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Long time ago, there was a king and a queen living in a forest. One day, the queen wanted to go for a vacation outside the forest. So the queen asked the king - "O King! I have been wanting to ask you something - can we go somewhere outside this forest? Like a trip?" The king replies - "To where, my queen?" "Anywhere is fine, my King! I cannot stay here no more"  "Well, my dear queen, to be honest, it will be the same - the same mountains, same waterfalls - you can't feel any difference." Disappointed, the queen walks away and reaches the nearby lake. There, she saw her reflection - not only that, she saw the sky! The Queen runs back to the King and asks - "Can we visit the sky?" "my dear queen, to be honest, the sky is very plain, what will be there to see in sky, my queen?" "Till we reach there, we can't tell for sure right?" replies the queen.  "But how can we travel in sky? We don't have any floo...

  It's Janaki.  Ram saw her for the first time when she came to his room. He was rearranging the things on the dressing table and saw her through the mirror - A tall woman with yellow kurta and long hair, with two golden bangles on one hand and a watch on the other. "Hi, sorry, I didn't mean to disturb..", she said. "No, that's fine. So, you must be Janaki?" She smiled. "Yes, that's right. This is your room?" "Well, if you like it, then no longer mine." Then he gave a mini tour of the room - the sunlight through windows, attached washroom, wooden cupboard, a small chair and table setup for studying.  "Thanks, I will go downstairs." Janaki told him. "Sure."  Ram parents had to give away his room for rent as they were struggling financially, in which Janaki moved in. Janaki did not like the hostel of her college, especially the food. Ram's house was nearer to her college.  After helping Janaki with the shifti...

  It's Kalyani. "Hey, wake up! Do you know what time it is!?", she is shouting and kicking him. "Ah! Stop it! Don't you have any other work? Why come to my house and hit on me?" Ram rubs his eyes, and sits upright on the cot, with his legs still glued to the floor. He is not aware due to the thick bed sheet, but the Sun has started glaring at him. "Anger huh? Why did you come to my house yesterday then? You did not have any other work?" "When I have come?" "Yes, yes, right. You did not come up. Go and get freshened up."  But it is easier said than done for Ram to freshen up. He takes time these days to do even the tiniest things. His mind is left alone to take decisions as his heart is not available. The poor, broken heart is still trying to recover and reorganize.  Ram walks slowly and picks up the towel from the pile of clothes in the brown wooden chair beside his single bed. He tries to close the window.  "Leave that to ...

Time. An eternal thing that existed before us and will exist after us. It does not stop for anyone and anything. It continues to march forward, unraveling future - until there exists nothing to unravel. In many cultures, time is considered very sacred that they equate it to God. I would agree with that. The quality that grants the superiority to time is its Irreversibility - a moment once gone, it is impossible to get it back. We may recreate a given moment at a later point, but not in its entirety. Never. Some of our tasks require us to be in sync with time. Given that a moment may not come back, we need to act before it passes. To say - we need to match the 'timing'. Cracking a good joke, proposing to your loved one, catching up on a pending task - Timing is of utmost important. Any amount of effort gets wasted if the task is not done within the given time. The cost of missing the timing can be so high that it takes our whole life to recover. But how to know if we are timing ...

The sound is still in my ears; The visual is not dying anytime soon. I was in the opposite lane, When they are crying in vain; She was rubbing his hands, Her vision blurred by tears; The other man looked out, Confused by no movement; The driver horned non-stop, The siren ringed non-stop, But nothing moved; All were aware, All were listening, but could do nothing - just like me; Every vehicle blamed  the one on its front, And the front one,  on its front. But there was never the front most vehicle, It's a line, that never ended. The line,  that could end the lifeline; The line, that could not be moved; My lane got cleared, I began to move; But they were still crying, With siren still ringing; I was moving ahead, further and further; But they were stuck, held by the line. Was it their mistake, to come here; Was I responsible, in some way for their agony? I reached home, But I still heard the siren. I slept that night, But I still saw them. The next day morning, I heard it a...

want to walk with you, wanna dance with you, hold my hands with you, but not here, not here   want to sing with you, spend my time with you, hold my kids with you, but not here, not here   not here, oh not here, where there is no space, to walk and dance   not here, oh not here, where the kids suffer, with bad breath and health   but where we go? we are bound here, wherever we go, we should return here   feeling helpless, mindless and hopeless, fearing becoming reckless and senseless.   wanna be with you, but not here, not here. Not able to move out of here, out of here. If I am doomed to be here, I don't want to bring you in here   If I am doomed to miss you here, let me carry you in my thoughts and wishes, in here, here and here. 

In a world of people who run, Choose to walk.   Choose to be simple, calm and peaceful;   Choose to breathe, analyze and empathize; Choose to forget expectations and hope;   Choose to loose, the past and its self.    Choose to remember, that you always can choose.