Why I am living?
My parents scold me, my so called best friends mock at me, whenever I face any kind of failure in life, but I can’t blame them, they are not wrong and I never reply them back. Sincerely putting all my efforts to my dreams and patiently waiting for the day when I’ll be finally able to reply them back through my actions. Apart from all them I have few people who encourageme all the time.
My life was once endangered; I quit sleeping, and gave up eating etc. I thought of leaving life rather than living it because I couldn’t help being a failure whenever I looked at the mirror. At last now I love living life because now I firmly believe that ‘for being successful one should know how to bea failure’ I know I could be successful by the grace of almighty!
P.S. – I’m living for parents, best friends, haters and foremost dreams!
She was fond of his voice, like she could never stop talking over phone. He was having the same tendencies but wanted her to balance everything. She once when started talking, never stopped, she could just go on and on and talk about every other thing but not stop to end the call. She would not cut the call even when he was not speaking. She embraced his silence too if he went asleep on the phone call. She adored his voice and used to keep her cell charged every now and then. Like his voice was a sweet food to her ears. She could go on listening to him once he started, she would request him to sing songs for her and he did even though having a pathetic voice, just for her happiness and smile. He could not see her frown, silent and not full of Life. He could do anything for her, to make her happy even when she was happy; he wanted her to be happier and him to be the reason. Their togetherness was one reason the telecom companies would possibly give up as well 😉 For them being in touch was the most important part of their relationship. Communication was the base and heart sharing was like oxygen for them. One day of silence and they couldn’t feel good. Now they wish to be with each other and listen to each other physically as well and live their life beautifully. God Bless them. Amen.
I wrote that for you
He loves her as much as he did the first day he saw her at the workplace. Those glittering brown eyes and beautiful curve smile on her face made him forget all the worldly associations. Every summer spent with her, every sunrise, every sunset, reminded him of every good day he ever had. When she spoke, it used to be like someone slowly plucking the string of guitar, a sad beautiful song starting to play on its own. And he loved her. He loved her like he could never grab enough of her between his fingers. The only mistake of his life he made was to not being able to express his love. Those long waits at the bus stop for the angel to appear kind of made him mesmerized into some beautiful unsung love song with her appearance. He used to be so lost in her at times that it seemed to him like the clock had stopped ticking but the time passed by.
Today, he regrets the mistake of not being able to express his emotions to the person who meant the world to him, and at times still stops at the Bus Stop in a hope to get a glimpse of her.
I’ll die without your love.
There was pin drop silence in the car. Meghna was driving Anoop to the Airport for his flight. Anoop was a pilot with Air Express and was flying from Bombay to Ahmadabad. They had been together for 5 long years but now things had started to become a little shaky. Anoop was shy and soft spoken at times while Meghna was bold and at times discourteous. He loved her for every difference they had, with her around he always had something new to learn. Meanwhile, Meghna had just met a tall, handsome & equally bold Vishal. She had fallen for him & wanted to be with him knowing Anoop will propose marriage soon.
Anoop had sensed some turmoil within Meghna so at the airport he kissed her, whispered “I love you” and walked away. On the way back to the car she found a note in her pocket that said “I’ll die without your love” She felt guilty & tried calling him to set things straight. But his mobile was switched off, so she left him a voice mail hinting that their relation was all but over now. The message never reached Anoop, because Air Express Flight 113 crashed and no one survived, not even love.
The distant sounds or cries as some might profoundly call fell beautifully on his eardrums… He tried deciphering some rhythm out of it, his favorite past-time, one of the things that he always loved. Nodding his head, he felt that rick again. It was something; he had for days, weeks, months together… The reasons for it were un-fathomable though or consider that he was too cautious getting it checked. Just then, he thought of spraying some palm-full of water to freshen up a bit and so began on his course to a pond nearby…
The pond, he named it, “Majestica”, the sheer fact of its mesmerizing quality made him do that. Reaching there, keeping his cell phone aside, pulled his trouser up so that he stays dry…Finally, when he bent to have a handful of water, he was terrified, his insides were hollowed, feeling as if someone is sucking the very air out of his lungs, heart, body everything… he felt like puking… “There, he saw a long haired girl sitting on his shoulders, his best friend, Maggi, who died some months ago…”
He never knew that she was in a long distance relationship with a guy she met on Facebook, neither did he ever ask nor did she tell but they kept on chatting with each other and finally exchanged numbers. He kept on fallingfor her with every interaction they had on Facebook and with the texting and WatsApp he started inclining towards her. One fine day he decided totell her that he likes her and is in Love with her and the same day even she wanted to tell him something which she had never told him, yes abouther long distance relationship.
And she told him but he never told her. He really loved her and always wanted her to be Happy so he didn’t tell about his feelings. Since then he haven’t replied for “Hey Wassup??” the text he received from her.
She kept staring at moon like she was waiting for an answer. She could hear the faint voices of her parents talking “Her life is totally destroyed. What will she do now?” it was her father. “I think we should send her somewhere else where no one knows her” said her mother in a disappointed tone. Now she clenched closely to her own body she couldn’t stop her tears anymore. “After all it’s all her mistake why did she trust that guy so much? It’s only her fault!” She could feel that obvious anger. “Yes it’s all my mistake. I’ve been raped the boy I trusted. But he only wanted pleasure. The pleasure he got from my body. And for that he seeded that trust in me and Now here I am all alone Hiding from society and he’s roaming out there freely…. Proudly! It’s only MY MISTAKE” No one was there to hear her except the moon!
Dried roses, dry hopes…
He looked at the sky, coughing out loud. No signs of rains yet, as dry as his cough. He was a frail image of his yester years; hollowed face, wrinkled skin, deathly eyes. A victim of lung cancer. She was all of 18, with long straight tresses, high cheek bones and a firm body. A woman of desire.
She sat inside the broken hut and fed her three month old baby, from her tender breast. Her face wore a prayer. Rather a plea to god to let the monsoon begin. Monsoon meant the roses would bloom, which would then be sold to treat her husband. To treat the father to her son. To treat her life.
She had wanted to see him for so long and finally after good 5 months she got her chance. Distance relationship had been too harsh for her, always, since the very beginning…it’s been 6 years but she was struggling through it all because she knew he was too…she loved him too much. She had her bags packed, for they were to go for a weekend trip together. Not just that, also she really needed to talk to him about marriage, her parents had wanted to get her married, they had their own issues and she couldn’t help…while she also knew it was difficult for him, for he still was shaping his career… She had tried convincing her parents to wait and they were aware about her relationship. They were okay with waiting for few years if that’s what she wanted only at one condition, if his parents could give them a consent too and fix it unofficially at least now…it had been a long fight for her with her parents too but she was ready to do anything to be with him.
She was lost in her own thoughts… just when the phone rang. It was him. Before she could say anything he said “Its over…i can’t do this anymore, this relationship, the struggle, the distance…”…she replied begging him to see her once to which he refused saying he doesn’t want to give her any false hopes, any further and before she could say anything he had hung up.
She tried calling him, crying and begging and pleading him…convincing him to stay and fight with her, at least see her once…but he had given up, left her in the mid of the ocean. There she still is, hoping to be rescued someday…wounded and broken…for she didn’t even get the closure she deserved.
Here she was, at the crossroads, where she knew that whichever way she chooses, she would be sealing her fate with tears. She had to make a decision. All her life she had people around her who made decisions for her. That had obviously made her an indecisive person. And now she was all alone.
She had to decide. She had to decide not only her fate but the fate of the people who meant the world to her and yet she was all alone. It was not an easy choice. It was an impossible decision. An impossibility which she never wanted to live but will be living through now.
She had made her decision. She couldn’t really leave them. She would be there for them all her life. She will live for them. She chose time over love.
She embraced a lifetime of lonliness…