Monday 23 May 2016

Name it whatever..

[Fiction]
Today, I recall the day when it was time I said: "I do". I was dressed beautifully, and I stood before a man, I had thought, I loved. A voice repeatedly echoed, to know, if I accept this man, standing before me, as my 'lawfully wedded husband', while I was battling feelings with thoughts. Everything seemed still and suddenly, my heart sank, when I realised that I actually love the man, who was away and I thought it was too late to realise this, but was it too later already? My heart, filled with happiness, and my dead lips, broadened suddenly. I brought myself back to reality only to say one word, which was " No!". Clearly my feelings had won the battle of love; my face lit up with joy. I held my gown and rushed towards the exit only to find the man I love, waiting for me, just outside, with hope on his face. As he looked at me, he cried like a baby and embraced me...
Today, I'm beautifully dressed again, standing before this man, I know, I love; and without a second thought, when I was asked, if I accept him as my lawfully wedded husband, I said "Yes, I do!".

Sunday 8 May 2016

This Mother's Day..

My mother is undoubtedly the best person I have in my life. I love her immensely and unconditionally, and she knows that well. Sure, I don't wait for such days to tell her how special she is to me and how much I really love her, for I tell her that several times in a day and she's already sick of all of my I love yous. My mother has always been all that I've wanted her to be - a friend, a guide, a philosopher, and all that she already is. She understands me better than any other person in this entire word, and the best part is that she doesn't even wait until I ask her for something, I already have it way before it even clicks my mind.
I am writing this today, not only to thank my mother, but also to convey this little message to all those teenagers and those in their 20s and even 30s, who think that saying 'I love you' to your mothers is lame and embarrassing; trust me, it is not lame, having such a thought is lame.. I'm 20 myself, and I still crawl up to her, give her a hug and also a peck, and tell her how much she really means to me and that I love her. That is exactly what a mother really needs, your love and your concern.
Use today as your excuse, if not tell her but at least write a letter saying how much you really love her, and that will surely make her happy. Don't wait until it's too late already. You're never too old to tell your mother how you feel, tell her that she's important and that she matters to you!
Happy mother's day to all beautiful mommies!

Saturday 7 May 2016

Fountain Pen Fetish.

There was a time, not so long ago, that I was a sane person, too. Then I met someone, who is my teacher; I cannot tell how much she loves fountain pens. She pulls out her fountain pen with so much pride dripping from her face like it's not just a pen but a sword, her weapon. This lit a small bulb of curiosity in my head and I ended up buying a fountain pen myself. Since I was new to using a fountain pen, I didn't really want to invest much, so I purchased a Flair fountain pen. Initially, I had a tough time, trying to get the pen to write smoothly. Soon, I realised that one has to wait patiently for good things to happen, so I kept using the pen, patiently, and gradually my writing got smoother and smoother; and I fell in love. I wouldn't stop writing my name for that was the only thing that I could think of, so I kept writing my name over and over again. After a month or so, I purchased another fountain pen, a Pierre Cardin; this one came with two free cartridges and I had to seek help from the shopkeeper to help me fix the cartridge to the pen, I was clueless. That kind man helped me with fixing it and it seemed so easy. I fell in love, all over again (PS : I fell in love with the pen, and not with the shopkeeper). I kept writing random things, I just couldn't stop myself. I also ended up writing letters to all my teachers and my classmates. Writing so much with the fountain pen made me feel so good and happy. Not much later afterwards, my teacher also rewarded me with a Fellowship fountain pen. The reason why I use the word 'reward' is because she told me that one cannot simply buy a fountain pen, it has to be earned, and that I'd earned the pen that she had given me. She was also kind to fill the ink tank and smoothen the nib so I can get to write without having to struggle in the beginning. With Fellowship, I fell in love, yet again. I kept writing with these pens in turns so I don't miss out on any pen just because I have a new member in the family. I love all my pens equally. Today, I purchased a Parker fountain pen along with black and ruby red inks. I just had to fix the cartridge and in no time, I found that the ink flow was great and the nib was smooth already. Parker is a new member in the family and it managed to fit in so easily. I have fallen in love, already. Now, I am a proud parent of four fountain pens I love equally and immensely. I cannot wait to have more such members in my family, they are all so lovely. All credit goes to my teacher, had she not helped me light that little bulb of curiosity, how would I then know what it feels like to have a fountain pen!

Wednesday 4 May 2016

Twist in the 'Tail'.

It was about 5:30 in the evening, when I stood on my balcony for some fresh air. As I looked down, I saw some school boys playing cricket. It is not every day that one gets to see kids playing outside and not on their phones. Even though, I'm not a 'cricket-lover', I stood there, watching those young players, play the game with so much passion. The team that was batting, needed 6 runs to win in 2 balls, so the game seemed to be quite serious. I watched just out of curiosity. My view from the second floor was quite nice for I could see a group of boys playing cricket and my favorite doggy, named Casey, who was out for a walk.
Coming back to the game, the boy, who was batting, the last player of the team, was all ready to shoot a six, but he missed the first ball. His teammates were all tensed, but none gave up on their hopes. Each of his teammate was trying to cheer him up and encourage him. He was all set to face the second ball, the deciding ball. The bowler looked tensed, too; but, anyway, he had a triumphant look on his face. The bowler spins the ball and luckily, the ball hit the bat quite hard and the ball flew high. All the players looked at the ball in the air with fear and hope, and here comes Casey, just in time, entered, jumped and caught the ball in her mouth and ran away.
All of the players looked puzzled and I, from my balcony, couldn't believe what just happened, and I bursted out laughing. Indeed, it was no big deal for Casey!

Monday 2 May 2016

Defeated by Victory.

On a thunderous night,
a time, when mankind was challenged to fight;
there was lightening, and there was pain,
there was so much more than just pouring rain.

The fiend, now, wide awake, 
while asleep, his passion was at stake.
But now, he has found his place,
castle of nightmare, is where he stays.

The sky cried, and
the smile died.
But, promptly, hope restored,
and mortals rejoiced.

The fiend defeated, yet again,
his atrocities are all glued in vain.
Land, full of men and women, danced triumphantly,
like despair was never here to accompany.