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

The night was a sleepless night for Jeanie. She was surrounded by the ghosts of memories. In the morning, she came out to breathe in fresh air, she saw it was drizzling. The greenery around soothed her eyes and she saw a huge tree holding close to his heart a creeper. She smiled at herself, her love filled heart, her joys and wishes, and her liveliness. Life is not just a coma or a period, it is also an Ellipsis...

Jeanie : In moments of Crisis, can you think of love? W : When else would you need it most? Jeanie : Can I call you Warrior, W seems so far. W : You can call me anything. I am open to all new names, new lives, new experiences. Jeanie : New Soulmates? (Laughs) W : Nah! Soulmates are Soulmates because their Souls know each other well since many lives back. So they are practically never new to each other. Jeanie : Ah! so.. you think you can have many Soulmates in one life? W : Yes. You can have many Classmates in one Class, so why not many Soulmates in one life? There is a big difference between a Life Partner and a Soulmate. You know that, don't you? Jeanie : Yeah, I got your point. W : And still you are afraid to Tell it to yourself? Jeanie : No... I am not afraid of anything except Losing the Charm of Unsaid Words.

Jeanie : Can we have more than one soulmates in our lives?  W      :   Depends. Jeanie :  On what?  W     : On your understanding of Soulmates.  Jeanie :What is a Soulmate to you?  W  :  A Soulmate would be one who inspires n ignites in me a Man I haven't seen yet. And for you? Jeanie : He would be a Man who would treat me not as a woman but a Soul burning with Dreams, Visions and a Fire of inaccessible love. 

These are two inter-related pieces of Fiction in 50 words . "Right now, I am standing in a pool of uncertainties." "What would you do then Jeanie?" "I will just relax and float. I know I am not going to die that way." " But still, what would you live upon?" " Faith. He will place everything in its order. Sooner or Later." Jeanie, after nine years, looks out from her kitchen window, the sun was hazy, the flowers smiled profoundly at her.  At Eleven, youngsters began to hop into her Book café. Her dream café, it was. She felt immense proud at her establishment and her book, called “The Book of Uncertainties.”

At one moment she is Jeanie, hurt immensely in her search of love, another moment she is Samyaa, an exiled warrior princess. At moments she takes up a  name S.J., to hide herself from the severity of the world, at other times she wears her real identity to show to the world, she hasn't quit. And she will never.

“Jeanne, I fell asleep among the paintings, where I could sit for many days worshipping your portrait. I fell in love with your portrait, Jeanne, because it will never change. I have such a fear of seeing you grow old, Jeanne, I fell in love with an unchanging you that will never be taken away from me. I was wishing you would die, so that no one could take you away from me, and I would love the painting of you as you would look eternally.”  ―  Anaïs Nin P.S. I have got my Jeanie, again. 

J :  Knock Knock who's there? A man : A ray of Hope. J :  Will you be there till end? A man : I can't say, really, may be yes... but not too close.

What would it matter to you if I cease to exist or say if I disappear someday? You would just look away with dry eyes and say to yourself, ' she was a nice girl , perhaps, I don't judge her but she was nice to me.'

She is a girl ' in love with her own ruin. ' I am afraid again. My worst fears are coming true.

Sometimes you can sound Sinister. There lies the whole fun.

Is it what they call Life's Irony? What began with an Open Relationship Became so very Closed.

I could have done the things I always do But  perhaps I knew You fear the pain.

Its been one year or so he stops at my blog n leaves comments. The comments kill me. Sometimes I know who is he. At other times I am just like a baffled cat. I think of old conversations. What went wrong? What was right , anyway?  A face without a face. A mere shadow creeping over my mind. Can I have any story with anonymous? And what if there is one? What sort of story it can be? A very romantic? Or mysterious? A tragic one? Let's just make out the possibilities... He is the one I am thinking of and I am the one he always thought of. Out of comments we come together and begin afresh. Despite the fact, I am still confused. Despite the fact, I don't want to go back. I am curious to know what's the end... Or may be the Anonymous is the one I would never want him to be. I hate even his shadow because it tells dark stories of my own heart. What if its not the one I expect. Expectations should not hurt. But why to expect? What else can I do? I am lost in the game. The ano...