The Lantern Yard

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

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

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

That night, I was all alone. ‎I ran into the darkest room I could find ‎And locked myself in, so tight! ‎I sat beside the window ‎with tears rolling down my eyes. ‎I looked across the street ‎through the window ‎with millions of things inside my mind. ‎ ‎l've done wrong. ‎A plenty of them indeed. ‎I have been through the worst ‎and that's enough, I think! ‎But for what I've done ‎I don't deserve to be even alive ‎'cause there's no forgiveness ‎for those who let down their parents ‎ a thousand times! And what about the wrong that I have done to the people all around. But yes! I've been punished And I have learnt my lessons, so well. So, why shall I regret now? when I should never! I have got dreams now! I have got things to chase! plans to follow, people to live for. Then, why can't I still get out of the fear? Why is it still Haunting me everywhere and every time? Why is it despair that is all I see Whe