Conditions apply*

Conditions apply*

She was staring at her phone

and

fell asleep after waiting two long hours.

That was the ONLY time her phone use to ring in the whole day.

Perhaps he forgot to call her today,

while talking to his girlfriend.

Karma is a bitch.

Karma is a bitch

“Why don’t you react when I unnecessarily shout at you?”  

asked her husband while keeping his hands on her shoulder from behind.

“You remind me of a younger me. When I was young and stupid.

I too had never thought about it.” 

She replied while removing her ear ring.

A Fool

A Fool.

A boy was dating a girl who always hurt him. One day, she broke up with him and told him, "I don't ever want to see you again."

A few months later, the girl had a change of heart. She realized that she loved the boy, so she went back and said to him, "Give me just one more chance. I love you and I need you. I promise that I will never hurt you again."

But the boy just laughed and said to her, "Only a fool would take back someone who hurt them so much."

The girl felt hopeless and began to cry, but the boy put his arms around her, held her tightly and said, "...and I am one of those fools."

Via Unknown

ghost...

ghost...

“I am really scared.” 

he said, 

while clinging to her mother.

“Don’t worry, these human only hurt themselves.”,

his mother replied.

That Rose

That Rose

The rear side of house and backyard was lit by a small dusty lamp. The drainage pipe was connected to the wall at a point in line with the window sill. Pipe shook as he climbed, swaying a little more with each pull, but he knew that it will hold his weight. He had been using this pipe since last three months. Victor had newly joined high school after moving to this town. His father’s transfer had brought him here and Aditi being a gabby girl in the class, became his first friend in the first week itself. Soon after few weeks of their friendship, they were occasionally seen lurking in the backside of football ground and often teased as a secret couple in school. Pipe was slippery today, perhaps because of drizzle. Victor climbed to a certain height and then swung his legs until he got his feet onto the window sill. Aditi, immediately closed the curtains after pulling him inside her room. Victor held her pressing her back against the wall, holding her wrists trapped above her head. As usual he had a rose in his lips. He always brought a rose for Aditi, despite of the fact that Aditi never liked roses, she infact liked a flower but didn’t know its name. This April of 1995 was special; it was Aditi’s birthday tomorrow. A blade of moonlight slipped from the curtains, casting a beam upon her face. He kissed her, while she kept her eyes closed. He gave a set of silver anklets. It was their last meeting, atleast for now. Despite of Aditi’s arguments and pleas, her family did not agree on leaving her alone in this city, they were all shifting to a famous metro city in Karnataka.

After completing her graduation in computer science, now Aditi was working for a famous IT consultancy. They both had lost contact in these years. He never called her or perhaps he never had her phone number and Aditi too never visited back the same city. Today while she was drinking coffee in the cafeteria, she felt his presence or perhaps she was missing him, she had always missed him. She finished her coffee and returned to her cubicle. As she sat in front of her computer, she was startled to see a rose on her table waiting for her with an unopened letter. There was no name on it.

A pigeon had fallen on the track.

A pigeon had fallen on the track.

We were standing in the mayhem of Nehru place. I had always loved this place. Perhaps because during our school days, after bunking classes, we had spent most of our time here, between Nehru Place and Kalka Ji. We had seen this place changing.  Nupur, my younger daughter, she was holding my hand. Metro was running with delay. Many people checked their watches after every 5 seconds, like this is going to make time run faster, or perhaps they were too late to wait. Most of the teens were busy in their Smartphones; I think they enjoyed their life more in those Smartphones than in the real world. 

There were still four more minutes for the metro to arrive. Nupur was looking at a kid of her age, whose shoes had lights. Nupur had those shoes at home. I always wanted to have those, when I was a kid but never got one. Probably because I had never asked anybody. And then, with a bang, we all saw the smoke on the electric wire, above the tracks. It had scared almost everybody; a pigeon had fallen down on the track. Everybody rushed towards the brink of the platform to see the fallen bird. They made guesses about what would have happened and whether it was alive or dead. Other than that nobody did nothing. 

Nupur had tightened her grip on my hand. she asked me,” Daddy, shouldn’t we do something, to take it out of there.” “No.” I snapped immediately, dragging her away from the brink, “Nhi Beta, train is coming. Accident ho sakta hai na?” She was already confused at people’s reaction and got more confused, with my answer. Metro had arrived and there was rush for the seats. We got a seat near door. She was still puzzled, turned towards me, looked into my eyes and asked “Daddy jo abhi hua, kya vo accident nhi tha??” I had no answer for her innocent question.

 

A Universal Human Problem......Presumptions.

A Universal Human Problem......Presumptions.

A lady in a faded grey dress and her husband, dressed in a homespun suit walked in timidly without an appointment into the Harvard University President's outer office. The secretary could tell in a moment that such backwoods, country hicks had no business at Harvard and probably didn't even deserve to be in Harvard. "We want to see the President "the man said softly. "He'll be busy all day "the secretary snapped. "We'll wait" the lady replied. For hours the secretary ignored them, hoping that the couple would finally become discouraged and go away. They didn't and the secretary grew frustrated and finally decided to disturb the president. "Maybe if you see them for a few minutes, they'll leave" she said to him. 

The President, stern faced and with dignity, strutted toward the couple. The lady told him "We had a son who attended Harvard for one year. He loved Harvard. He was happy here. But about a year ago, he was accidentally killed. My husband and I would like to erect a memorial to him, somewhere on campus." The president wasn't touched.... He was shocked. "Madam "he said, gruffly, "we can't put up a statue for every person who attended Harvard and died. If we did, this place would look like a cemetery." "Oh, no," the lady explained quickly "We don't want to erect a statue. We thought we would like to give a building to Harvard." The president rolled his eyes. He glanced at the gingham dress and homespun suit, and then exclaimed, "A building! Do you have any earthly idea how much a building costs? We have over seven and a half million dollars in the physical buildings here at Harvard." For a moment the lady was silent. The president was pleased. Maybe he could get rid of them now. The lady turned to her husband and said quietly, "Is that all it costs to start a university? Why don't we just start our own?"

Her husband nodded. The president's face wilted in confusion and bewilderment. Mr. and Mrs. Leland Stanford got up and walked away, traveling to Palo Alto , California where they established the University that bears their name. Stanford University , a memorial to a son that Harvard no longer cared about.

P.S: This is not a true story, I have checked on the Stanford University page. It was sent to me one of my very close friend "Aditya Prakash", a long back in 2009. I loved this piece of fiction and I hope you all have enjoyed it too. Try not to presume things. Good Luck.

But still, Anjali had a smile on her face.

But still, Anjali had a smile on her face.

But still, Anjali had a smile on her face. She had a very rough day. It started with arguments with her project manager, that too because of someone else’s fault; then her friend didn’t turn up for the lunch, then online order got delayed  and the worst part, now she had to attend the marriage party this weekend, with her relatives. Not only the parties but she never liked her relatives too. 

She was working for a reputed media firm in Pune. After completing her masters in media management, last year, she had joined this firm through campus placements. Her roommate was Saira, a young, dynamic, college going girl. After taking dinner, while Anjali was doing the dishes, her mobile beeped. Saira, who was watching “House”, looked at the blinking light, on table and shouted, “Di, koi message aya hai!” She always addressed Anjali with “Di”, which was, perhaps a shorter version of “Didi”. Anjali, who was busy in her work, replied without bothering, “please, dekho kiska hai.” Saira had already checked the message. Anjali’s ex-boyfriend had been on a date today, with another girl. Saira, who was waiting for Anjali to ask, replied, “Aapke X ka hai, shyad.”, pretending that she has not read that message. 

Apart from being roommates, Anjali and Saira were very good friends too. They shared almost everything. Anjali was done with the dishes. She came back while drying her hands with the towel and sat on sofa besides Saira. Anjali was in a relationship for almost one year but recently they broke up because her boyfriend was a drug addict and had “no more feelings” for her, however, Anjali has not stopped talking to him, unlike he had expected. They were now trying to treat each other as friends, normal friends. Saira always wanted to ask Anjali and today, when she saw the fading smile on Anjali’s face, she couldn’t resist herself and asked, “Di why do you still talk to him? Even after what he has done to you.” Anjali looked into the eyes of Saira and smiled, with pain in her eyes, “I never ignored any of my friend.”, Anjali replied.  ”But he is not a good friend and so you need to change this habit.” Saira was already prepared with her reply. Anjali thought for a while and replied, “When he did not leave his bad habits for someone, who truly loved him, why should I change a good habit of mine for someone, who doesn’t even care about me?” said Anjali, while writing back to her ex.

I felt free.

I felt free.

Being an acrophobic, today I had conquered one of my worst fears. Standing on the outer edge of window, I felt free. I was not afraid; not even from the thought of dying. Infact I had never enjoyed the view of Juhu beach, this much before. I had a 2 BHK flat on 8^th floor, in upper Juhu, South West Mumbai. I worked with a world renowned consulting firm and was living with one of my colleague, who happened to be my classmate as well. At this height, the air was pollution free, atleast I felt so. Vehicles looked no different than tiny toys, and were unable to disturb my internal tranquility. People appeared like ants, running without purpose. It perceived very similar to a mute movie scene or perhaps a dream.

It was quarter past six and I knew my flatmate would be arriving anytime now. I had written a long letter to thank everybody who were or had once held an important position in my life. I had even forgiven my boss who was never good to me and asked sorry from girlfriend for being bad to her. I had also written that how much I had loved my family and missed them.

Taking this decision was not easy; it took me almost three months to decide. I had tried every single way get out of that mess but failed. Even my flatmate had developed a slight doubt about what I was planning, and for the same reason he never left me alone, always picked me from my office or asked me and called me at around 5’o clock to make sure that I was in my office.  

I had finalized it last night and had also switched off my mobile in the morning itself. Today I had not gone to my office and instead, I enjoyed my last day. I watched a movie, eat sea food and even got a tattoo on my arm, which was of course painful. And then, I heard a knock on the door, my flatmate was here. He knocked restlessly. The door bell had gone mad. While all tangible things in my reach, the broken window pane, abraded paintwork and dust under my feet were making it clear, the concerned physical aspect of me wondered if this was just a dream. We both were struggling, my flatmate to break the door and I, to make sense out of this. A loud thud on the door and I was dazzled by the bright light. My arm was still sore.