Tell-a-Tale.....

I was stuck, stuck for more than a year. It seemed like eons. Writing was one of those things that came to me naturally. Just like breathing. I adored this habit of mine. But it was different now. I struggled, battled with myself every day to come up with just one paragraph. It was as if my brain was unable to decipher the code of words. It was impossible, like a distant dream for me at that moment. And I knew the reason, reason for this catastrophe, this disaster, this block. I started quite early, on my 10 th  birthday my mother had presented me with a beautiful diary with other usual knick-knacks of presents. I was very fascinated with this atypical thing amidst all my wrapped goodies for my special day. Asking her with a zealous tone I was told that it was a book which would be my friend. No questions asked or no doubting games. Too young to grasp the essence of it, I kept it just as a token of love from my mother showing it off to my friends or occasionally doodling in it...

Sun seemed to be having an awfully bad temper today. So was to be the mood of hers. She woke up with a searing headache. The sunny summers were hopefully not going to do any good to her. She wanted it to be dark, cloudy, and rainy even but not all the light! She woke up sweaty and thirsty. Thankfully it was a weekend. She would have hated it even more if she had to drag herself to the office at 9.30 in the morning. Sitting upright on her bed and massaging her forehead she first checked her cell phone. Five missed calls and two texts. Someone must have been trying hard to reach her. She first checked the calls. All were from her friends. Next opening her inbox she found another one from her gal-pal asking her if she had woken up and was she suffering from any hangover from last night. That reminded her of all the wine and weeping yesterday night with her friend. And so the reason of this pain. There was another message, from somebody she used to know. But she left it unread like ever...

It was almost seven years now. Everyone must have been changed since that day. I remember it was raining. Raining cats and dogs. The dark morose clouds were hiding all the light behind its large shoulders. Even the mighty sun had to bow down to these clouds. I opened my eyes slowly to see behind the curtains at the weather and in to that memory. ....We, we were unstoppable! Treading down the muddy roads, sharing that only umbrella among the 6 of us. Giggling and passing by some people who were trying hard to shield themselves from the shower. It had always been like this. Never caring about anything or anyone, just being with one another in any situation. The mini screams we were making made the people look back at us from their speeding cars. The ruckus even alarmed the traffic police and he whistled at us to stop distracting the crowd. But how could we halt. It was the last day we were meeting after all. Life was going to change after this last time .... Life had actually chan...

woh mude hue panne meri diary ke woh kuch adhkhule, adhpadhe khat meri daraz mein woh phate hue kaagaz meri uss kitaab ke woh sookhe hue phool meri mez par mujhe bas unki yaad dilata hai... woh mera kuch bikhra hua kaajal woh bikhre hue se baal woh soona soona sa kamra sunsaan sa woh mera makaan mujhe bas unki yaad dilata hai... kal raat phir unki yaadon ne aa jakda tha kal raat hi main chup chup ke kuch royi thi kal raat hi unse do chaar baatein karke kal raat bas do hi ghadi main soyi thi... "main paas hi toh hoon tumhare" yeh baat unone kahi thi "bas kuch hi din aur" yeh dilaasa bhi toh diya tha. isi wajah se aaj tak intazaar karti hoon main warna toh kab ka dum tod diya tha...

It's always a joy to meet the loved ones after a long time... Specially if it's the one you love the most. Kirti was undeniably and indefinably happy. Naman was coming to meet her today. She was unable to concentrate in office. The work that otherwise she loved to do, today she was finding it as a burden to her. No offences, she loved the people around her..the ambiance..her desk...her work, she loved everything. But today was different, today her heart was fluttering. it was a day when she will be seeing him after a year. the distance between both of them was painful yes, but it was a thing that could not be helped. their career was important and tough this was definitely frustrating at times, she believed it made their love stronger. Kirti was in constant contact with Naman through calls and messages, she was super excited! every half-an-hour she would go to the restroom and check herself, looking at the mirror and thinking of how to look proper in front of him. For Kirti ,...

It was a warm sunny day of December when my flight touched down the runway of that international airport. My heart flipped and fluttered at the feel of landing. There was very little time and so many things to do. The stay of two days at the city was indeed going to b a long one. i wanted the days to come to an end soon, so that I can start my journey towards my aim ASAP. My actual destination was about 3 hours away from the current city I was staying put at and I had some sweet lil dreams in my kitty which I had set out to fulfill on my own. So, at last the day had come, and with the start of my journey again I was lost in the thoughts.......... " hey I miss you! why can't we be together? I hate this distance!" " can't help dear, it is meant to be like this. maybe there is something good in store for us in future." " but when is this time gonna come?" " soon sweety, soon. AMEN" PERIOD Yes, that "soon" ...

" I trust you. " aren't these too strong words for both the people who says it and to whom it is being said? A new life itself starts with a trust between the spouses. and its a wonderful journey of only "trust" that keeps the mother and the baby going forward. at the end of 9 months, its the doctor, upon whom that women submits all of her trust that that person would help her welcome a new life....and a beautiful one. It is being said by many: " a trust once broken cannot be mended back. it is like a cracked china, a knot in a rope." sounds cliche, doesn't it? i would give you some new ones..... " its like being left in middle of an ocean with your hands and feet tied. like being locked in a room with no air to breath". you are actually helpless then. It is very easy to build up a trust, but, it is as hard as a rock to build back the trust that is broken once. we always know that its hard, but we still make the...