Journey

Journey

Life is more about the journey than the destination. More over I'm a traveler, destinations rarely matter to me.

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.

lamp

lamp

While walking on the beach,

he found a lamp.

Upon rubbing, there was a huge blast.

Not his,

but someone's wish was granted.

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

Trick

Trick

Girl: Hey!! Something has been changed. 

How come you are always happy these days?? 

Whats the trick?

Boy: I have stopped dreaming.

Excluding you...!!

Excluding you...!!

“Every person you meet is fighting a war, okay.

Life is not that easy”, she took a pause,

“Forget it, perhaps you are a lucky man,

You have always met nice people

and luck has always favored you.”,

she completed her sentence.

“Yeah, I am a lucky man.”

He replied with a smile.

death note...

death note...

A man once asked a dying man,

“What is the biggest failure of your life?”

He thought for while

and said,

“Go fuck yourself !”

What if...!!

What if...!!

He was still on his knees. She had rejected his proposal. "Thank god he had not called his friends", a thought crossed her mind. But then, she saw him getting up with a smile on his face. His smile confused her. He came towards her, shook hand with her and wished her for a great future. She was standing like a statue, and when he was about to leave, she asked him, “Are you happy because I have said no to you?” “What? Are you mad? No. It’s not like that?” he replied with a fake laugh. He waited for her next question. “Then why are you smiling? Are you smiling at me?” She asked without any hesitation. “No, I am happy because I’ll never have to wonder that what if I had asked you.” He walked away with a smile on his face and pain in his heart. She was still confused.

true LOVE

true LOVE

Anjali gave him a diary to write and Victor gave her a pen. He didn’t like the concept of writing diary about his own life, so he started asking her questions about her bucket list, her dreams, her favorite dish, fruit, color, actor, actress, movie, her each and every like and dislike and every night Victor secretly wrote it in the same diary. They both loved each other more than anything in this world and even beyond.

It was Anjali’s birthday today. Obviously, he was the first one to wish her. They saw a movie, went for a long drive, and, to Anjali’s surprise, Victor had planned a party for her. All of her friends were already there. Everything was perfect, and she loved it. They laughed, danced, kissed and ejoyed every moment of today, like it was their last day together. But after all, he was a boy, and how can a boy do something without making any mistakes. He had forgotten the gift, the gift which she had especially asked from him. She remembered it but chose to ignore it, because he had done a great job today and she was very happy. Perhaps it was the best day of her life. Her parents had also met him today and they too liked him. Now she was sure that it was him, her true love her future life partner. Before going to bed, she thanked her god, because she couldn’t have asked for a better life than this one. She slept with tears in her eyes; these were the tears of happiness. 

But from the very next day, everything changed, because Victor was changed. He behaved like a different person. He stopped picking her calls, didn’t reply to her texts and never showed her his face again. Perhaps he had ditched her without even telling her a reason. But Anjali, she didn’t give up on him. She kept on trying. She was hurt. She prayed, tried and cried but nothing worked. She met Victor’s parents, they were nice people and they treated her very well but couldn’t do anything to help her out. They told her that Victor had left this city. She was left with so many unanswered questions, broken promises and endless pain. Her true love had felt her empty. How could he do this to her? How could she forget, the moments they had spent together, the promises Victor had made? Love is tough to find and tougher to forget. But time is the biggest healer and eventually the time passed. Anjali found a new friend. Ravi was nice person and he cared for her. Anjali was not a person who would lie or keep secrets, so she told him everything. She even told him that somewhere she still missed Victor but she would never return to him for what he had done to her. Ravi too accepted her with her past. 

Today they were marrying. In her red designer lehnga, Anjali was looking like an angel. Ravi also looked great in his black Armani suit. Then, somewhere in the crowd of her relatives and known ones, Anjali saw the glimpse of Victor’s parents, but they didn’t appear again. Suddenly all those feelings were alive again. She wanted to run away from this marriage and ask them about Victor.

Later in the evening while they were opening gifts, Anjali found an unnamed packet. It had the same pair of anklets which she had asked from Victor for her birthday. It confused her. Few days later, Ravi received a courier in his office; there was the same diary and a letter in it. Perhaps she would never know what Victor had done before his death.

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“Just because a Relationship ends, it doesn’t mean that two people stopped loving each other, perhaps it’s ended because they cared too much for each other.”

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 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.