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No More a Kid..

Damnn yet another gadget launched this week and yet again i will dream to have it in my hands. Branded Shoes , Nice clothes , Nice places to dine at are things which surely are part of our lifestyle nowadays. Thats why i say Yes i am Materialistic. I still clearly remember i was not like this when i was kid. I always loved cricket more than most of the things on the planet. As a kid i didn't needed anything else than a nice cricket bat to play with and news that SRT yet again scored a century. I still remember i had millions of tantrums in regards to food when i was a kid, but if it was a good day at cricket pitch for me then anything sufficed , even i could have "Tinda" that day. For people who don't know what a Tinda is then you surely are one of the luckiest people on the planet, to introduce Tinda it is the worst Vegetable Mankind has ever seen. Well coming back to the stream, I still remember i used to wear clothes that my parents bought for me , and i...

I Knew..

She just Said " U have such cute fingers", I knew she wanted to hold my hand... She just stared at me, i knew that like me she also couldn't believe that all this was true.. She Just ruffled my hairs, i knew she wanted to say that you are all mine.. She Just smiled without a reason, i knew she was thinking of me.. She Just blinked , i knew she wanted to say that she loved me.. She just pinched me , i knew that she knew that i know everything that is unsaid between us.. P.S : I have a habit of biting my nails since i am a child, then how can i have cute fingers, Seems she uses cute instead of Weird :)

Whatever you are

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From ages i have a strange habit of collecting things which i feel might make me smile and feel nostalgic when i see them in my journey of life ahead. Here i am sitting in my room at my hometown, my eyes doesn't have a hint of sleep, i just pulled my bag from my almirah and went through things in that, i still have chocolate wrappers with dates on them , old greeting cards with me. Somehow i like to write dates on anything i preserve.Reading old dates fascinates me. Going through all this stuff, i had a small card in my hand it was something which my sister had given to me when we both were in school and that card had few beautiful lines written on it , here they go: If you cannot be a pine on the top of the hill, Be a Shrub in the valley  But be the best little shrub on the side of the hill. If you cannot be a highway, Then just be a Trail But lead somebody home. If you cannot be the sun , Be a little star But shine. It is not by the Size tha...

The Home Makers..Avengers at Home

Often when we talk about women we often classify them into two groups One who work and the others who don't work which we often call as a House Wife. But i often think over it, Does working only means getting up in the morning at a certain time and then commuting towards the office and then working for somebody else. Doesn't getting up in the morning and then having the whole tiring and painful household chores to do throughout the day count as work? In my firm opinion there is no work harder then managing a home perfectly. To be true i too didn't had this know how of the hectic work that the house wives have to do at home. But being out of my home since last 8 years has made me feel the pinch of the same. It really feels hell when you have to do anything even for yourself. Sometimes you prefer being hungry rather than standing in the kitchen and doing an hour full of exercise of preparing a meal. The Hunger feels worth it. This made me realize that my mom ha...

The clouds of despair and the bright shining sun of Hope...

Being an Optimistic is the biggest thing a human can achieve. Amidst a perfect day we can always think positive, but being optimistic during the darkest of the days is what really matters. Anything can happen anytime. Each one us must have witnessed sunshine while it is raining and really it is one of the most scenic thing one can ever witness. Hope in one's life should be like the same sunshine which fights against the rain but still seems beautiful. Hope is the thing which motivates to move on and carry on regardless of what one is suffering from, even it is rightly believed that when a person is suffering then hope is the thing which helps him overcome, all the medicines and counseling are always the secondary thing. Also speaking about the other aspect "Despair", it is also has a very formidable impact on a person. But you cannot get over unless u have a pinch of Hope left in you. Despair is just like a wet patch which goes away only when sun ...

Those 13 days of hope ,R.I.P Bravo

She was just 23, she came to the capital with dreams in her mind, she wanted to learn wanted to be something for her family for herself. But fate has something else for her.She was raped and brutally assaulted in the city the capital city of the nation , where all the traffic is stopped when a single politician passes by. In the same city ad mist the same people the same police she was raped in a moving bus and that too in the most prominent areas of the city. Reading about whatever she had gone through really made me shiver. Once i read that somehow she managed to scribble something on a paper and " I want to live " was what she wrote. We cannot imagine how painful would it be lying in a bed knowing that you might die, that you may no longer see you family , no longer hear your loved ones talk , no longer hear them calling you , no longer work to make your dreams come true . She went through all this. I would like to merely relate ...

The Beautiful Mystery...

Her teeth were shining just like some beautiful white stones..The most enigmatic smiles i had ever seen. From where she was standing i could see that she had a dimple on her right cheek. Ad mist her talks she did took a notice of me, a smile in reply was there.her eyes were really talking, apart from the smile she had the most expressive eyes i had ever seen. She kept on talking , smiling , chirping just like a tiny bird. Everything appeared to be so beautiful and calm because of her. I tried to see if she had dimple on her left cheek too. From where i was standing it appeared she hadn't. The distance between of mere 6 stations appeared to be Quite long. At last she moved to get down , stood next to the door, And as she was about to get down she turned and just smiled back and i could only stay numb and the only thing i could remember was "She had a dimple on her left cheek too."