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As I Pray...

With moon hung by our shoulder, we were seated in the varanda feeling the slightly cold breeze pass by us. We got startled by the unappealing sound of the ambulance siren. I gave a sigh of relief and turned back to take a look at my granny. I got confounded by what I saw. The paled hands of her with wrinkles like that of a cotton shirt that had been left unironed for decades, came together, prepping for a prayer. Her eyes shut down instantly and I could see her lips which were pulled inside, mumbling something. There was this strange tranquilness in the air for a second and then she opened her eyes and continued reading Ramayana. Driven by my anxious mind, I asked her what was it all about. She passed this pleasing smile and started talking," This world we live in is quite a selfish one. We make wishes for ourselves hoping God will listen and make them come true. But that's not how it works." I was listening but I couldn't help but notice that her voice was not quive
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Happiness is a Sucker Punch

“Yes, It’s witty to do it this way.” “Yes, It should be Ammu”. I overheard mom and dad whispering to each other, the other night. I had already prophesied that something’s gonna hit me in the morning. Next day I woke up to my mom and dad seated  beside me saying” Kunju will have her interview in no time. It’s prudent if she goes ASAP so her quarantine gets over before the interview starts.” “Yes mom. It’s a wise one. I totally agree to it.” I replied to mom. “ Well, then we want you to accompany her.” bombed dad on me. “ What?! Why me though? Especially when COVID is at it's pinnacle. I dont wanna jeopardize my precious life for some loon like her!”. The next thing I remember doing is fillng up zillions of forms declaring that we are corona free. Just a flight, how mundane could it be, despite the fact that my fellow traveller had already buckled herself up with two novels for the venture with hundreds of people from all around the country. And who knows were the carriers of coron

The Pursuit

A time,  when he won't let go of those hands even in his slumbers. A time,  his incurring wrath implored  him to run away.  A time, he departed in pursuit of happiness, forlorn he got, for a tar baby is what life had become.  As disenchanting as it might be, lockdown got him square to what he had been in pursuit of, all this time.

Wings you didn't know about

Climb up the highest place you know. Stand at the edge and listen to the wind. It's singing a song for you. Let your hair open and let them flow 'cause you are a queen and the world must know. Open them, your eyes and look at all those wonderful things around you, 'cause it's only one life that we've got and we must live it! For a moment get all those things out of your mind. Let them say what they want, let them do what they want for they are in search of a happy life that you are living already. Scream your lungs out. Say those words they say you shouldn't be knowing, do those things they say you shouldn't be doing 'cause now, right now, right here, it's you and it's your life. And you know what? You can do whatever you wish to do. Forget those rules, they aren't for you. You've got no time to follow them for you have got much better things to follow. Forget that grief for there's an ocean of things for you to feel happy

The Cell Phone Pickle

I was six or seven when Appa, all of a sudden came up with this game. One has to hide an object and the other one has to find it. And there was this rule that the closer one gets, the other one has to call out 'hot' or else 'cool'. Appa decided to give his Black Berry (mob. Phone) the role  of the object. He hid it and i found, then I hid it and he found out. Though it annoyed mom like hell but it was kinda fun. We were laughing and running around the house like some rodent sniffing for food. After a few times, it was my turn again. This time I wanted to hide it in a place even God couldn't look into. So yeah, I kept searching for a solid place. And you know what? I saw this steel glass under the bed. It seemed to be perfect to hide. And why won't it be. The room itself was so dark. So he wouldn't have a least clue of where it could be. Without wasting a single second further, I let go the mobile into the glass and returned to him with a smirk. He wa

What Did She Scribble?

Last wednesday was so hectic. We all were super tired as we just got back from Jaipur. Now tiredness has a very devasting effect on me. I think about all my problems and issues in one go and sadness hit me hard like a huge truck carrying 100 elephants. So as usual, I cried and cried and cried till my eyes refused to spare anymore drop of tear. My nose just turns red when I cry.  So Kunju, my lil sis took pics of me to show everyone that I looked similar to a rotten tomato when I cried. But to be honest, I was so down. So I grabbed my blanket and covered myself as if it could help me fight my anxities. Anyways, it helped me hide my rotten tomato like face though. Then I heard my mom giggling. I peeped out to see what was she laughing at. And I knew the cause when I saw kunju standing near her with the mobile in one hand. "Mummy!!" I yelled frowing at her. " Ya, now that makes a perfect tomato there" she said winking at me. Then she pulled the blanket off me and grab

The Castle of Bricks

Once, not so long ago I was standing there, Clueless and all alone. Staring at the two roads in front. There were no sign boards. There were no mile stones. Not a single person to tell Where to go. Then I took the path with Most foot prints on, Without thinking where I'll go. Soon, I was lost in the dark With no more foot prints to follow. I tripped over stones And fell. I was so broke that I cried for long. Then there were sharp thorns And not-so-friendly folks. Which describes all the scars That I've in and on. After days of struggle, I ended up on another diversion. Another two roads, I had to choose from, were just in front. But this time, I wasn't all alone. I had strength and my inner self. The lessons, I learnt all along shouldn't just go in vein. The scars I wear should be in count and The tears I've shed should mean something. So this time I chose the road I saw the light in end. It had less foot prints though But it had fl