Tattered !

Surrounded she was by sisters and brothers of her kind. 

Yet, her heart yearned for a company, albeit of a different kind.

Bored of the same old conversations with her siblings, she sighed loudly “I wish for someone afar, who would tell me the tales of a different life, of a different existence.”

Wishes and dreams, they say come true eventually.  And one day, when she heard the stranger approach her slowly, she knew her dreams had come true.

His initial apprehension ebbed away with her willing submission.

She heard, all that she wanted. Charmed she was, by his ways. His caresses, she enjoyed.

Over the time, she swirled into the breeze, whiffs of mistrust, if there were any.

He was so very gently, so very tender that she did not even notice that he had started devouring her essence of existence. Scars, she oversaw and holes of abuse, she neglected.

"What is a bit of hurt when you love someone truly", she thought.

Warnings, she dint pay heed to. And one fine day, all that was left of her were just threads of tattered dreams for him to walk over.

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Inspiration clearly were from the pics clicked by SmartAlec. Thank you for clicking wonderful pictures that almost always tell a story which inspire deep thoughts and make me pen down a few lines from time to time :). Keep clicking !

Even though the story seems to be of a leaf and snail, the occurrence of dreams being ripped off in real life is not uncommon; though in real life, grit and strength to hang in there shall help one recover and emerge stronger to live dreams in spite of the hurt. Hail the undying spirit of human will !

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November rain

Coiled threads of memories intertwine with jumbled emotions just like my fingers on his hair.

Nothing has changed over the years. He still sleeps like a smiling angel.

Wasn’t it just yesterday when I set my eyes on him? Love at first sight?
No, I was already in love even before he made his dramatic entry into my life.

I have always loved November rains for the calmness they exude in spite of the heavy torrents. Wasn't it on one such night that God bestowed this gift?

The rumble of the thunder pierces my swirling thoughts. I walk to the window and stretch out my hand to catch the first few drops of November rain.

It sure is a symbol of new beginning.
Or is it a perfect ending to the relationship we share?

I curse myself for such thoughts. How can I be so doubtful, so selfish?
This relationship can never be tainted. The oozing drops of any other color, even if it is red, will just beautify it more.

But hadn’t Vani told me how things changed?
I feel torn. I am not sure any more.

I watch as the rain pours down in torrents just like my tears.

I don’t see him walk up stealthily to me. It is only after he holds my hand that I realize his presence next to me. He clasps my hand tightly and looks at me.

“Just like old times”, he says as he smiles.

We both stretch our hands into the rain together, just like the hundreds of times before. Time seems to have flown by in a jiffy.

But, he is still like the November rain- gentle, tender and loving.

“Nothing will change about us, even if I fly half away across the globe. I promise, Mom”, he says.

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P.S : Wrote this in a jiffy and published it even though it did not turn out how I wanted it to :/

Picture : Link

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Sanctity

                                                                                                                                  

Sanctity is not defined by your actions but instead by your thought and the purity of your soul!

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In deep slumber, there she was, lying like an angel amidst white and blue sheets.
The heave of her chest as she took long breaths while lost in dreamland, he could clearly see.
But, it was time for him to go, to leave her side again like every other day and head to another world .

She opened her eyes as he stretched out hand met the empty side of the bed to nothingness.
The sun’s rays caressed her skin, creating warmth enough to fight the harsh cold morning breeze.
But, she chose to keep her eyes shut, to gather warmth from his image that she saw in her dreams.

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As the sun wore its evening clothes and the stars gathered around to see it vanish in the horizon, she crossed the streets, seemingly unbothered about the cat calls and lewd comments. She knew that her image was being violated in the filthy minds of these people but she preferred to not think of it even thought it perturbed her, subconsciously.

**

He sat there, in the dark corner, preferring to look at her eyes while the others ogled at her gyrating body.  While the others tried to lure her by offering wads of notes, he lured her with his heart. But, she kept her distance away from him, if only physically, as she circled around them in seemingly obscene yet graceful movements!

She got teens of offers being the prettiest of the lot, but when she stepped out of the green room, after washing away the thick layers of makeup, while the beads of sweat still clung to her, reminding her of the act, she could see him awaiting for her like every other night, to cleanse her mind just like the gentle breeze cleansed her off her sweat and toil, while she sat behind him on his bike.

**

Their love was one of a kind, as pure as the dew drops that the cold mornings left, as pure as the breeze that the mountains summoned, as pure as the silver beam of moonlight, as pure as the silent hearts of the twinkling stars. Only that, the world refused to see it. To the world, their relationship was adulterous and immoral even! 

As they lay holding hands, conversing silently, the night witnessing the sanctity of their pure relationship as opposed to the several other society defined yet impure relationships, he leant over and whispered “Will you marry me?”

The silence that followed reverberated louder than any cacophony but all she said was “Yes” forgetting for just one minute that she had mouths to feed who solely depended on her, while he made a silent promise that he wouldn’t come in whatever way she chose to live for her own reasons which he perfectly understood and respected!

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Some relationships, we might not see clearly, but each of them have their own purity !

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P.S : Happy proposal day !

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The letter !

Her fragrance is fresh and rejuvenating. Her purity evident from the way she looks.

I feel a sense of divinity engulf me as I look upon the beauty that she is.

Each layer of hers adds to the mystery and to her, beauty.

She has the immense capability to hurt the one who gets close to her.

Yet, it seems that she has been revered since eternity!

I had always wondered why she was the most chosen one.

I had pondered, amused at times even looking at the attention she managed to grab every time.

I look at her closely, not for the first time. But, my questions vanish. Feelings of doubt?

Not today, not now, for I am in love!

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I am in love with the rose that rests in my hand. I am in love with its deep red color, with the beautiful layers that it has encompassing a feeling inexplicable, with the water droplets that rests on the layers, with its long green stalk.

For, today, I finally understand why it is used as a symbol of love. It is like love itself, alluring you towards the feelings it can create, and it is like love itself because it has the capability to hurt you with its thorns. It symbolizes love perfectly - the magic and the hurt!

And what's a better gift than this to symbolize what feelings I garner for you?

Especially that you yourself are like a flesh bloom of rose. You stand, firm, tall and beautiful, with a strong foothold and no airs around, as delicate and as sensitive as the rose. A harsh breeze or a rough handling, can crumble it, just what I did to you often and sometimes you showed me the power of thorns with your actions. But somehow, you stood by me, helping me pave my way to success.

Today, when I look back, I see how little I cared for you, of how easily I kept myself away from this beautiful feeling of love.

When I see the young man over there, hold his girl's hands, looking into her eyes while she smiles, I realize what I have missed.

Today, knowing the truth, it is different. I always thought I was habituated by your presence and only felt affection for you other than the sense of responsibility I had. Knowing, you are going to be gone forever, I am scared.

Thankfully it is better late than never. Because I know the power of it !

"I love you."

Thirty two years since I saw you in the bridal wear, that too only after I tied the knot and it is strange that I have taken so many years to tell you this little thing that I am in love with you. The three words aren't sufficient to let you know how much I am in love with you  - in love with your grey eyes that express every feeling I can understand, in love with your high cheek bones that support the most beautiful smile, in love with your strong will, in love with your stubborn nature for putting your foot down when I am wrong, for fighting with me when I hurt you or ignore you, for giving a taste of my own bitter medicine at times, and for making up for being too harsh on me, for curing my ailments with your tender touch, for standing by me even after youth and strength have deserted me.

As the youngsters today inch closer to celebrate the supposed day of love, I promise to inch closer to celebrate days of love- every single day starting from this day!

Happy rose day, my darling wife !

When you finish reading this letter, you can find me in our garden, planting a rose sapling so that I can present to you a bloom of rose along with my love, affection and my entirety every single day!

Loads of love,
your aged new Romeo ;)

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P.S: Years after shunning the entire V-day concept of encapsulating love (something I believe needs more than a single day) in a day and all the other days that precede that, something hit me today and I am all mushy-gushy, thankful and what not !!

So here, I dedicate this post of mine to my loved ones, who are extremely dear to me, and who have taught me so much about love, affection,care,emotions and nurtured me to be the person I am.

Happy Rose day !

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The plunge !

A note : Some ideas just come and you feel the need to express them in a particular way. Most of the times, I write without a particular plot in my head, just going along with the flow of thoughts, letting my fingers type out whatever comes in my head and however it comes out. Here's one attempt in a form a writing that I personally feel that I am not good at. Hoping you all enjoy the read !

The plunge

An escape from tentacles,
Of shackles of boundaries,
The fight to free themselves,
From the withholding barricades.

A journey of success,
To a destiny they had wished for.
A splash and a scream penetrated their world.
Haplessness and distraught was all around!

The pained anxious eyes,
A moment was suffice,
The trodden path spiraled in jeopardy.
A brave heart for an undying sacrifice!

A subtle touch,
A gentle nudge,
An eye lock of assurance
Was all it took.

Taking a dive he plunged deep,
The needle ticked,
Yet time stood still,
The heart beats raced.

Muttered prayers,
Divine promises,
Clasping hands,
Binding love !

Amidst lapping waves,
Fighting the clutches of death
Dragging a little boy,
He emerged victorious.

Bargaining for life,
Battling against fate he returned
To an ecstatic proud lover;
and a little boy to a thankful mother !

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Courage is the ability to take a plunge, knowing very well that you might have to sacrifice the trophy of your previous battle!

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The unseen rendezvous

Note : This post made it to Super 25 Shortlist of Tumbhi's short story competition 'Somewhere Sometime'.

(Link)

There were so many who she entertained,
But there was just one, for who, her heart yearned !

His short visits would never suffice. At the break of the dawn he disappeared, leaving her heart broken yet again. She would shrug it off and hide behind a mask of her happy face, alluring every passerby she found. In spite of all the attention they showered, in spite of her offering herself completely to some of them, she never felt the fulfilment that she attained in the wee hours of morning with him. The cycle continued for as long as she could remember. 

While the day progressed, she would conclude that she wouldn’t let him touch her, that she wouldn’t melt in his love, when he came for her. But, when the night gathered the dark blankets, her admirers left her all alone and her thoughts inadvertently went back to him. She held her frail heart in the bellowing wind, whispering her craving for her lover’s company.

Sometime during the night while she tumbled into the yonder of sleep, he would slip in stealthily and slowly surround her. Before she knew it, she surrendered to his cold kiss, holding him close, spending moments of pure bliss until the morning rays knocked on their door. 

Days passed, and she lost her beauty – frail and old she became! Her friends abandoned her for other beauties in their prime. She knew that she had nothing to offer to them. Loneliness was her only company! She wished for the day to go by swiftly, for the night to take over, because, even after her beauty had been vanquished, her lover had not stopped coming back to her. He did not stay longer than he did before, but each parting was different now. Difficult even, because considering her condition, they did not know if she would survive another day in the world. Savoring the little moments they shared, they continued their rendezvous, bidding many of the last good byes each and every time.

The seasons changed and the winds of fury blew. She had no strength to withstand the strong gust and gave in to meet her end.

When she was young, she had once asked him “Why don’t you stay, if you love me.”

To which, he had replied “You should know my darling, that my love for you has always existed, right from the moment I set my eyes on you, when you were just bud sealed in your protective cocoon, knowing that the cruel world waited outside to devour your beauty, but you peeped out one deep red petal at a time, slowly, confidently, swaying delicately in the breeze. I had caressed you before anyone had even discovered your beauty. I thought you loved me because you were young and did not know of the admirers that you would have, once you bloomed. But even now you wait just for me every night. I am jealous of the butterflies and bees for they can bury their secrets in your bosom throughout the day whenever you let them, but I, have just these wee hours in the morning before the sun rays touch us. I have to go leaving you alone because I want to return to you every night. I know that sometimes you wish you wouldn’t melt in my love but the truth is I melt every single day just to be with you. Our moments together might be less but remember my love, I come back only for you. The day you wither I shall annihilate my soul and join you in the ranks of the breeze.” 

The next morning when he visited, he knew she would be gone but he settled over her remains- the scattered petal that she was and the dew that he was, having the last of their unseen rendezvous!

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Fire and Ice - 55fiction # 1

"Fire and Ice" he ordered the barman; his eyes fixated at her on the dance floor as she surrounded herself with total strangers.

He lit a cigarette casually.

She alone knew of what he burned inside. Smiling, she headed towards him. 

Her icy cold lips met his,dousing the fire she had lighted, yet, again!

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P.S : My first attempt at 55fiction

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Of beginnings and endings !

Every beginning has an end, I have been told a million times. I dreaded my beginning. Not because I dreaded my end; but, only because, I wanted my end to be special, unlike my predecessors, who got lost in the journey, unacknowledged or brushed off. Whenever the time came, all of them gathered to make their beginnings and I prayed to God, to delay the start of my life. While some of them laughed at my cowardice and some of them whispered about my selfishness, only one other of my kind stood by my side and told me she understood.

I read her heart and understood that she too had apprehensions about her beginning. When I stretched out my hand to her, she held it tightly and whispered softly to me “I, unlike you, do not care about my ending. All I wish is that I am one of those reserved for happiness. I hope I am born out of happiness!” She is indeed special, I thought. I knew none of us ever knew the reason behind our births. It was the part of the wicked game, god played. We were there just to serve one sole purpose- act as per the heart’s wishes.

Yet, we dared to dream and hope and wish - she for her dream beginning and me for my dream ending. The others laughed at our stupidity and some cursed our selfishness. But I, went on doing what I always did- wishing that the heart and the soul would understand me. Amidst this, she, the happy one, stayed by side. There were times when we both hugged each other tightly, praying that we would not be the next ones to go. I had grown to love her, and she me; but we knew we could never be together. Both of belonged to somebody else. Until the time came, we promised each other that we would be each other’s company. While we sat waiting and praying, we saw many others take form of their lives, fulfilling the purposes. We would too, one day; only that, it would serve our dreams too.

Unknown to us the day arrived.

My new life is nothing like I imagined. I knew it would be short a very short journey to my end. My only thoughts were of my ending, hoping that I would get what I had prayed for. I waited, not wanting to leave my cradle and the beautiful brown that I engulfed. The world outside was bright and I felt warm. I was alone with no others of my kind. I could feel myself swelling up and I knew my end was near.

Before I knew it, I was diving downwards, leaving a trail. As I journeyed further on the smooth surface, I looked back to see a beautiful flutter and I fell in love with the heart that commanded me. How foolish of me to have thought of my ending, this journey was enough. My life was worth every tiny second that I lived. I thought of my companion wishing she would love her journey as much as I did. Was she just behind me or was her time a different one! Of this, I had no idea. I closed my vision and braced myself to meet my nearing end. I sparkled one last shine, waiting to hit nothingness.

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“Now that you are mine, I wish you heart would never experience any pain. And if it does, I promise, I shall kiss away all your tears starting from this one”, the man told his newlywed wife, looking into her tear filled brown eyes adorned by thick black eyelashes, as he pressed his lips against her cheek, where the lone drop of tear rested almost about to fall. The prayers were answered and the tear was indeed special, the first one to be kissed by a loving heart.

The woman's heart swelled with happiness and out came the happy tear sparkling,tracing the same path as her companion to unite with him.

The two tear drops served their special purposes along with fulfilling their dreams of beginnings and endings.

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Interweaved

The day and the night;
Your hands and mine.

The lightening and the rain;
Your eyes and mine.

The sky and the clouds;
Your thoughts and mine.

The stars and the moon;
Your dreams and mine.

The clashing waves and the thunder
Your beating heart and mine.

Heaven and earth;
Your life and mine.

Interweaved threads of two souls;
The breeze and the swaying creeper;
You and I.

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Wrote these random lines over a week ago. Random, yes; but the way I see it and feel it,its true.

P.S: I so wish I had the ability to express feelings in poetic words. I try and each time I feel dissatisfied that I just cant seem to find the right words and put them in the right places!

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Betrayal

 Disclaimer : Posted in Infosys Blog in July.
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Betrayal

The clock struck ten.

He stared at the wooden floor. The yellow lighting of the bulb that swayed, cast long shadows of all the objects around. It was unbelievably quiet. The only noise was the fast breathing of the slender woman in front of him.

She was dressed in a brown flowing long skirt, a white shirt and a brown waistcoat. Her hair was tied into a ponytail with a few strands of hair falling on her face. Her face was what people referred to as angelic. The glow of the light made her face more radiant. In the entire gloomy setting she stood out, like a fair angel.

“Irony”, thought he.

He looked at the horrified expression on the beautiful face.

He told her loudly “Today it will end!”

She took a step forward and looked at him pleadingly. The pained expression of hers was heart wrenching. But, he wasn’t going to fall for that one. In a slow practiced action he yanked his pistol that was tucked behind his back with his right hand and pointed it towards her. It was heavy.

She begged him “Pleaase listen to me! Forgive me. I know I have betrayed your trust but you do not need to do this.”

Seeing no change in his demeanor she continued “We can sort this out. I have acted with best interests in my heart”

“What could I have done John? I was alone and scared. I waited for you. You never came. With every minute I was losing it. I had no other way out. I kept a lookout for you and have always waited. I have always cared for you. You know that. It never ceased!” she cried, the pain in her voice evident.

“Lies”, he bellowed like a mad man as the lightening flashed. It was followed by the heavy rumbling noise of thunder. It was as if hell was unleashing fury on the mortals.

He looked like a man in agony in spite of the anger emanating from his actions.

With a wail, she knelt down and screamed out “O Gods! Spare my poor John of this misery. I can see him caught between sorrow and fury. I am the one who wreaked this wretch upon us both. He needn’t turn into a killer because of the devil in me”, she sobbed.

His arms slackened at the sight of beautiful Margaret looking so pitiful.

In a flurry of movements he saw a metal vase come hurling down at him. He ducked and the vase crashed into the glass table behind him.

Enraged, he stepped forward towards her.

She had seized the opportunity when he had mellowed down, to grab the vase by the low table next to her where she was kneeling and had hurled it at him. What she hadn’t anticipated was his unusually quick reflexes .He had always been slow witted.

Still seated, looking at him recoil, she moved herself backwards with the thrust of her legs and hands which seemed to quiver with fear. She looked pitiful. It seemed so wretched to unleash such wraith on a beautiful creature like her.

His movement further near her made her shudder.

He put his left hand on her head.

Stroking her hair,sighing, he said, “I cannot kill you. Even though you hurled the vase at me, I know you did it out of despair. It brought me out of my madness”.

When she looked at him with a doubt, he knelt in front of her, one leg on the ground and one leg bent, lifted her chin up and said “You are too beautiful to die, my love. Promise to never betray or leave me ever again.”

The contours on her face relaxed and she broke into her enchanting smile.

“Never! Never again shall I hurt you”, she crooned.

He looked into her brown eyes and bent closer to her face.

Truly convinced that she was out of any eminent danger for at least that period of time, she leaned forward to kiss him.

A gunshot that reverberated through the surroundings could be heard the very next moment !

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The survivor looked at the lifeless body sprawled on the floor one last time and walked out of the door.

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The final Victory

‘Carl….’

‘Em ? Listen .. Wait !! Don’t walk away. We need to talk alright?’

‘About what? There’s nothing to talk about. Lets get to work.’ Flexing her hands and crouching she said ‘Ready ?’

‘ Easy..!!!’ said Carl desperately , ‘ Please listen to me once’

Emesme looked at the handsome man in the tuxedo staring at her. She hated that particular stare of Carl. It made her existence complicated. She wanted to run to him and let go of everything else she valued but deep inside she knew she could never lead such a life. She was born to do the work she was doing. It gave her peace and it gave her the satisfaction that she was on top of the world.

‘ I’ll give you 2 minutes’ said Em

Carl took a step closer and put the strand of hair falling on her face behind her ear. He could feel her breathing get heavy.

She was the most beautiful and the most intriguing woman he had met. He had had a million affairs. The rest were just dolls compared to her. They were dumb and were like gadgets to be used whereas she was challenging. Intelligent. The a perfect rival for him.

He remembered the first time he had met her. He had been beaten for the first time in his life. The antique worth over 2 million dollars was his target and he had had months of planning to get. By the time he could lay his hands on it he sneezed and by the blink of his eye he saw that she had the piece in one hand a spray in the other hand and the look of satisfaction on her face.

Then had started the cat and mouse game between them. They were rivals in every sense. Whichever con game he played, she was the perfect opponent. Both had equal scores against each other. He hated her. He was drawn to her. He was the best man at planning and getting away. No other person had ever come close to his way other than her.

He had so gotten used to seeing her plotting for the same price as he that once he waited for her arrival, near one painting that he was supposed to steal . After a long wait he realized that she was not going to come and started to walk away dejected not wanting to take the glory of it without a proper game. And just as he had turned his back she sprang from the ceiling dressed in black and snatched the painting from the secure walls.

With each passing check mate that they had issued each other he knew that their desire to belong to each other had grown. It became an obsession. Just the proximity in which they operated would get their heart thumping. It was painful to know that his both passions were colliding. The passion he held for his con and the passion for her. He knew which was greater and decided to end it all.

‘Your time is running out’ uttered Em.

The scent of her breath got his hormones rushing. He wanted to lose himself in the pleasure that both of them could experience only with each other. They were soul mates. Part of the soul that was caught inside each of them was throbbing to unite. He could wait no longer. Neither could she.

‘We have played enough with each other darling. Lets start something better than what we are caught up with’, said he.

The honey timber like voice of his made her melt. She started to say ‘You really think I get …’ he interrupted her placing his mouth on hers.

That was the end of the discussion. Hours later, with both their physical selves exhausted but the desire still burning deep, they realized what they were meant to be for each other. Their love and passion for each other was insatiable. They could go on like this forever.

She got up from among covering herself with the sheets. He pulled her back kissed her deeply and said ‘Let me fix u a drink baby’

He fixed two glasses of martini with a dash of lime. He asked her ‘ Do you want some add on ?’

‘ Yeah put a das of sweet syrup in both of them and you’ll see the difference it makes from the drink you have mixed’

He came back with the glasses and carefully climbed in to the bed. She smiled at him and thanked him.

‘Lets drink for us baby’ said he and she came forward and kissed him so passionately that he wanted to throw away and get back to heaven.

‘Yes Carl’.

They toasted ‘To Us’, and took a sip each.

‘ Hmmm Em, I dint know sugar could work wonders on this drink’ Said Carl.

‘ Well woman know what exactly is the best right honey? And I knew right from the beginning what I have wanted. This is our destiny and I have waited Carl’

He took more sips and said ‘ Feels so great now having the best woman by my side and having my favorite drink altered to be the best. I realize what I was missing. I’ve finally found the missing part in me. I am reaching peace’ said he staring at her.

Seeing that she was listening intently he continued ‘You have no idea since how long I’ve waited. It seems like now is the perfect time for the perfect ending. You don’t realize the emotions you’ve stirred in me Em ever since the first time you thwarted me. The man in me was raging to be at peace and now its going to be satisfied way beyond it was ever.’

In a fraction of second he drew a gun, a mantissa model. By the time she could gather her wits her fear showed on her face. He aimed at the pint below her ribs and fired. She wouldn’t die immediately. He wanted time until she heard every bit of what he had to say. It pained him to see her go stiff but he was satisfied.

‘Em, you can hear me right ?. I love you but I love my work more. You satisfy me way beyond my cravings but I was born to be number one and I couldn’t let you thwart me every time. I was drawn to the woman you were but it gave me sleepless nights. I was born to win and finally I have check mated you in this game of our. Rest in peace, love’ Said he and kissed her forehead.

He got up and kicked her off the bed, and took his position on it and loudly said ‘ I am the king and the throne shall belong only to me’ and finished the drink.

She was mumbling something in her deathbed. He walked near her wanting to get the final satisfaction of hearing her last words of fear and defeat. This was by far his most victorious fight he had knowing never again would anybody challenge him. He bent closer and once again felt his heart cringing at the pathetic sight of her. She was a lovely devil.

‘Carlll , you havvve nottt won’, she slurred on her words ‘ I’veee checkkk mmmated you aaas well. Yyourrr drinnkk….’ her voice trailed of f ...

He could feel himself choking. He clutched his throat and spat out blood. Before he could shout at her ‘ B- I – t- c-‘ he collapsed dead right over her body.

She choked at the weight for the last time and smiled a win and took her last breath. She Had devised to kill him and reach the top as well. She was tired of being drawn to his manliness. She knew from her past experiences that men would just use women and she had hated the idea of her belonging to anybody. She was exhausted by her attraction to Carl and had decided to end it by poisoning him. It was the final victory

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I do not sleep

Seeing her parents despairing over her being in her deathbed,
She called out to her father n handed him a closed envolope.
And requested it to be opened only after her Death.


The day when the envolope had to be opened came.
Trembling n crying the father opened it.

The letter read:

Dearest ever mom n dad,

"Do not stand at my grave and weep.

I m not thr, I do not sleep.
I m the sparkle in the snow.

I m ripple in the wave.

I m the cloud in the sky.

I m the dewdrop on the leaf.

I m the shredded leaves that blow.

I m the sunlight on growing grain.

I m the gentle summer rain.

I m the quiet bird of the night.

Circling about; Taking flight.

So do not stand at my grave and weep.

I am not there, I do not sleep."

Please get these words engraved on my grave. I will not stand putting u through grief anytime.
Loadsa love,
Emma.

P.S : Based on the poem " Do not stand at my grave and weep" by Mary Elizabeth Frye

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The most beautiful girl

She looked into the mirror. Its reflection showed the face of a fair complexioned girl with delicate features. Her hazel eyes had innocence and frank curiosity. Her wavy black hair made her all the more stunning. She turned a little to her left first, then to her right and examined herself. She brushed her hair a little, set up one particular fringe on the forehead. She smiled. Acknowledging that she looked stunningly beautiful in her all black outfit , complete with the chain and the bracelet he had gifted her. The thought of him made her feel warm from within. She was ready for him. He would definitely be enthralled to see her like this.

He was waiting. He had finally managed to find time in his heavily busy schedule. He regretted not meeting her often but there was little he could do. Just a few more minutes and he would see his darling.

As she stepped out he looked at her with love filled eyes.

There was only thing he could think. ‘ She is the most beautiful girl’.

Walking a few steps she jumped into his arms. He lifted her and placed a kiss over her forehead.

‘Missed you daddy..!!’ she said, tightly clinging her 8 year old self on to him.

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Free spirit

" Once upon a time there was a bird. He was adorned with two perfect wings and with glossy, colorful marvelous feathers. In short he was a creature made to fly in the sky, bringing joy to everyone who saw him.

One day, a woman saw this bird and fell in love with him. She watched his flight, with her mouth wide in amazement, her heart pounding, her eyes shining with excitement. She invited the bird to fly with her, and the two traveled across the sky in perfect harmony. She admired and venerated and celebrated that bird.

But then she thought: he might want to visit far-off mountains! And she was very afraid, afraid that she would never feel the same way about any other bird. And she felt envy, envy for the bird’s ability to fly.

And she felt alone.

And she thought: ‘ I m going to set a trap. The next time the bird appears, he will never leave again.’

The bird, who also in love, returned the following day, fell into the trap and was put in a cage.

She looked at the bird evry day. There he was, the object of her passion, and she showed him to her friends who said: ‘Now you have everything you could possibly want.’ However, a strange transformation began to take place: now that she had the bird she no longer needed to woo him, she began to lose interest. The bird, unable to fly and express the true meaning of his life, began to waste away and his feathers to lose their gloss; he grew ugly; and the woman no longer paid attention to him, except by feeding him and cleaning out his cage.

One day, the bird died. The woman felt terribly sad and spent all her time thinking about him. But she did not remember the cage, she thought only of the day she had seen him for the first time, flying contentedly amongst the clouds.

If she had looked more deeply into herself, she would have realized that what thrilled her about the bird was his freedom, the energy of his wings in motion, not his physical body.

Without the bird, her life too lost all meaning, and Death came knocking at her door. ‘ Why have you come?’ she asked Death. ‘ So that you can fly once more with him across the sky,’ death replied. ‘if you had allowed him to come and go, you would have loved and admired him even more; alas, you now need me in order to find him again.’ "


This story is an extract from the book ‘Eleven minutes’ by Paulo Coelho.

I see that our lives can be associated with the story. The woman in the story is each one of us. The bird is anything that we may seek. So lets take an example and say the bird is love. Many of you might say ‘I don’t seek love, I’ve better things in life’. For such people all I can say is wake up. Being born as humans.. err I wud better say being born as us, meaning anybody, all of us do seek out for love be it for a person, be it for a sport or say music. While you might never run out of love for a sport o music or any other passion why is that we run out of love for people..? Taking this point back to the story lemme elaborate. Most of the people seek love. The eternal , pure kind of love that can stand the test of time. Okay god is really great, so you even manage to get it. So all is happy and well. Life is going guns. Suddenly one day some feeling of insecurity comes over and then you try doing things to encage that particular feeling of bliss in a status called relationship, maybe because you want to flaunt if off to your friends and family and well wishers, blah. Blah, blah or maybe because you think you think it as the inevitable. Whatever maybe the reason, you set up a well-defined boundary. aah there is one more case where people start taking things for granted that they have already have in their hands something so valuable tied to them n they get into the confidence that they will posses it always no matter what. That’s when the magic begins to ebb away. Just like water dripping out off a cracked pot, like a flower withering away, like the candle light flickering away, it just ends. The point is if one had just lived on in the good feeling without expecting anything out of it, without thinking of possessing it, maybe then the ‘love’ would have stayed on for long giving the glow of happiness n peace.

The things we desire all have a free spirit in them. Just for our own good it would be best to let the spirit lead us.

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