Journey

Fear of death comes with responsibilities we possess. The situation we face is not in our control or they are? Nothing is super natural in oneself or may be yet unknown to us. The topic chosen here is a evidence that the writer hardly have fear of it, when there is no distinguishing factor in your life and death at that particular moment you come to emphasis at your pure soul. What else you can write when you have sipped gin and studied chapters of tax the whole day. Well!! I am Pretty sure this would be one the best thing that you are reading as it is in its purest form. There, she was, smiling and looking at sky, and suddenly her grandma comes to her. "He is there and taking care of you" with all mercy, her grandma spoke. "Who?" She was looking at her grandma. "Grandfather.." silence continued.. Often you miss the beauty of that auspicious event whenever you reply to any conversation. I personally as a sign of respect always be quiet when some IM...

The unspoken story Just like the colours of the rainbow, I have variety of friends in my so called 19 years of life. Somehow you realise it with time that who are your social networking buddies, who are your every time insulting champs, to whom you can call at night, to whom you can tell that you are having five crushes, the movies watching friends, and a friend who is your driver or never calls you but meet you every Saturday and so on. These people becames routine to us, they subsequently need us and so do we.  5th of September, the oldest friend of yours, called you at 12pm and ( forget about request ) ordered you to meet at sharp 2 pm. Obviously it had to be late meeting time because category she belonged was most laziest and non punctual friends, I have known her from fourth or fifth standard, never seen her crying till date as she was so thick skinned girl who hardly had emotion like sorrow, grudge or ego. That day she was on time, she was waiting for me,a bit scary i...

Her love and his hero (2) I get up in the morning and as soon as I see my face in mirror i run towards maa's bedroom. It's like eight hours and you haven't seen your mom's face. Entering her room is another Feeling that can't be described in words. And do nothing just you sit there, as if you are having most calm environment in that moment. Finally I gaze outside the window from there, a family after long exotic travel had arrived back to home, a man her wife and their son of six or seven. There are certain things in life which happens to you and are not at all related to you but still makes you smile, that small family, did the same. Man was lifting the bags, I don't know why males loves their wife so much that they are ready to even hang the female handbag of their love once, might be he was gentleman.  Mam was leading and the kid half way followed her in the parking, and then looked back, his father making efforts for not only himself but trying to pu...