Silhouette of life! :)

Ridhima was dead. Saniya had overheard some doctors discuss over how should they break this news to her. She was not able to move any part of her bruised body below her neck. Was the accident so bad ? The grief was too big to acknowledge. She knew she will be alone for the rest of her life. Was it only a few weeks ago when I broke the news to them ? Everything came flooding back to her. She remembered that day. *** It was the day. It was finally the day. It was the day Saniya was going to remember for the rest of her life. She had put on her blue pullover because somebody had once told her shades of blue represent peace and calm. 'No, I should probably change into my safe pair of denims' Saniya thought. A brawl over her short skirt was the last thing Saniya wanted to happen that day. Her panic was rising with each passing microsecond. She could almost taste bile in her throat. She picked up her phone and called Ridhima for the 50t...

Marathi, which is the official language of my state, Maharashtra became a part of my school syllabus as the 2nd language in 4th. Around 7th standard, we had this chapter which basically said that you educate a man, he can earn his livelihood and provide for his family but when you educate a woman, she educates the whole family. In Biology or just plain Science, haven't we learnt one thing which, if everybody knew, could just help shut ignorant idiots up? The mother always supplies an 'X' chromosome. The father supplies either the 'X' or the 'Y' chromosome. It is not his choice or at will :/  The sperm cell (male) determines the sex of the child.  If it contains an 'X' chromosome, the zygote will be 'XX' = female. If it contains a 'Y' chromosome,  the zygote will be 'XY' = male. So many serials, real life stories, we hear about the women being insulted and abused and called names because they have given...

How fast they grow up, not a second to waste, not a second to breathe. Those tiny palms, now filled with henna, those tousled hair, now puffed up with accessories, those muddy toes, now modestly polished. Life passes us by in a jiffy. Halt for a moment today, and caress the scent of their innocence.

"Language has created the word 'loneliness' to express the pain of being alone and the word 'solitude' to express the glory of it."                                                                              -Paul Tillich What makes solitude so delightful and loneliness so damnable? Both words signify the state of being alone but it is often difficult to pinpoint exactly where one ends and the other begins. Aaah, solitude! Paeans have been dedicated to it! Picture yourself in a boat, in the midst of the river, with lush green trees and clear blue sky.. Sitting by the window sill, watching the clouds drift by, while a steaming cup of hot chocolate lays abandoned. Enjoying the drizzle outside with a tattered, much-loved Dan Brown book. Very little, rivals the serenity ...

This is the thing about thoughts. You can't control them, even when your whole being rests upon them. Modesty flies out of the cage as soon as you think about doing something nice for the people you love. In order to realize that your worries aren't even the tiniest fraction of their sorrow, your mind needs to learn that they have suffered more. In a way, you seek joy in their sorrow. Tittle tattle, life works that way. A pure mind is a myth because every saint sins.  

I was walking down a street one evening when a sudden tiny hand grabbed my finger. Astonished and taken a back I turned around to see a girl of about 8. A beautiful child by the face. Very elegant who could brighten up the world with her smile. As my eyes moved down her appearance, I saw an old, faded, pink frock that engulfed her delicate stature and my eyes caught the hole it had near the shoulder and remains of stitches on her sleeves. I glanced further down to see her feet one of which had the privilege of a rubber slipper while the other loathed in mud. She dropped my finger and looked up at me with the eyes that caught me off guard. The pedestrians walking along side who were watching us, gave me a look of disgust and confusion as to why I was wasting my time looking into the eyes of an ordinary, dirty child by the road. They, I assume, saw the filth around the girl, the dirty toy that she held, the freckles of dust that were visible in the entangled knots of her hair. I cou...

She looked out of the window and felt the sunlight. The warmth entwined with the cool breeze that is witnessed on an early summer morning. She shut her eyes and tried to absorb the heat in every pore of her skin. Lost in her world of much needed peace, she did not notice when a few fingers pointed towards her from outside the window. She opened her eyes when a few giggles and whispers abruptly stopped her search for peace. She quickly pulled out a scarf and tied it around her head. Ashamed and embarrassed, she flipped around and walked away wondering which tear would drop first, the one in the left eye or the one that was at the brim of her right eyelash. She sat in the corner of her dark room and thought back about how in just one year, every freckle of happiness was mercilessly erased from her life. The scarf she had tied around her head now slipped down. She pulled it back and tied it again, thinking how she would never forgive her parents for trading her in return for the mo...

Five.. four.. three.. two.. one... zero... 12 am strikes on the clock. "oooohhhoo oooohh one more night " goes my alarm. "tring tring goes my call to you" Its 7th JULY , A very special day to my certain someone (ok, i know i just creeped you sweety) Happpy birthday Rashmi.!! Many more happy returns of the day May god bless you.. yada yada yada So miss awesome Yu are the best and the bloody best person ever according to me In you I found a sister A best friend You complete me I should probably marry you :P Now where was I? Yes You Are a gift i found A gem in the ocean A person like you is just too hard to find What would I do without you in my life? Joyous as a butterfly dance among the flowers Prettier than these flowers Cheerful as the sun I wish the best for you You mean the life to me I wish you abundance A life of music that spins your heart with elat...

That one friend you loved the most, that one friend you shared your most dirty secrets and fantasies with, that one friend who ripped you apart like a heartless butcher, that one friend will always matter the most. I clicked on the'New Post' button as soon as I logged in today thinking I'd just write about it and get it over with. But here I am, staring at the blank screen from the past 3 minutes wondering why do I even want to write about her. She broke me, she made me cry my eyes out, reached heights of misunderstanding me and still, there is that little corner of my heart that wishes her the best of all worlds. She was my best friend for as long as I remember. We were joint-at -the-hip twins. I had more in common with her than I had with myself. People used to call us  couple. because they thought we both can't exist without each other. Well, apparently we can. I've spent the most beautiful years of my teen age with her. Technically, she was my better half....

Time hits you hard in the face when you suddenly realise how much you've been ignoring it. I want to cling. Oh please, I want to cling. Being a 10th grader, moving ahead was a bad dream, Sitting for my last board exam in +2, it became worse,  And the scariest of all nightmares has dawned upon me, Oh, I still so want to cling. can't I ? Just a little ?    Moving ahead, leaving behind trails of memories has never been my cup of Ice-tea I fall in love with concepts as easily and as swiftly as an obese teenager gulps down McVeggies. And sadly I've fallen in love with my college (Run and get some water if that hit hard) :( actually the concept of going to college. And now, all I want is, not to leave college :(  I lost my best friend in the process ) and earned some of the mostest nicest loveliest beings on the surface of earth, with the string '24 CARAT GOLD' needled over their heart.  I have a lot to cheris...