What Makes A Difference!!

Sitting on the edge of that broken bed; I looked at that thin black figure lying down on the same bed near me. Her senses were blacking out with every breathe she tried to take.

“Life isn’t fair and juicy always but still you have to live with it. Either accept it or put your entire self into it to make it according to you” I thought.

Dealing with domestic violence all her life and now struggling with death still she didn’t want to file a complaint against her husband. It really stressed me out. Need of education and improvement of life was clearly seen.

I couldn’t help it or do anything but it made my determination of working for society towards the improvement, even stronger. To do something what really makes a difference. 

If could put a STOP!!!

Everything seemed so uneasy just in a blink. They were friends and they still are; but she never expected this to happen between them or may be there was something she sensed already but could never believe it as she never wanted it to happen. Sharing those warm talk or thoughts on few occasions initially would lead them till here, she didn’t imagine ever.

What is going on? What is it she has a feeling of but doesn’t really know? Heights on confusions it was. He was a decent person; a really nice friend and kind heart human who gives respect to everyone but still this wasn’t something she could carry comfortably.

She thought of few things, few past days and few talks but still it wasn’t really enough to decide something delicate like that.

She had just one option finally “going with the flow and let everything happen the way it’s supposed to.”

Taking a deep breathe she smiled looking out of window. Life isn’t always the way you plan it. It can be even beautiful than that sometimes.

If I could have just one wish!!

       If I could have just one wish,

I would tell the time to rewind in blink,

       If I could have just one wish,

I would meet you out there once again,

      If I could have just one wish,

We would fall deep in love once again; 

      If I could have just one wish,

I would have you all over once again;

       If I could have just one wish,

I would see you smiling around again;

      If I could have just one wish,
I would have asked god to be bit kind; 


        If I could have just one wish,

I wouldn’t let you go you away anyhow,

       If I could have just one wish,

You would see how alone I am here now,

       
        If I could have just one wish,

You could see my life so empty without you;

        If I could have just one wish,

No occasion would have been without you;

        If I could have just one wish,

There would be love and only love all around;

       If I could have just one wish,

It would be only you or just all about you..

Somethings Sometimes!!

Cheerful faces and handful of happiness,

Even calling that bliss would be less;

A small life was lying there quite in my arms; it is my only life I felt that time. I looked at my husband; saw him standing there near the door with wet eyes. What a feeling. A life came on earth through me.

I looked at my dad, saw him smiling with tears. I smiled at him and he whispered “now you would realize that I wasn’t abrasive, it was my concern for this small piece of life which to die for.”

My husband approached and bounded us both in his strong arms; “I thought I almost lost you today. How could I bear such a huge loss? Thanks god for everything” and I felt drenched with emotions and tears.

I felt so happy that my operation made my atheist husband believe in God.

A small life brought ever shining smiles and charms to our lives.

Horror from Past!!!

It was conniption. They really made her aghast. She stood there blank, looked at the empty street and rushed towards home. It was all janky from every corner. They ruined everything. 


She closed the door behind and broke into tears. What they want from me, why are doing this to me? I never did anything bad to them as I don’t even know them. Who are they and why are they following me?  So many thoughts kept creeping in her horrified mind.  Is it something related to my past, did they find me, do they know who am I? 


Oh Lord, please save me. How long the ghosts of my past will scare me? She crashed on bed and scooch over to get the remote. A bit of music might help her to relax her senses a bit. 

So Called Development!!

That Person held him tight. The blood wasn't stopping only. He yelped with pain. He tried to give him first aid with water and a torn cloth hanging out of his dirty bag. 


That small harmless creature which was a toy for those naughty kids roaming around with pebbles just before few minutes back, was now a piece of amazement lying in the lap of that person who was known as mentally retarded non existent person in our educated but thoughtless society. 


He became calm after sometime as the pain was eased a bit.


That person stood up and left with a smile on his way. 


I looked back at the relieved injured dog lying on the pavement silently; and then walked off with moist eyes, wondering where our humanity has lost over the time since we call ourselves developed and educated. 


Wasn't that person more thoughtful than we are or we are just nothing more than robots any more? 

That Very Your Luck Effect!!!

Hahahahahahahahahaha Ooh God!!! Hahahahahahahahahaha!!

All right!! I am not sick, even not at all sick. Well, I might sound happy but I am not. I mean it’s nothing like that. It’s just a friend of mine just got a job because she was sick of sitting at home and giving exam over and over to get in some where for further studies from past one and half year. When they say heights of bad luck, I really can believe it now.

Okay! So what happened was she left home happily on the first day of her very first job, wearing really sexy heels and a decent outfit abut the karma started showing its effects.

How would you feel if on the first day of your job you don’t get a cab for half an hour and then some riche rich handsome guy comes and gives you lift? Well, it really happened, she din't get a cab and the riche rich guy came, but instead of giving her lift, his car splashed mud almost all over her outfit with its sexy smooth tiers, leaving her tainted and she couldn’t do anything except shouting from behind.

That mud she removed with the water bottle she was carrying but this wasn’t it. The fate had something else stored for her. She walked down on the street in search for a cab and the fate again showed its charm. Because of a hole in the poorly maintained road from BMC (Bombay Municipal Corporation); her heels got stuck and broke because of her great effort. This was it. She lost the patience left in her and shouted “Taxiiiiii” and a cab really came for rescue. Thank god!!

She reached station and paid the cab driver from the money she kept in her pocket for convenience so she wouldn’t have to search for wallet if she is in hurry. Smart, isn’t she.

She rushed to ticket counter only to find that she has forgotten her wallet at home in hurry and is left with only 5 bucks which is not even enough to reach office, forget about coming back. As we all know, forgetting wallet means neither cash nor cards. She looked around for some help.

People were rushing to their destinations without even caring about anyone, all blind. Well, that is what Mumbai is all about. No one cares about your existence or problems and yes, it was quite plausible in the fast paced life.  She was there; standing still, left wondering how this all shit can happen in just one day with her. She had no option but to walk back home which meant complete one hour walking under the sun.

Well, she called me almost every time to ask what should be done now, but alas, these corporate meetings sometimes take ages to finish so could not pick up. Its not something I did willingly. But she wasn't willing to understand. Any way, is there still any need to say that I didn’t hear her voice for next complete One Week?