Beautiful Book

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“How am I looking, tell me, shona?” she asked her sister, Shristi, placing a delicate hair strand on her left ear.
“You’re always pretty, Kriti di” Shristi smiled at her with braces.
Kriti turned to her and praised her dressing sense as Shristi always chose their dresses.

As her sister finished her appraisal and bid her goodbye for a party, Shristi caught her reflection in the mirror. “We’re sisters, really?” she thought.

She ran her sun kissed palms on face circling her pink pimples that were witnessing teenage. She smiled at herself but found braces smiling back at her. Her big eyes hidden behind glasses felt wet. She controlled, echoed to her heart,” My beautiful day will come, I will make sure it comes” and went back to her books.

Mountains

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It is about a trekking I had when I went to visit to Wayanad in Kerala (India) with my lovely friends.We climbed the Chembra peak. And I was one of my experiences that I will always cherish. I thought so much to write about it but then I didn’t know where to start and where to end. So, I have finally summed it up in two simple lines,

 

“Why dreams and mountains are so high and hard to win..?”

“Because it’s never about destination but the journey..”

Mirror

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“So you found her, Rishee?”,Anjali said to me with those days in her eyes.

“Who?”, I answered hiding the acknowledgment in my mind.

“Anjali 2.0”, she said in air taking sip of her favorite green apple vodka and I felt my lips tightening.

“So what about your nth breakup party here..” , I said bitterly and instantly grouted guilt.

“You know..I feel pity on you..”

I grinned waiting for the sharp words ahead.

“She will be your mirror showing you didn’t get me..”, she said and cried a laughter.

I knew nothing to do just to laugh with her.

Decisions

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“Can’t you stay for one more day..?”, she asked  looking at him pleasingly.

” C’mon, don’t act like a child.. You’re a strong gal..!!”, He said walking back to room from the balcony.

“Yeah I am.. But I am also a girl who fears tomorrow..”

“I can’t stay…”, he said knowing he has nothing else to say.

” I should leave then..”, she answered with heavy but empty heart.

Waves of Ways

 

Seen many ways till this date

Some were lovely but some were of hate

Seen many people in a haste

Some were still calm and happy but some were in rage

Seen so many houses built across

Some opened the door wide but some closed while I crossed

Seen many birds who were flying as I climbed

Some distracted my eyes but some hummed and rhymed

Seen all, I sat on the awaited destination to think

What I shall I cover now and what life will bring

Thought all and answer was one

Every path was same unlike choices made, but with some twisted turns

Peace to the man who, from heart, forgive all

With love for those who helped him to cover the way on the needed call.

Betrayals

“I may fail”, she said morosely.
“C’mon, I will help you!”, he assured.
“I am afraid to cheat”
“Oho! Nothing would happen believe me”
“Yeah! I do”

*******
“Write fast..!”, he commanded as the invigilator moved to the other aisle.
“Yea..trying..”, she said while writing with trembling fingers.

*******
“Woah! It’s fun..I didn’t know I can cheat too”, she said gleefully and winked at him.
He laughed feeling confused how to take her away from her last said betraying words.

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