The young man was the murderer. He had his reason behind the murder (Maybe the rights for his eyes). No one ever knew that he was the murderer.

The girl started to love him, the so called unconditional love. Never she tried to grab his attention. She just loved him in her own ways. For long she didn’t understand that she was only there in his heart too. (Maybe the definition of soulmates fit here perfectly).

Soulmates are supposed to know each other. So no twists here too. The lovers met and dreamed together.

The twists happened when she happened to see her father’s ***** with him ( oh..please bear with me, I Donno what was that ****). And the mysteries revealed, that he was the murderer of her father. Till then, he too didn’t know that the girl was the daughter of his enemy whom he had killed.

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Akhila, where are you going with this common theme?…😉

Frankly, I Donno, what’s going to happen next in this story. Maybe she would have excused him  as time passed as time can heal anything. Or maybe she would have taken revenge against him.

But an afterthought: Wouldn’t it have been good if the truth was never revealed? They were meant for each other and they could have lived peacefully without any guilt feeling, if so. I know truth is never to be concealed, but here all the miseries started with truth only.

The pain was eating her from top to heels. But his waves of love were more than enough for her to ignore the pain.

It was devastating, the entire city got crushed. People were buried alive. The three kids were screaming in the rescue center, missing their parents……..

Yes, it was very pathetic, But I didn’t cry.

Later, she was managing the entire show as her parents were killed in that attack. She took care of her sisters, fed them, slept with them.

And this time, my tears were almost on their verge of escaping..

I don’t want to control my tears, let it flow down. It was not the tears of pain, but something else, someother sort of emotions…what’s that called..?

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Oh! My dictionary has become food for ants.  Did they enter the bookbinding to learn some new words and mock at me?

I literally had to struggle to kick them out of my book. So many were killed during the process though not cautiously. I was a little bit worried on seeing them losing their lives. But did I have any other options to save my dictionary?

Seems my mirror neurons (The neurons which fires your empathy and allows you to grasp the emotions of others) are activated a little bit. But still am I really guilty for what I did? I can’t kill an animal or a bird. (Not because of my goodness but to save myself from the guilty feeling) If my mirror neurons are working then, why not fully in the case of these poor ants? If I could hear them crying, maybe I wouldn’t have.. Is it like that..? I donno actually.

An afterthought: Actually why do we need to have this weird phenomenon of empathy causing all these confusions? Actually is it really empathy or selfishness as I posted in Painful..

There is a bowl of salad with green, red, yellow and orange vegetables grabbing my attention. Being attracted by the colours, I took an orange piece with my fork. At once, the pale green piece, near to the orange one, jumped back and buried itself. Then to my surprise, I found many more pieces trying to escape from my fork.

What happened to my salad..? Are these vegetables playing hide and seek?

Just like every other living being, do plants feel pain?

But science tells me ‘Without a nervous system, you can’t feel pain and hence the plant won’t feel it’.

After all, is pain an essential stuff for life?

The poor plants even don’t have an option to move to escape from pain. So better to believe that the creator is not as cruel as to make the plants feel that torture of pain.

“I am raped, brutally raped.. Media are celebrating me..”

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“Oh ! thank God.. It’s not me..” Is this not the first feeling flooding into your mind reading newspapers or watching television news?

Then we all sympathize or empathize.. That’s all we can do or we are doing.. Merely word plays. Even I am not an exception to this word play.

How can the actions work before words start their play?

Can we really shoe her position and understand the torture and help her rescued?

I do believe in Ahimsa. But what if Ahimsa fails in a selfish world..?

It is high time to start the game of revenge as there is no heart not only for rapists but for laws also..

— womanly notions

Affirmative or constructive comments stimulate us a lot. It’s an art to speak in that way. Even in this wordpress world, we always feel better to read comment which has got something to tell us positively. It could be even a critic one, but makes us to wear a thinking hat after reading it.

I don’t mind whatever you tell me as I have a got a filer to my senses and a powerful blessing of short term memory with respect to the bad. 😉 (Of curse, it doesn’t mean that I am trouble-free.)

But I have seen some offensive comments, going on here and there, especially with people who may not have such a “filter”.

Why do we want to hurt someone’s ego with an offensive comment..?

So just a thought:

Why can’t we make them smile with our comment..?

Why can’t we make them feel better with our approach..?

Please don’t hesitate to offend me now, if you feel in the other way. 😉

People may tell like, “I don’t mind whatever you think about me. I will say whatever I think”. Even then, my question is, “Do your inner self agree to your offensive nature? Can you still continue without least botheration of your words..?”

I assumed the world to be what I read through newspapers. I felt much familiar to the world I live. I was pleased with all the humanly pleasures around my realm. I know there are pains, suffering, depressions, and all such anguishes in this world. Still I thought it to be a happy world, keeping the reality apart.

Miles to go before I sleep.. (As in Robert Frost’s language)

I was charged like an electron to shock anyone

when people applauded on my brainpower.

I was overwhelmed in proudness to envy anyone

when every data danced in the way I sang.

My proudness touched the boundary of universe

when I solved toughest of tough problem.

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But I failed to read the enigmas of the world

The material world of pains and worries.

I failed to detach the fake belief and it adopted

The whole world as it is seen in my eyes.

I failed to read the harsh realities outside my walls.

My mistake to misread it as the real world.

Now, I realise I was an empty shell so far, which

Failed to catch the lives outside my curtains.