Perfect Christmas Gift!

One day during our Write Tribe chat in FB group, Vidya tossed an idea about publishing an e-book, as part of her 50th Birthday. She wanted a special gift this year, but actually she gave all us the Best gift this year. The crazy tribers in us jumped on the chance and started discussing on it. And at last 36 prolific bloggers, scanned through their entire blog for an favorite post to include in the book. 

Write tribe group is a family that offers fun, pulling legs, motivation, shoulder pats and back kicks! :D And when this crazy people combined together there came out our E-Book! :) And if it wasn't for Vidya who complied the entire book, Corinne and Vaisakh for their brilliant editing this wouldn't have been possible. 

Click here to download The Write Tribe Anthology Book 1. 

It is the compilation of the favorite posts of us 36 bloggers. Hope you would download this and give us your feedback. 

In this Write Tribe Anthology there's poetry, 55 fiction, personal stories, parenting gems, haiku, anecdotes, humor and also novellas from Jairam Mohan, Richa Singh and Sid Balachandran

Do give your feedback! :)

Dreams.

When was a kid, my dreams were about chocolates, dolls or Tom & Jerry. And after some years it went upto Super Mario, tree houses, fairies, secret gangs and mysteries.

As years passed, instead of doll houses I dreamt of high heels and sleek mobiles. And SRK replaced Mario. Cycle turned to scooter and cartoon times upgraded to girly gossip calls.

Now in my twenties also I'm dreaming... about achieving all my professional positions, business and social ventures, travelling around the world, owning a huge library and what not.

But once I met a person, actually quite a few people, who's oldest and only dream was to erase the darkness in and around their eyes and see the world in front of them, atleast once. Their dream was to see the deep blue sky, the dark wood of a tree, tear shaped raindrop or what actually colors look like. Their dream is to see the world, the people, their family, his own face with his own eyes...

... But for that they need someone's help. Someone should hold their hands and take them to their dreams. Can't we do that? Can't we help them to see this world?

Donate your eyes and organs.

Once dead our eyes and organs are not going to be of any use to us. So why not donate them instead of giving them to destroy with our body. Gift them to someone who really deserves it and who's going to take good care of them. 

http://www.onemilliondonors.org

I seriously don't wanna miss been the part of all those robotic and techno nave changes of the future, after my death. So to see the world, experience the future even after our last breath, I pledged to donate my organs. Yeah, I know it's pure selfishness! ;)

How about you people?

If you wish to bring change to a person's life... follow the link below the picture above. 

This was written for Write Tribe Festival of Words from 8th-14th Dec 2013. 

Today's theme is "Dreams".

Ruhi.

" Everyone's a shade of gray, but in some people the dark side is so more dominant than the white. "

She knew in her heart that this was not right. She was brought up as a responsible kid, so her mother had always told her what was happening around the world. So the moment it happened, she knew it was wrong.

Ruhi was a ten year old bubbly smart girl. One and only child of her parents. Their heart and soul. Not only their's, the minute one talks to her, they fell in love with her. She always had a smile and huge talks for everyone. She was a happy child.

Ruhi's house was a two storey building and the upper portion was rented out. Recently only some youngsters in their twenties, came to live there. They all were from good families and with reputed jobs. Amit was one among them and he was a people's person. Soon he became favourite to Ruhi's parents. And Ruhi also saw a big brother in Amit. And he became her Amit bhai.

One fine morning on a festive day, when the house was beaming with festive mood, aromatic with good food and flowers and Ruhi who was glowing proudly in her new dress was asked by her mom to take 'Payasam' to the above tenants. And Ruhi ran upstairs with the sweet, also to show her new dress to Amit Bhai. When Amit saw little Ruhi, he gave his million dollar smile and called her inside.

The TV was on. And Ruhi was shocked to see what was playing on it. Before she could ask anything, she was squeezed to the wall by her Amit bhai with his body, which was huge on the little one. His lips were on hers and his hands wandered all over her. She could smell cigarettes in his  breath and his tongue tasted like venom. She felt disgusting but couldn't even budge a bit. She wanted to scream, but her mouth were sealed with his. She wanted to push him away, but her hands were held strongly by him. 

The little one cried for her mother .... Hearing that thinking her mother was coming, triggered him to move. And that moment she ran from there. Reaching home, Ruhi locked herself inside the washroom and vigorously splashed water all over. She started scrubbing her lips so hard that she bruised herself. But even then, he couldn't get rid of his taste in her mouth and the wriggling feeling all over herself.

She was lucky enough to get away before the worst happened. And looking at herself in the mirror, she didn't knew that like many million children, she was also abused... but only understood that something very bad had happened with her.

Even before entering into the real world...

Even before getting to know the people around her...

Even before trying to fly out...

Even before blooming into a flower...

Her innocence was destroyed.

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When there's so much of beauty and happiness in this world, a few people like this is more than enough to destroy our trust in mankind. It hurts even to think that it would happen to my daughter/niece/any little girl I know any time, anywhere. And "Amit" would have been my son or anyone dear to me. If such an incident happens to someone else in the world it might makes us sad, angry or creep us out of our skin but, if it happens to our people it might destroy us.

P.S. Don't know if it was way too much to hit "publish"... and it took me some time to post this. Know this is a very common issue nowadays but ever since I heard this from "Ruhi" wanted to write it down here.

This was written for Write Tribe Festival of Words from 8th-14th Dec 2013. 

Today's theme is "People".

Reality...

" In deep inside her there dwells a person with me

There's a wild beauty in his name

Sometimes he engulfs me with his presence, leaving no space for my loneliness

And sometimes he leaves me alone, giving me time to be myself...

But whatever, I could never forget him "

Scribbling down always used to settle her wandering mind. It was like a tonic to her mood swings. But today nothing was working out. She was feeling restless from morning. It's been a year since they parted their way and even now she wish to travel back to time to bring him back from death.

I am taking part in Festival of Words by Write Tribe from 8th-14th December 2013. The theme for the day is "Travel".

Blessed.

She wondered what was going in Mia's head? Even when near she felt faraway in her own world. In that world of hers what's happening? Is it different from ours? Or is it a child's dream land? 

Right from childhood Mia showed interest in music. She would be in a state of bliss when they played any melodies. Her mother thought maybe her child was musically gifted. But little did she know that even when Mia could hear everything around her, she would never able to utter a word and her brain had stopped developing when she was in her womb itself. And that shattered her world. 

But after all these years, the truth got registered in her. And now despite the odds, seeing her child completely immersed in music with a beautiful smile she felt blessed.

               I am taking part in Second Write Tribe Festival of Words 8th-14th December 2013. 

                                                           The theme for the day is Music. 

With Love.

Dear,

I hated you at first when Mom cut down my play time and dumped me wuth you. I picked up you with a frown. But with each turning page I could see the pictures coming live as if it was pure magic.

As years passed, I discovered more of you. Felt as if the words engraved in you were only meant for me and I didn't want to share you with anyone else. It broke my heart when someone ignores you or makes a tear on that glossy face of yours.

You were always there for me. As a kid, when I missed family you took me to another world full of wonderful people and showed their life. When I was sulking away you made me laugh with your jokes. When I was cramping my head for exams, you were my power breaks. And when I had to travel alone you kept by my side whole through the journey engulfing me in your presence and  even saving me from some snarling talks and looks.

There are times I wonder, if it wasn't for you, would I have ever loved my fellow human beings as I do now. Or will there be a tugging of heart when I see a homeless child. Or understand the loneliness of the world. No! You made me read their mind and that made me live their life through your words.

And if it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have been writing this too. You made me fall in love with you and the power of writing. Thanks for changing my world and making it more beautiful. Thanks for taking me around the world even when I'm snuggling in my bed.

A day without touching you, without drowning in your smell and passion is a day lost.

Always in love with you,
Me.

              I am taking part in Second Write Tribe Festival of Words  8th-14th December 2013. 

                                                    The theme for the day is Books. 

Encounter with Tomatoes.

In boarding school you'll be always monitored by someone. Been a Convent School it was nuns for us. We had two in-house matrons but other nuns also used to come down from the convent for minding us for each section like study time, recreation, dinner and all. We were suppose to maintain pin drop silence during dinner time and even a giggle from one could get scoldings to the whole girls and a complaint will be reached to our matrons which will cost our Sunday movie. And wasting food was never an option. If anything is served on your plate you have to eat them all. Crying and whining just makes the situation bad. But we girls will somehow sneak them to the dustbin... (that's another post) :D

I was never fussy about foods. Even the little dislikes I had regarding the veggies was sorted out when I landed in boarding school. But nothing could make me eat tomatoes. I like their flavor but as raw or cooked its "yuck" for me. So even from pizzas or sandwiches you could see me getting that one tiny piece of tomato out.

Now there was a nun who might be in her twenties then, beautiful yet very strict and we nicknamed her "Kaduva" (malayalam) which means "Tiger". Whenever she comes we could say "Kaduva varune odiko"... (Tiger is coming. Run). And this particular day she was in charge. Our food were actually good. We never had much complaints regarding that area. There'll be a veg and a non veg dish everyday. And this day for dinner the veg was tomato curry. I can't eat this thing and can't even dump it of course Kaduva will tear me up and my friend who shares the table with me doesn't like veggies at all. You should have seen my face at that moment.

Anyways I finished my dinner except for the curry and didn't know what to do. With all the courage I went up to the nun and showed my plate. She gave me one look and said,  "Finish off that curry or else you're gonna sit here the whole night". I was back in my table. And was looking down at those slimy veggies who was making my life a hell at the moment. I was a boarder from 5th and this was in my 9th grade. All these years I had a tag of "Girl who never cried" and here I'm on the verge of tears all cos of tomatoes in my senior year.

By now the mess hall was half empty except for the small ones. And the nun decided to come and sit next to me to make sure I don't waste food. I took a spoon of curry along with a glass of water and gulped down. It took me almost 4-5 glasses of water to finish that single tomato curry. And when she saw I was done she gave a smile and gave me permission to leave. How I hated her and tomatoes that day!

Uff! That was my encounter with tomatoes and a tiger. :D

I am taking part in Second Festival of Words by Write Tribe 8th-14th December 2013. The theme for the day is Food. 

Memories ...

Going down the memory lane always brings so much of smiles and tears and remind us how far we have travelled. Prompts always make me blank. And when this prompt was given I wanted to this that  and everything but the only thing that came up in my mind was my childhood memories. So why not have a walk through some initial years of my wonder years...??

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Most pampered child (Three years old)

Dad was working for Spinney's in Sharjah. And every evening mom, sis and me used to go to the nearby church and on the way back we stop at the shop and from there Dad could join us. Now been the child of a senior employee there, I had full privilege to roam around the place without anyone questioning me but instead could lavish all the love and pamperings as little kids of all the "uncles" were back in their respective countries. And the sweetest memory was marching up and down chocolate filled racks as if feeling I'm the Princess of some chocolate Kingdom! No wonder I'm still obsessed with these. 

The sweet child became a wailing child (Six years)

Except for Dad we all shifted back to Kerala and I joined a Convent School which was at walk-able distance from my house. And there was whole gang to accompany me to school everyday as there were so many students and teachers as my neighbours. But I hated going to school. I couldn't accept the concept of spending the entire day in school as I was used to have classes till noon. So every morning religiously I cried wailed loudly from home to school even without bothering that I was walking through the main road. All in a single hope that mom could show sympathy and let me bunk school. But Mom's never do that! Sigh! Like that I became the "crying child" of that residence. 

Wailing child got her first enemy (Nine years) 

Relocated again. This time to Doha. Place, school, friends, home..... everything was new and fine except for..... Hindi! I never had that subject/language to study. But in Indian schools in ME they teach that from KG so by the time you reach your 4th grade you're excepted to be fluent in the language. And here I'm who doesn't even knew the alphabets was given fiction, non fictions and poems to learn. Exam started and when the marks came I was among the toppers till Hindi the Villain came. I gloriously failed. Was given extra coaching but I started hating the subject. My hatred was so strong that I couldn't cope up. The day the year got completed I announced, "I'm going back to India to my old school". Mom got dumbstruck. Relocating again was not even an option. And they were like "If you're going, you should go alone and stay in the boarding" .... but do you think the stubborn Goddess in me could listen. No way! 

How the enemy changed her life (Ten years) 

Joined back to the Convent School. I desperately wanted to kick myself when my Dad actually said goodbye and went off to the airport after settling me in the boarding. 

"What the hell was I thinking? Aren't they my parents? Can't they not let me go?" These were going in my mind and eyes were twinkling with tears. But pride in me could never let my Dad see my tears. But during bedtime every ounce of stubbornness and pride melt off. I cried myself to sleep as it was my first day away from home after my birth. 

And I officially declared Hindi as my enemy that day cos it ended up me in a boarding school when I was so happily growing up with so much of pamperings! 

But I actually enjoyed my years there, despite the initial homesickness. And it's a place I still miss so dearly cos it made me so independent that Mom didn't even allow me to go away from home town for college. ;)

All these were tucked deep down in the memory threshold and even when we miss our past the treasure chamber called memories let us relieve them once again. 

"Memories, even your most precious ones, fade surprisingly quickly. But I don’t go along with that. The memories I value most, I don’t ever see them fading."  —  Kazuo Ishiguro (Never Let Me Go)

I am taking part in Second Write Tribe Festival of Words 8th-14th December 2013. The theme for the day is Memory/Memories. 

Will you...?

Sweetheart, With you I want to ...

Hold hands when it rains...
Love and pillow fight when it shines...
Sleep on your lap like a child during dark hours...

And everyday, want to kiss your forehead, look deep into your eyes and fall in love over and again.

Will you be mine?

Mmmmh.... yeah... but Conditions apply ;)

This is written for the Write Tribe's 55 on Friday prompt *Conditions Apply*

Happiness and Gratitude.

2013!

Only one more month to go for this year to officially bid alvida. And to be frank, this was one hell of a year. There were so many rough patches and downhills along the road. Saw birth, death, love, breakups, marriages and all those usual dramas yet essential moments of life. Made some new relations but some old ones didn't survive. 

And my Blog this was a really good year. I was been introvert in the blogosphere but the April Challenge triggered me to meet some beautiful people. Got lucky enough to be a part of  an awesome tribe whom you could count at any time of the day or night for anything under/over the sun. 

Thank you Dear Blogger Friends. You people made me smile everyday with your words! :)

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This year was not one of the best for me but no complaints. There were times when I wished to turn the clock back and just to wipe of those not-so-good moments of life. But, what's there in a ride without some humps and bumps, Na?

"We only live once. We all have an expiration date after that we will never come again. I am not saying that to make you sad. I am saying that so you can cherish each moment in your life and be grateful that you are here and you are Special”  ― Pablo

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I always try to find happiness in small things around me so that o don't have to wait for something huge to happen to be happy. So I'm grateful to all those happiness.

And for me ...

Courtesy: Happy page

• Opening my eyes to my loved ones
• Early morning "Good morning" wishes in Whatsapp
• A cup of steaming hot coffee/chocolate
• Love for books
• Love for writing
• Getting drenched in the first rain of the season
• Possessiveness of little brother when I ignore him for someone else
• Friends - near n far, online n offline
• Able to work and to get lazy
• My Blog. 
• Scribbling down in my notebook
• Getting a mail informing about a new comment in a post
• Chocolates!!!
• Unexpected hugs
• Knowing someone is missing you right at the moment
• To be the reason for a person's smile
• Able to irritate a person to the core, and still call him a 'friend'
• Amble balance in phone and bank
• Fluffy blankets and pillows to get drown at night
• A long ride - alone to do all those self talking/pitying/singing and with  dear ones to have a galla time
• Been alive to experience this world.

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“Cultivate the habit of being grateful for every good thing that comes to you, and to give thanks continuously. And because all things have contributed to your advancement, you should include all things in your gratitude.”  ― Ralph Waldo Emerson

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So Friends, What are you Grateful for today?

Had I looked back....

Had I looked back I could see a child who brought hope as he came to this

A child who's smile brightened up their world and in whom they saw their tomorrows. They lived and breathe in him and led his life as if it was their's... While trying to bring him up, they forgot that even thou a child, he's also an individual with his own mind and opinions. 

Had I looked back I could see an unhappy soul behind the happy face...

A child ... who wanted to fly out far but who's wings got chained by someone else's dreams.

This is written for Write Tribe's 100 Words on Saturday's prompt... "Had I looked back..." which was given by Nischala who blogs at Verve.

You were always there...

I miss you.

When uprooted myself to a place which provided bread and butter to my family go for the past 20+ years,  I never thought I will have to miss you. At the age of six we became acquaintance and then best friends. When I joined a boarding school, you saved me from homesickness and tucked me safe from all those seniors/old boarders scenario. When they saw me with you, they tagged me as a quite girl for which they regretted very soon. Later on, even when homesickness rolled itself and went under the bed, you helped me to get through all those long boring study hours which were strictly monitored by the Bride's of God who reminded me of jail wardens.

Even when childhood days went far behind, you were beside me saying,  "There's still so much of myself for you to discover". We used to meet at the most sophisticated places, where I saw a very polished and shining version of yours and also among the street vendors where I saw an tired, worn out but yet an experienced side of yours. And till date I don't know which one I prefer cos I loved both.

But now, here where you could see skyscrapers and architectural wonders, where you get the best coffee/chocolates/anything or the original/duplicates of the most modern brands, I couldn't find you.

Oh! Dear Library, you can't even imagine how terribly I miss you. And that's when I was forced to turn to your grandchildren. Even thou they serve the purpose, I miss touching you. Miss getting drowned in your smell and going to sleep hugging you. The excitement of holding a new book, the ecstasy of the smell of old books, the pride of seeing a ever growing pile of books at the favourite corner of my house is something your new generation could never offer. But still I'm grateful that they are here to give me companionship like their ancestors.

Thank you so much for taking me to your world and gifting me yourself when I was kid and still pampering me as if I'm a child. You are the best thing that happened to me.

This post is written for Write Tribe's Wednesday Prompt: The Smell of Old books

To, Mr.Life-of-Mine.

Dear Life,

How you doing? Where are you these days? I can't believe we were so close once and now you doesn't even acknowledge my presence. You have hurt me with this behavior of yours and very disappointed and sad when you just left me alone when I needed someone at my side like never before. 

The way you treat me nowadays makes me question you without any kindness. I haven't seen you but have only felt that powerful presence, so don't know which prototype you comes under. But going to address you as a guy.... cos I can't stand another version of me at the moment, even thou I find myself sweet and adorable most of the time.

So Mr. Life-of-Mine.... What are you doing with my life?? or moreover with yourself?? I know, I have messed it up more than enough, but don't you have the minimum courtesy to warn me or direct me to the right path. No... you were just enjoying the scenery Na?

I'm disappointed. Fully disappointed in you. I always counted you as someone who I could share not only my happiness, deep dark secrets but to turn to when 'm in trouble or in distress. But you were not even bothered about me. Even when I send a look-out notice for you... ignorance was your point..... guess you were having a gala time with Who-Know-Who-beauty.

Mr.Ignorant, don't you care for me and and my happiness? I thought my happiness was your ultimate aim... but it looks like impressing Who-Know-Who-beauty has out powered that. Whatever I don't care. I just don't care what you were doing or what you are gonna do. I wanna meet you ASAP. I need to talk to you and I need to sort my life ourselves. 

So be quick and GET BACK TO WORK before I take back my forgiverance and sack you from job permanently!!! 

Love,

ME.

This post is written for the Write Tribe Letters Unsent Series and this time we had to send a letter to "The person who caused a lot of pain / Someone you wish you could forgive"

A small footstep

Out in the cold moonless night with not even a star to jolt a tiny beam of hope, she stepped on to the highest stone of the building. She saw her life tumbling down as if it were made of cards. She could see her long awaited future closing down on her. Feeling lost and having no clue where to turn for comfort she stood rooted to the ground.

She saw the glam of the city below her. People walking as fast as their legs could take and ignoring the rest of the world. No one stopped to acknowledge others. They were in a hurry to live their life as if it was their last day. Are we all like this? Chasing the future, neglecting the present and forgetting the past? She wondered.

Every thoughts were pondering in her head and making her sick. She wanted to step down. She knew, you can't get away from yourself by moving from one place to another. She was very much aware of that cos that's what she was doing for long. And that's when she finally decided to stop moving and to take the final leap. A journey away from her loved ones and without any painful tomorrows. With all the muffled thoughts and memories she took a small step forward, into the darkness, as if it was her first but was supposed to be her last.

This post is for Hemingway this Wednesday in Write Tribe

I chose the quote  “You can’t get away from yourself by moving from one place to another.”  (The Sun Also Rises)

Light of his life.

When she first saw her mom's wedding ring with her father’s name engraved on it... she wanted that. She was too stubborn that making something similar was the only option. Her father made a ring suitable for her little finger with a "Love Dad" engraving. That was her first jewelry. She proudly wore it everyday and everywhere and beamed whenever she looked at it. 

Niya was her Dad’s girl. And he was her Super Hero. It was a common knowledge even to her mother that he was her favorite parent.

And today was her wedding. He suddenly felt lonely. They lost her mother five years ago. And from then, it was just the father and daughter. They filled each others life. And now with her gone to her new home he felt completely lost. Breaking the thread of his thoughts he heard his phone vibrating.

38 missed calls in 10 minutes! He wondered what was going on. And why he didn't hear it before.

On the next ring he took the call...

"Dad! Where were you? I have been calling you for long."

"Niya?!! What happened? Are you alright? Do you want me to come over?"

"Relax Dad. I'm perfectly alright. I just wanted to tell.... I love you Dad. You are best thing that ever happened in my life. Thank you for been a sweetheart even when I was a Brat. I miss you so dearly.... Please do take care of yourself."

Hearing her words he felt moisture gathering in his eyes and how he wished she'd never grown up.

It's a WOW post! :) Now check out the of the rest WOWs!!!! :) :) :)

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda. We give out creative writing prompts each weekend for Indian Bloggers. This time your entry must contain. '38 missed calls in 10 mins! He/She wondered what was going on.'

Their day of Love.

Beachside, full moon, candle light dinner, champagne, dozens of red roses, loads of chocolates, her romantic hero in a Shah Rukh Khan like tuxedo at her command,  making her feel like a Princess ..... ..... awe... that was supposed to be her dream date. 

But in reality something else happened.

Years before, if she had to describe herself, she would have pointed to Anjali (Kajol) of Kuch kuch hota hai. Tomboy, talkative, adamant, never missed a chance to get into her cosy jeans type, male friends dominated the friend list and remotely expressive.

So when many of her friends were falling heads over heels in love with their soul mates she declared herself immune to this love disease. But as always, whenever she  thinks of something, God comes up with just the opposite with a smirk on his face. With a wicked smile he pushed a button on his most sophisticated gadget, and there appears a man out of blue into her life. Huh!

It was time when FB was yet to gain popularity and Orkut was booming. She met her Mr. Man through that, but in few seconds came to know that he was her senior. Gosh! Ragging! That was her first thought. But thanks to her lucky stars, she never got a chance to meet him on campus. Even thou he was heading the anti ragging team, he got a notorious looking gang of friends. The mere sight of any of them could increase her gangs BP!

Their first chat never had any inhibitions or what-to-say-next dilemma. In fact it was very easy going as they had so much to gossip about their own college and department. And when they said bye and logged off for the night she knew this guy was going to cause her some sleepless nights. And before she could take it all, they were in love!

She shared this change of her relationship status with her friends. First, they won't believe that "She" was in a relation, second, that too with a person she haven't met even once. And to her surprise everyone in her gang have seen him in campus except for her. But by then he was already out of college and even out of the country.

After one month of their technology enhanced relation, they finally met in person. The day they met in real for the first time was actually weird. They knew each other so well, but still were strangers. She was nervous but with a bold face. Seeing him there right in front of her, made her realise that she was actually in love with this human being. She didn't hear any church bells ringing, or any signs like in a Nicholas Sparks or Nora Roberts book.

They had their happy moments and cat fights too. He got possessive at the mention of her male friends. And she disapproved of his social circle. Above all the distance was also taking a toll on them. They knew they had separate lifes now and if needed a future together, they should  have to make it work now, and they were determined to do so. But she was having second thoughts. "Am I with the wrong person? Was this relation something out of my impulsiveness?" But still he felt real. She decided to follow her heart. What if he turns out to be her soulmate? 

One Saturday morning when she was lazily enjoying her weekend, her phone rang. To her utter most delight it was Mr. Man from the airport. He was in town for two days. She was too surprised and happy to question.

Next day they decided to met. And he came with his sisters. He wanted a green signal from them. If its a No from the little ones... then that's a serious issue they have to deal with. But that was one thing she initially liked about him. He was a  devoted family person. Perfect son and brother. 

Sisters time turned out to be fun and after dropping them home they went for shopping. Before that, knowing that she was a bibliophile, he took her to the book expo that was happening there and allowed her to drool all over the books and even bought her some, which gained him extra points. Then they went to a near by park. All of a sudden he became so serious and philosophical about life and relationships.

"My sisters loved you"... he told.

"So is this happiness and talks cos of that. .."

"Maybe... and I bought you something..."

"Huh! Another book?... "

"Seriously don't you have any other obsession other than this?..."

When she grinned sheepishly to that, he opened a small box and took out a ring! A thin golden band with a small heart in the middle.

Wow! Her heart started fluttering.

But she was too numb to say anything.

And her mind was freaking out. "God! He's not going to ask me to marry him. Aren't we too early for that... I am not even out of college... no... don't let him..."

Sensing her fear and uneasiness he said,  "Don't give me that look. I will ask you to marry me, but not now. Come on. I am not that stupid. But when its the right time 'm just going to do that. Then don't stare at me like this. I wanted to gift you something. So why not this?".

She looked at him dumbstruck.

"You are precious to me, no matter how much we fight or tear each other or despite the distance between us. If ever you get any doubts about us, this will always remind you of our happy moments together. And... you can even consider this as a pre-marriage-proposal.... if you want... but I hope this will erase your thoughts and doubts about us."

She was confused. She never told him anything that was in her mind. And she asked the same to him."How do you know all that was going through my head?"

He smiled .... "Do you think that I can't read you? I know you better than you know yourself."

With that and a wink he gave her the ring of their love which was made of hope and promises for a lifetime.

That moment made her realise that, in every girl's love story there's a bit of fairy tale and once in a while her man turns to Prince Charming and sweeps her off her feet. And that was her moment, when he came just to ensure her about them and to tell her that she was his future, no matter what.

Even thou, as time passed and many more happier moments followed, that was her fairy tale moment of bliss and Platinum day of love. It just gave her strength to follow her heart confident and grow more in love.

Even now she clutches that gold band strongly when she needs a pinch of hope. 

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Linking this to the Platinum day of love contest by Indiblogger.

That Three Words.

"I love you"...

"Why?"... she questioned back

"...I don't know... just love you."

She didn't say anything. But gazed out of the window to the moon. Moon. Her fantasy world. She was always amused by that unreachable destination. So beautifully cold and appeared differently everyday. She felt so near to it yet far. Like them? She wondered.

He was her childhood. They grew up together. Their folks were always in touch even when they kept away from one another. Would there had been any difference in them if they hadn't lost track? Maybe they would had a better definition for their relation. Maybe she would have turned out to be as someone else. More tuned in life.

Life always had that specialty of taking people away at the wrong time or giving at the worst. Or more else taking someone back permanently along with a part of us.

All sort of thoughts were going through her mind. Unsettled and disturbed she kept gazing out.

Lost in two worlds.

She lived in a state of constant pain. Nothing done or seen or touch does not remind her of her beloved.

Nights meant for those quiet moments..... talking..... laughing...... dreaming...... loving....  are now megaphones for her pain..... amplifying back so that it slams her into submission. There were no holiday’s..... there were no anniversaries..... no birthdays...... lest she counted the anniversary of her beloved’s death. She started counting the days since he left her.Her world was never right after he left her.... like a shattered glass it was destroyed to thousand pieces.... she tried to glue it together... and it did work.... but....... only for a short time. Gradually she understood dat a broken piece will always be broken... and evn if its mended it wont look the same.

In the beginning, she had a numbness that allowed her to exist. Then her memory turned into images like an old silent movie, flickers of images but no detail. Now she remembered details. It was like seeing fire, being burned before, knowing it will hurt, and sticking your hand in anyway. In her mind she inspected his face, his look, what did she miss, what could she have done to save him. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. But the thought of not having him near her.... kills her each moment. Her near and dear ones tried to console her, but she was beyond all that.

In between all this, one thing she didn't knew that they were been watched, from the other world. He wanted to tell her it's going to be ok and that he's fine here.

But... the differences between the two worlds stood as a barrier between them.

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda. We give out creative writing topics each weekend for Indian bloggers.

Brother, You are 14!

Happy birthday to you…

Happy birthday…

Happy birthday…

Happy birthday to Achu.....

  Clap. Clap. Clap.

Blow the candles, close your eyes and make a wish... ... ...

May all your wishes and dreams and hopes come true. May you get everything you want.  May you have all the happiness, smiles, joys, health, wealth, love, girlfriends, your Nike, Ray Ban, IPhone, Lamborghini, Ferrari or whatever brands you desire.

Happy Fourteenth Sweetheart.

I feel as a if you were born just yesterday and within few hours you have grown up to be 14. My life would have been so different if it wasn't for you. I would have felt lost without having you by my side. Wherever I go, you always used to follow. Whether its a girls day out or friends get together, you were a inseparable part of mine. But now you have grown up and so ready to fly away from home. How time flies...

As I always tell, follow your heart. Do what you love in life. Never give up your dreams and passion for anyone or anything. Make mistakes but learn from them. Be kind, humble and lovable. Always have a smile for others. You are just awesome the way you are. But yeah, all those pamperings from everyone have made you a bit irresponsible. But you are moving your way up to that "perfect gentleman".

Always remember, whatever you do, wherever you are, how old you become, I'll be always there for you. Like today, in your tomorrows also, you'll be having all the right to stamp through my door at any time. But knocking now and then is appreciable.

Despite all this, I am still gonna act immature to you, irritate you, fight with you or use my nails to draw on your skin, but will be there as always. You can surely count me in if ever you feel lost. I won’t promise that I’ll lead you through the right way, even thou I’ll try, but won’t let you be lost on your own.

Happy Birthday to my sweetest, handsome Brother! You are the most lovable person, not always but almost every time.

I love you. I love you. I love you infinitely. :* 

P.S. I absolutely love the way you feel jealous when I ignore you to message/talk to my friends when with you. It just makes me special. :P

God Blez you always.

Her Solitude World

Tucked in a corner, away from the crowd, she felt secure and moreover happy. Rather than the faces that gave rude commands and mean demands, she preferred her fairies, princess, long lost treasures, mysteries, her famous five and secret seven gangs.

A smile escaped her lips when she opened her world and she felt at home.

Linking this Write Tribe's 55 on Friday in response to the above picture prompt given by Vidya Sury.