A Date!

Slightly quirky ambience.

A basket of gummy bears on each table with two wine glasses placed on the holder.

Tanay had invited Sanika to one of the most unpredictable places for their first date. But for her, it was perfect.

Sanika and Tanay had been best friends for about four years now. Non-judgemental rebels who reveled in each others company soon started working together for child mental healthcare. Sanika, a born writer, a chemical engineering graduate and a hidden actor, was in bliss to find the perfect partner! Tanay, a soft-spoken but strong character in his field of financial investments, was fascinated by Sanika’s passion for psychological well-being of children. At the core, both valued the gift of childhood since they were scarred in theirs!

“So, what do we order first, wine?”, Tanay spoke softly, just like he always did.

“Gummy bears are about to get over”, complained the childish side of Sanika

Tanay loved how vulnerable as a human being Sanika was! This vulnerability to emotions is what captivated Tanay’s attention at the Volunteer’s Meet at the NGO.

Watching Tanay manage the finances of a group of a hundred people distributed all over the city with a peaceful mind and with an ease she could never do the same for a single individual intrigued her.

Sanika was looking for the waiter to get some more gummy bears to dip in the coke she would soon order. She felt Tanay fidgeting with his briefcase.

Sanika was puzzled, “Did the lock break again?”

“No, I brought something for you. This thing has just got stuck”

Watching You!!

I adore and abhore nothing more than the social media accounts. Keep no doubts in me not being a celebrity or an accomplished magnate of some kind, I am still pissed off with the interventions made by people into my life through my Facebook or Instagram accounts and similar situations faced by you, my fellows.

Apparently, people who know you pretty well and not related to you by blood in anyway choose to take a complete control over your life by investigating into your personal space as if they are entitled and obliged to do so. It is an irony that with the connectivity on virtual platforms, the same people who you meet in person do feel the need to stalk your crush, family and probably check your history ( or geography) over the past years you lived or wasted.

While Abhishek-Aishwarya, Katrina and Kareena keep bickering about the nuisance media causes, trust me all, every moment you are happily enjoying single or married life, people are watching you. This could be your aunt you met 2 days back or a friend of yours who you just told you like someone – they all want a backlog of where it started, how it started and who the hell your crush is. Well, coming to the display fronts, they are apparently within the limits but you can find your gut screaming they are already way beyong OFF THE LIMITS!!

So I was just visiting my friend the other day and she had told some of her friends at work that she was in love with some guy. All immediately got to work wanting to investigate the whereabouts of this guy (It is a social media pact you sign, you know, just in case you do noy belong to the clan, you should know!). A friend who had not been following her INSTAGRAM account for more than a year started following her and with all the sweat and blood managed to find out who the man of my friend’s dreams is. Had my friend not concealed her Facebook friends-list, her friend wouldn’t have had to follow on some other account.

But that’s the fun part, how someone’s life could become a soap opera or a tiny movie once you bombard your NEAR and DEAR ONES with a hint of your big news! Watching over you and your past, present and future is such an ultimate goal for these media-hoggers that they would go to any extent sparing their precious time and energy to stalk you and check on your where-abouts navigating through thousands and millions of posts and images stacked on to this privately public internet.

Gonna grab a coffee, but watch out if someone is watching you ??

See the fire in her!

See the fire in her…. 

When she walks out of the home,

A child holding her hand,

With the files tucked under her other arm, 

With the white forehead they see,

With the eyes prying on her body that remains uncovered by the black skirt and the white shirt,

She walks with a confidence on her face, 

Dignity in her walk, 

Strength in her talk, 

And an innocent smile on her child’s face who knows nothing. 

 

As she walks, see the fire in her!

 

 

 

 

Shadow

The shadow of a white crystal is dark

The shadow of an ailment is cure

The shadow of a struggle is wisdom

The shadow that follows the dark is the morn

How She Killed Jonathon’s Son – Part I

Unlike many parents, Shelly knew what she was doing with her son, she understood the impact of it on her family and she dared to acknowledge it. She was choking her son to an extent that he had stopped breathing emotions. Sharon’s calling was made to pass away.

Sharon’s body was one caging a tornado. His spirit longed to revert to its calling. He was one of the few kids who had understood what they wanted to do earlier on in life. He understood his strengths at an age where he was not sure about his weaknesses. With the most beautiful eyes, Sharon kept looking at the posters of the artists he had put up in his room.

At his age of four, Shelly would be more than happy to flaunt her son’s mimicry skills.

Continue reading “How She Killed Jonathon’s Son – Part I”

The Morphing Feelings and The Mall

I sometimes find feelings like the articles displayed in a mall while people keep walking in and out of it.

Some get entertained for few minutes, some for an hour and some stay there for a day. Feelings are like that. They do not occupy a constant place in our minds and hearts. 

We do not always hate someone, the hatred comes after some incident that might have struck an animosity between two people. It stays within a person depending on his mindset – sometimes it takes few days, sometimes few months and sometimes a year or more for the feeling to die or sublime I would say. 

Love is not much different. Love morphs. Just like hate, love either evolves or perishes over time. Even if the relationship stays intact, love changes its course. For instance, a couple falling in love would exhibit a different dimension of attraction than a couple who has been together with their kids for ten years.  Continue reading “The Morphing Feelings and The Mall”

Kids these days…

Kids these days….

Isn’t this one of the most popular phrases? Even the college-going youngsters use it for their nieces and nephews!

Kids these days, I feel and believe. are smarter than we were. Generation gap could be less than two years, nowadays. The world is growing so fast. New technologies and innovations have galvanized this unprecedented Continue reading “Kids these days…”

Just a Little Salt

I was once a slightly short-tempered (the art of moderation used here!) little girl. I would fail to understand the miracle of having profoundly intelligent and yet mischievous friends around me.

However, things changed when I met a new friend of mine at a coffee shop – a sixty year old man, really well-dressed and well-mannered, pulled out the chair for his wife. His wife must be 55, I guess (although she looked like 45!). He went ahead, placed the order at the counter and returned.

I was as usual waiting for my friend, cooling my cup of hot caffeine…trying to focus on the book while invariably staring Continue reading “Just a Little Salt”

Growing up – On my birthday

Much to my dismay, I am about to make it to the 25th year of my mundane life.

Who likes growing old, do you?

But still we have to blow out the increasing number of the candles every year, right?

I would still love to go back to those school days, pack my satchel and walk down to my school van.

I would love to go back to the college where I would spend my time in the library and the research laboratory again (and not break the glassware this time)

And lastly, I would want to go back and correct all the things that I did wrong.

Well, too late to think about all of that now. Continue reading “Growing up – On my birthday”

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