CELEBRATIONS

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Books, handwritten letters, photographs, records, memories and posters, his life were full of them. He woke up religiously at 6 every morning and went straight to his treasure chest, filled with things which others called old junk, but for him it was his life. It was everything he ever wanted and ever owned. He had lived a life the way he wanted. He was 85 and a widower. It had been 15 years since his wife had passed away and he missed her the most. His two sons had left him long ago and he lived in a small house that he built himself near the lake where he met his wife for the first time 55 years ago. It was the place he proposed marriage and she had said yes.

The treasure chest contained all that means the world to him. Photographs of his wife, his kids, some real close friends and memories from each and every one of his trips. He loved to travel and he ensured he took his wife with him everywhere he went. Old records that he used to listen to all his favorite music from everyday on the gramophone player that adorned his desk. He would start his day with some lovely music that would fill the three rooms that he had in his house. Puki, his dog was the only other living thing that stayed with him.


Kishore’s voice echoed in the background, as he made his first cup of coffee for the day. He whistled to Puki to fetch the newspaper that was thrown near the gate by the little boy down the lake who delivered his dose of world news. He settled down on the big easy chair overlooking the lake and began sipping his coffee. His face had a lot of wrinkles. His hair was silky but silver in color. He had aged gracefully. Looking at his face one couldn’t understand him completely. One had to look deeper and deeper, like excavating the real face that hid behind all the layers of wrinkles. It was poetry in motion if you had to analyze the man’s face. After completing the newspaper, he walked up to his treasure chest and took out an album. He had collated it himself, with photographs that spanned many decades. He had also written notes about the places where those pictures had been taken to remind him of all the things beautiful in his life. He saw a picture of his wife, this young gorgeous woman who was 26 at the time when the picture was taken. He gently ran his wrinkled, shaky fingers over the picture, caressed her face and smiled. A drop of tear trickled down from his eyes and changed its course many times before falling on the back of his hand. He scrolled through the many pictures that adorned his album and he did this everyday.


He would then take another paper bag which had all the letters that his wife had written to him when he was in the army. The letters were very brittle, almost had a shade of brownish yellow after all these years. He still loved the smell of his dead wife’s perfume on those letters. He had been in the army a year after he had gotten married and was away from his wife for four years. He still believed that it was those four years that made him realize that she was the one he wanted to spend all his life with. These letters were worth a fortune. Every time he read those letters, he could visualize his wife reading it out to him, speaking to him. He could feel her presence. That’s why he did that everyday. The many names she would address him by, the little fights they had, things that were bothering her in his absence. It was magic.


Today as he was reading those letters, he was overcome with emotion. It was their anniversary. After he was done with the last letter, he closed the box and walked up to the lake. He stood there gazing at the water. He could see his reflection on the water. His eyes were moist. As he kept looking at his reflection, he could see another person next to him. There she was, smiling at him. He whispered, “Happy Anniversary, My love. What would you like to have for lunch”?


His way of CELEBRATION began.....

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Neglected Station - The Life Changer

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Rain. Isn’t it a awe-inspiring occurrence? I love the drizzle and all aspects of it. I love getting drenched in the rain, traveling in the rain even though everybody I know seems to complain about it. It was one such rainy day. The company said they will provide me car back home but I decided to take the train. After all it was only a three hour journey to the lovely deserted station. Though it was a last minute request from me they managed to get me the tickets. As I sat in the Santro that was me driving to the station I wondered why I decided to take the train, one of those impulsive decisions based on some insane gut feeling. I looked out the closed windows only to see nothing as water drops covered the glass .I grabbed my phone and the voice brought me a smile.

By the time I reached the door to my compartment I was drenched, the downpour was heavy. It was like the water that had filled the skies to the brim wanted to just burst to its liberty today, dance in the open air, cleanse the cities and bring a smile to me. I entered the train and was making my way through the rows to my seat when my eyes saw him. The emotion that filled me is unexplainable. He saw me too. He seemed confident of what to do as he came forward towards me with a smile. That smile. I had almost forgotten it but yet it seemed so much a part of me. Though the air was nippy and I was cold from the wetness in my skin, his smile brought me warmth, the warmth which he had given me all those years suddenly glowed in my heart. Though after a few seconds, I smiled back and made my way to him. We shook hands, almost hugged. Then, silence for a few moments.

“Here, let me take that!” he said. He took my medium-sized traveling bag from my hand and placed it on the luggage rack. As I found my seat I found out that he was sitting right opposite me. The insane gut feeling. After I settled on to my seat, he sat opposite me and we smiled. “It’s been so long! How are you?”. He replied,”Good. I recently met Shailu and she filled me in on most of you.” I said,”Oh, Shailu does have contacts with most from our class.”
As we talked on about what we were doing ,what everybody else we knew was doing I realized how comfortable this was, how easy this felt. I had imagined meeting him again and I had played out this scene a 1000 times in my head but never did I imagine it will be so easy, so simple, despite of our history, of the fact that it has been five years since we broke up.

We met in the beautiful campus of St.Peter’s. He was a year senior to me. But our similar passions brought us together in many a clubs and associations. Always on the same squad but always skirmishing about how to implement ideas we both agreed on. Most of the times we will work together and come up with the most wonderful concepts, only to end up fighting on some trivial matter about the execution. Similar thoughts but different styles was the point. Through all of this, somewhere along the way, we had fallen in love. And we didn’t even have to say it to each other it was just something that we both realized. We became part of each other.

The conversation carried on as the rain lashed out on the closed windows. Suddenly, the smile on his face brightened and he got up. He moved as she came and took the seat right opposite to mine. He sat next to her. She was beautiful and they looked very good together. Though I figured she was, when he introduced her as his wife my heart paced up. She had a warm genuine smile, the kind that will make you feel good no matter what.
I said I hadn’t known he was married and congratulated them. I sounded truly excited and happy.

The three of us talked. She told me about their meeting and marriage and I told her about him in college. He listened, correcting facts, denying my stories. It was a pleasant conversation that was picking up just as the train was picking up speed. As I watched them I suddenly thought I would have maybe I should have, been in her place. If things hadn’t changed the way they did I would have been his wife. But looking at them made me realize how perfect this is. They were lovely together; they looked like they were in love and they were.

We were lovely together. Everyone knew about us. Everyone thought we will be the couple to make it to the forever category. We looked like we were in love everyday for the four years we were together, one year of which he was in a city far away. We made that work, a long distance relationship between a final year student and a busy new trainee. On the day of my farewell party he came down and surprised me. He took me to the lonely station near our college and proposed to me. He promised me in words the forever I knew he promised with his heart all these years. And I said NO!

As the rain continued despite the train moving through new towns with isolated stations so did our words and my thoughts. He had introduced me to his wife as a college mate, but I think she knew. There was a smile on my face that was sincere. I was happy for him. But there was also a pain in my heart. As silly as it was to me, suddenly, all I wanted to do was scream and cry out loud. The tears came close to bursting out the confines of their glands but some force stopped them. I played with my ring, looked out of the window, looked at the small kid trying to eat his sandwich but my eyes wandered back to them and my mind was swept back to the twin thoughts.

As I said it was only a three hour journey. In no time my stop was there .As the train pulled into abandoned station he helped me with my bag to the door. Before, I had told my bye-bye’s to her and asked them to keep in touch, hoping in my heart that they did not. The train stopped and I got down .He got down with me and handed me my bag. As we stood, face to face , my eyes finally gave way to those tears .He hugged me. A second later the guards whistle started screeching and he got back on the train. With that warm smile of his, he waved and I waved back hoping that this moment does not repeat once again. An insane gut feeling telling me it will not.

He was stunned. He looked blank as I tried to figure out what I had just said. After I said NO, I had given him an explanation of sorts as to why I made this choice and I know it made no sense to him because it didn’t make sense to me. It had been raining that night and after hearing me out he had looked at me and smiled. That was what I didn’t need then and the tears flowed out as suddenly as the rain stopped. He got up, hugged me. As the horn of some car screamed, breaking the silence that surrounded us, he left me. Held my hand for a second smiled that smile of his and walked out. Leaving me alone with this decision I had made based on some insane gut feeling in the same lonely station where we once walked with our hands bundled together.

I stood in that pouring rain. The water seeping through my clothes and was clinging to myself. My hand held that wooden bench in the corner of the desolate railway station, which was getting sopping in the water. If you were to hold your palm out and

catch the water that dripped off my face. If you were to pour a drop of it down your throat, the saltiness in it would be evident. The tears were pouring with a fury greater than the rain. The train made its way out of the station. The tears stopped flowing. It was like my senses had taken a break The rain had also softened to a drizzle. As I stood there watching the now distant train I felt a hand on my shoulders. And there he was with this smile of his. I hugged him and whispered ‘I missed you, I need you and above all I Love You’. A soft voice whispered back, ”I love you too”.

I came back to reality and saw the girl next to him, his wife. He understood my quizzical look and giggled. He muttered, “Shivani (that's me), meet Kaajal, my colleague and part of the drama enacted to get my love back”. I smiled and punched his arms. We walked out of the station, hand in hand. And I felt warm . I felt the glow inside my heart that has been there for the last one year I have been married to him. An insane gut feeling also lead to this decision .The rain drizzled on, making someone complain, and bringing a smile to me. My life was changed once again, in the same Deserted/Neglected Station.

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What If...

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It was the last day of their college life. Shraddha was sitting in the lawn waiting for her friends. A sudden gush of wind made her dhupatta fall from its destined location. She cautiously took it from the grass and adjusted it again. It was then she saw Krishna waiting in the corner of the lawn. She was damn sure that he was looking at her. All these years, She had noticed him as the serenest guy in the entire class. But he never spoke with Shraddha. Shraddha decided to tell him a Hi on their last day.

When he saw Shraddha coming near him, he stood up and turned the other side for adjusting his shirt and face. The light perspiration on his forehead was the indication of his tension. He heard Shraddha's voice calling him. He turned and saw her face closely within a few steps. This was the most breathtaking scene he had ever witnessed. She said, "Hi Krishna. Its the first time we are speaking though we are classmates. Strange and weird na?". He acknowledged her by just nodding his head. The moment she was about to continue, Krishna continued, "Wait Shraddha, let me open up! I wanted to tell this for many days. But I didn't have the guts! But know what? I love you. I love you so much. Am loving you from the first day I saw you. I even know that you love Ajay. But he is not a good guy". Shraddha was burning with rage and she continued, "Stop it Krishna! You don't have the rights to speak about Ajay! He is my Ajay forever. Now get the hell out of here and go away! Wait, don't try to woo me!"

After 4 years, Krishna saw Shraddha on the 3rd floor of the mall in the same white salwar he saw on the last day. He entered the lift and told "3rd floor". When the lift's door opened, he saw Shraddha waiting for the same. He went near her and called out her name. She turned around and almost tripped on hearing her name uttered by some guy. Before Krishna could speak up Shraddha's sight was blocked by her own tears. They both went to a coffee shop on the same floor. It was Krishna who spoke first. "So Shraddha! How is life? By the way, where is Ajay?". She looked at him questioningly and said, "I don't know anything about that bloody @#$%^&! You were right that day! I shouldn't have listened to him.. But you know? I loved him so much and it was the love that shrouded me and prevented me from hearing out to you, even to the love you expressed on the last day."

She narrated the entire incident that happened after the last day. "We both loved each other so much! Like crazy people do, we went out for long drives, Continuous chatting and movies.. It was till Ajay's dad introduced him to Maya, the only daughter of an Industrialist. From that day, the time he spent with me is less than what he spent with Maya. Many of my friends told about these things. But I believed him completely till the day I saw him with Maya. That too...that too when they both were k....". Shraddha wiped her tears with the tissue Krishna offered. By then, she regained her composure and continued, "I went near Ajay and slapped him right there before Maya's eyes and came back! Later, that evening Ajay came to my house. At first I thought he came to pacify me. But he came there to invite me for his engagement with Maya. He also told the love he had on me was a time pass."

Krishna consoled her and asked about her life. She replied about the job she is doing. When he asked about her marriage or any proposals, Shraddha didn't answer. But She didn't fail to notice the spark in his eyes! She herself gave an explanation to the spark, 'May be the love he has on me or the inquisitiveness to know about the other guy?'. She plainly said, "There is no space for any other guy in my life again!". Krishna understood her stress and assured her that he will be his best friend forever! Shraddha thought, "What if I had met Krishna before Ajay" and wiped her tears. They left the coffee shop, each having different thoughts and so many What If's clouding their mind.

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"What if the producer didn't accept this script? What if I didn't get SRK and Kat's dates?", Sighed the new director who reviewed his script for the umpteenth time.

P.S : This is completely my take on the topic. Comments having abusive language will NOT be accepted.

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A letter

I don’t know whether I can stop thinking about you. In fact I don’t think I want to...

He sat down in a coffee shop and began writing a note to her.

There have been times in my life I have sulked for meeting some people, sometimes I was happy. But I felt blessed, happy, puzzled, excited the day I met you. Some have stayed on for a while and some left in a hurry. But you’re the one whom I love (d) with all my heart and I don’t think I have ever felt this way before. I have wanted to tell all this to you for a while now, but never really got along doing it. Enough is enough. Today, I just want you to know how I feel about you.

After taking a deep drag from his cigarette he thought for a while and continued writing.

I wouldn’t say it was love at first sight. Because my feeling towards you had already started even before I met you. I saw myself smiling when I read a text from you; I pictured the glint in your eyes when you laughed while talking to me on the phone. The way you wrote to me in your mails, I could sense your presence next to me and the words flowing effortlessly. I thought the feeling was mutual, may be I imagined something? But I don't care, I liked you. That's enough for me as of now. Meeting you was the only thing left.

He tried taking another puff, but the cigarette had gone off by then. He lit it again and chucked the matchstick aside. Looking at the smoke, he smiled to himself and exhaled the smoke. He looked at the rings the smoke made. He thought for a second, 'Is this smoke trying to teach me something? Yeah, it indicates, life is a full circle, but smoke? My life is hazy..'. His eyes were moist.

What's all this that am going through now? If I have to put words to this feeling that am experiencing, it would have to be ‘Pain, a pain with some peace’, a pain which I don't regret for experiencing. I feel happy every time I think about you and it’s even more painful when you are not here with me. I want to tell you that you make me really happy. I want to see that smile on your face forever. I know I can make you smile. But do you think the same?

'Would she even read this? Would she understand all this, all my feelings?' Those were his thoughts while penning this for her. He stopped writing. He read the lines again and again slowly. He read it out loud. He paused and stopped in places where he wanted her to stop. He closed his eyes and saw her. A smile escaped his lips. She still had this spell on him. That's why he called her An Angel.

I remember the time when we sat in my house and spoke. About life, about your school days, chocolates, crushes, mom, dad, drinks, pubs, parties, the things which we want to do in our life, our goals, our plans. I remember the passion - passion to achieve in your eyes when you told me the things you wanted to do in life. It all seems like yesterday that you were with me. And now when I think about it, I feel that it has been a while since I saw you or heard from you.

He was feeling emotional now. His hands were trembling. The third cup of coffee that he had ordered was now cold and almost over. The packet of cigarettes that was on the table next to him was almost over and ash tray was full. He closed his eyes again and was thinking about what to write next. He thought and slipped back to the past, He saw her standing in those salwars before him. Looking as beautiful as ever. Tringgg... Tringgg his mobile rang continuously. He shook his head and came back to the real world. He switched off the phone and settled down for writing.

I want you to know that I will always be there for you, yeah honey, forever. And I want you to be happy in life. I want you to go out there and achieve everything that you always wanted to. I want you to know that everything that I have ever told you I meant with all my heart. I want you to…I want you. I love you so much sweetheart, my Angel.

Without his knowledge his love for her, a drop of tear escaped from his eyes and signed the letter. He took one long look at the letter and sighed. He folded the letter and scribbled 49 on the back of the cover. 'One more and I will hit a half century'. The thought made him give a weak smile.

He placed the cover in a bag. There were a bunch of covers in that bag. He placed this one next to number 48. He finished the last cup of coffee, paid the bill and left the shop. On the way he took a long puff and smiled at the swirls it produced.

With Love,

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A New Life - 1

This is a story I wrote many days back. I have divided the story into two parts. The first part is published here and after 2 days the concluding part will be published. This CAN'T be considered as a complete fictional work. I have mixed up series of events that happened in many lives I have seen and wrote this story. This may not be your story. But this is certainly the story that can happen to the girl next door. Ahh, I gave in lots of information about the story I guess. So friends, off to the story..

The sun filtered in through the cream curtains. She had been awake for sometime but had stayed in bed looking at the balcony through the little opening between the curtains. She finally got out of the bed. The clock read 8. Breakfast had been made but Krish was nowhere to be seen. She picked up the newspaper and poured herself a cup of coffee. Krish came inside the room after a bath. He hugged her and gave a small peck on her cheek and said, "I have made breakfast and now I am going to get ready for office.” She smiled and told, "Am really lucky Krish. Chal, get ready and I will get your boxes ready".

Minutes later she was at the door seeing him off. “Hey my dear Husband, come back early. We have an appointment today. Don’t forget”. He got his keys and shouted, “Haan Haan dear I will come early though I wonder if you will be ready.” The lift he was waiting for reached their floor and the doors opened. She waved at her hubby. The lift door closed and she went back in.

Mrs. Tara Krish read the small sign on her door. She worked as an interior designer for a private firm. She went in to see that they were already 7 messages from her boss. She put down her jute hand-bag and went to meet him. She came back in some minutes from his room, muttering under her breath and gritting her teeth. Quite a usual ritual. Riya, Tara's best buddy came in and Tara started her monologue. “What does he think of himself Riya? Work late. Come early. Blah Blah!!”. Riya smiled.

Lunch meant meals with Riya and gossip about nothing and everything. And of course, a cup of piping hot coffee. That afternoon she told Riya that she had the doctor’s appointment. Riya said, "Thank God, finally you are going. I have been saying this for a long time and it dawned now for you. Anyways its ok Tara". That day after lunch she had a meeting and so her session with Riya was cut short. She just had two minutes for her everyday routine afternoon-lunch call from Krish.

It was Five in the evening. Krish was at their apartment ready and waiting. Tina’s meeting had extended slightly and the traffic also seemed to have decided to keep them from their doctor’s appointment. The phone rang and Krish picked it. It was Tara. She said, "I am coming directly to the clinic. You start from home. Don't forget to lock the doors properly. Come soon, OK! I am feeling a little worried.” He said he’d be there.

As she sat in the waiting room her hand flipped through a magazine. Her eyes kept traveling back and forth between the watch in her hand and the clock on the wall. Her watch was ten minutes fast. She looked at the baby pictures that adorned the walls and smiled. Hopefully. Krish and she had been married for three and a half years. They had planned to start a family after one year or something. But things never seemed right until now. And now she was at THE gynecologist’s clinic in the city. It was supposed to be her first meeting with the doctor. A check-up.

That night, after the check up, they had dinner outside at their favourite restaurant. Then they had ice-cream before they went home. The check up issue was forgotten.

Two days later, at about six in the evening Tara's cell rang. She was attending her second yoga class of that week. It was the clinic. The voice said her results had come in. She asked when she could come and collect it. The voice said that the doctor wanted to talk to her about the results and that she could arrange for an appointment at 1pm the next day. Tara's heart skipped a beat. Her mind screamed, 'Don’t tell me I can’t have a baby'. But her voice spoke," Is something wrong?” The lady on the other end said that it should be nothing and asked weather tomorrow was convenient for her. She said, "Yes."

The next day after a few minutes of convincing her boss, Tara went and met Riya. She asked Riya to come along with her to the doctor’s. Tara was very worried which was evident by the nervous look she gave Riya. As the taxi rushed past another traffic signal, she said, "Ree, I haven’t told Krish about this". Riya said, "Tara, you are worrying over nothing. The doctor just wants to meet you. Maybe she wants you to take supplements or something. It can even be a plan that she wants to devise for your pregnancy.". At this solace Tara smiled slightly but her brain and its overactive imagination cells were working very hard indeed. They were calculating all the permutations and combinations about the doc's visit.

They had to wait for about five minutes. And then they had to wait another five minutes inside the doctor’s office as she answered some personal call in the next room. The doctor, a woman of late fifties came in apologizing to both Tara and Riya. They smiled. As the doctor looked at Riya questioningly, Tara said, " Doctor, She’s my friend and I asked her to accompany me". The doctor asked, "And your husband?". She lied that he was busy with a client meeting. The doctor said " I would have liked it if Krish is here with you". Tara smiled and replied in a definite tone, "This arrangement is perfect"

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With Love,

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Poem - My first Attempt

I was speaking with one of my well wisher few days back in Facebook. She told me that I am deviating a lot these days from my usual styles of writing. Even I felt that and wanted to try something different. Believe me guys, it took me one full day 2 think what to write, one hour to select a theme and 5 hours to write and modify it as a poem. So please bear with me and read this pathetic attempt.

THE MAN AND HIS WIFE

The man shall leave his father's house
And cleave unto his wife
Loving her with the greatest love
Laying down his own life
He shall nourish her and cherish her
And she shall give him reverence
Both submitted in the fear of God
Rendering due benevolence
They shall not be two, but shall be one
In body, soul and spirit
Defrauding not and keeping faith
Let none interfere with it
For the man's desire shall be for her
His wife shall be by his side
And he shall live for her all their days
As Nature does with the pride.

I really wonder what made me write this!!

With Love,

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55 Fiction - #21

Hey buddies, hi! So how is the week going on.. Here is my 21st fiction! Understand what is 55Fiction!? 55 Fiction is a form of micro fiction that refers to the works of fiction limited to a maximum of fifty-five words.Most 55 Fiction works are dramatized so as to get the effect in limited time. So here goes my 55Fiction

MY FIRST LOVE

She knew age was catching up on her. She no longer possessed the beauty and liveliness that once won his heart. Every passing day increased her insecurities. How could he forget all the time they spent together? And then, the day arrived. He traded her in for cutie, the much younger impact-Black color Pulsar.

P.S:How is the suspense element in this Fiction?

With Love,

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This is more than a Story..

This is purely a Fiction. Any resemblance of incidents or characters occuring in this story is purely co-incidental.

Guy's, this would've happened in our life at some point. This is just a post, that kindles all your emotions.

Time and time again, I forgave you. I've forgiven you for things that I swore to myself I'd never forgive someone for... and here you are, still hurting me, and I still forgave you..

"Ever noticed that the people who hurt you the most are the ones you tend to love more", she said as I finished my cup of coffee. Nandini was heartbroken and was madly in love with a boy she met in her college. She was badly hurt because the guy ditched her! She was hurt and demanded answers for some of the very obvious questions of life. She wanted to know why we all fall for someone. Isn’t it unfair on part of the God to first make us fall for someone and then teach us how to forget him? Tell me how can I forget him now? She asked me.

I sat there in front of her carrying a heart that has experienced love and loss more than anyone else I thought. Memories of my past just flashed in front of me and I couldn't help but revisit those memories just to tell her how love sometimes teaches you the best lessons you wouldn't learn otherwise. Sometimes - no matter how long, or how much you love someone, they will never love you back and somehow you have to learn to be okay with that. I began my story to pacify her.

I met this guy Rakshit in my school back in my 8^th class. He was one of my closest friends in school. We were in the same class till 12 when I moved out to pursue engineering at some other place and he continued his medical studies there itself. By the time I was in 12^th, we had spent enough time to know each other very well. We did some projects together in school that brought us more close to each other. I was sure that I had some very intense feelings for him but those never translated into words because I was not ready for it. I was a child back then, didn't know what love actually means. What I knew was that, there was a guy who makes me happy all the time, there was a guy whose happiness meant more to me than my own, there was a guy who impressed me beyond limits with his charm and intellect!

The time had come for us to part as the schools finished.
"I would like to thank you, for showing me a part of myself that I have never seen. Yeah we were young and dumb, but it still was fun and I guess these things just tend to fall apart and I hope you feel the same" was my message to him as we bid farewell to each other promising to be in touch forever!

I took my friendship for granted. I never confessed my love for him for I wasn’t sure. I thought it might be temporary like the one we term infatuation. I was sure I will move on. It was my confidence in my ability to find happiness in new days, new places and in people that desisted me from proposing to him that time and later, I knew I was wrong.

Life after school wasn't much easy. It was a new place, new people. As time passed, I realized I was missing him. There was vacuum in my life and something inside me wanted to talk to him, see him. I was frustrated because I couldn't tell if it was real. Mad because I didn't know how he felt. Upset because we couldn't make it right. Sad because I needed him. Aggravated because he wouldn't understand my feelings. Disappointed because we couldn't be together, but still I thought I loved him more than ever. A year had passed by then. I contacted him at times but mostly we were busy in our own separate worlds.

One day, almost a year later I picked up my phone and called him up
"Happy Birthday Rakshit" I said.
"Thanks Sreya, How are you?" he replied back. Formal questions followed the conversation and I sensed some change in his attitude towards me. I didn’t know what it was. I avoided reaching to any conclusion all by myself.

From someone I came to know that he knew I had feelings for him and he was upset and "angry", because I betrayed his trust(?) and friendship(!). I enquired this from our common friends but no one could tell me the reality.

I thought I might lose him if I ever tell him about myself now. Gradually, we both started settling in our own lives. I tried calling him a few times but every time he answered only my questions and the conversation was no more than a formality. I wanted him to at least tell me why was he angry? He could have cleared any misunderstanding with me because I was his friend first. But he never did that. Instead he started avoiding me. He tried avoiding me to such an extent that he wouldn’t even come for the annual reunions during Diwali just because I used to come there.

He never tried to contact me and it was me who tried to contact him. Years passed in this fashion. We had absolutely no direct contact. Sometime you just have to hold your head up high, blink away the tears and say good-bye. One day I decided to forget him and move on in my new life after finishing college. I spent my college life finding answers to some of the questions that life throws at us. I tried getting close to other people in my college but I was never able to come out of his thoughts. Some temporary phases of forgetting him, I diverted my mind in music, dance. But then again he used to resurface, his thoughts, his charm, everything in fact. In the process of finding my true self, I lost many relations including the love of a few very close friends just because I couldn’t love them back. After all, every relation expects love in return.

I think one cannot learn to forget, but hangs on the past: how far or fast he runs, that chain runs with him. My situation was also similar. Whatever I tried, I couldn't stop thinking about him. With passing time, the thoughts started changing and I got used to it.

Some 6 months later, I went home for a vacation. As usual, I was supposed to meet my friends during Diwali.

"Hi Sreya, Listen Rakshit is here too, He wants to meet you personally. Can you meet him tomorrow?" said one of our common friend ( his best friend) on phone. He told me that Rakshit wanted to meet me and he wanted both of us to be friends again (??!!?!). I didn't know what to reply .I could not find any answer and I agreed meeting him.

Next day I had to meet him.

The whole night I thought about my life - PAST, PRESENT & THE FUTURE. Someone had become a part of my life in those forgone years. 6 years was a long time. It took him 6 years to understand the basic fundamentals of friendship and love. So what if in the beginning he came to know I loved him, he would have told me if he didn’t have such thoughts on me, I would have accepted it gladly. We were close friends first and feelings developed later! He thought, we could still be friends.

I had achieved success in every field with the blessings of my parents and loved ones and in every happy phase of my life, my parents and friends stood by me. If I look back today, whenever I was sad, it was because of him. If I ever cried , it was because of him. I could find him in all the past moments of my life whenever I was in sorrow. Did he deserve another chance?? Or did he even deserve meeting me ever again? I asked this question to myself knowing that a part of me desperately wanted to meet him. But I knew, I had a clear answer.

The next day, I met every other friend of mine except him. Before leaving my hometown, I sent him a letter through my friend. The letter said

Rakshit,

You know I was not completely over you. You used to cross my mind several times a day, but with each one of those times, a feeling of contempt also used to pass through my heart. This happened enough, my heart became completely hardened to you, and I got to the point where you don't affect me anymore. Almost everything in life is easier to get out of, except when in love.

Getting out of love isn't that difficult too, if only you realize that the one who hurts you can never be the one who deserves you. I have learnt lessons in life over the years. There were reasons we met, reasons for the good times and reasons for the bad times, and most importantly a reason to end. We have more to learn, more to experience and more loving to do in this lifetime may be not together. I hope it teaches you some lesson!

Goodbye!

Sreya

And this time, Goodbye was forever! I never thought about him again the way I used to before this day.

I knew Love has taught me a lesson for life! Life moves on and you overcome challenges of love, attraction and obsession. I love my past. I love my present. I'm not ashamed of what I've had, and I'm not sad because I have it no longer. However mean your life is, meet it and live it: do not shun it and call it hard names.. Do not trouble yourself much to get new things or friends. Things do not change, we change. Friends don't change , situations change. If you are destined to get someone, you will get him/her and if you are not , you won’t ,even if you try. So leave it to God! Time is like a river. You cannot touch the same water twice, Because the flow that has passed will never pass again. So never waste time for people who are not worth it!

If I had my life to live over again, I will not change it because the life so far has taught me some of the best lessons of life, love and loss!

As I finished my story, I looked at Nandini. She was wearing a heavy smile on her face. "Mom, I love you", saying this she hugged me and I knew my daughter got all her answers!

At one point of time, we all would've had a heartbreak/grief. But when we start learning the bitter truth of life, we will really start loving the life. In this process, sometime we may sit near a window with a hot cup of tea, watch the drizzles of rain hitting your face, think of all those incidents which happened in our past. That will make you understand, though your past changed your course, it would've given you the best. Love your life and live it.

P.S : Hey how is this? Liked it eh?!

With Love,

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Love

Friends, I Wrote this post when i was completely off my mind. So if you find any factual errors, excuse me!

What is love?

Since a very long time ago, people have searched for the meaning of love. But even the great philosophers, with their profound definitions, could not fully touch its true essence. In a survey of 4-8 year olds, kids share their views on love. But what do little kids know about love? Read on and be surprised that despite their young and innocent minds, kids already have a simple but deep grasp of that four-letter word. They define love in a cute manner. They define them with the relationships and friends they have seen. Though they appear childish, you will understand the essence of love. Here are some nice lines i liked the most.

When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That's love.

When someone loves you, the way she says your name is different. You know that your name is safe in her mouth.

Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your french fries without making them give you any of theirs.

Love is when someone hurts you. And you get so mad but you don't yell at him because you know it would hurt his feelings.

Love is what makes you smile when you're tired.

Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK.

Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen.

If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate.

When you tell someone something bad about yourself and you're scared she won't love you anymore. But then you get surprised because not only does she still love you, she loves you even more.

There are 2 kinds of love. Our love. God's love. But God makes both kinds of them.

Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday.

During my piano recital, I was on a stage and scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was the only one doing that. I wasn't scared anymore.

Love is-if you hold hands and sit beside each other in the cafeteria. That means you're in love. Otherwise, you can sit across from each other and be okay.

My mommy loves me more than anybody. You don't see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night.

Love is when mommy gives daddy the best piece of chicken.

Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day.

When you're born and see your mommy for the first time.

Love goes on even when you stop breathing and you pick up where you left off when you reach heaven.

I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones.

You know the two lines which i like the most? They are:

Don't feel so bad if you don't have a boyfriend. There's lots of stuff you can do without one.

If you want somebody to love you, then just be yourself.

Love is magnificent
Each day as amazing as the last
Love is a road
Never ending, leading toward your heart
Love is life
Constantly changing, but always beautiful....

When we discuss so many good things about love, we must also consider the fact of many break-up's. Life after break-up's is not easy. It hurts a lot. To be more precise, Love hurts..

Why does Love hurt so much?

Love hurts so much because we allow it to hurt. It's human nature. Getting hurt is a part of life. Its how you handle the hurt or how you allow it to affect you. When two people are in a relationship there are good times and bad times being in a relationship is a great feeling.
Knowing that you have a person that loves you is such a wonderful thing. But sometimes people put to much faith in other people and then when that person doesn't live up to the other persons expectations then there are a huge amount of disappointment and hurt. Why do we allow other people to control our emotions?
A broken heart really is one of the worst feelings in the world. When you find out somebody that you love,somebody that you gave such a huge part of yourself to betrayed you, is indescribable. You feel this pain in the middle of your chest and it literally just aches. It hurts oh so bad! And then the tears and crying set in. opinion you do need to allow yourself to grieve. You need to accept everything that has happened and then you just need to look inside yourself to find the courage and strength needed to move on. This is so much easier said than done. It is a part of life. One thing we have to learn is when one door closes three more usually open.
Everything happens for a reason.You must be strong and simply commit to yourself. All these are something which everyone can experience at any part of life. Its not just the

Love hurts, love scars
Love wounds, and mars any heart
Not tough or strong enough
To take a lot of pain, take a lot of pain
Love is like a cloud, holds a lot of rain
Love hurts......ooh, ooh love hurts

You never have to be lonely. There's always somebody to love, even if it's just a squirrel or a kitten. You can break love, but it won't die.

With Love,

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P.S : These are some quotes/collections i had in my diary which i once copied from some web-site. These poems are so close to my heart! Love them. These are poems by anonymous.

55 Fiction - #12

Here is my next 55 Fiction.

Those who are new to this concept, understand what is 55Fiction!? 55 Fiction is a form of micro fiction that refers to the works of fiction limited to a maximum of fifty-five words.Most 55 Fiction works are dramatized so as to get the effect in limited time.

THE VITAL DECISION

Saif dumped her. She told herself, "He is loving someone else. How dare he do that?". Tears kissed her cheeks and her taste buds smacked it. She took Venom to her lips. Her mind and heart conflicted each other. She heeded her mind, wiped those tears and uttered, "I will live to see him regret"

Hope you liked this one.. I was completely out of my mood while penning this down. So I don't know whether I could live upto all your expectations. If I don't, am sorry!

Please do comment on this 55 fiction attempt!

With Love,

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Everlasting Love

DISCLAIMER : The characters and the plot used here are completely fictional. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited

I was initiated by the 'Lost Love Specialist' Benny, to give a break for my 55 Fictions and write a long Fiction. So I attempted writing this story.

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I was sitting on the sand and watching the waves hitting the shore. "It has been 4 long years now", I thought "A lot of things have happened in my life ". The waves were bringing back my old memories. I still remember how I met a guy with the name Rohit in this place. I usually hit the beach on weekends to forget loneliness after my friends got scattered all over India after school. Since then I could not find a circle of friends as I had in School. I usually see him sitting alone on the sands and viewing the waves. There is a saying, "Birds of same feather flock together ". I had never accepted this saying until I saw him.

Days went on.. Soon my eyes started to search for him every time I came to the beach. Slowly I felt some peculiar chemical reactions within me. The following weekend I didn't to go to the beach as all my friends had planned for a reunion. Even though I was with my friends I could sense something was not at its place. Does it have to do anything with him? I questioned myself but my heart failed to answer my questions. Next weekend when I went to the beach my eyes didn't search for him instead I was just admiring the beautiful waves. Waving its hands for me and wishing a great weekend, Until I heard a voice, "Seems you didn't turn up last weekend?", I just turned and noticed that, it was Rohit saying that. Those were the first words he spoke to me. I never knew I was noticed by him all these days. Words failed to come out of my mouth. "By The Way I am Rohit ", were the next few words which brought me back to my senses. "Hi I am Shwetha. Glad to meet you!". I greeted him with a smile. "Mind If I sit here ", he asked me tentatively, action spoke before words did and even before I could say no my head nodded in opposite way and gave permission for him. He sat there beside me and we spoke. I experienced Einstein's theory of relativity on that day. Hours flew just like seconds. He said that his native is Bengaluru and came to Chennai on a transfer. He told that he was staying with his parents in a house near to the beach.

Time went on and the more we spent time together, friendship grew more between us. We exchanged numbers. Weekend meetings start to become weekdays night phone chatting. Slowly my feeling towards him started to change, I never felt so attracted to a guy before. He was changing my life which was full of loneliness to a more enjoyable and fun filled one. He was working in a MNC, so he was free in the evenings most of the time. He started calling me after his office hours and we spoke for hours and hours. It was only in the weekends that we met each other and spoke in person; otherwise it was only over the phone.

After some days I couldn't speak with Rohit because of my semester exams. During my exam times, I never used my mobile and after my exams got over I checked my mobile it had some 50 odd messages from Rohit. The moment I saw it, I knew he would be very angry on me for not turning up this weekend. I called him a few times and there was no answer from him. I just messaged him about my inability to contact him because of my semesters and was waiting for his reply. That day my eyes failed to see dreams and my heart sensed fear of losing a friend, my bed which was of roses since the day I started to speak to Rohit, became thorns to me.

The next weekend, fate had different plans for me. I made it to the beach and was sitting there for about an hour, thinking about whether he would turn up or not. After waiting for another 30 odd minutes, I decided to leave and started walking towards my scooter. I saw him in front of me, I went to him and said "Hi am Sorry Rohit, I could not turn up last weekend. Had my exams, I guess you can understand", his silence gave me a signal that he was still angry with me! He just went past me and sat on the sand. I had no other option, so I followed his foot steps and sat next to him.

"Okay Rohit, I know ...you are angry on me. I am sorry for not informing you, I guess you can understand in what situation I was in."

His answer was silence. " If he doesn't like to speak to you, then don't disturb him", my mind gave me orders.

"Ok, Rohit I think your silence mean to me that I have to leave now! I don't want to disturb you, am leaving Ro"

I got up with a heavy heart. I took my first step and he broke his silence and said, "Please don't go"

He was depressed. I understood that from his voice. I went near him and sat . I saw the waves, I saw his face and saw those cold eyes and felt he is low-spirited. I went near him and asked, "Rohit, What happened? you seem dull! Did I say something wrong?". He relaxed himself by stretching his arms, and started speaking, "No you didn't tell anything wrong, I couldn't be there without talking to you, Shwetha. You have become so close to me, that I feel you are a part of me."

The moment he finished, a question arose in my mind "Rohit loving me? Isn't it?". I saw those piercing eyes of him and couldn't arrive at a conclusion. "Are you in love with me Rohit?", I asked him directly by looking into those eyes. He looked away from me and told "I don't know Shwe, but I have never missed anyone like I have missed you in this time". Words failed to come out from both of us. We returned home questioning ourselves , "Are we in love?"

The night was long and my eyes failed to draw curtains. Suddenly I saw my mobile blaring . It was him. I controlled all my emotions and picked up the call with my trembling hands.

"Hey Hi, Tell me Rohit"

There was silence, I could hear his hard breaths.

"Hello, anyone there?"

"Sorry to disturb you Shwetha. Thought you would be sleeping!"

"That's fine, Had some work. Going to hit my sack! Any problem Rohit!?"

"No, not at all.. just thought of speaking to you!"

"Oh ok, tell me.."

"Shwetha, Can I ask you a question? "

"Go on Ro"

"What would be your decision if I say 'I am in love with you'?"

I was caught on the thoughts. "Does he really meant what he said? I know I am not that attractive but he has those killer looks"

"Shwe, You there?"

"Yeah, Yeah.. I am very well here"

"Did I ask anything wrong?"

"Nope"

I came to my senses and told him my decision. "I too love you Ro!". The next moment, I only heard sounds of joy and cry; I felt his happiness in that cry, I felt his love for me that day. The days that followed were pleasant and the most unforgettable days in my life. Everything around me looked beautiful. I was experiencing the phrase "When love is in your heart, everything around you will appear beautiful than ever". We shared happiness, sorrows, and had little fights which made the bonding between us stronger.

Suddenly one day Rohit approached me in my college and asked me to accompany him. I told my friends to give proxy for me and went out of the college. He parked his bike outside a magnificent house. I asked, "Hey Ro, what you are upto?". He placed his finger in my mouth and asked me to keep mum till entering the house. On entering the house, the biggest shock of my life was waiting for me. Rohit's mom was standing in the porch and smiling at me. I saw Rohit smiling at me and he introduced me to his mom. Both our parents accepted our love and we planned our marriage after Rohit's Onsite project. We were the happiest couple living on this planet.

The life clock's pendulum doesn't wish me to be in the happier side always. The day came when Rohit has to leave the country to go to France on a 45 day trip. We reached the airport and sensing the need of privacy our parents left us alone. He looked deeply into my eyes and said, "I Love you" and kissed me. When the announcement came he waved goodbye to all of us, but his eyes were trailing me. 45 days went just like that and he called me from France and asked me to come to airport to receive him. We were waiting in the airport, when the announcement came, "We are deeply regretting to say that, the Flight which is due to arrive from France,crashed Mid-air and all the passengers are reported dead. A navy squad is employed there for searching the dead bodies. Our deepest condolences to the kith and kin". I felt the world around me shatter, my heart became heavy. At that moment I wished the ground beneath me to devour me. There was nothing I could do, all things were over. Tears ran down my cheeks and I was shaking uncontrollably.

'Rohit left me and reached God's abode. How he left me alone?'. I walked in the sands with the memories of Rohit; I sat and started to view the waves... for the first time in my life after meeting Rohit everything around me looked gloomier. I felt the waves were calling me towards them. My legs started walking towards the waves without my intention. I heard someone calling "Shwetha, Come here!!". My eyes started to search who was the person?

"Come here, Don't play with the sand". It was some kid's (whose name is same as mine) Mom. But my mom's face flashed before me the instant I saw the kid's mother. I took a decision. I prepared myself to face the facts of my life. I called my Mom and cried for all that had happened. She consoled me. I told her about my decision. At first she never accepted to my decision. I switched off the phone and walked towards my scooter with new thoughts in my mind.

"Mom, See what I have made for you." were the words which brought me back to the present .....

"Yeah, Dear!" ..

"A sand castle for you ma!!"

"Oh that's lovely dear" I said with a smile, looking at my child.

"Come here, Rohit, Let us stand here..."

He came running towards me. I lifted him and kissed him on the forehead.

Rohit, my adopted child. I have started to live my life for him in these 3 years. I took his hand, walked with him and made the waves touch his feet. He was smiling at me.

"Come on Dear, Let's go home!! Grandma will be waiting for us".

I held his hand and we started to walk over the sands. I turned back to watch my footsteps and felt, 'My first love was Rohit, My last love will be Rohit too'. I walked towards my car holding my last love's hand.

Love may not always exist in people who get a chance to live together…
But… it always exists in people who are no longer together…

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Do comment on my First attempt.

With Love,

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