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Expectations were filled in with air so the balloons did not raise high enough. But kids shrieking with joy, women excited to buy everything in exchange of their frustration, men trying to escape the  cacophony of busy mall and their mind, everything looked so unmistakably perfect on new year's eve. She refused to wake up from this day dream. A voice still rang in her ears, " Don't play with Relationships." I am not, I am not... She closed her ears as if to shun all voices away. She checked her mobile. There was no New Year message. Surprised? She was not. She exhaled with utmost effort. Emptiness.  "I am going away ", She typed. Erased. She could not say Goodbye. Even though, she did not intend to go anywhere.

"How Farhan and Mom met?" "I told you Kyra, people always meet you through destiny. It is always the soul-connection that some people happen to come as if from nowhere and remain always close to your heart." "OKAY! And what happened next, tell me everything." The curious daughter of Sejal wanted to know everything right away. After all she was amazed to know that her mother is a friend of famous business tycoon Farhan Aziz. " " Well... They met through a common friend but they grew so fond of each other that our Sejal who would not open up to anyone would talk to Farhan for hours and hours. One day Farhan proposed her. But she chose another guy over him. They remained best friends as ever. Eventually they got married and had beautiful kids... See yourself. " And Namrita kissed Kyra on cheeks. "But mausi why mom refused him?" "I had asked her same question and she told me that...let me put it in her words. She said, '...

"There's a surprise for you!" "What's that tell me." "There's a surprise for you , when you would come down here." "Aahh... really! I am waiting for it." The virtual window closed but the dream window opened and how swiftly you flow on dreams till the very reality closes you tight in its embrace. Jay reached on the land of Warriors. The whole group planned a camp-out. "What a surprise!" Jay exclaimed. "Enjoy..." Tadz teased her with his lovely smile. They stayed on a hill that looked to the little green jungle. While in the group some were drinking, other dancing, some had secrets to share, Jay was quietly letting the Nature do wonder with her. Contrary to her own imagination, she fell quiet when she met all her friends after months. She went early to sleep. She woke up around mid-night and knew it was supposed to be this way only. She left the camp, and headed downwards to the little green jungle. It was c...

It happens with some witches. They leave their dark rooms to see the light. Not because they dont love their darks anymore, they just fall in love with the light. Witches? About whom you are talking about Grand dad?  Oh.. none... just a girl I met ma nyeee...years Ago. A girl? Was she your girl friend? Haha.. no ... she was not that type. No one could bound her in any relation what so ever. She was her own Princess... would only follow the voice of her heart ... ...and... did you love her? Oh...no... not the love. Perhaps it was something else. ...she scared me sometimes... she was so powerful... Grand dad tell us more about her please. Did she look beautiful? Did she have long hairs like Rapunzel? Did she have some magical powers? Tell us please... Wait..... I told you. She was a witch. A beautiful witch. And yes she had powers. She could tell... what is in your heart...she could see your dark side.  She lived in the town. Near my house. But once in every month she would vis...

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...

Hello Mr. Roy , Hope you had a pleasant journey? Oh yes it was good. The weather was fine.   Both Dr Mathur and Dr Roy shook hands. Dr. Mathur who was in hurry tried to cut short the formalities and said with good humor, “ Well we have arranged one cottage for you. Please make yourself comfortable. I will join you for lunch and meanwhile if you need anything tell Raju he will take care of everything. “ Both shook hands again. And Dr. Mathur sped out of the room. Doctor Roy while taking a hot bath in his cottage looked out at the green fields. They seemed to him extremely quiet as if not a leaf turned over in many years. The valley seemed to him like a beautiful cold dead bride. Everything had come to a standstill. In the afternoon over lunch Dr Mathur told Dr Rao about the mental hospital and some special cases. Doctor Rao was a psychiatrist practicing in Noida and he had agreed with the Hospital authorities in Almora to observe the general scenario and see s...

"I am amazed. You are quite poetic even when you write about cars." I thought Prakash was making my fun but he looked strangely serious. "Yeah?", I asked him to elaborate his point. "Do you write poems ? " , I hesitated a little bit and couldn't come up with any definite answer so he asked again , " Fiction?" , "Umm no... I don't write..." ," WHY?" , He looked genuinely surprised which in turn surprised me. And I blurted out in no time , "Because I dont have any story to write." He smiled and said carefully choosing the words , " Everyone on this earth has a story to tell. I believe you too would be having one. May be not like Cinderella or Alice but something of the sort on which you believe intensely." Before I could take in his words completely he resumed , " Izra I know sometimes the story would not come out easily but when it is hurling up inside you , you feel restless , you turn on ...

"I do look good. Dont I? Specially in this frock?" "Oh yeah that floral print suits you." Kunal smiled with some effort. How could I miss that expression. But was I me at that time?  "Kunal..." "yeah?" " I want that ice-cream." I showed him a vendor-boy. "You cant eat that you know , your throat isn't well yet." "But I want that I want that I want that." "Okay okay fine.... bhaiyya one kulfi... yeah...thank you...," looking at me with so caring eyes he said , "take this." I took the kulfi but it wasn't as cold as his eyes... why is he so cold with me? why doesn't he laugh as he used to... has anything changed? "Kunal... " , his expressions changed , his eyes contracted , he was prepared for another whim , "yes?" , " I ... I am cold..." "take my jacket" but I wanted you... "yeah thank you". He isn't fine. "Shall we go t...

“Long back there were two friends…..” “Mummy… ruk kyun gaye… tell naa…” “oh yeah.. where was I? … Yeah… Long back there were two friends. Mita and Geeta were their names.” “hehe…” “Why are you laughing?” “Mummy … Mita is the name of my best friend.” “Oh.. no no it is another Mita.” Anju stroke her baby’s hairs. She began her story again , recalling faintly the plot of the story. “They both were like sisters. And more happy and contended than husband and wife…” “hehe…” Again Shreya’s giggling interrupted Anju. “There is nothing to laugh in it.” , said she and began with the story again. “One day Geeta fought with Mita on a stupid thing. And as soon as she came home she discovered her favorite doll was stolen away by someone. She began crying until everyone in her house got to know about it. Nobody could convince her that it was only a doll and that she will get another soon. Her mother phoned Mita and asked her to come to soothe Geetha. They all knew Mita can do this impossible thing....

"Di ! What are you looking at?" Something which has stuck somewhere came out as a faint laugh which stayed as a smile on Jeanie's lips. " I? I am looking at that bird." She pointed at a bird who was hovering in the sky. After a brief pause Yashi again asked Jeanie , " What do you see in her?" "I think she is young." "But what makes you think so?" ...  " She is easy in her flight and she is in love with herself." "Oh..." Both exchanged a meaningful glance and again begin to observe the bird. ... "Di ... what do you think , will this bird ever feel love for something other than herself?" "May be ... but..." "But?" "... That 'something other' shall not kill her love for herself... she is quite happy now... with herself." "But di ..." She stopped speaking as she saw Azhar coming. She stealthily glanced at Jeanie , who also didn't like Azhar...

“Who is love?” “You and Me.” Where is love? In the air we breathe. “How is love?” “Deep like your eyes.” “Now your turn.” “ Hmm… What is our relationship.?” “Our baby.” “How will he grow?” “With the consciousness of our souls.” “When will he die?” “Not before us.”  “Shehzan…” “Meera…” “Shehzan… I am afraid of the evil eyes that might harm our baby.” Shehzan smiled the most perfect smile on the world , took Meera’s hand in his and said , “Evil eyes are nothing but the symbol of our lack of mutual understanding.”  … “But what if we cease to love each other?” Shehzan looked deep into her eyes and said , “Can we ever cease to be ourselves?” Meera’s face glowed with the love of Shehzan. It was heaven where they were together holding each other’s hands.   [Dedicated to Yoshna , who inspired me to write this. :) ]

“You know my life is at its best track. Its going wonderful. I hope no evil eye should spoil it.” He said it with the angel’s voice. And she with her all sweetness replied hurriedly . “no no no evil eye will spoil your happiness … I will pray for you darling.” And an aura of love bounded them together. She was in his arms when she had closed her eyes. She began dreaming of the perfection of their love which they had dreamed together in the initial days of  relationship. It was so beautiful. The dreams of love in the arms of beloved. She didn’t realize when her thoughts jumped from his life to their love to her own life… which she felt is also going on on right track , on positive note with spreading smiles and love around her. She wanted to share this wonderful feeling with him so she began to speak her thoughts while still dreaming with her closed eyes. “Its a lovely beginning … I hope things get more better… I am feeling useful as I am writing contents that they compliment as in...

So Meg , where were you last summers? I was finding a job , I suppose. So... didn't you go anywhere.. I mean .. out? Oh yeah ... I did. I went to Laddakh... So with whom did you go? Vandy , I know that you know everything then what you want to know from me? With whom did you Go... Meg? I went with Vish , he was my .. my net friend. I know him... have heard a lot about him. So? So... I want to ask you ... why are you marrying my brother? what ? I said ... why are you marrying my brother when you love someone else.   Oh for god's sake ! I don’t love Vish .. he is .. he is just a friend. Oh.. really! You went on a trip with your friend... Alone... so how close you have been to him... hmm.. "Enough Vandy !" , interrupted Rajveer ; I love to call him RV , he looked into the eyes of his sister with anger mixed love , he again said with more mild tone , "Please ! Don’t... don’t pester her anymore... would you mind leaving us alone for sometime Vandy ?" Vandy gave...