Sara Writes

  DISCLAIMER : This is not a work of friction but a real experience I had as a child. So as it is real and as I would not like to put any superficial detail to it, you may feel that it is boring or unnecessary… Also, real names are not used in this piece. Life of Hopes It must have been the summer vacation of sometime earlier than 2015.  My mother and I thought of visiting my maternal grandmother, whom I would call Granny. One of my mother’s brother and sister were already there. It did not take as long for us to bond again as it takes nowadays. My uncle had two children, Alisha and Avez, and so did my aunt, whom I would like to call, Rahim and Rahel. Most of our time would pass together on the second floor of the house. The second floor had two rooms, one for my other uncle and another was a guest room. Following the good old tradition, we seized the guest room. In the guest room, we were hallowed with luxuries like a television, a huge bed, a small table with a few chairs,

  Pelora Valley This was an unexpected visit for Arya but rather expected for her colleagues. Getting late for the office, dozing off in meetings, and messing up with files had become her routine for a week. On one of those uncertain days, the manager of the sales department called Arya and advised her to either take a vacation or work from home.   Arya was more than happy to choose a vacation. But it wasn’t going to be a vacation in any way. Arya’s grandfather who lived in the Pelora Valley had fallen seriously ill. Which had become a point of misery for Arya too. The same day she left for the Pelora Valley. In the eastern part of the country, beyond the vast stretches of tea gardens there, lay this small Valley, with a population of around 500 people and thousands of untold stories. When Arya entered the gloomy little house which her grandfather had made after his retirement from the Indian Army, what she saw was unexpected. While her last visit two years back her grandfath

The untouched pleasure, the plight of the weather, there it stands so clever, but I don't know if it would do any better, and I don't know if I would be the ator. It's hard for me to do it ever, but still, I endeavor, and yet I fail, soever. People think I haver, and still, I wonder, ever or never...  

                                           Simran's Diary Saturday, January 2020 2:00 a.m. Sup Diary? Today was a different day...huh...not like yesterday when I said it was a different day because mum didn't talk about my marriage, anyway she talked double about my marriage today... It was just a different type of different day today...okay?? So I was really tired of making my dinner myself and I landed in a  restaurant near my house, which I have not seen before. It was a dark one with little compartment-like structures for each table and as I passed them I found the place more like a depression release salon. IT WAS NOT A BAR.  I took a whole round of the restaurant which was like all the tables stuck to the four walls leaving spaces for the exit, cook's room (yeah I tried to peek in, as always) and the waiters in insane red clothes were moving everywhere.  The tables were all occupied so I was going to exit but a waiter came to me and said: "Ma'am c

Shimmer and shine, All of them go in a line, Toffees and chocolates,  I wish you and your mates. Cakes and balloons, Let's get rid of all the fools. Faults and mistakes, Let's leave them on fates. Ham and burger, We'll be better in the future...

If I had a bubble life, as a bubble does, Of a second or so. I'd like to be part of the biggest river, which rises in high spirits, and ends up giving all its wealth. If I had a bubble life, Of a second or so... If I had a bubble life, I'd like to surround myself with well-wishers, and tell those who don't like me, "Back off" If I had a bubble life, Of a second or so... If I had a bubble life, I'd like to do the most courageous thing, Cause I've gotta die in a second or so. If I had a bubble life, Of a second or so... If I had a bubble life, I'd like to make people around me love me, Cause happiness increase by sharing or so. If I had a bubble life, as a bubble does, Of a second or so...

A week had passed and Shrishti had been ignoring Zara. Hasn't Zara been her best and only friend in school, yes, but not just a friend, also her own, self-created enemy? Zara was a really good friend but also a really bright student, and Shrishti had failed to be like her.  After ten years of passing school, she had barely talked to Zara, blocked her phone number, and avoided physical meetings like reunions. Why? because of the extreme jealousy, the way people think she is invisible when Zara is around.  But now she has escaped all of it. There was nothing in which she had to show her down.  A familiar voice behind her asked "Hey, is that Shrishti...I'm sorry if you are not Shrishti" Shrishti turned back, okay so now she needs to confront Zara. Why was she so lost in her thoughts that she didn't even realize that Zara had seen her and now she was here! Zara waved her hand in front of Shrishti's face "hello"  "Hi, I'm Shrishti...but sorry I f