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    The Box | Short Story

    The Box | Short Story

    The clock was about to strike noon. Every face had supposedly come with the same purpose in mind, and it is the first day, seemed supposedly motivated. The eyes of all focused on a common wall. As time passed by, the motivation diluted. Most people’s eyes stared at the wall blankly, and with utter disregard, their minds were lost in the thoughts of their favourite TV shows, favourite food and favourite superheroes. There were some who resisted the trains of their thoughts and focused on the primary reason why they were there.

    His eyes wandered. Sometimes he would see the light, then the fan and then came down towards those who sat around him. His eyes finally rested in the right corner of the room just next to the exit door. Even the one side view was good enough to bring a smile on his face.

    …..

    The birthmark beneath her nose complemented perfectly her face and the star-like shine in her eyes. The constant movement of her lips as if talking to herself, made him laugh. Almost as a tradition followed religiously by everyone there, she too was busy doodling something. Her hair was perfectly in place, with just a small strand of it coming on her face which she tucked behind her ear from time to time. Her dress was similar to other girls in the room but astonishingly suited her the most.

    She turned around casually and for him at that very moment, it all seemed right, altogether. Seeing him staring at her continuously she was at first taken aback. Wondering why the guy was doing so, she stared back at him changing her facial expression again and again. This didn’t stop him, instead, he looked at her with more curiosity. It seemed fun and he enjoyed doing it even more!

    …..

    In a room that was full of strangers, he made a sweet gesture by waving his hand and asking her to come near and take the seat next to him. She didn’t seem to be amused by his friendliness and looked away from him to concentrate on her doodling. Clueless, he started to stare at other people in the room, but again, his eyes went back to the same corner. A few minutes later, she turned her head towards him. Something was going on in her mind, she couldn’t help being inclined towards the only guy who seemed to care about her existence in the room. This time, she smiled back at him. As they say, a smile is contagious, hence both of them began to do the same.

    The distance between them didn’t allow them to hear what the other was saying. Their eyes did the talking, some questions were asked, and they were answered through some gestures which only they could understand. The smiles symbolized affirmation. Finally, the clock struck 1 PM. The bell rang, the lecture was over. The teacher left the room. The students of class 5th B opened their bags and with their lunch boxes rushed towards the playground to enjoy it with their friends. She stood from her place with her lunch box and went towards his seat. He unzipped his bag, took out some chocolates and offered them to her.

    ….

    “Lunch box?” she asked.

    “Parents are out of town. So no lunch box today” he replied.

    “No issues, you can share mine” said she.

    Both smiled and ate the food.

    Years passed, the students of 5th grade became adults and stayed together. He never brought his lunch box for all these years and his bag kept producing chocolates every day for her.

    May be the lunch box bonded them better than a cup of coffee could have!

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    Childhood | English Poetry

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    The Reminiscence of love |Short Story |Love

    The Reminiscence of love |Short Story |Love


    And there she was, dressed in an orange bridal suit. As elegant and composed as ever. There was a familiar smile on her face which kept him staring at her. The stage, whose beauty she enhanced, perfectly complimented her. The wedding ring on her finger, shining; reflected her happiness. He always had dreamt her this way. Back then, many times both of them even discussed how this very day, that meant so much to them will look like. Now, looking at the picture of her sitting on stage was mesmerizing. For him, it was as good as reality.

    Yes! She was engaged. Not with him though!!
    With whom? How? Why?

    May be these questions and the answers to the matter no more. They are insignificant now. She’s gone. She has left, leaving lots of memories behind for him, to live a happy and joyful marital life.

    They weren’t in a relationship. They were just together. Not for benefits, but just for the sake of giving time to their friendship, just to see if they can go beyond it, just to see if things can work out and if something can bind them together.

    But it didn’t. At some point, things came to a standstill. She moved on. She settled abroad. Years passed, their friendship moved through stages of crests and troughs. A couple of years later, she got committed to a smart guy whom she found suitable enough to spend the rest of her life with.

    The moment she told him about her commitment, it detached him from himself, creating a void in him. It made him realize that subconsciously, he was living just with hope. Hope for a better future. A hope where they can be together forever.

    His heart broke like the scattered raindrops which never come together. Even if these raindrops make an attempt to join, they actually flow downwards and fall apart. His heart was numb. Thoughtless, lifeless.

    Later, he thought to himself that maybe they weren’t destined to go this far. Maybe it was his fault. It was less of “him” in “them”. Maybe it was more of “feeling” the love than “expressing” it. Maybe he took it for granted rather than trying to make the love special. It made him feel guilty for whatever happened or for whatever could have happened but didn’t. It made him cry.

    But today things don’t matter anymore. She calls him to ask whether or not he is alright? She asks why they don’t talk the way they used to? Why doesn’t he behave the way he used to? Where is their friendship lost? Where is he lost? Why doesn’t he attend the functions of their common friends? She asks many questions. But as mentioned before, things don’t matter now. He hopes that in due course of time she will realize that such questions don’t have an impact on him anymore. They don’t need to be answered. They are self-explanatory.

    Soon she will understand that they have to live different lives with beautiful futures and a past which is better forgotten.

    She has to accept that between them it will never be the same again. He won’t blame her for the fact that their future won’t be the same as their past was but he has to move on. It will be tough, it will be hard but it has to be done.

    He also understands that this phase will be just for some time. Things will change and people will accept the past. The talks will become rare, and gradually, end and this end will be understood by both.

    Perhaps, in future they will be exchanging smiles once again. When they will meet somewhere, they might even exchange warm hugs as well. Occasional talks and laughing on the past will also be a part of future. But today, distancing is the most logical solution. 

    On his laptop, seeing her engagement picture on her profile makes him feel happy. He wishes the best for her. He has his life ahead and regretting about what he has lost doesn’t seem to be a fitting thing to do. But one fact will stay with him forever, the fact that unknowingly and definitely unwillingly, he lost her.

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    My Family Ignore The Messages Wishing ‘Happy Women’s Day’ | Life Blog

    Happy Women’s Day | Life Blog |

    Like any other morning, this morning started with the usual course of activities at our home. It was a pretty normal day for me and everyone else in the house. They began their work and I started mine. We had breakfast together and dispersed off on our routines.

    So what’s the difference between today and any other day?

    Just a few additional things happened today. The inbox of these women was flooded with some 40 odd messages. The newspapers, both online and offline, were full of articles portraying different perceptions people held for this day. Facebook was full of images with the message of “Happy Women’s Day” and about a hundred women tagged on each of them.

    My family..

    My mother saw the messages, but didn’t reply, instead she put the phone aside and went to the kitchen. Sister marked each one of the messages and deleted them all at once. My crush didn’t even bother opening them. She preferred being offline. All of them untagged themselves from those posts on social media.

    It is not that they don’t respect the achievements of women and their contribution to the world; or that they don’t appreciate initiatives for women empowerment. But making women feel so very important and special on this particular day through messages and wishes and labelling this day as the “International Women’s Day” just doesn’t suit their, or my, understanding.

    Sitting with them and talking to them about this day made me realize the fact that making them feel special on this day is irrelevant. By showing unusual respect, or taking them out for dinner, gifting them the things they love is not really something they would necessarily like. These things are just meant to pretend to the outer world; that we have a positive approach towards women and we respect them and treat them with equality. But what we fail to realize is that just showing isn’t equivalent to feeling the same from the core of our hearts.

    8th of March

    Has been marked as “International Women’s Day” since the 1900s to celebrate the social, economic, cultural and political achievements of women. The day also marks a call to action for accelerating gender parity. However, the sensitivity that is associated with the issue of women empowerment and parity can be judged from the fact that it’s been over a hundred years and we still need a “Women’s Day” to respect women and treat them well. Whereas, it is the approach towards women for the entire year that should define the celebration of this day on the 8th of March.

    Let’s all question ourselves – are women safe and secure around us? Are they given rights equal to men? If yes, then are they actually able to exercise those rights? Do we treat them equally in our minds and hearts as well? And, will women be treated better for the rest of the year until the next women’s day?

    Conclusion

    Trying to answer these questions yields more doubts in our minds rather than answers. Hence, we avoid them. The fact that we don’t have answers to these questions signifies; how “happy” this day must be for the women around us.
    The entire year goes in satisfying the ‘male’ ego. Satisfying the urge of being the ‘superior’ gender through rapes, molestation and public humiliations. Suddenly on the 8th of March, we treat the same “inferior” gender as goddesses!

    Birthdays are not celebrated only because you were born on that day; but also because you survived a year more and for all the learning and understandings you developed in that year. Similarly, we forget that the entire year, women have been treated badly. Whether we consider it at national platforms or even at our homes.

    People argue that women are being treated well and are being given equal opportunities; on the basis of a sample space that hardly forms 5-10 per cent of the entire population. But what they neglect is the way they are treated in the rest of the space. Providing a handful of women with opportunities and a stand in the society; when a majority is being objectified or a means to get a dowry, and are being deprived of even the basic human rights is not something to be termed as women empowerment and felt proud of.

    Observation

    Do the wishes count? Do they change the perception and understanding of men towards women? Does the standing of women in society become the way she wants it to be? and not the way the egoistic male wants? When the answer to all of them is No, then how can we say that the wishes of a happy women’s day are even valid? It is all a myth.

    A day cannot solve the plight of women in the mind of the entire society. What I contend is that we should mend our behaviour in a way that we no longer need the crutch of a “Women’s Day” to treat females fairly and equally.

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  • Melody in cacophony | English Poetry
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    Melody in cacophony | English Poetry

    Melody in cacophony | English Poetry

    The journey stopped when the light went red,

                            Clouds were harsh, the night was dead,

    The thunder was at its best, the rains were about to take the test,

                            Burning were the car lights, screaming were its horns,

    Shouting was the entire crowd, waiting to move on.

                            Soon the droplets began, making the chaos at the best it can.

    I was at odd, totally dry,

                            Unaware all those activities going nearby,

    All those sounds didn’t matter at all,

                             I was in love at the first rain fall.

    In my car I was smiling,

                             At the girls gossiping and giggling

    At the a small boy who was laughing

                            The clouds which were roaring with rain,

    At the voices which were going, were going in vain

    Nothing was about to matter once the light would go green,

                            No hustle, no rustle, no anger and no screams,

    It was just a glimpse of time,

                           To wait with patience to get the dime,

    At the end, Everything was and will be same,

                            Hope with patience and let the time play its game.

    —————–@ ramtajogi

    Melody in cacophony | English Poetry

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    Give TIME to get a DIME | Life Blog

    Give TIME to get a DIME | Life Blog

    Standing at this stage of life, just after a year of completion of my bachelors and witnessing the life around me, we are seeing people confused, frustrated and spoiling their present for the future which even does not have dependability too; makes me realize what are actually we doing?

    Are we really living life or just leaving it?

    This age has given us a lot of worst things to ponder upon.

    1. A bad past to regret upon,
    2. A mediocre present to hate and
    3. A hope of better future to think for.

    And to its irony we are pondering on all of the 3.

    We have stopped to live the life and doing our work; for which we actually came into existence and the time which is given to perform in life is invested in a lot of thinking. We have just passed a year after college and we are burdening ourselves with what bad can happen to us or what can happen to us?

    What if we don’t get the desired income from our job? What if we don’t got a best b school to study in? Why am I doing this work? What am I doing in this college? Is this life worth living? Is this good age to get married?

    And I am asking, is this actually a time to think all this?

    The typical mentality of our society which makes us realize too early that we have to handle the responsibilities of our families as soon as we get out from education and this leads to spoiling of our life before we enter in this actual world

    Did we actually knew in primary section that will come in secondary sections?

    Did we actually knew in 10th standard what will follow in 11th,

    And same did we actually knew what all we will do in college years.

    The answer is : NO

    When we entered from primary – secondary-college, we got to know everything as we experienced it. So why do we need to be conscious about our future before time? It’s this mentality of burdening ourselves with multiple responsibilities at the age of living the life of our dream. That holds us back, stops us, and makes us a man of thought and just thought without actions.

    We are the new born children’s in the new world, so why don’t we live like the newly born though in a bit mature way. Why don’t we enjoy our present work without thinking what it will lead in future? Why can’t we still live a life which we can enjoy, which we can love and which develops our understanding by teaching us with experience rather than imposing it on us at a early age. Earning is important part of life and same is with responsibilities but everything needs time.

    Even a baby needs a minimum of 7 months to come out of his\her mother’s womb.

    As we get involved in working or studying we ourselves will notice a change in our life which will make us realize what we want to do in our lives, how can we earn, how can we handle the responsibilities.

    Everything happens with age and this age is not to think about what can be done, but to act on what we are doing in the best way. We don’t know whether our actions will have good results or not, but that’s life. We will learn from the results of our actions and move ahead in a better way, but pondering upon will not lead to anywhere

    The time that is going on is such that the struggles in life have increased and the outcome of the struggles has become slow and steady. I fee that everyone wants to run fast, but in this running, they don’t remember the one who runs fast, gets tired early and to go long walk taking time, realizing each and every moment of life understanding it and enjoying it.

    ——– In short : Give time to get a dime

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