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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???

Not just a piece of paper. Some noblest of feelings, Some noblest of thoughts. And all such noble things, Came together to draft a Billet-doux.   The message of love, So sweet and simple- I’m in love, In love with you. I’ll be there, To stand with you. No matter you care or not, No matter you share or not, But I’ll be there, always, Standing beside you. I’m in love, In love with you. Though it’s for nought, Yet, I love you.   All such words repeated, All over again. Red and pink hearts, drawn, All over again. Packed with care, paper Smelled of roses. A beautiful message, For the most beautiful one, With a bunch of roses.   A piece of paper, So noble, so holy. Whatever it’s fate, Let it be. Whatever the reply, Let it be. I respect the choice, Let it be. But, I’ll love on, Love Eternity.     

Hidden from the world, And the people out there. Somewhere in corner, Into a folder in there. Lies, your photographs. Into the folder, Are some rare pictures, Stolen images, Smuggled display pictures. Yeah, those are, your photographs. Whenever I feel low, Or excited about something. I opened the folder, And told them everything. Then feel proud of it, I'm a silly being! All thanks, to your photographs. Many times you smiled, Or frowned for me. Gave me advises, or Told, Let it be! You lived in there, In your photographs. Though I wished you presence, You want my absence. And if that makes you happy, I'll miss your presence. But, I'll live you, in your photographs. I'll love you, in your photographs.

There is a price for everything. Love, the noblest emotion and the purest feel, comes with a price, which is so high that not everyone experiences its luxury. Love is a permanent part of our lives, from birth to death and mother to friends. We expect love and care from everyone around, either them be our family members, neighbor or friends. But, the love that completes you, comes second to mother’s. It’s an universal truth, n so it is, that MOTHER’S LOVE IS THE GREATEST LOVE . The second, is what we search for. And the quest ends beautifully, with a luxurious price. Other than money on their extravagant needs, you pay some other prices. Those include- 1     TIME You can make excuses to your mom, but not to your partner. If they need you to be with them, that means, You fuckin need to be there!!! Time is like water to your growing relationship. Actually, it isn’t the price, it’s an investment into future of relat...

Immortal Relations The series of events of from the morning had contradicted all the theories that Preetma had learned till now. The theories and values that she learned from books, experiences and from various events from her life were simply proved wrong and that too in few hours. She thought that no relation can be above and beyond this mortal world. But these thoughts were no more loyal to Preetma. Sitting at the top of Raman’s house, staring at the setting sun, she was now remembering the events that shook the building of her thoughts from bottom to top. As she started remembering today’s morning, a smile broke out on her face.                                                       ...

There was dark and lonely road in front of her. But she was determined that she could walk any path, alone. No matter how dark the path is or how lonely it is, but she knew, she could walk it alone. She , then,looked at her watch on her right wrist, it was half past eleven. Looking ahead she took a step, then another, and started walking. The road was dark not only because there was no street lights but also due to the high and heavily covered trees on both side of it. But still, she could see her path clearly in the light glittered by waning half moon. While walking she was thinking about the problems she and her family had to face since her brother had left them for-ever. First of all they have to to face everything from dust to mountains of remarks and taunts of society, not only about brother, but about her family. Also she had to face teasing of   friends and eve-teasing of boys. With each and every thought, her pace was reducing. But then, she heard some foot...