Adventure

  "Let's go for a walk", Tommy said to Lisa as he grabbed her hand helping her up off the sidewalk. Lisa exclaimed, "it's too hot, Tommy!" He replied, "What about the woods? There's shade there. Come on, it's better than just sitting here. "Lisa gave a quick shrug and a half-smile that meant "I guess". They began to head towards the woods, never realising that it would change their lives forever.

    "I wonder if she likes me like I like her", Tommy thought himself as he stared at Lisa's long. Wavy red hair that seemed to fall effortlessly into place. Lisa looked over her shoulder and gave Tommy a smile, he couldn't help but admire her beautiful face full of freckles and eyes as blue as the ocean on a warm summer day. "Ehh probably not", he says, "let's follow the daises". She hesitates, "I dunno Tommy, I guess". She knew Tommy wasn't the best navigator but she put aside her fears because she knew she couldn't always follow the followers back to the path.

    As the two became further and further away from the original trail, stranger things began to happen. They heard little voices and swore they saw tiny men. "I want to go back!" , Lisa stated fearfully, "this place gives me the creeps!" Tommy was scared too but would never admit it so he responded. "if that's what you want". As the two turned around, they looked at each other in horror realizing that the trail of daisies had disappeared. 

An Orphan

   

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    I'm an Orphan boy. Sorry! I can't say my name cuz, I don't have any particular recognised name to myself. People use to call me by different names like Chotu, Thammi, Chinna, idiot, rogue, etc., it depends on their mood. I'll respond for every call and every signal, cuz I have a hope that I can get a call, who can call me with full of love and affection, not with sympathy. And for orphans like me, are always waiting for someone's call to feel their self that they are not alone. And here for all the coming story, you can imagine me with any name whatever you want, I'll definitely connect with that name. And I'll be very happy that you are thinking about me, and you are something knowing about me. Cuz, basically no one thinks about me until I beg at them or until their birthdays comes. And there is no need to think about me even. But I always use to think, why they care me on the special occasions of their lives (Birthdays, Anniversaries, Events). Maybe they're feeling god will care about them with good and delightful sight. But why the god will do that? when they are doing something to the boy who is already strongly punished by God, like no one ever gets. Actually, I like people very much, cuz I know the real value of people and family presence in our lives. Cuz, I already got tired with my loneliness. But loneliness is always my best ground to play with my thoughts. And the beneficiary of this game is, there is no need of any sibling to play with us. Basically, everyone has their mother in their childhood to learn how to bath and how to brush and how to dress-up and how to eat and how to live and etc.., But for me, there is no one, I learnt how to bath my self and I only know that how my tears were fought with water at that time. And I learnt how to eat my self and I only know how my silence fought with my food. And I learnt how to live my self and I only know how my self-respect fought with my soul. And everyone has their mother to remind their childhood, but I don't even know who my mother is. I love the shops(Bakery, Chocolate, Ice cream, etc.,) who has a covered wall instead of the glass window, Cuz covered walls are always good they never show what they have in it and they don't give any thought on what I can't get anyway. But, glass windows are always making me stand at in front of it, and it always reflects my face reversely and it always reminds me what actually I'm. I have so many dreams and I got to know that with my strong life, there is no one to support me and there is no one to work for me, but my life and time never stopped growing for all the shakes which I'm facing now, so I can build my self by my own as I learnt everything in my life by my self. And I'm still an orphan without any name, but I'm believing my self strongly, one-day people will call me with an honour name(Future Designation) with full of respect which is very rare and new to my life. Until I shine I'm AN ORPHAN.

Middle Class DAD

    

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I'm the richest son, to my middle-class father. And I'm very happy to call him as my king. I can feel and I can say, I'm not alone with this. There are a lot of sons who are feeling the same about their middle-class kings (Fathers). There are a lot of reasons for the above phrases. Actually, those are not reasons, those are hidden facts about him (My Dad), Which no one identified and which no one discussed and which no one awarded. Because he is not a celebrity or not a matter of sensation, or not a matter of likes & shares in social media. He is a just middle-class father, who can't give luxurious things, who can't arrange five-star hotel meals, who can't make foreign trips, who can't put us in villas. But, he is always in first to makes us feel comfortable and enough full to have all my needs. And he always in first to sacrifice his life to fulfil my wishes. Yes, he does that every time, but he never recognised well for it. Because we call it as a men's responsibility, mostly a father's responsibility. Behind the mask of responsibility, he did so much to me, from the first day of my life and he is still doing and I know, he will do that until his last breath. But he can't share what he is doing, because he is not so expressive as Mumma, because he is a responsible man and father, who shouldn't be so expressive as per the Indian male theories if he do that he will be counted as a strengthless man and weak father. 

     Now as a richest son, it's my responsibility to understand his sacrifices and responsibilities towards his family. And I'm very happy to share about his role. He works too hard in the whole month to get his salary on 1st date of every month. And that day he will be very happy because there he can do full fill some of his family needs. I'm sure, he never used his salary for his self. And that salary will gone in very few days, for all the home needs and for my fee & pocket money and EMIs and etc., I always wonder, I and my brother have too many trendy shirts and jeans and my Mumma also have so many colourful sarees in our rack, but my father has only very few pair of clothes and that too he is using those clothes from so many years. And, I and my brother have so many footwears but my father has his old black leather slippers only, which has so many patches on it. And he booked an auto to drop us at our 5km college, but he always walks to his 10km office.  And he always asks us for what we want to eat, but he never bought his favourite sweets. Because he knows that his salary can't to full fill his self-interests and wishes, if his family should get all their needs and wishes, he should compromise in his interests and he should sacrifice his wishes. And society calls father as a backbone of every family, as they are saying he always left on the back only. Behind all of these, his smile always precious and strength to me and my family. Whatever the situation he always looks us with a smile and he leads the situation with that smile only by hiding weight full thoughts in his heart. He is like a dark to the elegant moon. And as everyone says, Dark is king of the night. Yes! He is my KING.  

Tears

Tears when the emotional outbreak takes place, the eye's water comes out, dipped into thoughts.

The tears express the imagination of our mind, meanwhile, the feelings that emerge from mind-heart. 

And don't we form stories by imagination and feelings? yes, our stories and tears have connections. 

Tears are the part of our extreme moments in life either very sad or exciting enough to reminisce memories of happiness!

And such moments are worthy to be penned. 

Stories become antique when written with the ink of tears to make it more fluid to be able to flow around the untouched parts pf your idle mind to make the life more alive. 

Naked Emotion

 There was a time

when we used to talk on the phone instead of chatting

cause your VOICE, I last my breath away every time whatever you said...

just wanna listen to your silent words again

I'm so obsessed with your voice when you whispered in my ear

"We are in the complete stages pf mutual emotional nakedness"

I still remember who we were that night 

we were into each other so deeply

the time went so fast

that night was so bright...

the only thing I remember was your skin

it was so porcelain

and your hair rambling on my face

and your whisper touch...

it was so mesmerizing...

but, 

I still remember who we were that night. 

you left me because you think that was right.