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If they fell in love with a person with disability

This is just a observation, Maybe I did the same, Once upon a time, Glorified someone, Who is in Love, With the person with a disability, I was at fault, But now I understand, How wrong was it, We often do the same, To someone who's the better half of  a differently abled, We don't realize that, It's their Right, To have a regular relationship, To have fights, To get the time.. To understand each other, We don't realize, That we are wrong at our part, Why should we do that? Everyone has some broken pieces, That can't be glued, Yes, we can see an overt disability, But do we know, What's going on inside? All we are looking at the abled person helping a disabled, It's sacrifice in the eyes of the society, The abled person becomes a Hero, In the eyes of the society, We tell them, You are great, That you choose a differently abled, As a life partner, The abled person is often seen victimized, You are so brave, That you choose a

Dependent and vulnerable- Women with Disabilities

During the evening, Usually on the evening stroll, I am on my wheelchair and a sweet music, I used to venture alone, Cutting through the darkness and breeze, In my own Apartment, It seemed safer to me, Safer than any place can be, I have been grown up here, Old people and old stories, Usually dip the moral down, But our society is safe, I thought so, Where old people can live alone, In the house of their own, What else a safer place can be? But I was told, Not to travel Alone, But I saw, Most girls of my age, Walking alone, Without a fear, Then why me? Because, They thought I was vulnerable, Because I am on a wheelchair, I can be an easy target, So I stopped going out alone, Because I began to fear, Doubting every man passing, But I couldn't live like this, Acting like a prey, I thought maybe, Maybe, I am vulnerable, More than any women can be, Maybe, I couldn't run away, From the dangerous man, Maybe they are correct, I am wrong, That&

Raawan dhyaan- Dussehra special

Ye intezaar kya h? Kiska h? Aur kyu? Yahi sochti rehti hu? Wo kya h, Jo hona h, Aur kya h, Jo khona h, Intezaar h, Din ke baad, Raat ka, Raat ke baad, Subha ka, Bas intezaar h, Intezaar kuch hone ka, Delhi ka safe hone ka, Har subha ek rape ki khabar, Na pdhne ka, Bas intezaar h, Aise Dussehra ka, Jisme saari burai jal jaye, Ek aisi durga puja ka, Jisme sab durga ban jaye, Par humne kya andar ke rawaan ko dekha? Shayad nhii , Mujhe intezaar hai, Uss din ka, Jab sab ander ka rawaan jala de, Wo raawan, Jo lalach krta h, Wo raawan, Jo har chaurahe pr bolta h, Tere ko pata h, Mera baap kon h? Wo raawan jo kanoon todkar bolta h, Arre, kuch nahi hota.. jo hoga, dekh lenge, Wo raawan jo hum sab ke andar hai, Aao usko hum jalaye, Aao sab dussehra manaye.....

Tu Chal

Tu Chal, Rukna nhi, Thakna nhi, Tu Chal, Jyoti nhi, Tu aag hai, Raftaar teri, Har saans hai, Tu chal, Beti, Tu chal, Log toh bolenge hi Tu chalegi, Toh log tokege hi, Jo bhi tu pehnegi, Uske liye log toh bolenge hi, Tu chal, Nidar hoke chal, Tera shareer hai, Jisko jism kehke, Gandgi faila di hai, Jese Sita ko bhi toh, Agni pariksha deni padi thi, Sab aj Sita ko mata kehte hai, Par Draupadi ko nhi, Kyuki Sita pavitr thi, Aur Draupadi nhi, Beti tu chal, In saare purane riwazo ko todd, Tu chal, Aj apne haq ke liye, Tu chal, Aj un nazro ko mat dekh, Jo ghoorte hai tujhe, Un logon ki baat na sun, Jo rokte h tujhe, Samundar kabhi rukta nhi, Baand se wo thamta nhi, Tu wo bhav ban, Tu chal Beti, tu chal.. Aj ye wada kr khud se, Sita nhi Durga h tu, Tu chal, Beti, tu chal.....

Depression and how I came over it

I had Cerebral palsy from my birth, but it didn't affected my health in anyway. Until, I was in 8th standard when my grandfather passed away. This incident of my life shook me to the core of my heart. My health kept degrading day by day. I was not even able to walk to the bathroom , myself. At that time, I  needed physical support of my mom, for my daily needs. My legs were in pain and I was suffering with my studies. We visited many doctors but none of them could find out, why this pain persisted. My St. Mary's school helped me alot . It was the time when I was doing my exams from home. I used to mail my answers to my school teachers. The main problem was psychological, I was drowning into depression. Depression is a word that we use normally now but it is quite dangerous. I was a chirpy girl, i used to talk alot but being at home you get to interact with a few people on a daily bases. There was a time when i used to wait for angels to take me heavenly abode. 2008 was a ye

Waqt kaha hai

Aaj kal pyaar me kho jaane ke liye waqt kaha h, Ek khoobsurat chehre par marr jaane ke liye waqt kaha h, Waqt kaha hai tapti garmi me chai ki dukaano par baith ne ka, Aaj kal pyaar ka intezaar karne ke liye waqt kaha h, Wo kehte h agar usko h mohabbat toh wo ikraar kar hi lega, Din bhar uski soch me doobne ka waqt kaha hai, Sochti thi usse kya me apni dil ki baat kr du beyaan, Par iss baat par gaur krne ka... Waqt kaha h, Din beet gye.. saal beet gye.. badala ye sansar, Pyaar vyaar ki baate ab hogyi bekaar, Phir poochha ek din is dil se... Kya ab krlu pyaar?? Toh janaab ka jawab aya.. ab tera waqt hi kaha hai.....

Being a woman writer with disability.

A woman is emotional, they say, A woman talk to much, they say, A woman has strong mind, I say, A woman has to be positive, I say, I am a writer with a disability, That's why I'm different, I write about the issues that matter, I write about issues that matter to us, Is that wrong? Being a woman writer is difficult, You can express, But you can't express everything, You can write, But you can't cross the line, You can write about making love, But you can't call it Sex, You can write about drinks,. But if you drink.. you are drunkard, As a woman.. it is difficult to live in male dominance, As a writer.. you can't always write about male dominance, A woman is judged, On each step she takes, A woman is judged on whatever she does, A woman writer, Needs to be careful about what she thinks, Even her thoughts are mastered and reformed, On what the society thinks is right for a woman, Does She have any independence of her own? I laugh at th

We learn to hate.

Society, Often points to the Worst thing about you, They poke you, They make fun of you, Because of this particular thing, Maybe you are dark, You are fat, You are too thin, Society has a problem with everything, At first, You would start hating that thing about yourself, You would try to make it alright, You would do your level best, But sometimes it is your own personality, Like I love too much, I have unconditional love in my heart, For everyone I meet, I don't care, Whether I will get back those feelings, But I love, It's a positive attitude, But, Society blames me, For loving too much, And, At some point of time, I hated this quality, I hated myself for loving, Sometimes, I even hated myself to be born, A physically challenged, But I soon realized, That it wasn't my fault, It was nobody's fault, I soon realized that society wants me to think that way, I soon realized that society wants me to feel sorry for myself, I soon realize

To All The Inaccessible Places

To all the inaccessible places To all the inaccessible places, I despise you to never let me in, Never let me in, To that bar .. which served shots, To that restaurant.. which had a bad menu, To all the public transportation, Which doesn't have a room for my wheelchair Those local markets, That had mud pool everywhere, I did take my wheelchair there, One day, The wheels stuck in the mud pool, And the mud was all over my confidence, I wanted to go home, Away from those sympathetic eyes, We took a bus, And that was a mistake, Conductor.. Unable to open the ramp, Tried to lift up my wheelchair, I felt like an object, Putting me inside the bus, Was a task, Then all those eyes, Glued upon me, As if i am an alien, Responsible for making the bus late, I despise.... To those inaccessible places, That I didn't get a chance to see, Because the ramps were unavailable, Because there wasn't any spaces, At times, In some of the restaurant, Chair and tabl

Living with Cerebral Palsy

I love to see people's faces, When i walk down the street, Often they sympathize with me, For having a disabilty, They often ask my mother, Does she go to school? I laugh, At their ignorance, Their ignorance towards the physical disabilities, I give them a stern look, A look which is full of anger, I don't know, Why people can't see me as a person, Person with a thinking mind, Or maybe they haven't seen, Anyone like me, So.. Should I just sit and let it happen,? Let it happen, With everyone, Who is differently abled... Who would be disgraced the same way.... Or should I voice out? Voice out to each person, Who did the same, When they saw someone with a disability, And ask the same question, Just to sympathize, I just can't sit quite, I would continue writing about the prejudices, Until one day, A beautiful day, When they would question me... No More!!!!

Wo kon tha

Wo kon tha, Jo bachpan le gaya, Le gaya wo hansi, Wo chulbul si aada, Wo Kon tha, Jo khelta tha Uske saath, Jaane kab usko wo, Khilona bna dala, Wo kon tha, Jo bachi ko samjh na paya, Itna khudgarz koi kese ho gaya, Bachi se wo raato ki neend le gaya, Wo kehti thi, Bhoot h wo, Jo raat ko ata h, Aur pyaar se usse gale lagata h, Wo pagali thi, Wo choti thi, Jisne isko pyaar samjh liya, Kabhi apni maa ko, Iss pyaar ka pata nhi chalne diya, Wo pyaar nhi tha, Wo kuch aur hi tha, Aaj bachi Ko ye samjh aya, Kya usse sharm nhi ati thi, Kyu bachi ke saath wo so paya, Darrinda tha wo, Usne bachi ka bachpan mitta dala....

Jaane do

Aaj hawao me mujhe udd jaane do, Aise hi mausam me kahi kho jaane do, Kahi door badalo me mujhe tum reh jaane do, Kuch ankahi si baatein hothon tak aa jaane do, Wo pal jo beet gaya uski yaad seene se nikal jaane do, Dil ke uss khalipan ko naayi yaado se bhar sa jaane do, Zindagi kuch ruki ruki si nazar aati hai, Ek dhhakke se chalo.. usse bhaag sa jaane do, Ye duniyaa daari ki baatein... Aaj khatam ho jaane do, Dil se dil ki baatein ki shuruwaat si ho jaane do, Kuchh tum kaho aur kuchh hum ko keh jaane do, Inn hi saari baato me ek yug sa beeth jaane do, Par ab sochte hai ki kya reh gya h... Chalo sab hi ko chod jaane do, Bas aakhiri saans tak jazba sa reh jaane do ... 

The New Princess

A princess, Without the shimmering gowns, She cut off her hair, No more that old funny tale, Princess, Yes, she's a princess, In her bright top, And skinny jeans, She goes to the work, And buy gifts for herself, She's independent, A princess needs the prince? No more, She drives her own car, Goes wherever she likes, Princesses wear high heals? That's old news, New princess loves to play football, Every woman, Is today's princess, The New Princess, Who loves to live life, According to her rules, And won't be dependent, On anyone... . https ://www.instagram.com/p/Bn_0xjzFUXU/?utm_source=ig_share_sheet&igshid=atyutxlkccg9

Open letter

Dear Best Friend I know you will be thinking that we are not that close enough, then why am I calling my best friend . It okay, it's not your fault.. maybe this how I am. I don't know how I can share a piece of my heart with everyone I meet, and how can I just keep on loving my best friend, even if you have hurt me so many times. The funny thing is that I don't know till now who was my best friend and who was not. Many people, just made friends with me because they didn't had a choice, but some people really loved me from the bottom of my heart. Those were the people I may have hurt the most because I was after the people who I loved. I believe that friendship is the only thing that we can do with a pure heart. I tried to do that but somehow I failed. I try every day to make the better friends that will stay and not to love them until I know that they will love me back. I really hope that one day, life will work that way. When you can measure love before going it to so

And they met again

*Online* She: I'm leaving, I'll block you, stop messaging me He: No, I know that you won't do that because you love me too She: I'm not in love with you, do you get that? He: You won't have come online at this time, then She: I had to, because you would have hurt yourself He: Why do you care if you don't love me? She: Because I don't want someone to die because of me, it would become a police case. He: I will die, if you leave She: Then.. please die.., I'm not responsible, I don't love you He: I'll die and leave a death note to your name She: Do as you please, I don't love you She blocked him. After three months.. She got the same message from other profile Cyber Bullying is a crime.

I hate?

Hate? What do I hate? Haven't really thought about it, Most people write about Love, I'll write about hate, I'm a woman, A disabled women, Do I really have the right to hate,? If I say, I hate sex, I hate to get intimate, Would someone listen,! They'll say, You're married, You have to make love, You have to have a child, But what about me? I had dreams, Aspirations, I hate being alone, But I hate begging for attention, I would love being in Love, I hate not being resprocated, When I am sad, I hate being misunderstood, I wanted to be something, But how does that matter, How does that matter~? Society can't handle women's hate, I'm a minority, Do I really have a right to hate? I thought so, This is the only answer, To all the questions, A silence... And I hate that too....

My Grandmother and her stories

I don't often sit with my grandmother, You know, How they are? Full of stereotypes, But today, She was different, Like an old version of Her own self, That she had lost, Somewhere along the way, That grandma, Who used to tell stories Of her childhood, That grandma Who doesn't complain about my disability, That grandma, Who was mom's favorite, I read her eyes, While listening to her stories, Brimming with joy, And telling me, About the pre-partition era, Her eyes, Told me the horrors, Horrors of being a woman, A woman, Whether young or old, Nowhere was safe, Because a woman meant honour, A honour could be ripped off, At any point in time, That day and time was different, But yet the same, Police registers fill with cases of rape and abduction, Nobody to judge, Nobody to call a hearing, Nobody to call for help , A woman is helpless, Whether then and now, Because they think that their honour, Lies in the vagina, Each section thinks, I

She said, I Love you

Everything seems normal, When he pulled in the car, In the driveway of her house, He crept in, Not making any sound, He managed to open the door, That looked already opened, Surprise!! She came shouting through the other room, He was shaken, He stumbled through some steps, She hugged him, tightly, He hugged her too, He hid the knife behind him, That he rented, Earlier today, He loved someone else, But didn't wanted to hurt his girlfriend, As she was a simple minded girl, She was mad for him, And the rejection would make her lost her mind... Completely, But he couldn't keep on playing the game, Of hide and seek, And be the seeker.. each time, He wanted freedom, He wanted his life, So... He brought the knife, And hid it under his coat, Did he really wanted to Kill her? He didn't know, What did he really want? He didn't know, As she hugged him, And she said 'I Love You', His knife dropped to the floor, And he said 'I Love You

They sat there in silence

Everything seems to be over, When Ajay lifted his hand, On His wife, Seema and Ajay loved each other for four long years, And soon after that they got married, It was beautiful in the beginning, Everyone was in the awe of the couple, Yes, they looked beautiful together and they were in love, Soon after, Arguments started creeping in from the front door, The curtains turned yellow from stark white, The tiles too.. started changing their colour, Who was managing the home? Or was it still a home? Yes, work was important!!, Husband and wife, Both were at the height of their career, Nobody wanted to look down, They were living together, But barely together, It was on the Eve 9th September, Frustrations went off the limits, Tired of everything, And blaming everyone, There hands and feet moved, In a way they never imagined, Fight took the next level, Punches kicks all over the floor, After the house was collapsed, They just sat there in silence, Gazing tirelessl

Daughters, After Marriage.. Are still Daughters..

I met her, long ago, She was still wearing wedding bangles, And sindoor on her forehead, She was sitting in the garden, And I just got there, by chance, We talked for sometime, She was looking nervous, Looking worried, Maybe was going to cry, I got closer, She put her head on my shoulder, Began to sob, 'what happened?" , She began to cry, I asked again, " I want to meet them" She said in her sobs, " Meet who?" I asked, "My parents!!" she shouted, I was shocked, There became a story in my mind, What would have happened? Why somebody can't visit her parents~? What's the problem? I wanted to ask her, But she doesn't want to reveal much, I kept quite, She kept sobbing, In her sobs, She told that she was from a poor household, And her in-laws are a blessing, They took her without a dowry, Dowry?? I was surprised, I understood the plan, I got everything, She was under an obligation, I wanted to do somethi

Ye ishq hai ya...

Ye Ishq hai ya fitoor hai, Mujhe ishq pe itna garoor hai, Naam tera h, Sansar mera h, Ishq mera h, Bacha sab wo tera h, Ye ishq hi toh tha, Jisne chalna seekhaya tha, Baarishon me rona seekhaya tha, Wo ishq hi tha, Jisne na hona seekhaya tha, Ye ishq hi toh mera tha, Jab kaha tha tune, Mohabbat nhi h, Ye ishq hi toh tha, Kaha tha jisne, Ye ishq ki mohabbat poori h, Ye ishq tera nhi h, Ishq sahi hai, bas mera ishq yahi h...

Is it all in the name??

My name is Vinayana Khurana, and it is very long name. I had to take one long breath, before saying my name. When I was young, I used to tell people that you can ask me anything, except my name. It's really easy to say, other sentences, like I study in DU, I am a writer and so on.. But.. My name really gives me a tough time. My speech and I have some insecurities.. sometimes I wish I never had to speak at all.. speaking in front of someone new.. is a task for me.. not because I am an introvert but because of this stupid speech impairment. People often judge me just because of the way I speak.. that's really annoying.. this is something I experience on a daily basis. There's more to me.. don't judge me on the basis of how I talk.. but the problem is you can't prove that you are intelligent until you speak out .. And once you speak out... People are like I can't get what you are saying.. that's not just a problem with someone who has cerebral palsy, it can be

Just Complicated

She: Hi He: Hello She How are you? He: I am fine, how many times are you going to ask me that? She: I don't know but you have been on my mind!! He: Why is that?? She: I told you, yesterday. He: What?? She: Did you forget?? He: You weren't joking?~? She: I love you.. is that a joke to you ..?? He: No.. but.. I did say that I am not interested. She: Why ?? Because of my disability??? He: O God... This has nothing to do with it.. keep your insecurities to yourself... She: Oh .. right... Now you are going to tell me what to do?? He: I'm not talking to you... Bye.. She: I'm sorry dude.. don't be angry.. He: Bye....

When being a writer isn't a job

I sometimes think that I was born to write, I sometimes think that each moment is a fight, People tell me that I would become a really fine writer, They think It will paint my future with the colors that are brighter, Every indian wants to become an engineer or doctor, I feel that there is no space left for an artist and a writer, Mentality of people is stuck inside the box, because nobody thinks outside the box, You can't say.. I want to be a writer, They will laugh at you, Writers are not paid for talent, They are paid for productivity, You can't teach someone to become a writer, You can teach someone to be a better writer. .. A writer has a higher potential to blend everything in the creativity, A writer is someone who feel and analyse everything... A writer see the world from a different lens, And express it on the white paper, Yet, being a writer.. isn't a job, Yet, being a writer.. isn't a job...

To Venu Bhai

It's the easy to be a brother, To a sister with a disability, It is not easy.. to cope up with it, You were too young, When you understood, That I was different from other sisters, You understood that you could help me, More than I could ever do. Yes, we fought, Over so many issues, But most of the time, Over the remote, For our favorite TV shows, I love how you introduce me to your friends, They would often feel reluctant at first, But after seeing your normalized attitude towards me, They would often end up being my friends too, Bro, you are the best, And I love you from the bottom of my heart, I know that we still sleep in the same room, And I annoy you by my stupid comments or faces, Like all the time.... And you tell me to sleep in my room.. which I don't... Of course...... But I love you so much, bhai!!!!

An Artist

Pictures, Excite me, They invite me, To become an explorer, An artist, Behind the camera, Who takes, Just the best shots, That artist, Who realizes that, World is a canvas, And we have all the paints, I always wanted to be, Someone with great thoughts, But I became someone with great emotions, It is not bad.. I guess, Because an artist with emotions, Is a perfect combination, I don't know, How to control my emotions, So.. I let it flow, On the canvas of Life, And, This is how I became An artist....

Kuch Pakhtiya zindagi ki

Dosti, Ke alag pehlu, Alag mayine ban jaate hai, Jab do log, Aur kareeb aa jaate hai, Wohi do log, Jisko baat samjhani padhti thi, Wo aaj do aankho me kya kuch keh jate h, Dosti, Aur gehri ho jati hai, Ab  unki tasveere, Har jagah dikhne lagi, Unki hi charcha aam hone lagi, Abhi shayad kuch hua bhi nhi tha, Koi phool dil me khila bhi nhi tha, Pyaar, Lo logo ne ye shabd keh bhi diya, Lo logo ne dono ka naam mila bhi diya, Par abhi toh kuch bhi nhi hua tha, Koi phool dil me khila bhi nhi tha, Door, Dooriyan, Doori bdh rhi thi dono me, Shayad kuch kehna chahate the, Jo lafz beyan na ho sake, Wo suhana chahte the, Par woh keh na sake, Aur kuch palo ki yaad si banke reh gaye...

Independence day special, The Singer.

Maya wheeled down her wheelchair at the middle of the society ground, as they announced her name. Everybody started chattering, and giving her a cheer. They were all encouraging her to sing. With her speech impairment, she sang a well practiced song loud and clear. Everybody was so happy with her performance that they wanted to give her the first prize. There were other children too, who performed really well at the independence day function. Judges were confused about what to do at the current scenario. Then, it was decided that the first place would be given to the child, who performed really well . It wasn't Maya... That was the best independence day celebration...

If today I say that, I am in Love with you

If I say today, That I am in love, You would tell me, To concentrate, On my career, My dreams, My ambition, You would say, This is not a right, Time.. Age... To fall for someone, You would say, I don't even love you, It's some infatuation, I am wrong, You would say everything, Without understanding, My love for you, So I would say nothing, Tell you nothing, And think about my career, (As if Love was stopping me) But the end of the day, When I go back home, I will still love you, Because true love doesn't stop you, It let's you grow....

They say, only women cry

Yes, We cry, Women cry, I cry too, But Not because I am weak, No.. You're mistaken, I cry, Because emotions overflow, Because I am terribly hurt, But they say, Men don't cry, And, I ask why,? Don't they have emotions, Then why can't they cry, Society teaches them from start, Boys don't cry.. boys don't cry, I ask why? They have the same emotions and feelings, But people say, boys don't cry, I say let them cry, Understand their own emotions, Let's us not gender crying, Let it be an emotion, Not a symbol of weakness.....

The Big Secret

Payal was rushing through the house as if she was finding something. She opened a lot of cupbords, looked under the pillows, in the kitchen but couldn't find it. It was just a few Moments ago, her husband, Karan had left for the office. She had changed her dress since then and hurrying around as if she's late for something urgent. She found key on the cupboard near the fridge. Payal locked the main door and hurried down the staircase. She adjusted her Bindi in the sideview mirror of a random car. She called "Beautiful" to herself. Payal called for an auto rickshaw and sat on it. " I am on the way, darling" Payal said quietly on the phone. The rickshaw was pull over at the Coffee Shop. Payal climbed down giving the puller some money. Payal stepped into the coffee shop and saw the man in blue , waiting for her. She went closer and put her hand on his Shoulder. "Hey, beautiful, Happy anniversary" he said " Happy anniversary, darling.. it h

That grandma, She was different

I had never talk to her, Just some smiles, Here and there, She was short, Around 80 or something, I never spoke to her, Thinking that she would also start, Start to preach, Give me lessons, About my disability, I avoided, Avoided glance, But.. Still.. She was the first one to greet, I just greeted with a smile, Not realizing, That she was different, Different from the rest, Just as I was, Today I was with mom, We thought to approach her, We were hesitate, But we gave it a chance, She was happy, Open-minded, Cheerful lady, We judged her wrong, But, She did change my perspective again, On appearance and old age.....

Backspace

Our keyboard, Always has a backspace, To rewrite, Think it over, Correct our mistakes, But, No, Life don't work that ways, We cannot correct what has been said, We can't backspace a conversation, That's already taken place, We can't backspace the time, Only keep moving forward, We can't backspace, A relationship, That you don't need in life, Yeah.. sometimes you can, But.. Not always.. If you regret your past, Try something today, Something valuable, Something new, Backspace, Your past, Try something new, Today....

Is Dil ko kese samjhau?

Is dil ko kese samjhau, Abhi zidd pakde khada hai, Is dil ko kese samjhau, Wo haath jode khada hai, Safar toh lamba tha, Kathin thi dagar, Dil keh raha hai, Chota hi toh tha safar, Me kehti hu toh sunta nhi, Baat meri ab wo toh manta nhi, Dil bhi ziddi hai, Wo duniya daari kaha jaanta hai, Jis tarah hum tumhe jaante hai, Ye dil kaha pehchaanta hai, Iss duniya me akhir yuhi hota hai, Koi hasta hai... Koi rota hai, Dard ki bhi toh koi seema nhi hoti, Har boond jesi baarish ki nhi hoti, Kuch toh gum Hone chahiye zamane me, Kyunki insaan ko kabhi khushi ki kadar nhi hoti.. kadar nhi hoti.....

The Long Walk

Pulling up myself up the floor, I was 14.. when I learned to walk, Walking without support was a family dream, That I didn't thought could ever come true, I sat there.. wondering how could people walk.. without falling back?, I sat here.. there.. Everywhere because I couldn't walk, I used to believe that walking was a gift .. that God forgot to shower on me, So.. I learned to compensate... Compensate the lack of walking, As walking was an unachievable goal, For someone with 60% disability, To the sense of listening and observing, When a kid first learn to walk.. He wants to discover something new, So did I when you learn to observe, I observed how people treated me, Some with love and some with ignorance, I realize people see me differently, I realize that they don't see my thought process, They just see the physical me, Pulling up myself up the floor, I was 14.. when I learned to walk, I could then just see walls, Walls that I could hold on, To move

Don't have a picture

The best moments in life, Don't have a picture, The worst moments in life, Don't have a picture, It is still there lingering in your mind, Still making a thousand pictures.. from a single negetive, That picture is often motionless.. that gives you happiness or pain, There is always a picture that is in our mind, That is the only picture that stay with us as long as we live, It can't be broken or damaged, that is the best part and worst too, And when you are alone in a room.. with dim lights, These are the pictures that takes over all your memories, You imagine these pictures.. as long as you could, You really don't remember the details of when he walked away, Or do you? You really don't remember when we first met, Or do you? Some moments are like these pictures in our life, Difficult to Retain But Hard to Forget.....

They say "You're strong"

Whenever I walk down the street, On my own.. without support, They say You're strong, Whenever I go out with my mother for shopping, They say, You're strong, I have to sit on a wheelchair because I can't walk long, And they say, You're Strong,, I really wish someone would understand, A person on a wheelchair is strong enough, To deal with their problems, I wish people understand, A person who is looking good from outside, Could be struggling a lot from inside, We can't see their depression, their anxiety, their condition, Somewhere, someone must have Ridicule them, What happened to you?? You seem completely fine, It is that person to need that reassuring talk, It is that person, who needs "you're strong", It's a weird world that we live in, We give advices to people who don't need, But don't say anything to those people who need it...

HUMAN BOOKS

I met someone, Strangely unknown, I began the conversation, He began the story, I felt like, His story was novel, I began to give face, To each of the character, I began to question him, Why did you leave that job?, What did you earn? What did your family say? I kept imagining, The details of his house, The details of his classroom friends, For me everything came alive, He was enjoying his memories, I was enjoying my imagination, He was a book to me, I was turning page by page, Mysteries of his life, Became discoveries for me, I was diving in the story, Twist and turns, Interested me, As the end came near, I wanted to flip the pages, And see how things end, Curiosity was burning, He decided to speak slowly, I wanted him to end fast, He wanted to talk more, I flipped the pages of the story, It was The End for Sure, I was happy, He was sad, Finally I closed the book, As I kept it back on the library shelf, That book said, "Take Me Home"..

Show me the way

I am off on a road, Without maps or any board, I have to create my way, Never trodden by anyone, The road must be long, High or deep, I mustn't forget my way, Or take a wrong turn, I must not defy those, Who believed me for so long, I mustn't take away the faith, My loved ones had on me, But I must be a proof, To someone who didn't believed in me, Who said I was a worthless woman, To them... I must show, That I have come a long way, I have come a long way, I am not weak anymore, Like I used to be, I am lioness, Forging ahead, To achieve my victory.....

THE TOXIC RELATIONSHIP

Madhu: Hi Neha, how are you doing? Neha: I am fine, Madhu, wats up? Madhu: (busy in texting) Good, Good... Neha: Why are you constantly texting? We are meeting after a long time... Madhu: it is just that Harry cares a lot about me, so I need to keep him updated.. Neha: Awww, this is so cute, caring?? Wow.... Madhu: Yeah .. he loves me alot. ( Madhu's phone rings ) (On the phone) Madhu: Yeah.. yeah.. I am online.. (Hung up) Neha: isn't he too intruding? Madhu : No No.. he just loves me so much .. Neha: I know that but he must be knowing that you are out with your best friend, after so long.... Madhu: Yeah.. Yeah... He knows that.. but he says that we should stay connected always... Neha: so.. now.. since you have completed your graduation, what's the plan now, are you looking for internships?? Madhu: No no... Harry says that they make the interns work like hell . He says that I won't be able to cope up.. Neha: So.. What are you planning to do now?? Madh

That Unrequited Love

Love, Is beautiful, When reciprocated, When they feel, The same way, You do, But what if This don't happen, What to do, If they don't love, As you love them, Move on~?? Hahaha, They said, Move on, You will try first, You will lose the second, You will try again, Abandoned hopes again, Because, Forgetting gives you more pain, Then love ever did, And you just fall in love .. Again., They said, Don't love the person who don't love you, This cycle of unrequited love, Is dangerous, But How will we learn to burn the fire, Until we burn in it, Here, I want to point, did nature ever discriminate, Did ever sun not dawn, At a particular place, Because people said it was too hot, Did moon ever, Refused to shine, Because we stopped loving it, Did this ever Happened?? Then how can a heart throw away all the feelings, When other person don't reciprocate, Nature haven't taught us that.....😍

From the pile of Letters #Finale

Dear Sanjay, I knew everything from the start, i knew that You were a wrong guy for me. It wasn't my parents who took me away from you. It was me, everything was planned by me. Did you think that I could marry you without checking your love for me.. then what would happen to me after marriage?? I am sure that after taking dowry from my parents.. you would Have left me.. that's what you keep on doing ... Me and my family knew everything from before hand... Because me and my family are working for the police department, to handle the cases of dowry . I know that this is how you emotionally and psychologically brain wash the young woman of the rural area and then demand a lot of dowry. You didn't cared if I was physically challenged.. you just wanted the money. You have Been doing this to all the poor families , who don't have enough to eat. You are just a ruthless thief, who not just steal the money but love and faith too.  My love isn't so weak. To fall for someone

From the Pile of Letters #8

Dear preeti I'm so happy that I passed the test of your parents, I am so happy that we would be meeting after a long while.. Preeti, I am so happy about that but the reality is that after ell these exchange of our letters.. I have realized that I don't really love you and this is the sad truth.. I have loved my parents and your money the most... I have been writing I love you... I love you.. since the beginning... But those were really emotion less.. I had planned everything in my mind.. that I will marry you, take the money.. and settle abroad leaving everything here ... But you .. you are a very clever women, you know that this conversation could also happen on phone .. but no.. you wanted me to write and write because you know that writing is hard for someone who is guilty of doing wrong.. You could leave me without these letters , I would have been happy .. these letters Shivered me to my consciousness and I kept on thinking that how could i do this to a girl who has loved

From the pile of letters #7

Dear Sanjay, I didn't ever wanted to test your love for me.. but my parents didn't leave me a choice. Yes, went away because I told them about you and all that is happening between us from so many months.. the last time when we were together.. my dad saw us and that's why they decided to take me away. I told them that I loved you and want to marry you, they told me that I was a fool, and Sanjay is after our money. I said that I didn't believed them . It was then they planned out this strategy.  They said that they are just testing your love. It was them who told me to write letters to you, to test how much you love me... They have been reading our letters .. they have been trying to pursue me that you are not in love with me!! But I know that they're wrong.. they have always been wrong, I shouldn't have believed them. I really love you, do you know I can't sleep at night because the only place where I can sleep is your arms. I know that you really loved me!

From the pile of letters #6

To Preeti First and foremost, i am tired. Writing a letter each day… and then waiting for your reply. Like you, I have a life too.. I have job and my family.. and we are not so rich like you used to be. I need to work everyday to earn money for my family.. yes, it is sad that you have lost all your money. Now I can't be with you.. because I have never loved you.. to say the truth. I wanted your half in the property... this is the truth of our affair..you are right, no body can love a girl like you.. you are just a handicap girl for me, who have a lot of money but now you don't have that too.. that's a really sad part.. I know that you wanted to listen these words from me... But you are wrong.. I am not that guy who will love you for the money you have.. now I can understand everything about why you left.. your parents must have told you to test my genuine nature... But they are wrong... They are wrong about me, as they always are.. preeti, I love you Not for your money bu

From the pile of letters #5

Dear Sanjay I want you to understand that we could never be the same again. You don't seem to be happy about my progress in life. I was telling you about joining college and achieving something good in life but you are least concern about that.. i know that you love me and i love too.. but my parents also paid for my education.. they expect me to do something in life.. i dont want to remain caged in these shackles of marriage. I really want to work for myself.. earn money for the family. Why do you want to marry me now? We are not prosperous now.. we have left everything in the village.. we don't have any money now.. but I have dreams ...I dream of completing my college and have a job.. we can't buy what we dream from our money.. all we need to do is hard work. I don't think that you would now want to marry me after knowing that we are poor.. otherwise who can love, a girl like me!! And I know that your family didn't liked me, you know why.. but just tell them tha

From the pile of letters #4

Dear Preeti When I did received your letter, I didn't know what to do or say to you. This is now the biggest mystery of my life, to discover why did you left this place and me... Your family had the largest house in the whole town. Your family was the most influential family of this town. I am really shocked to discover that your family left the town. I loved you, i was going to ask your hand in marriage but you left too soon. I am happy that you started with your college. You will attain your Degree now. I happy for that, but I would be more delighted if you could be with me forever. Why are you scared about if someone opens this letter or not?? What is it to be scared about if we are going to be married soon? I am now in doubt, something is really wrong... i really doubt,  because everything is seemed so dreamlike. You're going away and these letters are So confusing. Something is really not right because it is not your usual style of telling me things.. I have known you

From the pile of letters #3

Dear Sanjay, I know that you love me but I cannot keep on thinking and believing that one day, we will be together. Now, I have applied for a degree in college here.. I am studying english, like I always wanted to.. my parents had allow me, because there's still not enough dowry for my marriage.. I am glad about that, I am happy with my life here, it feels more safe here.. in these mountains Covered with Snow. I do want to tell you why we left.. Why I didn't meet you, why I didn't get to tell you.. but I am in fear, what if someone opens it, and read this letter. Then it would be horrible.. really horrible.. my life could be at stake.. And I know that you don't want that..... I just want to tell you that I am safe here.. and I am thinking about you.. I don't know if I still love you or not.. but I still care about you.. I want you to just shift from where you are living, to somewhere safe.. And take all your belongings. Just go, please leave.. I don't want yo

From the pile of letters #2

Dear preeti Where have you gone?? I did tried to find you. I asked your neighbors too, they don't have any clue about your family. You just left me a single letter, without the address. I couldn't find you.. I was waiting for you to tell your parents about us, and then I received this letter.. I love you so I don't really know why are you gone.. leaving everything behind.. You did even take that dress I gave you.. yes, I did went to your empty house.. there wasn't a lock , so went in.. I was confused about what I saw there.. half cooked rice, left over beans and the stove was still hot.. i realize that you and your family did leave in haste.. i was to dig some further information.. when a few villagers caught me searching your stuff.. They tried to beat me Up but I ran.. away.. you did talk about our marriage but I don't see that happening now.... I can't keep on finding out your whereabouts, if I don't receive a letter from you in the next few weeks. I w

From the pile of letters.#1

Dear Sanjay, I know that I left off in a rush, and I didn't get a chance to goodbye. My parents made this decision of changing cities in a haste. I had to take my decision in a hurry. wanted to meet you, like we always did under the mango tree. I don't know if I will ever be back from this new town. If I will meet you again.. if we could Get married with the permission of our parents. I am still 22, and there's some time to think about my marriage. Before that, I want to be independent and have a secure job, I want to fulfill each wish of my parents before I get married to you. I have dreams, Sanjay... I have dreams.. I don't really want to get married soon. For society, the girl's marriage is everything, and they can't think beyond it.  I love you, Sanjay but I love myself even more. I am running away, sanjay .. I am running away without you.. because I want to create something of myself.. Love , Preeti.. PS. Don't try to find me, you won't reach a

The Wrong-Right Path

Mom- Hi Sam Sam- Hi mom Mom- how are you? Sam- I'm better Mom- how is your treatment going ?? Sam- it's good, I think that I would be fine soon. Mom- That's great.. Sam: how's dad?? Is he still angry with me??.. Mom: yeah.. I think so.. we had a lot of expectations from you.. if I had came to know about it Before I would have stopped you... Son- I am sorry Mom... It was all because of my stupid friends.... Mom: Dont blame them.. you cold have said No... Son: I did mom.. I really did... Mom: And they drugged you.. without your permission??? Why did you go to that party?? Son: I am Sorry Mom.. I just wanted to experiment... Mom: Life is not an experiment.. life has to be handled seriously.. Son: Yes, Mom.. I got it.. after staying away.. in the rehabilitation center.. Mom: I am glad you did... people who stay away from their goal... Always find a better goal.. somewhere... Son: yes mom... Now I can focus on my passion for painting.. Mom: I am sure that

He looked at me

Everything was good, Ours eyes met, I wasn't om the wheelchair, He winked, I winked, He smiled, I smiled, And Then he said ' HI', I was dumb, How could I talk?, I know my speech, Would do everything wrong, I kept on smiling, He thought I was dumb, It wasn't enough, He asked where are you from~? I was quite, I didn't wanted to speak, I didn't want to reveal, My speech impairment, I thought about his thoughts, Judgements, Prejudices, About my disability, I could have walked away, But I knew my limping legs, I knew how strangely I walked, I made up my mind, To say a hi, To that handsome guy, And everything changed, For the Better, I judged myself coldly, And then, He replied a 'Hii"..... .

The Boyfriend

BF: hey, Baby GF: Hey, Baby BF: I'm missing you, baby GF: Awww, I miss you too. BF: How are you doing, Baby. GF: I'm good, you tell me, Baby. BF: I'm little upset today... GF:  Why?? Baby . What happened??? BF: Nothing Baby...Leave that... It's going to be one month to us... GF: Awww.. Baby.. you remember!! How sweet.. You are the best Boyfriend ever... BF: ,No.. baby.. you are the Best Girlfriend Ever... GF: aaww... How should we celebrate this occasion?? Candle light... Dinner .. You and me... So Romantic....😍 BF: I'll book us a room too😍 GF: A room ??? For what?? BF: Baby.. it's our first month anniversary!!! So... I just thought.... GF: what did you think~? BF: I thought that we should have some fun on our anniversary... GF: And this is the definition of Fun, for you?? BF: No.. Baby, WE will have fun.... GF: I Don't want to.... BF: it would a different kind of experience for us.... Baby please..... GF: no..No no. I am not comforta

Listen to me..

Stop! Just listen to me, I don't babble, I speak words, Just listen to me, If you have time, You could not understand At first, Please don't judge, I am fine, Just because I use a wheelchair, Dont just stereotype, Listen to me, I have words And emotions, Don't judge me, On the babble, Just stop, Listen and understand, What I want to communicate....

Getting High

Wine, Beer, Vodka, And Other things of getting High, People love it, People want it, People have it, Maybe a high, In a sip, A smoke, A joint, But I am not them, Who find high, In the golden bottle, Of your poison, Is it just for a high? If it's... But what fun, Loosing your senses, Loosing your ideas, Loosing personality, What fun? Loosing yourself, For getting a high, Good music, My playlist, Good friends, That's, My kind of High , Then I'll be High on life.....

This is Vinayana

Vinayana, They call me by this name, Yeah..This has become my identity, Vinayana is not a title of a poem, There's something deep unknown, She's a talker, She talk alot, Once you get her speech, There's no turning back, Vinayana, Is emotional, She has words to express, She is expressive, Any emotion, Big or small, She makes a poetry, Vinayana, Is a lover, She believes in love, She is not afraid to fall in Love, She is not afraid of heattbreak, She love romance, Her parent's story is her favorite, Vinayana, Writes about disability, But doesn't have a disabled mind, She wants freedom, But with her family and friends, Friends , She loves them deeply, Love cherishing her gang, She knows ehe can't be loved the same way, Vinayana, Never gives up, On challenges, Vinayana, Loves Food, But doesn't grow fat, Vinayana, Can't hate, She forgives too soon . Vinayana, Cries alot, But knows how to put back herself, Together,

HOLES

There were clothes lying in front of Hema and she didn't know what to do with them. Hema had Cerebral Palsy, and this was the first time, that she was wearing her clothes herself. Hema just got out of the bathroom, drenched in water and she doesn't know how to put on the clothes herself. There was nobody in the house, that she could call out for help. She was just alone in her room. She tried to pick up the shirt, with the bottom corner. It was not easy for her, as her hands would shake everytime. As she opened the shirt and put her head in, she saw holes. Three Holes in the shirt, one big and two small. Holes, that would lead her life to independence. Holes, that big enough to put her head and hands in it.  As any child with Cerebral Palsy, her movements of her hands were restricted. She couldn't force her hands to put her shirt down, into her head. She tried and tried until she succeeded. Now, it was the chance of Hema's hands, each one in each hole. Then, the one

Underestimate

We Always Underestimate, Ourselves, We can't do this, We can't do that, Always finding, Reasons, To hate, Ourselves, Our life, Our situation, We hate, Ourselves, Our body, Our friends, And family, We hate being us, Because we underestimate, What we have, What we can do, We hate us, We love others, We love their progress, We love them , Their body, Their personality, Because we aren't taught, To love who we are, To love our situation, Our circumstances, We learn to hate ourselves, If you are fat, Oversize, If you are thin, Underweight, We learn to hate who we are, It's time to change, Our mindset, By declaring Who we are? And loving ourselves .

#Unfiltered

We live life, In filters, Red, Blue, Green, Like our emotions, Our feelings, Our desires, Locked away, In a closet, Black, Dark, Or Brown, Hidden Away, In many locks, One after another, Our dreams, Aspirations, Locked away, But Our strength Is the key, Our expression Is the key, To let.. Our Emotions out Unfiltered, And unapologetically.... So, Let the filters go, Not from the Instagram Stories, Not from the Facebook Profiles, But from the life of your own, Don't shy away, To Show Who You Really Are, They will taunt, They will abuse, But in end they will respect, Your Unfiltered Self.... Because that's who you really are....

Agora Phobia

(Text message Pops up) Tanmay: Are you coming for the dinner today?? Dolly: No yaar, I can't... Tanmay: Why~??? I have been planning for our date, all week.. you can't do this.... Dolly: I am not in the mood yaar.. please understand... Tanmay: Another Excuse.. Dolly.. I am really tired of this, you love me . Right?? Dolly: Yess, I really do, but I can't really go out with you .. we could dine in...😊 Tanmay: Dine in.. again.. how long we are going to do that, I remember when we met at the party at your home ... You looked so happy... Dolly: I was happy because I was at my home, it is the safest place for me.... Tanmay: What do you mean by safest place??? Are you alright? Are you afraid of something? Dolly: No no no No .. don't ask me this question, you won't be able to handle the truth... You would leave me because you can't handle.. Tanmay: Tell me the truth Dolly?? Why can't you go outside?? Dolly: So, you really want to know?? It's because

Poem to the younger self

I always think, About that one thing, I would tell myself, If I could go in the past, That thing that could change my life, Is don't fall in love so young, Keep your heart, To yourself, Because he is not the one, You will find more men, Good or bad, Fair or unfair, Just don't stand here, Move on.. Go around, Just explore, Don't be Quick, Live your life Don't stuck, Like the paper on The wall, You can't scrap it down, Completely, Some pieces Still remain, Like scrapped Picture on the wall, I will guide my younger self, To stay away, From the feeling called Love, Because life is practical, I would tell myself, Don't be emotional, Because people don't need them, Most people are mean, They use and throw, Love And Friendship, Are words, Not emotions, Don't love unconditionally, You'll end up hurting, Yourself, Every time , Just keep your head high, Because you are a Princess...        Love VK

ONE HEART STORY

Piya was pretty and a very motivating girl. Everybody wanted to be friends with her. She had a large group of friends who meant a lot to her. Today was a spacial day for her because it was her sixteenth birthday and she decided to call all of them at her home. Piya's mother did all the arrangements to make her birthday spacial. Piya ordered a servant to put her wheelchair downstairs otherwise she uses it for only some spacial occasion when she felt tried. So, it was soon 6 o'clock and her friends started coming and handing her gifts they had brought with them. She suddenly saw a guy, it was rahul and she avoided having eye contact with him. It was the same guy whose name she has been teased with sincqe quite some time. As he was talking with his friends she saw the way he laughs. It wasn't attractive at all, she thought in her mind why the hell everyone thinks I like him?. Just then she saw him looking back to her and she removed her gaze. Next morning it was school agai

The Crush

Tiya- Hey Rohan.. how are you doing, you have come so early .. don't you..Huh Rohan- I am so sorry Tiya.. traffic was too much .. I left home early today.... Tiya- you are such a liar, Rohan.. I can call your and ask her.. the time you woke up today.... Rohan- I am so sorry Tiya, I won't be late from tomorrow... I promise.. Tiya- keep your promises to your self ... And order Dosa, you will pay because you came late... HahaHa.. Rohan- You bad girl.. I will take the revenge soon... (Rohan 's phone rings, romantic ringtone) (rohan declines the call.) Tiya- Ohho.. somebody is listening to romantic songs these days... Umm dude, what's up~?? Rohan- nothing dude.. Tiya- Tell me.? Whose it??? Rohan- Who?? Tiya- Your Crush?~ Is she in our collage?? Tell me.. Rohan- Nothing like that, Dude. Tiya- Tell me , is she from our class??? Rohan - yeah... Tiya- Tell me, dude, I am your Best Friend.. Rohan- that's the problem?? Tiya- What?~?????? Rohan- yess , that I

Typing - Father's Day Special

Papa: OKAY, Beta I am going to the office now . Jyoti: ( working on the computer) Bye Papa... God bless you . Papa: ( coming out from where he was hidding) l saw that.. you were working on the computer with your nose.. I saw that.. you do that, even when I told you not to.... Jyoti: Sorry Papa... I will not do that again.... But I have Cerebral Palsy and I can't do everything with my hand... Papa: You can do everything Beta.. I know you.. and you don't have any disability.. don't say that again.. You have to believe in yourself.. Like I don't believe you have a disability.. Jyoti: But Papa my hands shakes all the time.. how can I type with my hands..? I would never be able to type with my hands... Please understand... Papa:  if you can't type with your hands.. don't type at all.. I am taking the computer away... Jyoti: okay okay.. I will try.. Please don't take my computer.... Papa: OK.. the day I will see you typing with your Nose. I will take your

The Silent Story

Mohit was sitting with his friends,  when Sneha passed by their table in the canteen. Mohit's eyes walked with her, as she bought her coffee from the counter. Mohit's eyes was still following Sneha, as she sat down at the table to enjoy her coffee. Though Sneha was a good friend but Mohit didn't had the courage to talk with her. Mohit had a strong attraction towards Sneha, from a very long time. At last, Mohit thought that he will go and talk to Sneha. Just a hiii, isn't too much to ask for. They have been classmates since the school time. After all this deep thinking, Mohit got up to say Hii to Sneha. He didn't know, how she would reply, Or what? He just wanted to say a Hii, he went slowly towards the table. Mohit gathered all the courage to talk to Sneha for the first time. "Hii Sneha", said Mohit in the sign language. "Hii Mohit" signed Sneha. " Oh.. you know my name? " signed Mohit "Yess, you were the cutest guy in my c

We are having a 'Baby'

"So, what should We do about it?' Asked Maya " I really want to have a baby" said Rohan " I want to have a baby too.. but not at this stage of my career" , Said Maya "Baby.. you think about it, please" Said Rohan "As a Woman..I was always expected do things, a certain way" Said Maya "I understand.. first you should study, have a job, get married... Then have a baby.. people doesn't leave you .",Said Rohan "They always expect you to be a certain way, they doesn't understand that there are no rules in life" added Maya " We always talk about responsibility of a woman but what about the man?" said Rohan "You are correct, a Little boy is too given the responsibility of taking care of Mom and Sister." Said Maya " I have always gone with mom to the market in the evening” said Rohan "Yess, as if you could protect hai from everything because you are a boy.." said Maya &quo

Choose Your Drink

(Rohan meets sanjay after a long time) Rohan: Hey, Buddy.. how are you doing? Sanjay: I am good, you tell hows everything.. after school... Long time.. Rohan: yeah Buddy.. Long time.. what are you up to these days?~ Sanjay: Nothing yaar.. I am just working with my Dad.. busy life!! You tell.... Rohan: My dad just keep earning and I just keep spending.. LOL.. Sanjay: Good for you.. that is the perks of being born in a Rich house.. Rohan: yeah yeah So true..Lets have lunch and it is on me.. Sanjay: Okay { At the restaurant) Rohan: what would you like to drink???? Sanjay: I'll have a Coke... Rohan: Hahaha.. who has a Coke~?? Order a Beer.. We are adults.. Sanjay: But I don't like the taste.. yukk.. I will have a Coke Rohan: Be a man.. order your drink... Sanjay: I don't drink.... Rohan: But .. you will have to today... For me and our friendship... Sanjay:  I don't drink.. please don't force.. Rohan: nothing will happen by a glass of Beer.. Sanjay: I

Different dreams.

"Neha, Neha  did you have your food?" Asked Mom. "I am having my food" said Neha. "Good girl" said Mom "What .. good girl!???! She has thrown all the rice on the floor!!" Said grandmother "So.. what?? At least she's trying, next time.. there would be less rice on the floor and more in her mouth." Said Mom "Why don't you just feed her, she's is handicap" said grandmother "No.. she's not, she's normal like us... from her mind" said Mother "But what about the body???, She's different from us" said grandmother "No, she's not?, She's not ever going to find a good husband” said grandmother. "Life isn't just about finding a good Husband, life has more things into it" said Mom "Like what?? , Would she able to have a good job and good Life with disability" said grandmother. "Who said that she can't do that?"" Said Mom "

YE DUKH KA KAROBAR HAI

Ye dukh ka karobaar hai, Ye dukh ka hi sansaar hai, Sab ko koi na koi dukh hai yahan, Sab koi dekho pareshan hai yahan, Jeewan se kisi ko na sukh mil paaya, Jis insaan ko mil gya ho sab kuch.. wo insaan kisko hai mil paaya, Dekho dekho uske paas paisa nhi h... Dekho dekho uske paas kapda nhi h, Jiske paas ye sab kuch hai.. uske paas kuch aur nhi h, Sabko hi kuch chahiye hai bagwaan se, Sabko hi kuch gila hai bagwaan se, Koi nhi dekhta ki usko kya mila h, Aur jo mil hai khoobsurat mila h, Jo mil jayega wo phir kam lag jayega, Jo kho jayega wo hi bas anmol reh jayega, Isliye hi toh log dukh ka karobar banate hai, Auro ke dukh se apna saansar chalate hai.....

Walking in the rain

Raindrops, Trickling down, Walking in the rain, Is the best part, Of a monsoon evening, My grandfather, Once told me, How trees felt happy, In this rain, And how walking in the rain, Is the best part, Of the monsoon evening, Just a walk in the rain, Makes you realize, The beauty and Power of the water, When a girl becomes a woman, Just as the clouds busts in rain, That cold winds tell us how, A woman becomes a Girl again, I have grown up since then, But didn't I ever forgot, To appreciate nature , In the real sense, Rain brings sadness, Or happiness, Only to those, Who appreciate the changing nature......

Chocolate

It was late Night when a text pops up on Ajay's phone. 'I want to have a Chocolate!" It was from a friend named Mansi. Mansi was that girl, whom Ajay has been crushing on since the first day of the college. They didn't talk alot too much, just some random Hii and Bye. Ajay was excited in happiness seeing her text on his phone. Ajay typed "I will get you tomorrow" but erased it, because it sounded desperate. He wrote 'I want to Have it too, let's go together to buy it' Riya said okay great. Ajay felt on the top of the world, he didn't believed that Riya has contacted him to buy a Chocolate for her. He now just had to arrange some money for the Chocolate. Ajay peeked into his parents room.. Mom shouted "what do you want?, At this time of the night??" Ajay scared "Mom.. Mom I need 50rs tomorrow?" "For what???", Shouted Mom ”Mom.. there's a match......" "Okay.. Okay.. Now go away" *In

The First Straw

"Kanika, Kanika we are getting late, please dress up fast." Said Mom. "Help me with the Zipper, please, mom" Said Kanika "Coming.. coming" said Mom Mom helped Kanika with her dress. As soon as Kanika got ready, she wore her shoes with Velcro tape and she was ready to go. Her parents drop her to the office of her first job. Kanika had Cerebral Palsy and that has hindered some of her bodily movement but her brain development was quite normal. As Kanika reached her office, she realized that the lift is not working. She had to be lifted on her motorized wheelchair because the office was on the second floor. At last,. When Kanika reached her office, she saw that there were no such accommodation has been done to suit her accessibility. The desk was too high for her, tha laptop was too big and there wasn't any accessible bathroom. Yet, the company thought her they have done enough to hire her as an employee. As the days went by, work pressure started pou

Credits on the other shelf

"Priya is really getting the promotion!" Said an employee at the office. "Look at the skirt, getting shorter day by day", exclaimed another employee. "I know, Where is the Fire Tonight!!!" Said the first employee and signalled something sexual. There was a rumour in the office that Priya gave favours to the boss for a promotion. This rumour spread in the office like fire. "What is everyone talking about these days? Asked Tanya "I don't know.. What's up?" Said Priya "You really don't know??" Asked Tanya. "What happened?" Asked Priya, anxiously. "Everyone is talking about your promotion!!!" Said, Tanya, "What about my promotion?, What happened..??" Asked Priya "They said, this you got a promotion because you gave favours to our boss," Tanya told her the truth "Whaaat~??" Exclaimed Priya * On the day of the presentation* * To be given by Priya* " There a

Can He Cook•??

It was the usual Sunday afternoon, and Mr Sharma was waiting for the Boy's side to arrive. Mr Sharma 's daughter, Jyoti had just completed her Master's in english literature from Delhi university. Jyoti was also doing a prestigious job in a leading company. Jyoti 's parents made up their mind to marry her off to a wealthy family. Mr Sharma was expecting guest, in the early afternoon. He had prepared Jyoti in advance. He told her how to sit respectfully and talk accordingly. When the time of their arrival came, everything happens peacefully. They liked how Jyoti wanted to work after marriage. Jyoti was happy to see their open-minded behavior. She really liked Rahul on the first meet. There was just a final question left. The in-laws to be, asked Jyoti, a simple question, What all she can Cook? And she said that she doesn't know how to cook. Everything fell silent, you didn't teach your daughter to Cook? How Awful.. it was then Jyoti raised her voice.. can you

The Daughter in Law

Riya made coffee for her husband, Nikhil and tea for her in-laws. Riya, kept the coffee mug on the side table and tea on the dining table. Everyone was awake, but nobody was chatting with each other like they always do. Nobody had forgotten, the argument that flamed the day before. Eyes blamed Riya for all the arguments that had happened the day before. Riya, just wanted to visit her parental house, because her mom was unwell. Her family lives in the hill station of Shimla. She was the only girl child of her parents, who married her off to a wealthy family in Delhi. Riya wanted to visit her parents. There was yet another issue, which was Riya wanted to build a home of her own. That means Riya and her husband has to move out of the in-laws house. This was the main drift which happened in the family. Riya did her daily chores and her responsibility, and went to sleep in her room. She could now hear her mother in law, telling fill his ears. "She wants to break our house" &quo

His Wife, Sarah

"John, so are you leaving?" Asked Sarah controlling her tears. "Yes, Sarah. I have to go, I can't stay here any longer.. Rose needs me" " And what about me and our kids, we don't need you?" said Sarah " I have Left some money in the drawer and I will transfer more when I reach Bombay," said John. " Why do you have to go?, Don't divorce me, please, where will I go with the kids," said Sarah. "Sarah, we had talked about this, you do your job and bring up the kids, your way, I won't interfere and you will not interfere with my matter!" John exclaimed. "I remember, I remember everything John. Everything was so great, when we first met....", Said Sarah. " Stop it, Sarah!! I have to go, Rose is Waiting for me!!" Said, John. "If you want to go, please go. but first, sign the documents of the property in my name" said Sarah. "Why? This is my House too!!" Exclaimed John.

The Bride to be

"Good-looking, homemaker, fair, not career oriented." Her father reads matrimonial ads aloud. "I have kept your lunch in fridge, your medicines are on the table. Please take it on time. I going to office, take care." Radha picks up her bag and reached the door. Then turns around, ' Please bless me, Papa, my first day as a doctor, in an prestigious hospital." "God bless you, child. You can do everything, you have one whole year. After that I am planning for your marriage, and I am not listening to you then" Said Papa "I understand, but you know about my dreams and aspirations. I am just 25, what's the hurry?. If Mom, would be here, she would have understood my point" Said Radha " Yes, if your Mom would be here, but I am your Father, a single parent. Everybody in the society, has been talking about you, that you are 25, and still not engaged to anyone." Said Papa " I understand but how will I manage, my work, my

DANGEROUS LOVE

I ts was a lazy summer afternoon when Sonia an independent girl who had left her home two years back and came to study in this city like Delhi. Delhi a city where dreams find a hope to fulfill was a destination for Sonia and her passion to fight for all the injustice. She was cleaning her room when she found some old photographs. Dusty but rather a reminder of the past that was beautiful hut sad because those photographs has that one person the person who is the only inspiration behind almost all that she had ever wrote. He was Nikhil. She was gone back where the picture is being click. The farewell night when all people were drunk and dancing, she was there near the bar starring to a guy on the dance floor thinking that what would happened if she ever told him. Told him that she fell in love every time he pass by her, every time he waved at her but she never had the power to tell him. Just then she saw him coming towards her and the way her heart beats at that time. He came to her wit