THE FRESH-SHIP…

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Within the orchids of new vulnerable relations, lies the acrimony of their fragility.

When, at the pinnacle of experiencing her budding friendships, she comes across a facet of misapprehensions. Never knowing what was occurring in the rear at the time she thought everything was on the rocks with her friends, a volcano was already erupting to swoosh away the beauty of this benevolent relation called “fresh-ship”.

Distance is the testimony of candour of whatever exists in some relationship, be it a friend, be it love, and be it any other attachment of sorts. It’s always a perpetual decision at the moment when one thinks of fostering a tie-up with someone or something. She too, was bubbling on the desire of accelerating her “fresh-ship” the instant she would see them again. But time was trolling its way through a lot of chalk and cheese. Everything had already begun to transform in this fresh-ship to down-beats, rolling its way to unprecedented erroneous beliefs where it was succumbing to a down-trodden mayhem.

She came back only to witness the fresh-ship to a stale progeny of cut-offs and separations. She, now, ponders on a hope to mend the bond of her already-distrusted- friendship to a beaming terrain of leading this fresh-ship to friendship. The faith she has lost over the span is turbulent to come back, but a fine thread of linkage, she assumes, still subsists round the corner. She believes.

teevra

Violent Delights

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Evading you desire while pursuing something that does not interest your personal involvement creates frustration, defeat and hollowness.But what if the desires so violent that undergoing anything beyond your will leads to one thing…THE END. Though ends always give loop to another beginning but as it’s said “it is all till you hope”I have desires, like everyone else, but i don’t just surrender thinking of them and not making a move any further.

I have them as a treasure and I’m so attuned to them that I tend to break all blasphemies of the crowd that couldn’t produce any fire out of their desire.I sound propagatingly violent even to myself but all of this turns into ash when i wreck all the rules of what we call a “normal” world. I elate my violence to give my desire a new delight , when i see how far i am from reaching where I’m supposed to.

Lately I’ve discovered a new ethic and that was…when I am fearless even in most horrendous circumstances, when I am rigid as a rock even though i got every reason to turn to shreds, I summon that fire. It was some violence inside my hollow soul that mounted after what felt like some agony.I feel this is again the persistence of forging ahead and ascending to a position of taking a leap from a dead soul to a violent delight.

teevra

Talk of Empowerment

~A conversation over phone~

Girl 1: Hey was sup? Come over to my place, We will have fun.
Girl 2: No yaar … I am baby sitting.
Girl 1: Babysitting? whom?
Girl 2: My maid’s daughter yaar. She delivered her two months back. Ever since she is been bringing her to work. I get so irritated..she wails all the time.
Girl 1: Oh no! how gross man..these low standard people.. they keep on reproducing till they hit menopause !
(and both chuckled)
Girl 2: and just look at my mom..she has turned nanny for her. What is the need? There are several maids out there..
Girl 1: what to say!! poor you!
oh! by the way did you hear about Deepika Padukone slamming TOI for highlighting her assets like jewelry?
Girl 2: Oh yes. That was the need of the hour. It is Woman empowerment . We should support her.
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oh shit!!!! “Meeena your scumbag is crying again..take her away ”
Girl 1: ohoooooo.. she wails like a hyena.
See you in the evening. Bye!!

Commuting stories :)

Commuting stories 🙂.She came to me in a moving train..

“buy some please…..” all drenched in rain.

She had few lemons with ginger and corn…

all wrapped neatly in poly-bag form.

I noticed she had beautiful eyes..

dried off tears from last night.

She had few bangles around her wrist…

My glasses had already collected mist.

“buy some” she said once again..

“but my fridge is already stocked with same”

“I have headbands,clips and more…”

she called her sister moving to and fro.

They came with boxes in their hands…

everything was beautiful including the bands.

Green and yellow, butterflies and bees…

the clips had lovely patterns for me.

Her sister carried  a baby;

fat cheeks ,running nose and bit of lazy.

He was covered uniformly with mud..

his mother laid her eyes on me ..but..!

I bought headbands and ginger handful..

and did not forget to tell the girls “you are beautiful”!

They smiled at me with gleaming eyes,

two got shy with cheeks red dyed.

“do you know to read ?”I asked them straight;

the smile turned small for two maids.

“where is the money,where is the time..?

the things that we sell,hardly keep us alive”

“but I know my name..to spell and write,”

One of them said with a victorious smile and pride.

I smiled at her and took out my diary..

the one in which i have collected names while on ferry.

She wrote her name in broken words..

I promised her “I’ll teach you to learn”

she laughed at me “where is the time?”

I smiled and thought; “anytime down the line.”

She said “no” and walked away..

my hopes died…they had no way.

Next day morning, I boarded the train..

She tapped my back..”you are late…!”

Commuting stories :)

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She came to me in a moving train..

“buy some please…..” all drenched in rain.

She had few lemons with ginger and corn…

all wrapped neatly in poly-bag form.

 

I noticed she had beautiful eyes..

dried off tears from last night.

She had few bangles around her wrist…

My glasses had already collected mist.

 

“buy some” she said once again..

“but my fridge is already stocked with same”

“I have headbands,clips and more…”

she called her sister moving to and fro.

 

They came with boxes in their hands…

everything was beautiful including the bands.

Green and yellow, butterflies and bees…

the clips had lovely patterns for me.

 

Her sister carried  a baby;

fat cheeks ,running nose and bit of lazy.

He was covered uniformly with mud..

his mother laid her eyes on me ..but..!

 

I bought headbands and ginger handful..

and did not forget to…

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Commuting stories :)

She came to me in a moving train..

“buy some please…..” all drenched in rain.

She had few lemons with ginger and corn…

all wrapped neatly in poly-bag form.

 

I noticed she had beautiful eyes..

dried off tears from last night.

She had few bangles around her wrist…

My glasses had already collected mist.

 

“buy some” she said once again..

“but my fridge is already stocked with same”

“I have headbands,clips and more…”

she called her sister moving to and fro.

 

They came with boxes in their hands…

everything was beautiful including the bands.

Green and yellow, butterflies and bees…

the clips had lovely patterns for me.

 

Her sister carried  a baby;

fat cheeks ,running nose and bit of lazy.

He was covered uniformly with mud..

his mother laid her eyes on me ..but..!

 

I bought headbands and ginger handful..

and did not forget to tell the girls “you are beautiful”!

They smiled at me with gleaming eyes,

two got shy with cheeks red dyed.

 

“do you know to read ?”I asked them straight;

the smile turned small for two maids.

“where is the money,where is the time..?

the things that we sell,hardly keep us alive”

 

“but I know my name..to spell and write,”

One of them said with a victorious smile and pride.

I smiled at her and took out my diary..

the one in which i have collected names while on ferry.

 

She wrote her name in broken words..

I promised her “I’ll teach you to learn”

she laughed at me “where is the time?”

I smiled and thought; “anytime down the line.”

 

She said “no” and walked away..

my hopes died…they had no way.

Next day morning, I boarded the train..

She tapped my back..”you are late…!”

train