The fear, the unpredictability, the unknowing nature. Except the scientists, who have looked at its unknowing nature so positively? It bothers….. More and more so as age progresses. What would…Leave a Comment
Category: Short Stories
I’ve never been more misunderstood. She has been my favourite leaf in the forest. Ever so green and fresh, that I sometimes thought of butterflies as dumb beings chasing flowers…Leave a Comment
On a dark winter night, when strange scary sounds kindled the lonely black woods with their invisible appearances, I tried my best to calm down my child, who quivered more…One Comment
“But i want Happiness. Just a handful of happy moments which will make my life worth living. I want to get back at home. Otherwise, I don’t really see a…12 Comments
This is a true story. In fact, I’ll prove it, as the tale will end. One normal evening, of early 2010, this kid was feeling kind of bored. Nothing interesting was going on in life. Everything was kind of just the way it was thought to be. No surprises. No extreme moments. So, he ended up opening facebook and getting online on chat. Till midnight, he was online, doing nothing constructive, browsing photos, talking to some friends and nothing else really. Some exams were near but, he was honest in the class and so, didn’t have to worry much about them. Then, as the night grew darker, the people who were online got reducing…
Ultimately, only 3 people were left online in his list. He was close to one of them – Meera. She was like an elder sister. He used to feel good talking with her. So, he clicked her name and they started their chit-chat.
The story’s about a boy, who was 17 and a half years old. Lets call him Rohit. Rohit knew he had gone to sleep in the living room on the…6 Comments
Let me Jump back to February 5, 2011. Our Farewell Day. Officially the last day of School and ofcourse, one of the most memorable days of my life. The evening was going fine, rather, good. Lovely dances, performances and a great video that got tears in my eyes. I had a plethora of feelings-of joy, fear, anxiousness, and offcourse, nostalgia of all that happened in the 12years. I was so much over-blended with emotions that day, that i couldn’t even express myself clearly in my diary. I was out of the real world, in a different temporary world of my own. To my surprise, somehow, i was also awarded with a title, Mr. MMS(mira model school). That was a wonderful moment. What was more wonderful was when, one of the teachers i’ve never been taught by, but always admired, complimented, ”You deserved it!”
Many of my close friends had won titles that day. Each was given a gift. Sweet! Great way to bid farewell, i thought. Then, offcourse, when i stepped up on the stage, i expected a gift. To a greater surprise, i got the biggest one out there in my hands.
The video that got my eyes wet was played just before the end of farewell and some of us were like standing just before the screen and seeing it, rather than caring to sit on the seats. Later, the video made the moment so emotional that we had lost every other emotion. It was just sheer sadness driven on our face, as we would be leaving our friends, our teachers, our school where we had spent 1/4th part of each day….of our lives…
But, that was a part of life and we couldn’t stop it. Me, being a sensitive guy, was lost in this, completely. There was nothing in my mind, except for the images of my friends, and me, doing work together, slapping each other, playing with each other, enjoying and living life with each other. Every nice memory was just striking again and bumping in my head. There was nothing else but the feeling of ‘how it feels when a child has to leave his mother for the first day of school!’
Lost in the video, i didn’t care about my seat. My Gift, was right there, on my seat, waiting for me to come and pick it up!
But, i couldn’t leave the chance to have some last snaps with the beautiful flowers that i’ve seen blooming up beside me. These memories were important, afterall. Soon, officialy, the night was called off and the farewell wishes had come from teachers. The programme had come to an end.
Just when i was about to step out of the school, i felt as if i’m missing something….and i was like ”Oh shit….where’s my gift?!”
This little story is about a friend. A friend of mine who has changed now and feels happy that this day came in his life. Me and shivam were in…6 Comments
Her parents had gone out, for some days, sheena, alone, by herself was handling everything. A thought of hers “She had to. She was big now, 17years big” was what…6 Comments