Maunders

Cracked walls give a mini- heartattack .It reminds me of cracked moments.I ,somehow , could not paste them . Last time when I knocked at the door ,there was a wall.It shouted at me  .I did not care and  became deaf for that moment. Then,stared continously at the wall.I observed  it keenly.There were patches and holes.They reminded of the scars on my body.I tried to cover those patches with my fingers .But  wind didn't stop.It kept on blowing through those tiny holes. It reminded of my own mistakes.I cannot ever get through them.But then,there were few holes on the wall.A streak of light travelled through those holes.It reminded of my timid nature.I have never tried  to shake  hands with anonymous.These 40 years of my life was always surrounded by known faces.I was mistaken.I will let the light pass through the patches and holes of my heart.I will live now!

"Creation is a beautiful thing,isn't it? .I was created,you were created...we all were created! .My heart sinks for a moment when I imagine that there was no such thing as CREATION .May be when I die ,another me will be created but still, why everything  has opposites ...My body will be destroyed in few months ,I mean I will be burnt",Sheetal whispers inside her head and tears shouts on her face. With such deep thoughts and ailing body,Sheetal goes for a nap. Crazy clouds are running behind and Sheetal shouts ," what a day,what a day ,I feel like a deflated balloon ..so not in shape but still ready to be filled with tons of  air to fly high." AND it starts raining .Rain is beautiful but it is destroying nest of a bird.Sheetal notices that ,tears and rain drops mingles.Sheetal compares the nest with her body.Creation and destruction goes hand in hand .Not everything created can provide happiness to everyone like the way it provides you.For some, creation of th...

She was standing outside ..still struggling to believe , how  the one who would  never talk to a girl has out of the blue  invited a girl like  her  inside his own room.But she has to believe it for her own good as it was always that mysterious thing about him which attracted her towards him.Lost in her thoughts ,she forgot  that gift ..gift of being with him for two hours and pretending to  pay attention to those heavy calculations done by him and not noticing that smile on his cheek which could create havoc inside any girl's heart. But then she entered the room.He was busy with his books and when he noticed her standing in front of him like a good and obedient student ..all the calculations inside his mind melted in the shape of crushed heart.He smiled for a moment and then hiding the blush on his face asked her to have a seat and himself went inside kitchen to have some refreshment for her as  she had to travel a long way to be there.Meanw...

         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...