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The last Good-Bye |Short Story
The last Good-Bye | Short Story
Prescript: The name of this letter is “The Last Goodbye”, that doesn’t mean we won’t be having any touch after you are gone, but it means that after this I am not going to say goodbye ever, ever and ever again. I am not going this far away from you ever after this, because since last 5 days only I know how I am living these days.
The Last Good-Bye
They say the first day and the last day are always special in everybody’s life, as they begin or end something. And either of these conditions will make you happy or sad or both. In my case, the first day was neither happy nor sad, it was just as usual. It was good. But definitely in a day or two will be the last day, and I don’t know how will I be then. But I hope I will have happy and sad feelings both but both to a higher extent: – A mixed feeling. A feeling of absurdness, a feeling of emptiness, an indefinable feeling. Something which even my words can’t describe. It might witness a smile on my face with my eyes wet. It will see the rarest of facial expression of mine.I don’t cry that easily. People call me stubborn and “Selfish”, but yes I am pretty much sure, that that stubbornness will end in this case. I am sad and will be sad at least for days because certain things are not easily bearable, and neither are easily separable, which have made a deep impact on your soul your heart and more importantly your life in whole.
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It was just the other day nearly 2 years back when I met you. Nothing unusual happened that day, no special people were meeting neither the atmosphere got filmy, and neither there was love at first sight. I came with our old friend, who made us introduced to each other. When you shook your hand, saying a “Hi ”, I saw that I was talking to a very bold and independent sort of girl, who has got nothing to praise in her looks or body and who was supposedly my classmate and whom I had never noticed in my class. It began and ended the same normal way.
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Things began to build up slowly between us, as I initiated the talks on Facebook as well as on phone. I was pretty much busy flirting and enjoying with other girls that I just began to exchange messages and talks with you rarely. But somehow I don’t realize when this rarely turned out occasionally and that turned out as a daily routine activity. I was beginning to feel good about everything related to you. Whether it was your voice or your sense of humour, both were (and are) exceptionally great.
A time came when my terms with our common friend became sour, but by then I was in good touch with you {at least from my side, that’s what I think}. We began to talk at times for hours, but you used to get irritated with them as long talks and regular contact with anybody for more than 2 hours is somewhat unbearable for you at that time{* to be precise it’s even now}.
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Regarding this, we had many arguments, many fights, a lot of time my insult, but I never understood what stopped me to be still there with you. Being very arrogant from the early age and full of attitude {that’s what people say} you could have never expected that I would have still continued to be in your touch. But don’t know which sort of vibes were coming from you that made me ignore each of your acts that were not liked by me. As time grew, the friendship flourished. It became more of casual than a formality.
We laughed to each other talks, began to share the things which were not meant to be known by all. Yes !! it was strange that the meeting each other regularly for two of us was a rarity. Neither of us was interested nor wanted to meet regularly. Yes even though many a time I asked and was declined by you, but that didn’t change my feelings for you. Moving ahead even the meeting began, though for some reasons like an exam or other. But believe me !! In my view they were fruitful.
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They were better than expected. And even today I rejoice those moments. I will give you the credit that at this point you were the person who bared me. I know who I am, and how I am and so by any means you handled the talks. You either ignore the bad part of me from your mind, and many times you accepted it as a part of me and so didn’t reacted, but you helped to take this friendship further. Life is a race not with a straight ground, but it’s a 200-meter huddle race on a circular ground, and accordingly, we too continued with certain issues with one another, certain fights but in the end, a “good night” from my side always ended with a “bye” from your side.
As a person I began to adore you, respect you more. A person like you was never ever witnessed by me any-time before. Your thoughts, your humour, your persona, your character all these made me an ardent follower of yours. Any talk with you gave me peace in my heart and smile on my face. Yes !! I know everyone praises you this way, but this is my “GOODBYE” letter, so I will also do.
By now, a strong feeling for you had already taken place in my heart and you were very well aware of it.….
But time flew came a big and great decision for your life and harsh decision for me. You decided to fly abroad. It was good, it was great but the small child in my heart was unyielding to this decision that it should not take place. I tried to console myself, tried to make myself believe all the good things that may happen in the future, but the foolish heart was still in the mind frame of the present. And the reality was something very much known but not at all expected.
By this time, you became my DBMS- database management system.From beginning to end, almost all my secrets (except 2-3, that I told will tell you later), my regular routine, my friends, their secrets, my mood swings, my interests, almost everything was known to you. And it was all good. You know me, very well, even more than I know you. I trust you more than anyone else. What you gave me in my life;
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I can’t even imagine even whether anyone else will be ever able to give me. You can’t even imagine that you made me a person of heart, vulnerable to emotions, people’s feelings. But as they say, a special person deserves special things, If ever I was in that state that for me anything would have been possible, you can’t even imagine what all you would have received, just for Being “YOURSELF”.
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The last days, when you remained busy with packing and stuff, I got a bit numb. I was not crying but neither I was laughing. I tried to live a normal-like, but something in my heart was aching. Whatever you call it, this was my condition. Day by day thinking about you my stubbornness was getting lesser and lesser. I was becoming vulnerable to breaking down at each and every small things or feeling. It was for the 1st time that my eyes got wet at any emotional thing. Any thought of yours made me emotional. Even while writing this it was like I was holding my tears back in my eyes.I avoided staying alone as then the only thing that came was missing you, I always tried to be in a company of 2-3 people. But somehow I was not even able to tell the best of the people’s in my life that what I was feeling and for whom I was feeling. As they say, certain special things are always kept as SECRET, and you know what my SECRET is “YOU”. I don’t know what you have done to me, but believe me, this is the best of me which you have brought of me. A person, a unique sample like you is someone I have never met and after you even I don’t want to meet.
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Finally, in a day or two, whenever you will read this, you will be gone. But you know what will remain.
It’s the memories, “MEMORIES” The smallest talk for seconds that I had talked with you will remain forever. The long hours of conversation with you will be felt. The comments passed by you will be missed, The time spent with you will be craved. Your laugh, your thoughts, your nature, your character will be remembered. And more importantly, it’s “You” who will be missed more.….
After this, For whom the short lines, will be written?
For whom the small poems will be crafted? For whom letters of short stories will be written? Who will have that persona, who can make my eyes wet while writing an “A goodbye letter”?
I don’t think anybody will.
Relations based on name splits when the name is withdrawn from them, but the relations based on feelings and respect stays forever with the person irrespective of time and age, they arouse from the soul and stay there forever.
Whatever in future turns out between us I don’t know and neither you do,
But as you said the other day, “There can be no one better than you”.I will agree to it today. There can be no one better than YOU.Keep Smiling, You Will be Missed
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Love Story | Life Blog
Love Story | Life Blog
In our life, it is always our closed friends who can define and explain us in a way better than us.
This is a story of Samar and Ananya from their friends perspective.
We never know if we really are with the one we are destined to be with for life. Even years of togetherness can’t assure us of this. But life goes on with a hope that the person you are with, is the one who is meant to be with you forever.
When the journey comes to an end, it gives us a minute of satisfaction, but years of longing at the same time. Reinstating our faith in the fact that the journey was more beautiful than the destination. It was an illusion which we perceived as being within our reach. But once there, we look back at the journey and feel that we should never have reached! We were happier, content, hopeful and joyful during the journey. It is the ambiguity of love which is its essence, and it is what keeps it going!
Love strikes in everyone’s life, but sometimes, the after-marks that it brings with it are the ones it leaves us with. They remind us of the time we spent with our loved ones; they are the doorways to the dream that we once lived. It puts a smile on our face and a drop of moisture in the eyes.
Samar and Ananya
were no different. “You meet them once, and you’ll fall in love with them,” said everyone who knew them. Friends, close friends, colleagues, family and all those who were associated with Samar knew his love for her. It wasn’t a love of a different kind, it was the same old love that we know. He was the typical one-woman-man we’ve seen in the movies, cliched to the very core! Maybe it was the cliche part that made it much more special and unique, difficult to find in today’s day and age.
“Samar was nothing more than the usual guy. I have known him since childhood. Average height, average looks, and good in studies. Great at mocking people, loved reading and writing. He was a fun-loving person. The relationship was something that was beyond his understanding or maybe he was beyond girls’ understanding! He liked everyone in his life but loved only one; Ananya.”
–Naven Jacob (Samar’s best friend since childhood)
“I have known Ananya for the past 8 years. She has been my best friend since high school. She was the reason I had fights with my other best friends in school because somehow I know she loved me more than anyone else. Ananya was a mess. A fat, chubby girl who knew only knew the language of sarcasm, never drove a two-wheeler, who loved watching “Big Boss” lying on a sofa, eating tomato ketchup directly from the sachet and who went for movies just to eat the junk food available there. At one point she even had braces fitted on her teeth. She was a total tomboy or perhaps a man fitted in a girl’s body. I never understood why Samar loved her so much. Though she was too cute to be ignored. She knew that samar loved her and so somehow she respected that feeling. But from her end, there was nothing of that sort.”
-Avni Shah (Ananya’s best friend)
“He loved her in the most obvious way. The way a person loves himself; without any reason but to the core”
-Mohit (Samar’s closest friend from college)
“I have never seen or met her. I don’t know her personally, but Samar made me love her! When you talk to Samar, it was always Ananya in his words!”
–Ramya Kapoor (Samar’s friend)
“I always wanted something to happen between them, not for Samar, but for me, because Ananya was such a great company to be with. Laughter and sarcasm were in her. Totally a person you’ll love to talk to. What I was asking for was magic. But seeing his love for her, I wish it happened.”
-Vineet Shah (Samar’s close friend)
“I scored low in exams and was crying. Ananya was abroad and got tensed and called Samar asking him to rush urgently to my house and look after me. Without giving it a second thought he came to my place with ice cream and stayed with me till evening. It was later that me and Ananya realised that he had scored fewer marks than me but as it was her order, Samar ignored his personal issues like every time. I loved the love he had for her”
–Avni Shah (Ananya’s best friend)
“I seriously wondered and was shocked when the guy who hated tech devices, suddenly got a smartphone. Just because she was going abroad and wanted him to buy one so that they could be in regular touch. He was mad for her”
–Ridhima gupta (Samar’s close friend)
“He used to become Ananya when she was not with me. He never made me miss her. The day she left me and went abroad for studies, I cried a lot but he became her for many days. But the day he left me, I cried even more. Not because now I would miss him more, but because now I will miss both of them”
-Avni Shah (Ananya’s best friend)
“Every draft of his writing was first sent to her and then to others. Her opinion was his decision. He always wanted to write a love story. He tried but wasn’t successful. But in writing what he missed to realize was that he didn’t need to do anything. He had love and she was his story.”
-Ridhima gupta (Samar’s close friend)
“His talks always began with what she said, whether it was related to her or not. It was always 3 people when I talked to him. Me, him and her.”
-Vineet Shah (Samar’s close friend)
“I loved one thing especially that the guy whose love interest and crush changed every 3 weeks, was the one who waited for her for 3 years. I was surprised when I heard about her. She changed him totally. I felt that this time it was real, was genuine and was worth waiting for, not from his words, but from his eyes when he spoke about her.”
-Ziyad Sheikh (Samar’s Childhood friend from the same society)
“His phone had his own contacts but his phone gallery belonged to her. You see it and you feel that it was her phone.”
-Ridhima gupta (Samar’s close friend)
“I don’t know why, but I always told him to leave her and move ahead. I was the one who introduced Samar and Ananya. They were very much the same in personality and I loved them. But maybe I never found love in her for him and what he was doing was just burdening her with guilt.”
-Diksha Patel (Ananya’s friend)
“Everyone who knew them loved them. The only fear I had was what if nothing went the way he wanted because I always saw the love but no love story.”
-Vineet Shah (Samar’s close friend)
“They were too open with each other. May be couples do not have such a clear relationship which they had.”
-Ridhima gupta (Samar’s close friend)
“Had they ended up being together, it would have restored my faith in love”
-Arnab Rajeev (Samar’s close friend from classes)
“They aren’t separated, they never were. Also They aren’t together, they never were. They still belong to the same old world of theirs, stuck in time, in their world of love and happiness.”
-Ridhima gupta (Samar s close friend)
“I have known Samar for the past two years. He appears to be a fun-loving kind of a character. But he does not have a heart. Instead, he has a hard shell that hides a time span of about 4-5 years within. One has to be persistent and patient enough while dealing with this guy. Only when he starts to trust you (which will take a lot of time), will he let you in and allow you to sneak into that shell. I have never met Ananya, never talked to her, in fact, I don’t know if this is her real name! But I do not want to meet her. Because the perception of her that Samar has set in my mind is of a girl who is so perfect in every aspect, I fear that the real Ananya might not live up to that perception.”
-Raman (Samar’s college friend)
“Today, she has gone to a different country and has her own life with her newly founded love and Samar is living in his world of words. They do not have any contact with each other, I still seriously feel that somewhere just the narration has ended but not the story. It is still incomplete. And as much as I know Samar, he will never complete it. It lies here”
-Vineet Shah (Samar’s close friend)
“He says he lost someone special. My friends say I lost a guy worth dying for, someone very important and close. He feels that after all the things that happened in our lives, it was only he who suffered. What he does not realize is that in going to a different country and luckily meeting another guy, what I actually lost is a special person who was very important to me and that is Samar.”
–Ananya
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Wine and You | Short story 9
Wine and You | Short story 9
Conclusion..
Her long hazel coloured nails tinkled, as her wrist softly moved, touching the wine glass. Her fingers made their way towards her fountain pen placed on the bunch of papers, with her eyes still looking on the screen. Rough sheets of papers lay scattered all over the table. The tinkling sound drew her attention away from her laptop towards her glass of wine. With a soft gracious smile on her face, she finally grabbed the glass. Meanwhile, she also picked the pen which was kept open on the last draft of her first poem for editing.
Reading the final draft and sipping the last drop of her wine made her realize that it was the 4th glass she had that evening and now she was not in a stage to have any more. In trying to make herself comfortable and focusing on the poem, she found yet another correction, and this was, as per her understanding, the last one. The comma got replaced by a semicolon. She edited the same on her laptop.
Somehow she was done with the poem. The poem was ready from her end and she wanted some of her close friends to read and review it. But as the night and the heaviness of the content demanded, she opted for the 5th glass of wine again. The solitude of being alone at home was pleasing her. She stood by the window and it was getting cold. The touch of the cold breeze was making her happy. The wine was kinking in. Suddenly the face went low, a few tears dropped and she started watching the stars.
Story behind
It was not only the wine that made her dull. It was Punit, in whose memories she was so absorbed that the tears came out. He came in her life as happiness to her existence. Her soul was at peace with her breaths, because of him. He made her look beautiful in her own eyes. He became her definition of love. But time and circumstances define the person you are and in no time, he left.
What went wrong or whose fault it was, were the questions that can be ignored when the end is not one she dreams off. He left, leaving her in search of the solitude she never wanted but is now all that she wants. She took to drinking. The girl whose love was defined by someone’s existence started living her life. Wine became a part of her. She had never drunk before Punit. Not even with her earlier boyfriends.
Slowly with wine came a time of self-realization. This lead to defining her in the smallest world of words. She started reading and playing with words.
Reliving the time with him, she tried to write. Pages after pages got lost in some corners of the room, making her realize how easy it was to live that life and how difficult it was getting to portray it on paper. Days passed and each rolled paper thrown in dustbin gave her a better meaning about herself.
The beginning..
Today, after filling the room with many such paper balls, she was finally with the draft of her first poem. The stars were now blinking at her, shinning and making her realize how beautiful she looks even without anyone praising her in the room. The darkness of night was no longer a sign of loneliness for her. It was peace and tranquillity now. The process of writing about her life made her a better woman. She understood those aspects of life, which she never felt while living them. Words made her a better person. They made her loving herself. Now, the 5th glass was supped. She smiled at the moon and thanked the stars for showing faith in her. She moved back to her laptop and titled her poem, “Wine and You” and sent to her friends.
That night she was in love with her existence even more, in relation to no one else. Moving back towards the bed, she slept with utmost peace. She got appreciated and published in International magazine and loved by all. Somehow, what the words in “Wine and you” did for her, was what the wine and the guy in her life were not able to do.
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Wine and You | Short story 9
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The Flow | English Poetry
The Flow | English Poetry
You know what’s life?
It’s your long chats,
that draws my smile.
You know what’s a dream?
To witness you,
from within.
You know what’s grace?
You eyes conveying,
more than your face.
You know whats a living?
Seeing your soul on you,
reflecting.
You know what’s desire?
To read your happiness,
with your words of fire.
You know what’s fantasy?
It’s you!!!
The one whom I can always read
But cannot live.
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The smile that cried |Short story 7
The smile that cried | Short story 7
The flames got trapped in the enclosure at the crematorium. The body that went into the oval platform came out like a pot of ashes back to Arth’s father. All mourned and everyone cried even after the rituals got over. His mother was still squalling. The ladies gathered around her were trying to control her but somehow she had lost her senses that day. Arth’s uncles, his friends all lost their control and were bursting with tears. Each crying one was trying to console the other and failing at it.
It was 23 years old Arth Shrivastav who had lost his life. An accident took place the night before when a truck lost its control and hit the divider crossing to the wrong side, hitting a bike driven by Arth’s friend. Arth was on the back seat and to the harsh tragedy of life, the truck hit the backside of the bike, saving his friend and crushing both his legs. His head hit the ground hard which lead to his death on the spot. His family rushed to the hospital with hope, which got crushed the very moment they saw him. No one slept that night. By next morning all close relatives reached for the funeral rites.
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Now, they all are moving back to their own world. But Shrivastav family will no longer be able to live the same life again. Arth’s dad; Alok Shrivastav is standing outside the crematorium. He has remained silent since the night. As he saw the body of his child and went to a stage of numbness. He performed all the rituals without speaking a single word or giving out any emotions. Everyone has left now; the relatives are urging him to return home. He is taking small steps, slowly moving towards the car.
Millions of emotions are going on in his mind. He has lost his support, his successor, his dream, his pride, all in his son. He doesn’t know what he will do in that house, which was made home because of Arth. Also, he is not able to realise for whom he worked hard and earned all his life, for whose better future he saved. He is not able to believe what has happened.
In 24 hours he has actually lost his entire life. He feels like a living corpse. His power of thinking is destroyed. Somehow, Arth died taking both his parent’s souls. The car reaches back to their house and each step towards that place is making him think more. His wife’s tears are still not stopping. The door opened and as he moved inside, found a smiling photo of him playing with Arth, in the hall. Staring at the picture, he breaks down. He realised he lost himself in Arth.
What the flames and ashes could not do, was done by Arth’s smile.
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The smile that cried | Short story 7
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