No more sunshine!-The Devil life !

Love story forever


My eyes were rinsed with deep black Kohl when the phone in the worst nightmare of  my life rang .I got up from the quilt with a face that glistened with shine of freedom .Freedom just for ending with my college exam and it had bought me utter happiness.  So making an effort of getting up from the mood which just let me do nothing,I picked up my phone which was white in colour which reminded me of  the last snow days I had .THE voice which came from the phone while I  said “hello”? ,had a similar likeness to a voice which I had known as the most strongest voice in universe but had now a similarity with one of the sounds of a drop of water,weak , fragile.

It was Pattrick,my lovely friend who did every great stuff that a normal human being would like to. He would had a bundle of awesome videos and one would be put to shame for the choices the latter would have in his closet.Pattrick was one of the most finest creatures I had met in my entire life and wish to never loose apart. He would help me in all my presentations and edited my every language trouble . The weight of his creativity was beyond control for anybody to handle because the people would absolutely fall to the ground. He was the finest example of a beautiful  fair face ,with eyes clearly made with a green shade and one couldn’t help but be in awe whenever one had a look on him. So I said “hello”,is everything alright?Because the speaker was either out of range giving me the low voice or there was something really wrong. I waited for answer,and a sad voice came from the other side which said”How are you”? Things are messed up and I can’t  let but break from within. I being a person who loathe love relationships that the teenager’s have today I interrograted with deep grief because there was a smell of deep seriousness and a tint of tears which I could sense from the voice which choked.

He continued”she has cheated upon me “,how should I answer my firm who had been waiting for the day of my marriage with her?”she has done which I feared the most and now I am stunned and shocked at every memory and my own life. I need answer’s from lord above and no explanations from her because I gave my life to her ,my whole life and she is just telling me to forgive her. How can a person who has left all his world and work for one woman of his life react on the situation she has put me in. Answer me ,Franchesea how should I react.
Everything was blurr before my eyes ,they were wet. I could see my eyes crying  on the thing that hardly pricked me from within.
I was about to reply him back with the words of some relaxation but the person who had been on line went off line without saying bye.

Pattrick and Kate ,were together since four years from now.. They had set an example for the kind of relationship which was made in heavens.They were now looking like brother and sister because they were so very much beautiful.
They had life and every person in their acquaintance would feel jealous about there strong bonding. I had known them since ,ummm my memory can’t go back to the past because maybe it was from my birth.

But why had Kate ,who was so in love with Pattrick decieve him?
Kate was tall,round big eyes,fair in colour and obsessed with flying.If ever asked about her last wish she would say”i would do nothing in life,but not sit ,just.. fly away”. I couldn’t really call her words that could be synonyms to her action because maybe she was as close to me as Pattrick ,maybe related to blood but This time I loved Pattrick even more than before. Because he was broken and shattered though Kate was in a similar situation.

I was ordered by Pattrick to go and visit Kate because she was so mad that she could even hurt herself. I went being unconscious about the situation ,and suffocating within me my soul was numb. It was dying out because they were like stars shining bright in the sky. Kate didn’t welcome me but may have cursed the intruder between her tears and converstation she was having with Pattrick. I couldn’t see the site of a girl who had been so close to me crying out loud the torments of that one action which she could right away undo if she had got power. But what she  could have done in a situation where she was at fault?where she had  no one to blame but ask Pattrick for forgiveness?

I wanted to ask her as what went wrong but she would just slam the door and show me the way through a room painted with green colour which was now the blackest shade of black colour. I kept giving ear’s to her sobs but could only hear ‘Ilove you’and ‘forgive me’. The sun which was shining so bright had lost it’s warmth and was now a lifeless round figure unaware of it’s pilgrimage.

I prayed lord for all the good things to happen because I didn’t had right to intervene between the desolated crossroads . Pattrick and Kate must have sense of understanding ,I would have repeated this ten thousand times pretending that the situation was just an afternoon feud.

This fight made me realize true love still  exist. It’s like sometimes lord up above  himself knotted the thread and it was beyond the lovers strength to undo it. Love is a powerful bond which can’t be just ignored. Love has a limitless boundary but closed doors for forgiveness. I cry while I pray for PATTRICK and Kate. . I want them to have little beautiful babies who could learn  something about love from the soul’s they have had their birth.

-closest story to my heart,tormenting me from within. Will not survive if it breaks:”no”,
It will have the death in my name.-

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A good book is an event in my life -Library!


College ,in the archaic sense is meant to be a place for fun,games and fights. But what is college without study?

My college,KAMLA NEHRU has not let the diversification of India put to shame. Where India is the epitome of cultural ,religious ,linguistic diversification my college is the Rainbow of contradiction.  Students vary from the sightliest likeness towards some canteen cuisines to the college societies each having their own important places.

With the various worlds of creativity that co-exists in my college,I have none in comparison to Kamala Nehru’in library ,for its vast and what more a completely new experience.  As a student of “English Honours” I love to spend time there watching every eye go over the words ,watching every hand writing and taking notes and people like me who dreams of reading her book someday while sitting in  library,library of this kind steals the moment and the world is ignored.

One cannot help but be surprised and astonished about the varieties one finds out there. It’s like moving into a place of learned men and woman. If you happen to visit library ,not for the sake of copying some study material but enhance your reading skills ,close your eyes for a moment and realize the authors sitting next to you and asking about their book as in”How is it”?.

This part is not a fancy tale or a creative piece of an amateur writer and reader like me but it’s the experience of my lifetime and college life. I once after having attended all my classes went to library for the sake of spending the free time I had in peace and silence. For “Chaupal”the favourite place for every Kamala nehru’in is always filled with voices and people who really can’t bless you with the peace. So I seated myself on a well furnished chair ,which was brown in colour and had a hand made back ,which reflected the sweat the old or youth skin would have shed off while crafting out the most archaic design. Placing the book that I had selected from 124/4 rack I opened it with the sense of writing a book someday. It was John Keats poems jumbled in a group in an analogy.  I had the first page swiped and then the second and the action moved on. But at a point where my outer circumference looked dark and people who were earlier visible turned to be head -less and body -less ,I had the author sitting next to me ,though his face appeared to be like one of the blurred pictures from my white cell phone. That moment was like one heck of eternal feeling and I thought for a second “am I still alive”?

The poetry flowed from me as the waterfall and it was never ending. That moment had all my breathes stop and I was numb. Life time experience ,yes it was .
It was better then sitting in a chaupal and gossiping like old grannies though having today’s cool element in it. I longed for that sight ever since I had a feeling of writing something and being a literate someday. But down the second floor and outside the world of words I heard the bell ringing and calling me for the next class I had.

I slapped myself,rinsed my eyes,looked here and there for the sight I had been subjected to but it was gone forever or had been piled up in my book of memories. I couldn’t see a dark surroundings any more but a more colour full atmosphere of Lord’s design. I closed the book and kept it back in 124 /4 rack and went to the class still being under the magic of the hallucination I have had experienced while deeply reading the book.

For me ,”A GOOD BOOK IS AN EVENT IN MY LIFE”,what’s your’s?

-English honours
-Kamala NEHRU(Delhi university).

The joy!

Self truth,joy,endurance


My heart has no emotions
While walking on a beach
If only I could have lived
Had I known the laughter.

I stare at a couple ,
Binding themselves in a ritual
I screamed,” stop “,for it was dreadful.

I then watched a little girl
Picking her hat from the water
Perhaps she was a kid
And took an escapism.

Had I been there,
I would have let it go
For it was just going by
Not constant like the owner.

The places like social meet up’s
Make me realize of my sympathy
Because in the moonlit night
I had known the meaning of joy.

In a tale that smelt like my own
I had a minute of deep breathe
Reality of joy to me is alone
Let alone the beech  or heavens up above.

Neither you had your family
Nor friends ,when you were born
Spread the blanket of reality,
For always you will be alone..