Voice to My Thoughts!!!

Answering simplest question is most difficult sometimes, or I should say many times when it’s about life. When it comes to life, most of us fails to explain, and she had said, “I’ll explain.” She was my love, my life, she is, and always she will be. Allow me to ask you a simple question. Have you ever thought about death? We all have a busy schedule in this fast life but go ahead and give a chance to this question, take a moment and really think about it. It’s hard to imagine may be, but picture yourself in the hospital, laying on the nursing bed covered with a white sheet, relatives are around you, but you search for only one face, which matters the most, your love, whom you are used to calling your life. When you can’t catch a glance of that face in the room full of people, you drop the hope of living because your life is not with you. The person you love most is not with you. Just picture yourself in this kind situation, knowing that you have a few more days to live now, ju...

My Bestie, Don’t know from where to start to say SORRY and for which thing I should say SORRY first. However, I know I have to say. When you came to the hostel, I was having lots of things to say, but I could not utter a single word except just GO. I do not know what I am writing here, but these lines are not scripted, not scripted like my stories and blogs. I am writing whatever comes from my heart. My heart stopped at this line and asked to mind, for what I should ask for the SORRY first? However, I do not want to use my mind just because I want to say SORRY, SORRY from the deep of my heart. I hurt you, I hurt you many times, and this is one SORRY for all. I am not saying SORRY only for the topic of Julie and me. It is something about yesterday. Again, I stopped here, from where to start, to tell you about what happened to me on that day, What thing was holding me back that on that noon and why I am saying SORRY, SORRY once again... I had two topics to wr...

I  got down from the bus and made my way on the main road to the hospital. Sun had already shut down his orange shine. Lighting on the street was only by the street light of the city. The fragrance of street food approached my nose. My empty stomach was giving a knock, but I took my mind off from the torture of stomach. I wanted to find that one hospital first in that metro city, Mumbai. She needed me, and I was already too late. It tried to reach her as soon as possible, but things weren’t that easy in anyone’s life. I used all of my energy to reach her. I wished to be with her; she desired me. She needed me most during that hard time, and I was still some distance away from her. My beloved Suman was there in the hospital, might be because of me. Mostly Suman and I used to sit on the table facing each other in the canteen. To bunk lectures and sit with your beloved in the canteen is the most beautiful, most relic moments of college days. However, Suman and I were not ...