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From The Park....................To The Heart!!!!

This is the story of an innocent girl who was a wonderful singer too and a boy who was a football player. This boy loved photography and whenever he gets free time after his football practice sessions he used to find time for his passion.He was doing his final year mechanical engineering and was the star striker of the college football team.Their team has been tagged 'the best';winning many inter-college titles. On one fine evening he went to a park near to his college.He saw many children playing around here and there,he focused his camera to them.Suddenly a girl caught his camera's eye.He was bewitched by her alluring beauty.He clicked her picture;tons of pictures he has clicked till then but when he took her picture,not his camera lens but his heart captured that captivating moment.And the beautiful image of that girl was imprinted on his mind.He watched her for sometime.Four other girls accompanied her,may be her friends;he thought.He couldn't take hi
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  The day I came here, deep down I had a fear. To teach; I had the thirst; then I met them, 'my first'. With their looks, this thirty eight, scared me at the first sight. Ragging or what? way too smart! Then over and over, getting closer and closer. With all the laughter in the dew, the vibrant souls I ever knew. They laughed, they cried; and they danced with pride. Some serious gang fights, and sleepless nights, patch ups in the foggy lights, were the happiest sights. All the wrongs were righted, at the end they stand united. Silent conversations, breakups and separations, can't get sorted for a toffee but definitely with 'that coffee'. They cried aloud, and stood proud; their voices, shrill and loud, heard above the crowd. Stamped their identity, as a living entity. Bizarre zeal, others will find, the legacy left behind. Until we meet again, to walk in the rain; or soon in next December, gone winter days ,to remember.

The Void!

An old empty chair, walls whispered,'not fair'; cascading emotions, can't avoid leaving behind a void. The shrieking voice, we miss, but no choice. Like the rising whirlwinds emanating thoughts in minds. When the days were darker, life couldn't get harder, amidst the fog and the mist, we're glad you did exist. You were a guiding light, who said, it's all right. Betwixt every fight, you held it tight. You tried your best everytime Protecting us anytime. Sometimes the angry father, at times the godfather. Countless roles you've played, like a rock and never swayed. More tiff's we've had, some clashes gone bad. Those days we never cared; But we weren't prepared, and couldn't believe that you would leave. It ain't the same again, We had you then, all our concerns, we've shared, Now all alone and scared. We never bothered your presence, But the unintended silence of your absence, couldn't keep the ba

Teaching- The divine blessing!

  I always believe that a teacher should not support their students when they do something wrong. I don't think a good teacher will ever do that. Instead point out their mistakes and correct them or else we are spoiling them. Nowadays I have seen and experienced teachers who just wish to get popular among students. All they want is to get the tag the "favourite teacher". And for this they are ready to do "anything" for the students. I fear, is this "anything", good or bad for the students?  There are 'n' number of ways for being a "good teacher". A "good teacher" can also be a favourite teacher, but a "favourite teacher" will not always be a good teacher. I believe a good teacher is a mentor, communicator and someone who will guide students properly and not always be the "saviour" when they are wrong. If you are supporting students without making them understand their faults; I should say nothing worse y

The Escape

  A few days ago, I happened to know from a friend of mine that her friend is no more. When I asked her about the same,she said that her friend had anxiety issues and she was going through divorce process. But the last time they spoke she told they got back together and she had put up a picture. My friend was so sad that she couldn't check on her amidst her busy life. We will never know  what a person with depression might be going through. If we could once in a while have a conversation with our close ones, that will definitely help them out. Let's be there for each other when they need the most rather than regretting for the rest of our lives. Every life matters.   Darkness covers up like a cape, All I wish is to escape, The reality of life, piercing like a knife; To talk, or a walk; To shatter the silence; this emotional violence. Inside the cage, in pain and rage; all the days & nights, dealing with the inner fights. Confronting with countless doubts, about


You've given EVERYTHING! Yes! I mean everything.  Still I'm heartbroken. I know I'm selfish! But still I'm sad. You've done everything  That anyone can do, Still I'm not over this. Yes I know, I'm selfish. I remember the day  I saw you on T.V, for the very first time, from then every time,  You were on crease My heart skipped a beat! I remember all the SIXES I remember all the helicopter shots, I remember the way you smiled and how you took back a stump after every winning matches. I remember your insane wicket keeping skills, India was safe in your magical hands. I remember all the winning captain's speech you've made. I remember you taking all the blames for losing a match. I remember the number of haters you had, and how much I fought with them. Yes you've given everything, Still I can't control my tears, Yes I'm selfish. My childhood days had you in them, and teenage days were not different and even in my late 20's it's the sa


 A story is an echo of your soul and mind beyond your control; Every place has a story to tell, each part portrayed so well. Lend an ear to listen, and your eyes will glisten; When a story is played, differently it get conveyed. It's all about perspective, but in a way relative. Story is a creation, made with emotion; A space emanates memories, different ways, different stories, Stories of past, present and future; Everything imprinted in a picture.

The "MOTHER" You Forgot!

I've a story to tell, listen, it's yours as well. I'm the mother of many, but in real there weren't any. The mother of all generations, despite religion & discriminations. Them, so much I loved, yet they remained, unmoved. About me they never cared, I was all alone and scared. Still I never complained, my love never vaned. All I know is to give, what they needed to survive; I gave them every single thing, food, water, shelter; everything; gifted them beauty, art, sanity for I loved them beyond infinity. But they wanted more, exploited me to the core. And took everything from me, taken for granted when it's free. I gave them my heart, but all they knew was to hurt. With plastics they filled my lungs, more painful, as they are my sons! I tried in vain to breathe, choking underneath. Rising smoke burnt my skin, and they broke my bones within. Pierced my hands and feet, with axe and saw and repeat; Digged deep into my heart tearing my flesh apart. Wounds that never

To fly!

I want to fly, up in the sky; But I have no wings, and I've attached strings. I want to fly, up in the sky; where the bird sings, the autumn leaf swings, then floating in forest springs, the countless beautiful things, the joy, this insight brings, to which my soul clings. But I haven't got wings, In pain, my heart sings; I want to fly; up in the sky, to feel the cool breeze, to know the secrets of murmuring trees; to fly over the crystal blue seas, But I've no wings for all these. I want to fly, up in the sky, to see the one in need, for I'll fly down & feed. To know the fake & real to the world I'll reveal. But I haven't got wings , And have no magic rings. If I could fly, up in the sky I'll reach high, above the stars in the sky. I would rather try, But I've no wings to fly. I want to fly, up in the sky; to sail in the space and explore every place. I'd fly day & night like a wandering kite, with

Let's not CHANGE!

The  poem " Let's not change", is something that came to my mind during the days of lockdown where I have tried to potray the positive side of those days. I know it's a very difficult phase of life that we are going through, but  this too shall pass. Let's try to find the brighter side of this and move on and that's the whole idea of "Let's not change". Let's not change for the good!!! I'm a daughter. who does not care. I'm someone's wife, in the busy stream of life. And I'm a mother more than any other. But I never had time; my life was like a mime. I cooked the breakfast, ran to the office fast. My child was still asleep, I had no promises to keep. My husband is always busy, who says with money life's easy. Together we stay, but a million miles away. We didn't talk; or take an evening walk. My kid wanted me to play, I would say, the next day. Filled with tears, she ran away, But not

A Toast To My Best Friend❤️

To my best friend, I don't know what to say about you. Right now I'm at loss for words to express what you are for me. You are my friend.No! You are my best friend.No! You are my sister. No! You are my soulmate. No! You are my bestest soul sister-friend!! Yes! You are nothing but everything to me. Do you remember someone asked us long before ' how long we've known each other'? Wait. Back in 2011 on the day of our B-Tech admission, we met for the first time. In fact I met you! I've noticed you while standing in the long queue waiting for our turn for certificate verification or something. I don't know why! May be you were so pleasant and bubbly as always and had your signature smile; in between thousands of tensed faces. To my surprise, even my parents noticed you but that's coz you and my cousin sister (Cynthiachi) look alike. Then my fate or what 😝 we were in same class. After our first day in college, at hostel during the attenda