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Roses

"You are as beautiful as a rose", he had said that day and since then her story with roses began. It wasn't very dramatic but she thought of it often twisting and altering some parts and played it in her mind. She was in high school when first she got a rose on Valentine's Day. She threw it in the backwater but again it came back  to her after an hour. Roses are desirable but they are thorny. They demand too much of attention. And it so happened that on her next Valentine's Day, when her eyes tried to fight with morning sun rays, she spotted a bunch of four pretty roses beside her on her bed. She liked them, admired them, but they were devoid of fragrance. She wanted to keep them as long as they would stay. But undesirable things move out on their on. So they did too. And ... and there was one day, he asked, " what do you want." She wore a blank expression, not knowing what exactly she wants. "See! this outfit looks fab on you, try it." '…

She welcomed the rains...

And the Summer went on its way. She stood in silence at the window towards west , admiring the flowing river. Her sighs at the wonder. her smiles to herself, her chirping at the sound of rains tapping at roof , thus she welcomed the rains in her own way. Had she already forgotten the Summer? May be seasons knew her better than she thought she knew them. She knew them by their names, they knew her by her changing moods. Yesterday she spotted a Rainbow. What a gift of rains! so early ! and so Glorious. Next moment she received a message , there came floods in the north-east region.


Summer bids adieu

There were times she could really go as if she doesn't care. But this time, now, she feels it was something about certain Uncertainty that she had to fight with. Summer bids adieu. Why don't you let me go , she whispered to the going summer. I know you secretly turn back to look if I am fine. I know you do. Why don't you let me go... and the summer blew its Hot Wind, but kept on moving. Why do you come back in my mind, she said more intensely. And the summer snapped Yellow Leaves from their dear branches but kept on moving. Why do you hide your severity from me, why don't you show what you are and the summer... , it went on and on, running from its shadow, hiding from its fierceness and gave way to the more gentle Rains. But could the rains, more gentle, more soothing give the same feeling?
Could it ever rouse the same thirst?

fear...

V - Its fear of attachment.

J - ... for the first time perhaps... we are on the same lines.

Love is.

I am star of the Sky ...

I am star of the Sky that sees no Limit I break I fall and yet  When I shine I outshine all the Light ... Happy Birthday Angel  :)

I often doubt, am I really an angel. Several times I attributed to myself the titles like - Stone Angel, Dark Angel or Fallen Angel - but I could never prick out the fact that I am not an Angel. Why? Why am I an angel? And then it says from deep down, "you don't have to find a reason for what you are."

Around 5.20 am , she asked me, "Won't you wish something today?" , I looked up at the dark clouds for a sec , smiled and then nodded hard, " I would , I would , I would." and then I said, " aasmaan ka ek katra , aur wo hissa jisme mera birghtest star ho."  
When we wished each other, my mom blessed me with the words, " zindagi ke sahi matlab samjho... ek din samajh jaogi.. aur tab tak samjhna jaari rakhna..." 
I am feeling grateful for everything. Everything is so wonderful. 
When I was all alone for two ho…