Don’t forget finishing touches. It makes everything complete and look more professional.

 

I donno when did I start to admire you..? I even don’t know how come I fall for you..?

You appear in front of me whenever I wish. You make me laugh forgetting all my worries. When I am with you I feel as light as a dandelion flower. You untie me from all my networks and make me float in the air freely.

You know why I am behind you..?

Your innocence and creativity [mischief-maker in others eyes] made me fall for you.

I know you are always trying to create a good time with all but unfortunately resulting in the opposite mode. It’s not your fault, dear. But how sad when people fail read your loveliness and affection.

You opened me to a world of varying perspectives with your never ending chat.

“Mein ek panch sal ka bada bacha hum” [I am a five your old big boy] —– how sweet when you start like this with your big mouth

I am a big fan of your adventures, Master Shin-chan.

Love you shinchan, love you a lot….

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Read about shincahn: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crayon_Shin-chan

Read the first part here….

Stand together and eradicate injustice – Part 1

I ran towards him. But before I could reach him, I found him assaulted by those people who was there on the other side of the street earlier.

Whats going on..? Someone rushed to me and dragged me a few meters away from the spot.

And at once I heard a noise. It was a blast. I looked back and found the flesh and bones of my dream rising high in the sky along with fire.

I was frozen. I felt some veins being broken inside my brain.

Who is all that around me? where am I? Am I admitted in a hospital?

How long have I been here..? Just an hour back. Aren’t I taken here a few weeks back.?

Someone is sitting beside me. It is him who saved me from that blast.

“How many are dead in that blast. ? Why did you save me?”

He just smiled and said “Only one. And you are saved from a devils hand and not from the blast”

It took me a lot of time to realize what he said and left unsaid.

Yes, it is a world where in people are least dared to stand together against injustice. This might be an uncivilised thought as in Castrate them. But do such child abusers deserve anything lesser?

I am fed up.. I cannot wait here anymore

I need to go home. Oh it started raining too. How come I miss my umbrella? Or did I forget it somewhere? I think i have kept in the juice shop.

Should I go back and collect my umbrella or hire a taxi and go home?

Or should I wait a few more minutes? But it is going to heavily rain soon. Seems I have got a roof of clouds which are just about to collapse. Better to find some shelter before the droplets hit me on.

While walking towards a nearby shop, I found something strange on the other side of street, on my left side. There was a ten year old girl surrounded by a few people. The girl was carrying something in her hand, something like a big white carry bag. It was not much clear for me as she was on the other side of street.

Oh, she is distributing some packets to the people around her. And they are keeping it to their chest and praying for a moment.

My phone is ringing, the same ring tone for which I was waiting for long. My heart started to jingle. Yes, I heard the voice which I wanted to hear on the other side of my phone. I was asked to look right. Oh, it’s him. He is coming towards me. How bad it would have been if I had left without waiting for him. I would have missed him forever if I had gone.

He is just a few feet away from me. My eyes could feel only his presence, nothing around me.

Oh, what’s that happening..why is he falling down? Did someone shoot him? But I didnt hear any voice..Or any heart attack..? Oh God, is this what you wanted..?

To be continued.. stay tuned

Certain bonds are unaffected if never met or contacted for long.

And still then you are free to knock at their door all of a sudden on a day.

Such friendships are really precious where in you can be with them forgetting your whole ego.

No worries of being discovered as you are exposed to them fully.

No qualms of any greedy eyes as you live in their heart only.

Raise the curtain of your life and always be present on the stage facing the claps and stones.

 

It was a clean murder. Still no one was much concerned. No one even said a word about her. Normally when someone is no more, people start pitying them, say good words about them. But nothing like that happened in her case now. She was my ever best friend. So it is indeed an irreparable loss for me.

But what can I do?

In this world it’s me only who can’t ever forget her. Two waterfalls have already begun from my watery eyes. I feel so lonely without her. She could only make me complete. Without her I am just a piece of lifeless flesh and bones.

Oh! God, I need her back at any cost.

Now I pity myself for killing her over the intuition of my logical brain. At that time there had a fight between my logical brain and emotional mind. And finally the logical brain won ever the poor emotional mind.

Yes, I am the murderer of my own emotional mind. I killed her and buried her deep inside my heart.

“Please come back my friend, and let me be with you”

 

International Festival of Letters is vibrating in the heart of Trivandrum. This Festival of Letters on Feb 2-4, 2018 bring together over 100 international and Indian writers, speakers and performers at the Kanakakkunnu Palace. Writers and speakers from over 10 countries are there in the venue now.  

The open sessions under some big trees and under those bamboo groves are really really mind blowing. 

Have a look here for further details. http://www.mbifl.com/

Curtain rose. People appeared on stage. There were paints and powders on their faces. All were happily singing and dancing all around. Oh the show didn’t end there too; the masked people were trying to make others happy too. What a fantastic world, hmmm.

I too believed in their show offs until I found some more faces in the stage whose eyes reflecting something deep, some sort of distress. Nothing was spoken by them. But those eyes were trying to convey something on this drama. “What can be done when people try to please each other at the cost of a third person’s comfort?”

Even sometimes my devilish mind imagines all these ‘pleasing games’ to be some dramas or show offs by those people. Can they continue with these manipulations throughout their life just to please some other selflessly? And more over to that while making someone happy they hurt some other souls knowingly or unknowingly. These actors are never bothered on the souls who are hurt by the mutually pleasing games.

Making others happy is indeed a great thing. But it should neither be at the cost of one’s own total comfort nor a third person’s.

Ma’am, the token of respect makes me uncomfortable.

I don’t like to be called Ma’am or Madam. Well, except in some hotels or offices or with strangers, we might have to use and hear that. I know it’s just a polite term and nothing to do with one’s status or age. It never makes me feel old, but it makes me odd with some sort of discomfort on hearing certain people calling me Ma’am

In my apartment, the cleaning staffs used to call me Ma’am. They were of my mother’s age and so it was a kind of uneasiness for me. Still I couldn’t ask them to change it.

Yesterday morning during some causal talks, one of those cleaning staffs addressed me ‘mole’ [daughter] and I was so pleased to hear that. Now I know what was causing me distress on hearing her calling me Ma’am. Hope she won’t call me Ma’am anymore.