Love story of a Mountain!

I have always found mountains very enduring. High they stand, bold and tough. Seems that nothing can move them, nothing can make them smile or break them up. The tough, hard mountains.

But then they make love with the nature. They kiss the sky, embed the flora and fauna within themselves, touch the winds smoothly and smile. The beautiful love story begins and all we can do is smile at them until the moment when the same nature hits them hard. The sky starts to roar, the winds change the direction and love changes to a war. The nature brutally betrays the mountains.

And this is when the mountains breaks down. Hurt and saddened, they loose their themselves to the betrayal of nature and can’t hold it in anymore and they break down into pieces to never get back together. The beautiful love story of the hard tough mountain ends with tears!

 

You see what love can do? And you asked that person why he/she couldn’t fall in love?

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Smiles of Sorrow

Sorrow and I, make love every night!
Touching each other through the souls,
Loving every bit of other’s pain!
We kiss deep, not to forget
We kiss deep, to love the pain!
I hear the cries when it whispers the betrayal story
And it sees mine in my smile!
We love the pain, we love the betrayal
We love the cries and the stories!
Sorrow and I, make love every night!

Maa

Jab Kadam dagmagaye, Jab dil dehal jaye
Mujhe dhund Lena, mai yahi rahungi

Jab nind na aye, Jab bechani si chhaye
Awaz de dena, mai yahi rahungi

Gam ka andhera pad jaye ya khushiyon ka sawera dhal jaye
Hath to badhana, mai yahi rahungi

Dil tootega, sapne bhi tootege, bas tum na tootna
Himmat ka anchal pakdna kyuki mai yahi rahungi

Tera har dukh batne ko, Tera har dard chatne ko
Teri har khushi mai nashne ko, mai yahi rahungi

Maa hu Teri, tu mera h ansh
Bas dil mai rkhna, mai yahi rahungi.

 

Dedicated to all the beautiful and loving mothers out there.

We don’t say it enough, but we love you!

It was still Love!

Awkward silence, million giggles and a tender kiss
Their first date was prettier than the pretty picture
Even if it didn’t last forever, it was still love!

She peaked into his soul and he was happily striping
To him she was like mystery he was unraveling
Even if it didn’t last forever, it was still love!

They met once, they met again and the agains were many
Each time, they kissed harder, touched deeper than any
Even if it didn’t last forever, it was still love!

She wanted forever and he couldn’t want
The agains vanished, the kisses ended and they decided on ‘We can’t’
Even if it didn’t last forever, it was still love!

They missed the giggles, the awkward silences and the odour of other
The pain was trenching but the lips didn’t talk and the eyes didn’t bother
Even if it didn’t last forever, it was still love!

Down the line, they met again
The silences were still awkward but the hearts were in pain
Even if it didn’t last forever, it was still love!

They talked and laughed, they kiss and touch
The eyes refused to see another and the heart felt the warmth much
Even if it didn’t last forever, it was still love!

They ignored what the eyes told, what the heart said
They believed what the mind made and fed
Even if it didn’t last forever, it was still love!

They knew it was love, but they knew it wasn’t forever
But why? Why their love couldn’t be forever?

Saturday, July 9

Hey Dear,

Ahh! I turn 30 today. 3-0! That’s pretty old haan? 30 years of life and experiences. 30 years of love and loss. 30 years of fear and passion. 30, I might take like 30 days to sink in that truth. I am 30 today.

It was a pretty good day at work today. I wore my red dress. THE RED DRESS! I sure turned heads today. Specially the pervert Anuj. As always, he didn’t miss the opportunity to feel my body while wishing me for the day. He came shouting through the door and while all I wanted to do was a handshake, he hugged me. Tight enough to feel my breasts against his body. His inappropriate actions have become such a routine like the morning coffee now that I actually have started enjoying it. Or may be I have just given up! Whatever! The highlight of the day was the charming Rishi. Ohh.. He is so cute! Tall, dark and those hazel eyes full of life. All I want is to grab him by the collar and kiss him as it’s the end of the world. But then the thought of my loving husband overpowers.

I took half of the day off today to pamper myself at the salon, after all, it was my 30th. I deserve that, don’t I? I thought of getting a nice spa and some mani-pedi. And then spend a good enough time to curate my emotions and memories today for you. But who knew my dear husband had other plans for me. As I entered the house, the floor was all laid with fine rose petals and there were candles all over. The candles brightened up the place, kept dark on purpose, so beautifully. There was soft music in the background and the place was pleasantly smelling good. It was such a good sight to see Krish finally making such a great gesture after 5 years of marriage.

Remember the last time we talked? Remember I told you about Krish’s and my fight? Ahh that was an ugly one. It was a near divorce situation there. Well, things got better since then. He started treating as his wife and not just another friend to chill with or his nany to take care of him. I always knew about his problem with letting someone enter his personal space or invade his so called independence. I don’t know why I married him after being treated by him like shit for years. Well, no point regretting.


As I was standing there, making peace with such a wonderful surprise my husband had planned for me, Krish grabbed by the waist out of nowhere. I got a little scared but then he started singing “Happy Birthday” in my ear. So close that I could listen to every breath of his as he sang. It was so arousing. Not just the way his lips felt on my skin but the roses and the candles and the music. Everything was turning me on. He then just pulled me towards the dinning table with him where there was a yummy looking chocolate cake, with the chocolate frosting and a lot of nuts for the decoration. He gave me the knife to cut the. The idiot got a huge kitchen knife to cut a cake. Still grabbing me tight by the waist and singing the song, he held my hand as I was cutting the cake. He then took a piece of the cake and rubbed the frosting all over my neck and a little on my lips. He then kissed me. Kissed me so passionately that it felt like it was the end of the world. Kissed me like I wanted to kiss Rishi in the office today. His hand were all over my body. I was just surrendering to the moment. It felt great. He then kissed my neck. Licked off all the cake on there. Each kiss was more passionate than before and with every kiss, I was breathing more furiously. He then gently pushed to the table, while he was his hands were grabbing my body tight and his tongue was all over my neck. As I held the table to keep my balance, my hand touched the giant knife with which I murdered the beautiful birthday cake of mine. I was about to take the knife and keep it at distance so it doesn’t hurt any one of us, when he suddenly grabbed my hair and started kissing me again, more authoritatively than romantically this time. I pushed him back gently, turned around, facing my table, undressed myself completely, took the knife and furiously turned around slitting his throat with knife. He bled to death and couldn’t even cry out for help. I felt terrible right after I did it and kissed him while he bled.


The police is on it’s way and I wanted to utilise the time before they come in. Wait for the next diary entry. May be by then I will able to tell you about my long pending job promotion. Till then, miss me!

Yours, Aarvi.

Saturday, July 9

The Lost Dreams

Yet again, he woke up with empty eyes and an a sobbing, empty heart.

The sun was pouring gold over the roads. The birds, chirping melodiously than ever. The wind was whispering a sweet new message into ears. it was rare morning in the concrete jungle of
Delhi.  But, he woke up with empty eyes.

“Haven’t you over-slept? You will be late for work” a sweet voice called Aniket while he was still in bed. It was Sonia’s voice, Aniket’s loving, caring, newly-wed  wife.

Aniket and Sonia had a sweet, traditional Punjabi wedding after an year of courtship. Obviously it was an arrange marriage. They met only once, at Sonia’s place, back in their home town Ludhiana. Aniket had heard a lot about how Sonia was a smart, educated girl with big and beautiful eyes. He was very excited to meet her. He wore his favourite blue shirt.

As Sonia entered the room, holding a tray with a lot of coffee mugs, Aniket could not resist to look right into her eyes to find that she actually had gorgeous eyes. Sonia wore a blue dress too. Aniket’s cousin, Akhil, notices the similarity in no time and everybody was excited and happy about the co-incidence. Daadi thought it was god’s message to tell us that this is to work.

Soon after the marriage, Aniket and Sonia moved to Delhi to join their respective jobs. Aniket never wanted to leave his home-town as a child. He was very attached to his family and friends. But as he grew older, he chose to move out of the city for higher studies and there was no returning back ever.

Aniket dragged himself out of the bed. He forced open his eyes and begin to get ready to start the usual journey of the day. As he sat on the breakfast table, Sonia noticed the glumness on her husband’s face.

“You know what, even I did not have any dream last night. I think I was too tired. I slept as soon as I hit the bed. You work too hard. We should take a break.” Sonia said all of that in one go.

Aniket looked at her and smiled.

“My dreams are lost.” Aniket said.

“They will find their way back.” Sonia replied with a smile.

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Aniket has been very depressed for a few years now. He doesn’t have dreams while sleeping like he used to have when he was a child. Every night he sleeps with a hope to visit the world of dreams and just steal one for himself to keep. But his dreams are lost.

As a child, Aniket used to have dreams every night. He had dreams about flying, dreams about fighting the demons, dreams about finding a hidden treasure, dreams about making his mother smile and laugh, dreams about leaving in the peaceful town, away from the devilish crowd of big cities, dreams about travelling the world with a cute little girl he had a crush on back then. He could not remember all the dreams the next morning. But whatever little memory he had, he tried his best to live that dream.

He remembers to get a leg fractured as he jumped from a tree trying to fly and was extremely proud of it as he became a hero for his friends. And once he had run away from school and did not came back until late evening to find the demons that had ate his share of Rajma Chawal. His cousins never fought him over food ever again.

But now, there were none. He had no dreams. He had nothing to accomplish each morning.

Today, he decided to bunk office as he was too depressed to work. He bought a cup of coffee to go from the coffee shop and found a peaceful corner in the park which was next to his office building. It was all green and beautiful around him but he was not able to appreciate the nature. All he could think of was a more beautiful place he saw in his dreams as a kid.

Suddenly a boy came and sat next to Aniket. He was in his early teens, wearing the dull school dress and carrying a huge bag that was weighing him down. Aniket knew that he had bunked his school.

“Did you bunk your school?” Aniket asked the boy.

“Do you know my father? Don’t tell him please. you can have my lunch” the said with scary voice as he furiously took out his lunch from his bag.

“No. No. Don’t worry. I won’t tell anybody. But you should not do that. It is risky.”

“You must take risks in life.” the boy said, in a very dramatic voice. It made Aniket laughed.

“But why are you here?”Aniket enquired.

“I am finding the monster I saw in my dream last night. It is this big(stretching both his hands wide), he is red and blue and has a big head.” boy said.

Aniket suddenly had all his childhood flash in front of him.

“Why are you finding him?” Aniket asked the little boy.

“I want to kill him. He is evil. Why do you ask so many questions?” the boy said.

“I have killed a lot of devils like this when I was a kid. I used to be so happy after doing it.” Aniket said.

The boy laughed and said “It doesn’t make me happy. I have to be out in the burning sun all day while my friends study. I want to study and get a job in that building.” Pointing at the building Aniket’s office was in. “I only do it because it makes me a hero in front of my friends. And I like that.”

The words struck Aniket’s mind as an arrow. He had tears rolling down his eyes. He was unable to think about anything but those words.
He realized that all his dreams were a way to satisfy his ego and he never really thought about the dreams he saw with open eyes.

He was unable to stop crying. He hugged the boy hard.
“You should use a better perfume. You have an unpleasant body odor. I will suggest Chanel.” The boy said in his own dramatic way.

Aniket smiled and left the place. As he stepped out of the park, he took out his mobile and called Sonia.

“Hello Aniket? Are you fine”, Sonia’s voice from the other end of the phone sounded shaky and worried as Aniket never called Sonia while at work.

“I think I found my dreams back. Can we go on a lunch date?”