The Walk I remember

"Why walk alone, when we can dance together?" I said.

She gave a tangent look at me, turned back and laughed while she said, "You can apply for an assistant script writer's post in Bollywood for that line."

"Oh no! If I do so, I won't be able to go to Mumbai without you and even you'll miss me badly, won't you?" I said and made sure to stand in a position from where I can block if she thought of hitting with her bag for another cheesy line. Thank God she dint. 

It was again one of the longest walks we went for but when we reached the junction near by her place, it all felt like we just started walking from here. Three hours of walk and I still wanted to go for another round with her.

"So?" she said and turned towards me. Those glittering, big eyes conveyed a lot and my dumb, innocent brain understood nothing but just kept murmuring "She is lovely and beautiful.. and lovely.. and beautiful". I couldn't help there, it was all her beauty doing the trick.

"Hmm!" I was still thinking what to say and out of all the possible things I could, I said, "Can I walk you to your place?". The inner me, punched me in my face, lifted me high, dropped me on the ground, shook me and kept saying, "Wake up!! Wake up!! What are you doing? You asked if you walk her to her place? Seriously?". "Ah, I mean can we go for another round? Only if you don't mind cause I don't feel like going home today" I said.

"Only if you stop using those cheesy lines, Abhi!" she said and "Anything for the walk" I said to myself. I was in a different world when I was with her and trust me, my brain was not functioning at all. 

We started walking again and this time I walked even slower than before. Soon, the sky has put on it's shades. Midst the starts, I saw another moon, walking along with me, with a beautiful smile and mesmerizing eyes.

"Can we sit here, on this bench?" she asked, pointing to the bench near the garden. We sat there for a while. Silence and nothing else was present. Neither she said a word nor did I. 

May be they were right, we exchanged no words but we had one of the best conversations.

I knew that was not going to happen everyday. I knew that was not going to long like that forever. But I was happy that I met her. She taught me that life is a wonderful thing that can ever happen to anyone if you know how to live! She taught me how to live, while she was unable to live her's.

I learned what love was, from loving her!

This post has been written for https://housing.com/ and #together. Thank you Housing.com.

Found No One

Friday Fictioneers - 13 March 2015

I was not sure if I was being vindictive, because I dint even knew her name!

She might have been The Goddess in her world but definitely not mine!

I was feeling almost giddy by the time I ran to her place.

The lewd crowd of people in my path were staring as usual.

Needless to say I went to that place every day, but found no one and returned with nothing.


Linking this post to:

Five Sentence Fiction - Vindictive,
Two Shoes Tuesday - Name,
Three Word Wednesday -- Week 418(giddy, lewd and needless)
Friday Fictioneers Photo Prompt hosted by Rochelle

A New Life

Life has always been a Roller Coaster and it will always be. I believe it is not only for me, but for everyone. Be it a superhero like Iron Man or pick any common man, it is and will always be a Roller Coaster.

We never feel enough with whatever we have in our lives. Of course that is how our human nature is, our psychology is and I’m no different.

I was in college and I was returning to my hostel in a bus, along with one of my friends. It was almost dark and we were late and hungry too.

“I’m hungry bro!” I said and turned towards him. “Yeah man! Me too” he replied and got back the novel which he has borrowed from the local library. It was at least two more hours for us to reach our hostel and that was the day I learnt, time and hunger are no one’s friends. We reached a stop where we got down the bus and were walking towards a place from where we can catch another bus to reach our destination.

“Dude, do you have money?” I asked and started checking my pockets. He found some in his pockets and I found a little amount in my bag. Collectively we had 10 bucks and it was enough for us at point of time.

We soon went to a shop near by an d bought a big sweet piece of bun called ‘bun maska’ and started sharing it. We finished almost half of the piece of bread we bought while walking towards the next bus stop and it was so tasty that we started arguing over who is going to get the large. We both were hungry and we both wanted to eat more.

After a couple of minutes we reached a crossing and we were waiting for the signal to go red so that we cross the road. Surprisingly the debate for the larger share was still on and then we saw a man of our age lying on a small piece of cloth on the road. He was physically challenged and that situation was so moving that we decided to give him the larger share of our bread to him. He accepted to take it and smiled. He dint speak and we weren’t expecting him to, but he just smiled. The happiness of sharing that bread with him has filled our stomach. We felt like we were full.

That might seem a very small decision but that was one of the decisions which inspired us to help others. After that incident we have grabbed any possible opportunity to help the one in need. That incident helped us in starting a new chapter in our life, helping the needy.

I have recently joined an CSR organization too and it is altogether a different experience to be with those kids from homes we visit. Those kids changed the way I look at life. They have a little with them but they are always happy and they are always ready to share their happiness with everyone around them.

Thank you, Housing.com for this wonderful opportunity to share our experience.

You can all know more about Housing.com and go start a new life from the following link:

https://housing.com/.

Embedded below is a wonderful video by them.

Dance, Dance, Dance!!!

Courtesy: Google Images

The mud in my head and the dirt on my pants.

I'm never allowed to bed with the dust on my hands.

There's just sweat and sweat from all my glands.

When Mom asked me, "Show me your hands."

I gave her my hand and said, "Dance, Dance, Dance!!!"


This post is a part of Five Sentence Fiction Activity -- Spoiled at LillieMcFerrin.com

That kid taught me!

It was just another Saturday morning in the city of Hyderabad and yes, I was as usual wandering by making a deal with one half the inner me that I was jogging for a better health and the other half says, "Dude! Make it fast. You don't want to miss that butter dosa after you jogg or whatever you call this." I had the same butter dosa just the day before that and I was worried if I was going to miss it that day because I woke up late and that is because of the late night movie I watched the other night. 

Well, that was not just me. I looked at the hundreds of people around me and every single person had a thought which clearly shows the worry or a pinch of tension which tells them that they don't have enough in their life and they have to run, run for life or run for money. 

I went with all those mixture of thoughts for half a kilometer I stopped at a place just to look around and see the beauty of the rising sun. To my surprise I saw not one, but two suns that morning. Surprised? Yes! I saw one rising in the East and the other sitting on the footpath, selling newspapers in his school uniform and with his school bag hanging on his shoulders. Yet not complaints, no regrets but just beautiful smile whenever someone bought a newspaper from him.

I had seen one of the purest forms of smiles in the worlds that day. 

I'm not the kind of the person who reads a newspaper out of interest. But that day, I was sure that I was not going to read but I bought one from that kid. "How much?" I said. "Three rupees, bhaiyaa" he said and got back to arranging his small box, which had a little money. I gave him a five rupee coin and when he tried giving me the remaining amount, I said "keep it". 

"Why are you in a school uniform?" I asked. "I will sell these newspapers and go directly to my school from here" he answered. I had goosebumps! I asked the kid neither his name, the name of the school where he was studying nor the reason behind selling newspapers that early morning. I just dint. That kid taught me a lesson that day. It was all magical and spiritual for that moment.

That kid taught me, "No life is tough, no life is easy. It is you, who makes it what it is. Believe in yourself, have faith in yourself and spread the smiles."Me being a kid who never read a newspaper or even had bother to buy one had a very blessed life with all the luxuries and yet I was there complaining about the things that I dint have in my life and worrying about the morning butter dosa I was going to miss.

That kid had a positive attitude in life, filled with optimism and he taught me a lesson that I could never forget.

I'm not sure where that kid is and who that kid is, but I thank him in this post for the motivation he gave me that day and I just wish him the best of luck for his future.

This post has been written for https://housing.com/lookup

Another forgotten poem from my scribbles

Oh my God! It seems like my mail box is resurrecting all the forgotten scribbles.

I found another one yesterday and yes, I'm happy that I found it :)

I wrote this when I knew that one of my friends was missing us badly and was mentioning how we used to enjoy when we were together!

Here's it goes:

Courtesy: Google Images

Un lamhon ko kaise bhula payenge hum,

Jiske wajeh se bhul paaye hum bohat se ghum.

Bas faasle hi hain, jo thodi si badi hain,

Par tere yaadon se meri dil toh bhari hain.

Jab tak mujhe yaad aayegi tumhaari,

In aansuonse rahegi meri samjhouta jaari

Woh hasi mazaak tumne jo sabko baata hain,

Unke bina toh humaare zindagi mein sirf sannata hain

Un lamhon ko kaise bhulenge hum,

Jiske wajeh se bhul paaye hum bohat se ghum.