अनुभव Inc

Love Drug: Dose 1 Desperate men go in desperate search. Having no idea and experience of how relationships work, I was planning one. All lost in her thoughts, searching for the answers, so that she can think of trusting me. Her questions, straight and sharp, were difficult to answer.  Just because, I had never thought of them, ever.  Walking upstairs, with a weird desperate will to talk more, bonded by my patient mind, which had been habitual to it, in this span of 4 years.  Somewhere in the middle of desert, a little far away, I see water. Might be mirage, but HOPE , is a beautiful thing .  Alas! I reached there, at the top of tallest building on the hill.  Like a debris of concrete,  the city looked a mess. But still, better than me.  Concrete Mess A cool splash of swift moving wind, took my mind to the moment I first talked to her. Chit chat, laughter, smiles, advises, queries, questions, doubts, expressions, s...

GUILTY!!! A silent tear slipped off her cheek, No moan, no weep, just as much as meek, Neither the gaping world, nor the so called ‘society’, Noticed her pain, her fear, her anxiety. She transformed her tear, she transformed herself, And added it to her collection of pearls. But Hell!!! The world too transformed itself. They now wanted to play with her curls. They played, They used, They ‘enjoyed’. And when they were bored, they dumped her. They dumped her, into the nullah , on the side of highway. There she laid, uncovered, in pains(both mental and physical), No tears, just shocked, almost dead. And the judgement was the last nail in her dead bed. The so called ‘society’ judged her “Guilty” against their “mistake”. Was that a result of her sins in her past life? Or it was a mistake of Creator(who created her)? Is it what she was created for? Is it what she existed for? Was she really GUILTY???

I exactly remember that day, when I was returning to Nagpur after enjoying my summer holidays with my grandparents. I had been there for last fourteen days, enjoying, playing and spending each moment with the love of my grandparents. Actually, on comparing to my cousins, you can understood that I was only one who has spent so much and most beautiful times with grandparents. I won’t tell you about the beginning of my relationship with my grandparents, because even I don’t remember that time. Rather I will tell you about my friendship with my Grandpa. I was told that my Grandpa had been a teacher in a government high school an also he was very strict and stern. But since I saw him, he had always been happy and always holding smile on that old charming face. His forehead had wrinkles running over it, describing his journey from a orphaned child to a senior Physics teacher in a high school, and all with his own hard work. He was almost clean from top, but still had a last...