone didn’t not support WhatsApp. After sometime even my that wish was fulfilled as she got a new phone on her birthday ‘February 17’ ahh how can I forget that date.we didn’t know each other much as we never met neither did we talk over the phone, to be precise we were just Facebook friends to be simple , But I always felt there’s some connection in between us .She became so important for me that I couldn’t afford to loose her by taking a chance and saying that I like her .Soon we started talking in WhatsApp .It always felt so special when she used to send me voice messages.Her voice was one of a kind. A sweet Melody as I heard her everytime. Soon after we started toking over the phone.Hours went by but our ocean of contents failed to to be less .No matter how long would I had been talking with her it never felt long rather it felt short .One day I remember 6th December , it was Dawn I was having tea inside my T.V. room.she suddenly messaged me saying ‘I Love You’ I was awestruck seeing that. It was a chilly evening time but still I had sweat seeing that particular message. At first many feelings came across my mind that may be she is joking or may be she really does like me or may be she always liked me as her friend.  As when I was thinking about those things, one thing really pinched me everytime is this the right time?. Shall I tell her that I love her too .After fighting with myself for more than 10 minutes I finally decided that I am going to tell her that I like her .I typed the message that I love her too but a reply which I always feared came to me ‘i was kidding’. I was like shit man I screwed it up all..Now there’s no way out . To handle the situation I told her that even I was joking but then as I wrote that message another reply came to me rather an unexpected one which had ‘ leave Piku you won’t understand’.Some great scholar had said correctly that women can never be understood. No scientist has ever discovered how a women o girl thinks and what’s going inside their head.This time I was sure that I would confess no matter what ever be the outcome.I messaged her saying I love you .This brave step from my side changed my life for ever as the next message was I love you too .The happiest moment in my life till date ..I literally jumped off my chair .From that very day my life changed down into a new and beautiful chapter which I would be sharing very soon .

  • Baboso

    Baboso

    Recently, while my friend was taking me to her home to meet her family during summer vacations, I encountered something very peculiar. Where, other societies had a lawn, her’s had a pond like swimming pool, devided by a thin trail.

    By looking at it, noone could have estimated it’s depth. While entering through the gates and walking on the risky footpath she said, “walk slow we might happen to see a sea monster while crossing”. I only thought the naive girl must be talking about a sea horse or something, when suddenly a mammoth-sized ugly fish jumped over us into the other side of the separation. My legs started to tremble, luckily I crossed the beaten path without fainting. She continued, ” don’t worry, this is our pet Baboso, it doesn’t hurt anyone” . For once it was hard to believe but soon I adjusted to it. While going back, the monster didn’t show up.

    A few days later I was very excited to visit the same place again, to know more about Baboso. I passed the middle path with a constant feeling of being watched.

    Ambika’s home was on the top floor of a two level building. Reaching there we sat togather in her balcony holding our cups of coffee. Observing the seamonster was not an unusual passtime in her building. It was entertaining to watch Baboso came out and splash back in. She was telling me, how the sea monster was hyperactive that day.

    It ws a combined balcony and even the neighbors had full access to everyone else’s doors. One of the neighbors who was placing wet clothes on the drying rope told us monster had been there since a month and before that, it was just a normal lawn. Due to some poor drainage issues lawn remained flooded and with in a few days the base depened and water kept on increasing out of nowhere.

    A moment later I saw the monster taking a giant leap towards the sky and falling back into the pond. This time it resembled more to a tode than a fish. It was quick, but even at that speed it took Baboso almost 15 minutes to come back for another jump. Now it was clear, the water was actually too deep. Then suddenly all activity stopped. Even the wind stopped blowing, birds stopped chirping and a dead silence pervaded all over. Sitting on the chair Ambika and I saw a shadow emerging out of the water, then two eyes gazing at us and within the blink of an eye, from my one hand distance, my friend was taken away by that beast leaving us all patrified. Everyone helplessly watched my friend being dragged into the depths of the marshy pond. No one ever imagined Baboso could take a life. I looked around hopelessly and watched on my far right, a man in grey coat smiling. Getting distracted by so much hustle I lost the sight of that suspicious being.

    It was officially an unsafe place then and going back home wasn’t an available option for me. The monster did not return but everyone was terrified. While I was staying there my suspicion over the strange man increased. When I inquired tactfully Sister teresa, one of the neighbors, told me he works as an insurance agent but never leaves his room. To solve the mysteryI decided to visit and question him about his wierd behaviour. When I went there his door was slightly open and I could see from there, he was still in his bathroom. I slipped in quietly. Right next to the door these was a kitchen and I couldn’t ignore the green spots in front of a fridge. I felt hasitant for a second then without further delay opened the fridge. There was no food in it. Surprisingly fridge wasn’t empty either, it had several trays filled with some green chemical like substance, stacked one over the other. I removed my jacket, with which I slided a tray out from the back of the lowest division and escaped unnoticed.

    Ambika’s grief-stricken mother informed me that another neighbour Mr. Godara has successfully left the place crossing the pond at night because noone has ever seen the monster after late hours. She also informed me that few more people are planning the same tonight, so I too can join them. This news brought my lost smile back but somewhere I wanted to explore the problem further. As the night fell I packed my stuff to leave. I glanced out of the window, sister teresa was halfway towards the entrance. In my excitement I totally forgot about the chemical filled tray and reached the back stairs. Right then a scream was heard. Everyone rushed back to the balcony to find sister teresa was gone this time. Others who queued to vacate, rushed back to their houses.

    Juno, a young scientist neighbor of almost my age, waved from a distance retelling the infamous quotation of dante, “abandon all hope, ye who enter here”. I had read Inferno in my Masters and we instantly found a connection. Then I walked to his room after he offered me coffee. While his talks were quite comforting, in the times of distress, I suddenly realised juno is the only one who can possibly help in this matter. I told him what I found and within next few minutes he was with me, wearing his lab coat, testing the icecubes. We found out that the green chemical was some sort of feed for a genetically modified organism. He had already informed about the sea monster at his workplace and necessary reasearches were secretly going on since the day one. He immediately made a phone call, informing about his findings. A helicopter landed at the roof top with a team of scientists. The suspect was taken into custody before he could attempt to escape. An antidote was prepared and later thrown into the pond to neutralize the toxic which was keeping Baboso alive.

    The next morning, dead body of that filthy monster was found floating above the surface. Juno made arrangements for me to reach home and we parted with a promise of soon seeing each other for another cup of coffee and to discuss Dante in all it’s depths and breadths.