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Was it a date or not?

Outside the car, I wait
Are we meeting as friends or is this our very first date
I was puzzled what to wear
I decided my trusty black shirt and messy hair
Winter blossoms and winds get cold
Uncertain as to what this evening might hold

Then she appears, radiating as she walks
Her voice so child-like when she talks
I open the door and she smiles again
From there on our special night begins

Little anxious, I understood she was nervous
Hair in a knot, legs crossed looking serene on the surface
I believe my words were flattering as I described her what I thought
I couldn't lie she looked gorgeous in the moonlit dark
Then her pink lips turned to a familiar smile
On that face, my eyes kept fixated for a while

The knot opens, she lets down her hair
Forgive my manners, I can’t help but stare
It must have been rude, so I started stealing glances
Who knew we would connect so easily, what were the chances
I notice the little glint in her eyes
The more we converse, the further we're surprised
Numerous calls, ea…

Choose your friends wisely

Just off the phone, Sanjay couldn't be happier as a little bird from the top management told him that he would be the head supervisor of the company’s new project in Dubai. He stared blankly out his cabin's glass window, not sure how to react to the news. He gazed upon the staff when his eyes caught Ranvijay talking to his beautiful new secretary. Although Ranvijay was an old friend from college and Sanjay himself who brought him to his team, however looking at him effortlessly making Nikita laugh started to get him a bit jealous. He instantly picked up his intercom and asked Nikita to send Ranvijay inside his office.
Ranvijay walked inside the office without knocking. There was an air of invincibility about him which he always found intimidating. "Sir, have you lost weight?" Ranvijay asked as he collapsed on the chair. "I have, and you know you don't have to call me Sir," Sanjay lied. He loved having authority over his old friend. A chiselled angelic f…

In pursuit of Identity

'I am sick of this!' she grunted loudly. Sitting on the bank of River Godavari in the city of Paithan, Ilaa felt strangled by her father as he pressured her into getting married. She threw a small rock in the flow of the river and watched the ripple. This was her escape from reality. Watching the river glisten and flow like a free spirit, overcoming all obstacles. However, not even the pleasant breeze or submerging her feet in the water could keep her mind off her father’s words. 
That morning, while cooking chapatisIlaa overheard her father Vaivasvata Manu, talking to her elder brother Govind. “After this harvest, it would be the best time to get Ilaa married.” Her brother agreed and said, “Merchants are always looking for good brides for their sons.” 
Those words filled her heart with outrage. Last year, she sacrificed her education and started working on the fields so that she could avoid marriage. However, Ilaa knew she was bound for wedlock in the coming months, during th…

Feminism & Masculism, stole Mojo Jojo's food

You may find it strange but I am a dog writing this article. Yes, a full grown pug. My name is Mojo Jojo, and bitches love my name, I mean the other female dogs. Usually I would write interesting things like how I stared at the wall all day and I almost caught my tail today, but I wanted to talk about my owners. Rana and Sheetal. I am talking about them because they forgot to feed me yesterday. 

It began last night when they were watching television and this old wrinkled lady came on the screen and talked about women rights and feminism. I didn't understood much but, I could see that Sheetal was not happy. Rana made a joke about how all feminist are also unattractive lesbians. I barked and laughed, but I didn't get the joke. This led to an argument between these them, and Rana slept with me in the other room.

Why do Women love Shoes?

When I asked few of my female friends, why girls buy so many shoes? The answers I received left me scratching my temple.
Few of the replies that I got were:

Everyone has different reasons.”“The dress should match the shoes, and the other way around.”“Because we loooooooovvvvvve Shooooooeeeesssssss.”“Accessories can make a colored top look amazing, and gives variation to eyesight.”“I buy them when I feel sad.”
And the best answer that I got was:

“I am shifting to my new place, and two cartons are full of shoes.” When I asked again about my question, I got pictures of those cartons. 

So the conclusion I came upon was that it makes them happy. But, I was still left with the question as to how those things that we wear on our feet can make a human being happy?

The best is yet to come

Things Happen For A Reason

FUTURE Another phone call, another wish. It became a routine for Priyam. Her phone rang incessantly, not allowing her to concentrate on the project she needed to finish. Smiling and saying thank you to everyone, she sighed after each call, I am sure he forgot, she thought.
Then her phone fell silent for few moments. “Thank God,”she said out loud as she wore her stylish black rimmed glasses and started typing on her laptop. Only few minutes had passed as her phone rang again. She looked at the screen, and a sweet smile came over her face.

Making our own Reality

I don’t know if I have any kind of talent. Half the time, I can’t even tell the difference in what I have written. Maybe it is sublime or maybe it is a cat turd. Whichever may be the case I just enjoy the space I have been give where I share my stories I might as well be the one of those millions of mediocre guys who had a dream. Then I met her.

Happiness is in me!

What do I really want in life?
This was a question that I was asked few years back, and at that time I did not have an answer.
If not all, most of us go through life without a clue of what we want. We follow the routine: School-College-Job-Marriage-Kids-Retirement. We don’t even question this routine, just like millions others, we follow this system moving thorough life aimlessly.
I am not going to tell you a chestnut like you should live your life to the fullest, or seize every moment. However, if one does not have a path, he may find himself alone when he is surrounded by billions. 

Is it time to break up?

Is it time to break up?

We get into relationships for many reasons. Some reasons might be as casual as convenience. However, identifying that you are in a bad relationship is not easy, and as time progresses it becomes harder for one to break those bonds. So what are the silent signs that one should watch out for?

What to expect after a Breakup

Stages of Break-Up
I saw it coming. I warned him again and again, yet he made those same mistakes And now she is gone. The door closed, and she walked away. He is still standing on the other side of the door, wondering, if she will return. But I know she won’t. Come on Arjuun keep it together. You could do this, stay with me, Arjuun . . .
He falls to the floor. He curls up his knees and gets into a fetal position. I know he wants to cry. The pain is too much. He just closes his eyes, and thinks about her.
Wake up Arjuun. Are you ready? Arjuun: For?

Whatever Happened to Love at First Sight?

We must all have experienced or thought about love at first sight. There is an allure to this thought where one romanticizes of exchanging gazes with a beautiful looking girl, just like in Bollywood movies. The directors of those movies know quite well, what the audience wants, and preys on the emotion.  We are not that lucky as the protagonists of those movies. We do not eventually get the girl we fell in love with.  The first time we laid our awkward little moronic gaze. Sad but true, and thus we carry on with our gaze to find another beautiful looking figure who would be courteous enough, or hasn’t become so cynical as too not believe in love at first sight.

I Don't Want to Write

I don't want to write, but I have pen in my hand... I don't want to tell the world what I had planned.. I don't want reveal about our life mysteries...
I don't intend to hang on to talks of past or histories...

Love Always Taken for Granted

(Evening) Aaru was not himself all throughout the evening, and it was now clear to Shakshi that something was wrong with him. He had only curved his lips to smile once that was too a courtesy smile. When he had called to meet, Shakshi could read some unrest in his voice. He seemed like a broken man. There were constant thoughts running in his head, but couldn’t get the words to express himself. He had tried to say something, but then he would turn his head and look the other way. His eyes wanted to sweat some tears, and he felt like there were thousand pins piercing his heart.


The time after my laptop got stolen from my house, which had the only copy of my novel, and yes I am that stupid not to have a backup elsewhere, I was walking or wandering, low on confidence. At that particular time, I was struggling to crawl out of the clutches of the infamous three ‘S’s’ self-pity, self-loathing, and self-condemnatory. They had their claws so deep into my skin that when I bleed, I also started to lose the joy which I got from putting together a story on a blank page. Even in my desperate state, I stared at the blank page for hours, hoping that I would be able to put together few sentences, but that didn’t happen. Finally, I had to give up and return to the world where fictional characters were replaced by real people. Instead of me that were creating problems for these fictional characters to overcome, I was dealing with real people who had a lot of real problems. As I got use to this routine, I began to realise, that it has been two months, and I haven’t written an…