Writings - Unknown

Want to read from the start? Click here . ***  "What's happening here?" Ram asks Kalyani. She is in the middle of a make up session.  "Yeah, you're right. I also don't know what's happening here. I actually thought it will take less time" Kalyani answers while the makeup artist gives final touchings for her. "Common Kalyani - this is not a joke." "What happened?" Kalyani stops the makeup artist and looks at Ram. Ram takes her aside to a corner. "I know it doesn't make any sense. But please answer me. Are we getting married?" asks Ram. "Yes. What happened to you? Are you alright?" "I don't think I am. I am not understanding why we both are getting married." "I am sorry, what?" Kalyani shakes her head in confusion. "No, I am sorry, Kalyani. I know it may seem completely strange, but I honestly don't remember how I ended up to have a wedding with you. I don't know what is h...

Want to read from the start? Click here .  ***  Shiva's childhood was not a normal one. He was angry with society. Angry with the system. When he could not get treatment for his ailing mother just because he had no money, he wanted to hit the doctor - but he was stopped by the Bhai. No one knows the actual name of Bhai. He has never shared it with anyone, nor anyone has asked him. The fear he commands is very contrasting to the calm demeanor he possessed. He never gets angry - he remains absolutely still even if there was a chaos surrounding him. He is always dangerously calm. "Control the anger, kid", Bhai suggested young Shiva in the hospital. "Who are you to tell me? He denied treatment for my mother." Shiva was shaking with anger. "Oh is it? Well, that's wrong." Bhai took a deep breath. He asked some of his men to hold the doctor, and told the others to fetch his personal doctor for Shiva's mother's treatment. Without disturbing his rig...

  I will be alone and old, the countdown is in breaths; And then I will meet her, on one of the hospital visits; I remember her meds,  She remembers mine; Holding hands becomes more than a romantic sign.   We don't run- we move; We don't hustle- we bloom.   We get tired quickly, We go to sleep early; We spend the holidays away by cuddling lovely.   I say 'I love you' many times, She kisses me many times, We remember to spread love, Before we no longer can.  Our time is limited- the chances are less; That's exactly why- We spend it more wise.  Our stories never end,  Our affection never fades; Isn't this better than love that fail?  

I live by flowing, I flow by leaving; I gain by losing, I lose by gaining. I sing to the ears of no being; I stop words in mid- To watch birds flying. I create and let go, for I own nothing; Oh my soul, may you swim in the sea of stars, may you swim,  in the sea of stars; go and go,  away from the noise; flow and flow,  towards the voice;  stay and rest,  it is your choice. 

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...

  Want to read from the first? Click here .  ***  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 he...

  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 ...