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When I die….

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         It’s amazing how people search for adventure in their lives  May be because we are humans and we are never happy with whatever we have and always dream for something we want our lives to be... But always give a second thought to your feelings or your life may turn into a disaster. Stories are good only when you read it but when you are a part of that story, trust me …..You feel like your character should have been deleted .Because life becomes nothing more than a room where you have been forcefully trapped and there is no way to get out...You shout , shout a lot but no one listens because the story is so interesting that others enjoy and you become an enjoyment… This story starts from a railway station…… Winters and a big city...They were four and it was midnight. Two of them were adults and other two were teens. They were family and could do anything to run from that hell created by one among them and find a safe plac...

My hope for a day of love...

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Sitting on the  third   bench  when  I  always  stared  at  you....your eyes looked  at her. But  I kept my hope  alive thinking  that some day you will look  back and  my eyes would try to escape  the spark of your gaze.I waited ..Waited a lot. Then, an enemy called  * distance* took away  you   from me... without warning. And  propensity  for that one gaze of you  flew away  with  as many miles  I moved away!! . I compelled the  wind around me to take a drop of   tear  from my eyes and mix it  in you and fly ..fly ...fly as far as possible  ..and finally when you reach their, sprinkle it on him .May be the drops of my tear would remind him of this stupid and geek girl.But the days  passed  and this wind never heard me  and we grew up.I hardly cared about the way I was changing and how the puberty is playing on me . May...

MY BLACK AND WHITE DRESS

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My black dress takes me to a house.. That house is having a door Door has two hands and it raises one hand to call me near it and pleads to open the door. It has been doing it since a long time but I always deny to open the door .I don’t want to open that door because once I do that ,door will use it’s another hand to pull me inside . And once I go inside ..I know that I will see a TABLE A PEN is kept on that TABLE and That PEN talks Once I touch that PEN,It will start talking and ultimately convince me to draw something.. And I  Know that I will draw an OLD LADY That old lady will be having a DIARY.. That DIARY will be having her PAST .. That “PAST” is having two legs and It will chase me. I will try to run but it will follow me.. AND when I will reach near DOOR and ask the DOOR to help me get outside ,It will deny! Finally,PAST would find me and narrate a story..Story of life..how we grow?..how things will change ?what I  will be doing at different transit...