My thoughts

To him, with love… He held her hand when she was at a nadir; he chose to stay with her through her trying times. She gladly let him lead her. Albeit magical but many were cynical. There were many detractors who thought their love would fade away, but he stood firm. She still wonders what drew him towards her as she was an average girl with so many flaws. Now we know why the phrase ‘Love is Blind’ despite, you being in the best frame of mind. He proposed her to walk down the aisle; without batting an eyelid she accepted. People around her were apprehensive, but her faith and trust on him didn’t dissuade her from taking that leap. She said ‘damn to the naysayers’ and jumped in his arms. A gamble or one may call it a risk; she was ready to take it. This was all so surreal; however, this was meant to be real. All this wouldn’t be possible if it was not for him. His broad shoulders were ready to take on her past, her present and her future.

  Encounter A large French window was overlooking toward a towering monument which still was under construction. What an irony, the glistening beams of the sunlight, no more kiss my cheeks. The tranquility of my home had vanished. The cacophony created mayhem in my ear drums every single day. Luckily, the view of other rooms overlooks a beautiful lake and a park, where one could witness people of all ages. A gazebo stands in the middle of the park, a young man in his early twenties with his folded knees; sat inside the gazebo chanting Ommm……The sight intoxicated me; compelling me to change my attire and move out of the grim atmosphere to embrace the beauty of the outside world. The lush green grass tickling my feet; made me giggle like a little girl. Birds chirping in harmony; singing the good morning song. I moved towards the broad swing, knowing it would withstand my weight, but alas! Thud, I felt a numbness on my bottom. What was I thinking, I went red in my face. An ...

If I were ‘You’ If I were You, my world would be beautiful, If I were You, I would have plentiful. These thoughts do come in our mind once in a while, Feelings such as these are futile. Behind that happy face we don’t know what’s hidden, Being sorrowful and grief- stricken has been forbidden. From my little window, your life looks like an amazing ride, Don’t know behind those closed doors, how many times you have cried. I am glad I’m I; my life is an open book – a little salty and a lot sweet, I am glad I’m I, for my life is a treat which makes me complete.

Reunion Today I came home ecstatic. I met a boy who was as old as me or maybe a year younger.   He was the best human being I’d come across; he was my friend Ralph. Ralph, who was a mason’s son, lived in a small shanty near my school. Owing to which I will have to keep our friendship under wrap as this will not go down well with my parents considering that we belonged to the crème da la crème society. Ralph lived with his parents and little sister, his thirst for knowledge and the madness for life was what drew me towards him. I was always surrounded with not so real people, people who had all the riches, yet whined for more. Every evening, I used to spend my play time with Ralph; we both shared with each other a piece of our lives. Our friendship grew thicker as days passed, and so did our love for each other. The stars hid behind the dark clouds; the wind howled as the rain battered the window. Meanwhile, I entered my house to avoid volley of questions which would be thr...

Surgical Strike, Surgical Strike everywhere I hear these words A moment of glory, a moment of pride, before that many have cried. Everybody is lip syncing the war cry, a sudden surge of patriotism I’m not sure how long this will last; I have my own skepticism. Rumours are floating that India is going to wage a war, Meanwhile, at home front, the battle has already begun You cannot visit malls, No going to crowded places. India is on high alert, let’s order from Swiggy, All these thoughts are keeping us busy. Whereas, our brave hearts have bigger things to worry They have to be saluted for all the glories. Thank you for keeping us safe, thank you to the families of our soldiers There’s so much loss, pain, fear on their shoulders. Finally, there’s joy, celebration in the nation It’s for time to welcome and say ‘ Congratulation’ Surgical Strike, Surgical Strike….I don’t want it, we don’t want it,

The Number Three In number three you find yourself in a crowd while three also gives you solace. I have been a part of number three; I did find comfort and felt secured. However, there’s always a subtle fight for the center position. There’s always a way to be in the middle, ‘Hey, I’m tall let me stand in the middle.’ While the other one pounces to say, ‘I’m short; let me be in the center.’ Hilarious it may sound, but believe me this occurs in every number Three. Never is there a moment of silence, boredom is alien, for God only knows who is listening and how many are talking. Amazingly a constant chatter; however, it doesn’t matter to the Number Three. Nevertheless, if they hear others babble, they shall take their case to another level. Suddenly, they transform themselves to be all righteous and say, ‘How can they be so loud, how uncouth, we’re extremely blessed we aren’t brought up this way.’ The partners in crime in unison nod their head; while one agrees and the other may n...

The day I was born The day I was born, my heart beat stopped beating, The day I was born, my hands and limbs froze. She looked at me with moist eyes, Was it a look of regret or was it a look of despise? For I was wrong in what I had thought, She was a fighter who never gave up on me. Held me tight on her bosom to never let me go, Her cry, her laughter all came in a flow. How could I be a pig-head? No, not so soon I want to be dead. I chuckled and I kicked her hard, due to which my immunity was scarred. From the day I was born, from the time I was gone She’s lost her sleep; she’s lost her life, But never has she lost her hope, but never has she lost her faith. From the day I was born, from the time I was gone I am sorry for all the troubles, I am sorry to put you in grief, I went before time, but my soul is at rest. Mother, you don’t regret, for you did your best.