last words.

She stepped her feet on the icy cold marble and lifted herself from the floor, as stood on the terrace of 30 storied building.

                                                       You left me solitary,

                                                       drenched in pain.

                                              I gave away fighting life in despair,

                                                 without you my living is in vain...

With these words in her mind she pushed herself down towards the pavements on the ground. As she hanged in mid air every moment dwelled with him echoed in her mind again and again.

“In few minutes I would be with him, in a place where there’s no place for anguish or detachment.”

“I love you Aryan “ were her last parting words.

                                                                      ----x-----

prompted for Thursday tales : tale # 28

image credits to kle-m of DeviantArt.

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A token of friendship

As the wheel of airbus landed on the turf, memories of my childhood flashed in my head. I was returning after a long time, my mom was there on the receiving end to welcome me. With teary eyes she hugged me and before we could go more emotional I some how managed to get ourself seated.

“There’s a magic show going on in the fields, would u like to visit it…?”

“Mom! Why are you asking me this question…. You very well know that how much I love going there…Lets go.”

 As the car turned on its way to the fields, my mind cluttered with images of past
* * * *

“Hey Udita, how are you?”
“I am very well fine jack, so ready to leave?”
‘Probably yes, we would be leaving in an hour or so…. I will definitely miss this show’.
‘You would only miss this show...?’
‘And a few people.’
“Few…???, Who are they??"
“Ones who were in my life these 12 years..”
“Like..??”
“Ah.! You will not hear your name…”
“Idiot!!”

“Forget that, come with me before you go I want to give you something.”

I took him to the nearby shop..

“Choose among them”.
“Udita, you know I don’t believe in such charms”.
“Just choose, I am not asking you…, leave it, I will get it myself”
I took a green one from the bars.

 “What does it suppose to mean??”

“Just keep it as a token of friendship. Remember me every time you see it…”

We both smiled.. He kept it in his pocket. Soon I heard his dad calling him. We hugged each other and I gave a sweet peck on his checks and finally let him go.......

My thoughts were broken of the approaching sound from the field. I came out and went to the place where I saw him last. Everything remains the same.

 I went to the shop and brought another one and kept it with the previous ten…

 Prompted for:Thursday Tales

the incomplete story.

Aryan and Udita were in love with each other, Love as seen in plays, as pure and intense as it ever could be.Both of them wanted to get married one day, nothing could ever stop them from loving each other.
But fate had something else planned for them. What made them drift apart ? will the love between them survive? will they ever meet again? or just would move on in their lives ?

witness their love blossom into a flower and then fade away like crushed leaves.


                        happy birthday




looking at the previous pictures which showed the two of them being together,...he felt a sudden pain in his chest.


"Is it because of the cigarettes I had burned in the last hour or the fact that I am remembering her more and more. ? " . It was a stupid question he asked to himself.


Today was his birthday and for the 2nd time in his life he was crying on this day.He knew it very well, she would never contact him, no matter what the circumstances are. But his heart refused to accept this fact, in the end he had to pay heavily.  Past 6 months had been the worst for him and even today nothing changed, as a matter of fact it only worsened. 
He sat on his bed to  minimize the pain he was suffering ,waited for sometime then reopened his mail box.Much to his disappointment nothing had changed in the past half an hour.
He stood from the chair opened the window to grasp in fresh air. It was still  quite dark outside. He felt a urge to leave the place. Out on the streets he kept on walking till he reached the place. "the city park". He jumped across the boundary wall to reach the desired location,

"the bridge" this was the place which saw their friendship turn into love,  the place where they first kissed each other.
His legs trembled reaching there,leaned over the side bars for  support and kept staring at the water for no good reason....
Soon the Sun  peeped out of the clouds which made the place more enchanting ,the birds started their chattering,a ray of light fell on him, he opened his eyes to notice the surrounding.
 "Nothing had changed here,everything remains the same as it used to be" he murmured to himself.
His phone kept buzzing with calls from all his friends and relatives, but not the one that mattered.The thought of jumping into the water brushed his mind for once, but he loved her far too much to let go this easy.Giving up would mean the end of his love, and he didn't wanted that.
He somehow controlled his emotions and with heavy legs walked back, theres nothing he could do.

"I have to live my life this way" he murmured looking up the sky...


                                                                  - -- x---

prompted at  Thursday tales.


the bridge image  is given by Manik of DeviantArt.

the final day.

                                            the stage is set,the curtains drew near.
                                             the spotlights are on...
                                             you are finally getting the chance,
                                             you are finally proving the world they were wrong.

she kept repeating these words in her mind,as she was being dressed up for the annual fashion show of her college.
It was a dream,which was in her mind since childhood and it was about to come true this day.
She was beautiful, no doubt.But the thing that kept her away from the center stage was her fear. Fear of not being able to prove herself to that standard.

                                              you can do it,its your dream.
                                              stand up for yourself,
                                              the world is waiting for you to begin.

Her turn was around as she dresses herself in the mirror for the last time.

Milky white complexion,  slight  pinkish hair, dark eyes...she had a body every girl would always dream of.
Surely a look that was gifted to her, a look worthy of making to the top of this profession.

prompted at thursday tales


image credits - shardae

the walk.

                                                  The decision is stern,
                                                  I will never look back
                                                  this I make you confirm.

With this she walked out of his life and shook  off all her worries.All his attempt to make her understand his love,to make her change her mind were drained away.

                                                      you will walk with your life,
                                                      the worries and concerns left behind.

                                                      the imprints of your love,
                                                      will burn me inside
                                                      till the water washes it from either side.

He tried to cope up with the loss he had suffered ,but everything around brought more and more pain to him.
Walking on the beach alone,he recalled  the first walk they took together [on th beach itself].....
Now, he could see only his footprints which was once accompanied by someone else.

The single steps revealed the loneliness in his life.


                                                The enchanting beauty around appears lifeless,
                                                 the only thing that remains
                                                 is the love left behind on the mattress.  

PROMPTED AT THURSDAY TALES

image credits here

love me for what I am

"as the time passes away the charm ness of our faces would degrade day by day . But at the end of our lives its not the beauty or wealth you would be remembered for but how you manage to grab a place in somebody's heart" said a worrying mother to his child who was abused by the local kids for his color of the skin.

"but everyone in the family is fairer than me,even you than why did god made me this way. ? " replied the child.

"think in this way son,he made you different from others.He must have felt something special about you." her mother did her best to make her son believe he was special.

"but, do you consider me special ? "
"yes, son you are my most special child." tears rolled down her eyes as she hugged her son.

"never think you are alone and do not loose your hope when others appose you,understood na? "

"yes mother "

"one day the other around you would love you for what you really are"

this kid grew up and became what we all know as Nelson Mandela or

Nelson Rolihlahla Mandela,

who fought against racism and was elected as first black president of S.Africa

P.S- This is a total work of fiction of mine,it has nothing to do with the life of above [hon'rable] person. 

prompted at Thursday tales

image credit to XIANLOVE  from DeviantArt

I want to go out( cryings of a 10 yr.)

the streets are covered with snow..
how would I get out ?? I just dont know.

why it had to happen this time of the year,
when I was roaming around without any fear.

I want to go out, not sit inside..
my world is there,
then I what I am doing here.?

the streets are empty...
the wheels are struck,
I want to go out,
but my mom doesnt listens to me either.

the indoor stuffs makes me lame.
and I dont want tomorrow to be the same.

I want to go out and have some fun,
but this temperature makes me totally numb .





  prompted at Thursday tales


Image Credit to atxu

the calmness of the sea.

The calmness of the sea..
prevails for a while,
its just a matter of time,
when the clouds set a blaze of fire.

Wish these moments lasts a little longer,
the coolness of the breeze, the silent waves...
all I dont want is a storm to disturb my gaze.

The gentle touch of the waves to my feet.
the returning of the birds to the nest.
I wish to watch this a little longer..
I wish to keep this peace of mine..
but how long it would last, now I wonder.

As the wind touches my body,
the feelings are hard to describe...
I wish I could fly like those birds,
and touch that horizon one last time.

I dont want to go,
I dont want that busy life of mine...
I wish of making a home here...
and never say this place good bye.





prompted at Thursday tales