Sky is dark, starless
It resembles my moody mind
Thoughts do somersault
It resembles a naughty kid
Empty bottle rolls around,
It resembles my vacant heart
Snippets of your’s picture, strewn across.
It resembles my reminiscence of you
The moment you left me behind,
I am just being some resemblances…!

Mirror!! you cheater!!

Mirror!! you cheater!!

“You see yourselves 6 times more attractive in the mirror than you really are”

I came across this tweet just now. Not only it caught me off guard, but kind of let me down also. You all must have felt the same, no matter how good looking you are. The question I asked myself for zillion times is ;How come girls not even sneaking glances at me, though i am looking darn perfect? . Now Google facts got me the answer through this unpleasant tweet. Those who are being cocky about their looks just before rushing into parties or date, please be aware, you are not the same as you see in the mirror, sad but true. I know some people would act weird when they are alone in front of the mirror, folks it is just ridiculous. so please stop doing it 😛 Better you act all these in front of your good buddy, he/she may not lie to you but mirror does. Wait, did I say “good”buddy 🙂

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Being alive…

It has been a week since his departure. Soya found herself inside her class room. Droning of Math teacher is the last thing Soya needs to pay her attention to.  Everything got back to normalcy now. Days are the same. Things are like how it was before. Days and nights visit without any alteration.  But for Soya, her life has been subverted after his death. He meant a lot to her. His permanent absence is way too painful for her to conceive.

She is sitting in the middle row; her chin is propped up by her palm. She has no more tears to shed now, she has cried out loud… wept in silence… with being witnessed by none. Now her face is stoic, kind of saturated. Sometimes overwhelming sufferings bring us false tranquility. Her mind is more like a frigid flower. Her eyes are dull, and slumped into its sockets. She seems to have lost a lot of weight in the course of one week. She has been consoled and advised to move on but she knows pretty well that, it is quite impossible to do. She finds his smiling face being flashed across his eyes every time she closes her eyes.  

She turns her head and peers at the bench where he used to sit; her eyes have been greeted by the depressing emptiness. She wants to shut herself from all her surroundings… She wants to create a shell around her, into which she finds her fake-comfort, without being disturbed and advised by anyone. She wants to dwell on his memories.


It is last week of June. Monsoon is in full swing. Roads are more like a gathering of puddles. Paddy fields are awash and look like an endless water mass.  Sky is so dark; it seemingly is intimidating the drenched earth. Frogs and snakes play hide and seek. Crickets and toads blare at their full throat. Paper boats sail through the small streams of water appeared in the backyard.

Soya is on her way back home. Normally her friends would accompany her all the way home. But things changed since Soya befriended with her loneliness.  She hates others presence around her.

She stopped suddenly, when she saw that pond. It is raining heavily. Her umbrella is too delicate to with stand the mighty wind. She is drenched completely. She walked up to the stone paved steps which lead to the pond. In spite of the heavy rain she closed her umbrella and sat down on the steps facing the overflowing pond.

“Amir!”  She called out. She gets no response other than the pattering of rain drops.

She called again; her voice is shuddering and trailing off. 

He drowned in the same pond days before… there were no one around to save him… he was all alone… nobody heard his screaming…

With a false hope of Amir reciprocating her call, she screamed again.  

“I know you are making fun at me by hiding under water, please Amir!  Stop this nonsense and come up” She grumbled like an insane girl. Now she is in the midway to the center of the pond. Water is just above her waist, as she moves forward, it is like pond is swallowing her slowly. She is in search of her Amir.

She feels like she is losing her conscious mind, she can clearly view those sweet moments she had with Amir. A roll of those moments is being uncurled before her. She knows she is going to the world where Amir has headed for…

She trembles her body, trying frantically to have some breath; she spanks the water… all she could see is Amir standing on the steps and smiling at her. He is stretching his hand; with hope of she would fill his embrace.  She swims back to the steps. He is nowhere to find. 

She noticed a drenched piece of paper, tucked under her bag. It was not there before. She takes it and reads.

“Soya, this is not the right way to reach me…

Take your breath, let your heart beat… and I would live in each breath and each heart beat of yours!”



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