Just b-e-l-i-e-v-e!

I am old-fashioned. This is I am... (silence)... I think... I should go now... ... Its conditioning. You know! Yes I know, but this is me, at least in present... Okay... --- I didn't ask, will we ever meet? But he said, indirectly, in reincarnation.

Everyone in the room whispered in each other's ears that what a misfortune it was to become a widow in mid-forties. Ladies came, soothed her. Elderly widows talked about their own experiences and how the life is finished after the death of husband. She covered in dark colored sari, stayed quite for almost whole day. Amongst the common chatter of ladies, her thoughts would wander again and again and she would begin to think, "Would I never be able to wear a red sari?" "And eat out and party and laugh and...?" Red was her favorite color, like yellow and pink.

In the counselor's cabin : "I am Sujal. My wife and I have decided to opt for a divorce. But our friends suggested to seek some advice before quitting like this. So I am here." "And your wife?" "She doesn't believe in counseling thing." "Okay. What is it that brought you guys to make such a crucial decision?" " I have got tired of her complaints. She thinks we are poles apart and can not stay happy together." "I understand you completely. I want to ask you something. Do you both talk?" "Yes." "About what?" "Food, household stuff, work, kid, necessities of life.." "Being the closest relation on earth, have you ever talked about life, love, relationship, sex, values, dreams, your deepest emotions, fears, faith, God and alike? " ummm.. No... No we have never talked about these things. " " Now I would advice you to go home and have a conversation with your wife...

As soon as her mother saw her, she brought out a container of Pista saying, " whenever I see pistas I remember you a lot, how much you would eat it moni specially during Diwali, have it, it's for you." "Oh no... I don't want," said moni being a little disconnected. "Why? You have to finish it. It's for you." the weight in mother's voice was so much that she felt more disconnected now and began to wonder Where's the love for pista has disappeared? There were so many things she had loved before her marriage. May be, this is the way it happens with everyone. Old love fades away into a still world, where the memory of that love is freezed forever. Now s he ate Pista, not out of her love for it but because her mother remembered.... That she loved pista.

One squirrel got trapped in my room. But she must have been enjoying there too, because though another squirrel, who might be her better-half, tried to call her, but she refused going out. The game was continued from so many days now. He would call her by persuading, shouting, showing his care and love and would do everything for her, but she would come for him till the door, and rush back again inside. What do I do then? I leave it to her destiny. Let her decide, he whispered from another world.

"I have got irritated of that bloody rascal." Vicky popped up. "Shut up he is mentally ill, leave him alone," I said. A few days later Vicky couldn't stop himself and went to that old man who had long ruffled dry hairs, deep eyes and insufficient clothes on his body. He asked him what was he doing here. The man replied looking gravely at him, " I am waiting. " Vicky got taken aback and asked him again what was it madman? He again said soberly, "sometimes food, sometimes clothes, sometimes sleep, sometimes sense..." As he heard the madman's words, Vicky thought he was really ill, he returned back, and as he took a few steps, the madman called him and shouted, "What are you waiting for, aye?" And the madman laughed, for he knew, he knew that he was no exception in the world full of Sane people.

Her 3 year old son was collecting all balloons before his birthday party began. One by one, he had all balloons out in the sky from their apartment balcony. She asked her son, though not angrily, "Why did you do that?" "They would reach higher in the sky than in the room, hai na mummy?" "Oh yes, my son, they do not belong to here." said she, feeling a pang in her heart.