DAD AND SON 3

DAD AND SON 3

… Sarika went to the door and found a man standing with a grey scarf on his head. He was also well hidden and she became frightened by looking at him. “Who are you? ” asked Sarika. “Do you really don’t know who I am? “. said the another man. “No, I have not seen you ever” replied Sarika. “Then you will get to know everything soon” replied the man. He pushed Sarika and entered the house. There was nothing in the room except both the friends. They were very happy to see each other and the women came to know what all their intentions were. It was a well played game of robbery and they both wanted to rob the precious gold which was secretly kept at Sarika’s house. The man in disguise had invited his teammate to give his hand in robbery. “Who are you? You bloody liar, you cheated us and played with our innocence. I will not spare you. Wait, let me call the police” replied Sarika in an angry tone. “Ohh, wait my X wife. My eye was not on you. It was all about 10 KG of gold”. replied the man. “But how do you know, I have such a big amount of gold here? ” said Sarika. “Haha, I have already told you, I know much more… ” said the man. Ending this conservation, the another man started searching for the gold in house. “No, you can’t do that. It’s my wealth. I will never let you take it”. answered the angry mom. Then, the man took out the knife from his...
Soulmate

Soulmate

From strangers to best friends,From individuality to the incredible bond,We united by our soul. The above few lines I would like to dedicate to my soulmate before I start narrating our story. It was 2005 when we first met, in our second home, our school. We were in 3rd standard seated on our respected seats allotted by our then class teacher. As we studied in a convent school, it was a rule or I can say a punishment for all of us at that time to be seated with the opposite gender so that we wouldn’t talk much and discipline would be maintained. It was recess time and all of us ran outside to have lunch. I used to be a shy kind of girl and was sitting with my cousin at the corner of the playground having my lunch silently. That time we had our first eye contact while she was playing with other classmates. She came to me and asked to join them, but I denied and went back to my classroom. Few days passed, but she never stopped asking me to join her while playing and always inspired me in one way or the other. One day I finally accepted her request and started playing with them. A different version of me was born that day, I found the new me. As the days continued we started sharing things, from our lunch box to the gossips we heard from somewhere. We became the talkative ones in our class who were always scolded by the teachers. Due to the nuisance, we created, our class teacher parted us...

An elysian relationship

The thread of trust that binds the two friends is fragile. Once broken, once damaged; repair can’t be done.I have always been an introvert – Somebody who was too shy to question the people and naïve enough to not to take a stand for her own. I was easily manipulative and reclusive. The world outside seemed attractive but I always feared to make myself a part of it. It was a troublesome period. And to become an entirely different person, there’s someone who has helped me a lot. I have always been an introvert – Somebody who was too shy to question the people and naïve enough to not to take a stand for her own. I was easily manipulative and reclusive. The world outside seemed attractive but I always feared to make myself a part of it. It was a troublesome period. And to become an entirely different person, there’s someone who has helped me a lot. My best friend is one of the classy girls I have ever met. She has an unparalleled aura to which anyone would be instantaneously attracted. I met her when I used to be a meek lass who was afraid to strike a conversation with anyone. We became friends and over a period of time, we turned into best of friends. Our relation has been subjected to a colossal amount of difficulties and misunderstandings. It stayed unfazed by the harsh challenges. Since I was a coy girl, it was only she whom I totally trusted. I admit I was over-possessive too but then for a person like me who never received affection...
Friends!

Friends!

Taking covers off me, my mother wakes me up. “There are so many preparations to make and you are still sleeping? Wake up Amaira.” Her shoulder length black hair is tied into messy bun, her typical morning look. Unblemished skin, short stature and big black eyes. I am so tall for 16-year-old. I tease her that I am biologically mutated because I don’t resemble to anyone in this house. My aunts are coming this evening for my 17th birthday which is day after tomorrow. My mother insists me calling them Masi, means maa jaisi. Trust me they all love me a lot. After my daily routine, I went to rearrange bookshelf which is downstairs. While dusting I found a diary, covered with faded purple colour. I brought the diary in my room to read it. I opened and it says, year 2013-14.   April 10th, 2013Kiara and Sumayra are mad at me. Kiara has been supportive but now she is giving me disapproving looks. Sumarya is so mad that she won’t even look at me. I know I did mistake by contacting my ex again. The relationship was five years long. I hate to agree with them that it has been emotionally abusive relationship for past one year. April 18th, 2013“Either choose him or us,” Sumayra said irritated. I paused for a moment, then I said, “I promise, it’s you guys.” They both hugged me and I hugged them back. She had been just into a fight because somebody commented on me. Kiara had to drag her out of the class before the fight get more worse. I know...

Joy of being together!

Traveling down the memory lane, I found all of the good and only good memories, Shruti and I created. More than a cousin, she has always been a friend and a family. I still remember the very first day of our school life. The teacher made us hold our hands and reach the playground, while some munchkins were busy teasing her for her curly hair. She started crying and I could not resist watching her cry, hence I tried to scare the nuts with my anger. Teacher noticed and when she learnt what was actually happening, advised all of us to stay disciplined in the school premises. Since then, our hands might have holded and released each other’s, but our hearts always cared. It has been 20 years since we know each other and the bond has only been growing stronger. The cries in the cradle, the school life, the family time, the coaching hours, the parties, the road trips and this time at college and hostel, we have been sharing all of this together. Hours seem to pass like seconds with her on my side (This is probably because she speaks a lot). May it be winning trophies together or getting stuck in the cliffhanger, we have been in the same periphery of happiness and confusion. People around us think we would be together hereafter too. I secretly wish the same! This is the last year at college and maybe, the two of us would catch different roads, but I hope this togetherness to exist for lifetime. When it comes to her jokes, undoubtedly, they are silly but...

Swirl through dreams

Sweat all over, I woke up with fear embracing my face completely. They say dreams are the realities that we live in our own self created world. This thought scared me even more. Letting your emotions come up on your face is the biggest mistake one can commit. Mistake? You might think. Yes!!!! Mistake. Why? Well, there’s a tiny terrible tale that’ll reasonably convince you answering your WHY ! Losing you had been my biggest fear. It still is. Am I losing you or it was just a random dream? Every dream has a base for it. Everything that happens must have a reason or two. Does this logic apply to dreams...