Kyu K Bas itni si Kahani Nahi Ha Hamari

What Happens when a girl is raped and then murdered brutally? There is anger inside you, right? 
"Kill that bas****, hang him to death whether he is a minsters son or a bus conductor it does not matter, justice should be done" you say.

Then some laureate with a good vocab finds a word from dictionary and calls the victim with that name, followed by a good tag line "Daughter Of Nation" 
People on online networking sites change their Profile picture to a black dot as a symbol of protest...

And Then after few months..

you change your profile picture and newspaper's are filled with another rape and brutal murder
And another word is being searched...

iss desh mein to hum gaay ko bhi mata bolte ha phr betiyon k saath aisa kyu?

Please don't change your DP this time, because the change within can change the world...

kyu ki bas itni si kahani nahi ha hamari... 

The One in The Past

“Beautiful girls.. all over the world.. I could be chasing..” My phone rang. I was in deep sleep. But somehow I woke up. I picked up the phone.

“hey.. are you awake? The arrival time of your train was four? You reached or not”, dad fired all questions in one go.

“Yeah! I think so.” I looked outside the train window, “Ten minutes more...” I could see the old storage located just outside the station.  This was sign for me that I am home since past eight years. 

“ ok.. wait till the sun rises. Night time is not safe.” My mom shouted from the other side. It seems see grabbed phone from my dad in few seconds while I was checking where I was. She was faster than a ninja. 

“yes mummy. I will wait and come home when sun rises.”  I replied her yawning.

I almost arrived. I could see the old rusty sign saying “TATANAGAR JN.”. I took out my luggage and lined up with other passengers to get out of the little iron box.

 It was still dark outside and little cold. The place was changed since the last time. The parking place was shifted to the other side. The reservation counter now had the glass door. The thing which was not changed was the auto drivers circulating around you like housefly around sugar balls.  But I had the order from supreme commander, wait till the sun rises.

“Sir! Baridih,Sakchi,Bistupur,golmuri. Where you want to go?” An auto driver finally asked.

“golmuri?” It just came out of my mouth.

“Yes sir! Golmuri. Come I will take you” He started pulling my luggage from my hand.

“No I don’t want to go. It just came out of my mouth. Sorry.” I pulled back my luggage from him.

I sat down on the bench putting my luggage beside.  The place had lot of memories attached, both good and bad, bad mostly. This was the reason I had avoiding coming home. I covered my face with both my hands. Took a deep breath. I was aware what I was going to do I will regret bur I was unable to overcome the temptation.

“Bhaiya” I called the rickshaw-wala. Who was searching for another catch after I denied.

“Yes Sir! Where?” he came running towards me.

“Golmuri first, from their I will tell you. I will pay you double but do as I say.” I told him.

“Ok sir.” He grabbed my luggage and I followed him.

“Take left, go along the company wall. There is a watch tower” I guided the rickshaw driver.

 After few minutes I was there, that place Anand Nagar, Golmuri. I read the address written outside. It was the same place. The lights were off. Probably everyone was sleeping in the house.

“Sir! Kahan lagaun gadi?” The rickshaw driver asked.

“just here only. And wait” I replied.

“ahh… ok” he gave me a weird look.

Everything was the same as she used to describe in our late night talks. The company wall beside her house. Her Dad’s car covered and parked in front of her gate. The glass window of her room. The lighthouse inside company premises adjacent to the boundary.  

“Its five thirty Bacha.” Priya said,

“How do you know? We just started talking.” I replied.

“The lighthouse lights went off. We are talking from last five hours.” She said giggling.

“seriously? But it seems like we just started talking. This part I hate most. Now your mom will get up and you have to drop.” I said in a foul voice.

“Aww!! Don’t be sad, you also need sleep. And I am going nowhere. I am always there with you. Now smile and say I love you” Priya replied in a loving voice.

“But I want to talk more. I will miss you baby L” I replied her.

“Mad boy. I love you sooo much. Now you also say.. Bacha” Priya.

“wokay.. love you too baby. Now you can hang up L” I replied her back.

“No you hang up please, I don’t want to” I could feel the love for me in priya’s voice.

“Sir! Its five thirty. I have other work also.” Rickshaw driver brought me back to present.

“yes. Five minutes more please.” I asked .

I went near her gate, took a red brick piece and drew a line. Today I had nothing to gift her. I never thought I will come back.

 I saw a plant with white flowers near the wall. I plucked one flower, kissed and put it above the boundary of her house. The lights of her front room was switched on, may someone woke up, probably her mother.

I signalled rickshaw driver to start and sat down. I looked back, a breeze blew away the flower which I left. This time I didn’t cry. May be we never intended to be together. Destiny was never on our side.

The flower and the mark was just another failed attempt from my side. The rickshaw took a turn and so was I forced to go along.

Sometimes you give so much into a relationship and it does not work. You give another shot but all goes in vain. Yes I had a broken heart. I thought I found my soulmate but things didn’t go my way and so I was twenty four and still single, One break up.

“So sir! Where now? “ Rickshaw driver asked me.

“I guess home!” I looked back and said after a deep breath.

“Yeah Home but where exactly your home is I don’t know” The rickshaw driver replied me sarcastically.

“Sakchi” I answered him. Sometimes, actually most of the times a heavy heart answers make you feel stupid.

The auto driver headed towards my home. It started drizzling. May be god is sad for me or he’s just washing away my past to write something new. 

Get Far to get Closer

Life has its own ways to say things. But we don’t realize what it is trying to convey. When something ends, we believe it’s the end of the universe. We see no light coming in from anywhere. But we often forget every night after the sun sets we have stars twinkling in the sky. All we need to do is look up and it will guide us on our way.

Tushar was sitting in his favourite bar, Sipping down a peg of scotch. Autumn was approaching. He could see the leaves shedding down from tree, beside the window he was sitting. The nest on the branch of the tree was missing the warmth of the leaves. So was Tushar of any human companionship.

It was his birthday in an hour. One more year of life, the beautiful life was about to end. And a new one was about to start. He had the same anxiety and eagerness, when he used to unwrap the gifts as a child. But today he was scared to see what was in there waiting for him.

He looked at his watch, five more minutes before he level’s up. Last year this was the exact same time when he got the most unforgettable text of his life from Shruti. full of all the love and affection which could be in this world wrapped in a single message.

“Happy birthday love. I texted you five minutes before since I wanted to be the first one wish you. May I get the chance to be wish you on every birthday till I die. Love you so much Bacha :* <3 .”

He remembered each and every word of that message. A smile came on his face. Memories which he had buried deep down in his heart started coming back.

“Sir! Last order. Its twelve, we are closing. “The waiter brought him back in the present.

“What? “he woke up from his dreams.

“Sir, we are closing, its twelve. Any last order?” waiter repeated himself.

“No, check please. Thanks.”Tushar said.

It’s a year and five minutes ahead, when he was happy last time. That was the last message he received from Shruti. He never got to know where exactly things went wrong. Just a mail from her saying he was wasting his time with her. She had someone else in her life. He never had chance to talk to her. The one last talk he deserved. One last closure.

He has been living in hell from past one year. Getting tormented from the memories he had of his failed love.

The best memories of our life are often framed in moonlight but also those memories makes you cry in moonlight.

He walked down the stairs. He needed a long walk to cherish the memories or cry out them in moonlight. He was not sure. 

“beep-beep” his phone alerted him that he has some birthday wishes in inbox. But he was not in mood but still decided to take a look. Eight messages and three miscall.

He thought of switching of his phone but a text came from an unknown number. He opened it and started reading.

“Hi,

Happy Birthday. Always be happy. J

Shruti”

 “Why she texted me after a year?” His hands were trembling.

“Please leave me alone. You know, I was waiting for you to contact me from past one year. I wanted to talk to you but i have nothing to say. Just one question why you did this to me? I loved you much. I deserved better.” He texted her back.

“It’s very complicated. I can’t explain you things. Please stay happy.” Shruti replied.

“Huh! Happy? How? I was living in hell from past one year, figuring out where things went wrong. What happened? I was dying every day inside.

I need answers. Please tell me the reason so that I could atleast die in peace.” Tushar asked Shruti.

“Ok! It was my friend Sunny’s birthday three months before we talked the last time. I was drunk and things went little wrong with sunny. I don’t know I started hanging out with him often. I was doing things just for fun but day after your birthday I found out that I am two months pregnant. I am so sorry. I wanted to tell you but I was afraid….” Shruti replied back. 

“What the hell are you talking? You cheated on me. And the whole time I was blaming myself.

Ahh! Why? I was so honest. I was planning my life with you and you. I feel pitty on myself.”

“I am sorry.Please forgive me if possible.” She replied.

“Atleast you could have told me. I would made things right.” I replied her.

“How? There was no way out. I had to end our relationship. Sorry” Shruti said.

“We could have married.” Tushar answered.

“I am married to sunny. Though its not what i imagined but I have four months son.” Shruti texted back the most terrifying and painful words he had ever heard.

 “I can’t forgive you. You ruined everything. Bye.” He pressed send and threw his phone on road. It broke into pieces like his heart.

Three years later…

“Sorry madam, but we need fathers name in there.” The Clerk said to Shruti pointing towards a blank space.

“But I am single Mom. My child doesn’t have a father. Please this a about my son's life.” Shruti pleaded the clerk.

“Are you kidding me? How can a baby be born without a father?” The clerk replied back smiling sarcastically.

“Only sharing his DNA does not make one a father. Now would you please tell me my Son will get admission or not.” Shruti’s voice showed her anger.

“Sorry Maam but to get admission DNS does count. You can try any other school in this city or any other city.” The clerk without looking at Shruti replied her.

“But…This school was my last hope.” Tears rolled down Shruti’s eyes. 

Shruti has been struggling to get admission for her son since two months . But every where it was same story, father’s Name. A small blank on a child’s admission form was enough to blank his whole life.

Shruti knew her one mistake four years ago has not only destroyed her life but also of her son. She leaned against the wall in clerk’s office, Slid down on the ground. Put her head into her lap and more tears.

“Maam, Please don’t make a scene here. We have other parents also coming.” The clerk asked her to go out.

“Please can’t you make an exception? It was my fault. Why my son has to pay for it. “She pleaded again for her son leaning against the wall.

“Please maam!! Leave or I have to call security.” There was rudeness this time in the clerk’s voice.

“Tushar, Tushar bhardwaj.” A voice echoed in the clerk’s office.

Shruti knew that voice. She leaned up against the wall.

“Tushar?” Shurti’s lips murmured by seeing Tushar after four years. She was surprised.

“And who are you sir?” Clerks asked Tushar.

“I am the one for who’s name you will fill in the blank column here.” Tushar pointed towards the Father’s name in the admission form.

“Ohh!!.. ok” the clerk was surprised.

“Why are you doing this?” Shruti came close to Tushar and whispered.

“I also don’t know” he replied her back smiling.

“You know that we can’t be together.” Shruti said in anger but whispering.

“I know, we can’t be together. But I have in living in hell for four years. I travelled, I went far. I thought I will forget you but I was not. I tried hating you. But then I realised I can’t do that. I can never hate you. “Tushar replied.

 “But why this? My child does not have a father” she replied.

“You remembered the last time we talked on my birthday. I said this would have been our baby, my baby. And you only said Sharing DNA does not make one a father.

I promise you I will be a good father, though we don’t share same blood line but we both love the same woman a lot.” Tuhsar said holding Shruti’s face in his both hands.

“I am sorry. But after what I have done with you I can’t do this anymore. Every time I will see you I will feel guilt.” Shruti was sobbing.

“See Shruti, after whatever happened I changed, I tried hating you but I was not able to. You are the one with whom I want to spend my life. I have left everything behind. I have moved very far to get closer to you. I want you in my life. It’s ok if you don’t want but atleast let me be the father of your child. Please. I beg.” Tushar said wiping Shruti’s tears.

“I have no words. I am sorry. I don’t know what I want but thank you. You are a good man. My son is very lucky to have father like you. “ Shruti said resting her head on tushar’s chest.

“Congratulations your son got admission. You can collect the textbooks on next Saturday. On back side of form is the address of the tailor who makes uniform for our school. Thank you and both of you can leave now. Next. “The clerk replied.

What occurred in past is past. Mistakes happen, we are humans, the species best known for its poor judgement and also for the its amazing quality, emotions. which differs us from every other species on this planet exhaling and inhaling oxygen. 

Sometimes you have to move far in life to get closer to someone. Either is distance or emotions you have to leave things behind and move.

 If you really want someone, get far to get closer. 

Another story of getting closer. Courtesy British airways. 
Link : http://bit.ly/1epU8Uj

The Serious Vampire

Our story begins somewhere in deep forests of Western Ghats. A place very isolated from normal human life. There was a village named Vpur. Sounds weird, isn’t it? So to understand what are we doing in Vpur village of western Ghats. Let’s take a flashback, two hundred twenty years ago…
 
The day was 21’st November 1783, in Paris, France, the first un-tethered manned hot air balloon show was performed by the guys having very complex French names.
 
This flashback thing will take a while, but for the sake of the story I will go little fast. So French guys test their hot balloon aircraft and but there was an ambitious vampire who was bored from drinking French blood. So he stole the aircraft. You must be thinking how? Come on, he was a Vampire.
 
Moving forward, after drinking a lot of European and Middle East blood, he came to India. This reminded of you something? Something you read in history? Exactly, this guy followed the Mughals footsteps. But here is the twist, Mughals attacked Delhi and this guy came to Western Ghats. The Balloon got deflated and he had no idea how to fix it. Why? Come on he was a Vampire. They are dumb.
 
 
So our Vampire had no option other than to build a hut there, survive on animal blood and live in lonely Western Ghats. But that worst was still to come. He fell in love with an Indian girl there, who was searching for her lost goat. I know what you are thinking, how? And probably the answer you are expecting is “come on he was a Vampire” but this time it was not his inhuman quality which got him the girl.
 
Then what? You are probably wondering? Right? Come on, the guy was from Paris, Mecca of lovers. White skin, foreign accent, wearing trousers. I hate to say that but any girl would fall for him.
 
 
So he married the girl, had two beautiful children, a boy and a girl. And his life began. His children grew old had their children and they had theirs and so on. And after two hundred twenty years we are here in VPur a village full of species who are half vampire and half human.
 
Well, now the story gets serious. The Vampires of Vpur were living happily and prosperously from past two hundred years without harming any human life and surviving on animal blood.But!! yes we have a but and very Serious wala BUT.
 
As world got globalised, we Indian’s got lot of things such as Facebook, Pizza, Dish TV, AIDS, Spy pen Camera with 16 GB memory which you use as pen drive also just for 599/- INR. Oops!! sorry I got little distracted.But amazing product, right?
 
Anyways apart from these things Vpur got something extra, Huge and funded by government. Government?Your eyes must have widened and eyebrows rose? But that's not the point I am trying to make. The point is, a wild life sanctuary was built near Vpur village. That means the days of free food were over.
 
The happy days were about to get over. Soon the houses having refrigerator full of blood had empty bottles in it. The sharp, long tooth’s of Vampires there lost its shine. The animals got less and the humans increased.
 
You must be thinking, why they are not feeding on humans? Well, funny story. You remember the first vampire, the one whose balloon got deflated, I mean hot air balloon. Well, He married that girl and everything was fine for some days but honeymoon period ends and wife is wife. Whether you are Vampire or own an Empire, you can’t make her happy.



He was so annoyed from her that he joined some revolutionary organisation sometime in 1900’s. Luckily he attended some Bapu’s Session on Ahimsa. He got inspired by Bapu’s thought so much that he decided no human blood shall enter the throat of any resident of Vpur.
 
But let’s get real. He had nothing better to do. But a vampire never betrays his word. Till this moment no one ever in Vpur has tasted human blood.
 
The condition was getting serious day by day in Vpur. The food supplies were getting over. They cant even break in the sanctuary and steal, they can’t hurt human. What to do? Was the Facebook status of most people of Vpur.
But when a demon rises a savior is always born. Well, technically in this case Vpur residents were demon though not by nature.
 
So where was I, Yes saviour. There was someone in Vpur village who was more concerned than just updating his status. The Son of daughter of the vampire who’s balloon got deflated two hundred twenty years ago, VigneshAnna Murgesh Pallab Indresh Ratan Evan. In short Vampire, the serious Vampire.
 
Vampire had some plans, some serious plans. The one which should attract people in a very benevolent way, Since Vpur village had its pillars on ahimsa so it should be something humans do themselves. And it was Blood Donation Camp.
 
But how and who were the target audience? Was the question asked by the villagers to vampire. But he had everything figured out.
 
The blood donation camp was planned to setup in front of wild life sanctuary. Yes the same sanctuary which made them thirsted for single drop of blood and the donater's would be the tourists who come to see the wilds.
 
Everything was setup. The plan was to run the camp for a month and the Tag line was “If you have come to see the wild, then please donate blood to our child”. I know what are you wondering? Tag Line-yucks. Right. But come on! They are Vampire’s this is the best they can do. They are good suckers, I mean good at sucking blood not writing tag lines.
 
So the day arrived, the first donator came, then second, then third and so on. It was full house for two weeks. Happiness ran again into the Vpur village. The shine came back on long sharp teeth’s, now they were sucking stomach full of blood. The go-downs got full.
 
But, yes again a But. It seems that after donating the blood, some tourist visited the sanctuary. And while treating their eyes with the nakedness of wild. They fell unconscious and became treat to some wilds.

And rest you know RTI, Media, women empowerment. Oops!! Not woman empowerment.
 
Soon the Vpur village became hub of journalist, TV reporters. Every activity got amplified in there. From the tiger that ate the tourist to the Blood Camp organised by Vampire. First it was praised as noble act by the media. And later in the evening when they went to bar of Vpur. Bar? Eyebrows rose? Well Vpur was the most developed Vampire village, though it was the only one. Not only bar, it had discotheques too but we will go back to later.
 
So after a long day of reporting, Cameraman Deepak went to local bar. He ordered The Regular.
 
“Wow!! You served me Vodka with cranberry juice. I love it.” Was the reaction of Deepak The cameraman when the bartender gave him the Regular.
 
But a drinker knows his drink. Deepak The Cameraman after taking the sip got to know “This is not what he thought he is drinking. But he is thinking right, what he is drinking.”
 
A soldier is never off duty, so is neither a Cameraman. He slipped his hands into the pocket and guess what? He took out that, Spy pen Camera with 16 GB memory which we can use as pen drive also, just for 599/- INR. I told you it’s amazing but anyways let move on with the story.
 
Deepak The cameraman covered the biggest story of the year. The Blood Smugglers.
The village was raided and tonnes of blood bottles were found. Vampire got arrested and all his colleagues. The food depository accumulated by him was gone in seconds. And the Vpur village was named as the Village of blood smugglers. Leaving them in a serious condition.

 

The Marijuana Effect

Life is sometimes so funny, that your eyes shed tears. You wipe your them and continue laughing. Your stomach pains but laugh does not stop. Jaws get tired. But you still laugh.

Problems seem so easy and small when we overcome that. Most of the time we forget how scared and terrified we were that time. But like it is said, Time makes is easy. With every tick of clock problems of our past looks easy.

I too had lot of such incidents, the time when I was being thrown out of college. Or the time when I surrounded by twenty boys and was about to get thrashed COMMA STYLE, but I survived. It doesn’t matter now how it happened. But among all the stories the one which still makes my stomach ache and jaws tired is THE MARIJUANA EFFECT.

The most memorable and crazy moments often happens in our college days. Well becoming a father or marrying your daughter is no doubt the memories you will take to your grave but the memories of college is different. The feelings of first drag of cigarette, or the first after party vomit, or the first hangover next morning has no comparisons though sounds disgusting.

This incident happened after I felt all the feeling an engineering student could feel. Yes, I was a fourth year engineering student. I hardly used to go college. My life was awesome.

My days used to start with kicking my bike for morning tea. The chilly weather of Dehradoon always had planned something for my morning workout. After kicking my bike for fifteen minutes I used to realise there’s no petrol.

“Bob, Bhai!! Tank empty. Take your bike keys and bring my pullover also.” I used to shout at my roommate.

“We made the biggest mistake by naming you king. Do you have money for tea?” He used to say by throwing pullover on my face.

“Yes but only for two days after that I will call dad and ask for money to buy some new books” I used to reply him and we were on our way to have tea and bun-butter.

After tea and bun-butter my day had many other activities, like maa calling early morning.

“Have you taken bath? And prayed? This is your last year in college. You need god’s blessing to get a good job.” Maa said everyday on phone.

“Yes Maa, I am in temple now eating Prasad” I replied her munching my bun-butter shamelessly, and simultaneously whispered the chai-wala,” Bhaiya ek aur.”

And finally in the evening after all status call with my family member used to come the part, let’s get stoned.

Yes I was kind of vegetarian. At least for three to four hours before my dinner. We had no idea next morning what we did last night.

So one fine night after getting stoned, we went into argument. Who has the smallest feet? As far I remember I only made valid point.

“Since in my name the third alphabet is E and Mr. Frodo from lord of the rings has name starting with F so I have the smallest feet.” This was my point.

But everyone took it personally. The only way to conclude is to see who can walk on the terrace side walls most far.

We all went up to terrace. The first to walk was Bob, twenty steps or I just counted till twenty I don’t remember exactly. But it was twenty and he fell.

We had scheduled it alphabetical order. After B it was K, king. I jumped on the single brick side wall and started counting... One Two Three...

to be continued...

Bas Itni se Kahani thi Meri

Tried something in Hinglish 

Bas itni se kahani thi meri...

Aaj phir ghar k khidki pe baith k barish ko dekh rha tha.. woh tip-tip kar k girti bunde.Kuch bol rahi thi. Kuch yaad dila rahi thi.

Shayad main kch yaad karna chahta tha. Woh bachpan k baatein. Jab dil tutata bhi tha to mummy k ice cream naa dilane pe. Jab barish mein maa pakodiyan aur bournvita deti thi. Jab papa ghar k baramde mein heater lake Bhutte k saath caramboard khelte the.

Par aaj waisa kch nahi tha. Aaj main akela baramde mein chai k mug mein rum daal k pee rha tha. Woh baramda to tha par aaj papa saath mein caramboard nahi khel rahe the. Aaj ice cram khane k paise to the par khane ka mann nahi tha.

Aaj dil tuta tha to bas kisi aur k wajah se. Aaj maa k gale lagane se bhi woh dard nahi jaa skta tha. Aaj guitar to tha haath mein par jisse sunana chahta tha woh nahi thi.

Zindagi ek anjane mod pe aake ruk si gayi thi. Aaj so called successful to kuch hadd tak tha par koi tha nahi batane ko. Shayad main simate liya tha khud ko kahin.

woh bachpan k din hi ache the. 25 paise mein bhi hum apne mohalle k hero hua karte the. Woh chaat pe cahad k ball utarne ka mazza hi kuch aur tha. Aaj kal log to bas yoga karne jate hain.

barish k bunde dhire-dhir tez hone lagi. jaise aaj kal k zindagi k raftar hai. Har koi ek acha option talashta ha. Chahe woh khane k baat ho ya phir pyar ki.

Aankhen num hone lagi thi meri. Shayad bahut kuch mere andar hi tha, iss barish aur ghar k yaad ne usse bahar aane pe mazbur kar rha tha. maine ek zatke mein apni rum khatam ki aur dusri banane chala gaya.

Barish kuch aur tez ho gayi. main palat k khidki band krne aaya. Haath badathe hi kch dikha mujhe.

Ek kagaz k kashti, barish k pani mein ghote kha rha tha. Kuch hi pal mein ek judaw sa ho gaya uss kashti se. Jaise k main hi hu woh kashti. Dubne k kagar mein.

Woh kagaz k kashti dubne lagi. Maine bhi umeed chor di k woh phir se tairega. Aankhen jhuka k mai khidki ko band karne laga. par tabhi koi awaz aayi. Ek bacha dudte hue aaya uss barish mein aur uss kashti ko uss bahvar se nikal phir se tairne k achi si jagah pe rakh diya.

Pata nahi par ek muskan se aa gaya mere chehre pe. maine khidki band k aur kitchen k self ko khol bournvita ko woh packet nikal liya jo maa ne aatee waqt diya tha.

Bas itni se kahani thi meri...

Synopsis-The novel

                             The Last Conversation

Things would have been so different if we knew this is the last time. If we knew this is the last kiss, it would have been so passionate. If we knew this is the last hug, it would have been much tighter. If we knew this is the last time we are talking may be it would have never ended.  But things never go the way we want. Everything ends, irrespective of our wish.

Sometimes it’s better to let things go, but hard to follow. So was my case. Even after a month of breakup I was still at the same place. I was so tempted to get back with my ex, to hear her voice. I read lot of articles how to get over your ex. I tried everything possible to get over her. Painted my apartment, grew my breakup beard. Fixed every electrical appliance in my house. But if you attached to a person, you will find her/him in everything. Every gravitational and magnetic law will drag you back to that person which you were unable to use in exams.

I wanted to share my feelings with someone. And for whom was my feeling was not there to hear. So I decided to write everything on a paper and went to terrace and threw it. It was little relaxing. I could feel the elevation under my feet. The sight down seemed so entrancing, I lifted my one foot. Again closed my eyes.

Suddenly I was hit by something on my head, my foot trembled. I misbalanced and..

“Ouch”, I opened my eyes. I was lying down on the terrace holding my back.

I was quite sure what hit me was not bird spit, it had more F=MA. I looked around and found the same paper wrapped around a stone.

“Ahhh.. how could… why.. who” now my voice was trembling. Anyways I picked up. Something was written on the other side of paper. I quickly unwrapped the paper.

More to come :)