Twenty four years is a long time. One doesn’t get born and grow up to be twenty four years old. It takes five stable governments in India, five five year plans, five green revolutions, two hundred and sixty four months. Just think of how much and what could happen during that time. So many people die before getting to that age. So many people fall in and out of love and stop trusting in the magic of love before they get that old. College gets over, even university in some cases, people start to work and fall into a routine that will eat up thirty four precious years of their lives. Continue reading
In continuation with Big Question…
The big question is not “Why are you here?” The big question is “Are you aware of where you are?” And yet, there are always bigger questions, just like there is always a new mystery to solve, a new milestone to achieve, a new record to break. But isn’t there a limit to everything? How far can you go? How high can you jump? How fast can you run? Continue reading
Prabhat turned off the alarm before it was about to went off three minutes later. He was awake from quite a long time. He looked at Sarita, she was deep in her sleep, unaware of her husband looking at her. Her face had grown dull over the last few years, specially after she gave birth to twins three years ago. Gayatri & Savitri, he had named his twin daughters. Both of them were like sparkling gems in his otherwise darkened life.
Though, it wasn’t as dark four years ago as it was not, when the future looked promising to him and life seemed full of countless possibilities. Moreover, all the dreams were turning to reality. He married Sarita out of his own choice and with his family’s nod, he had a good job in the gulf, he had saved good amount of money and he hoped life will take on to a new course once Sarita would join him in the gulf. But unaware of the future, the course he hoped to take became a curse for him. Lady luck didn’t shine on him. He lost his job and joined a property consultant’s office where he had to work harder than ever to meet up with monthly expenses. Sarita declared she was pregnant three months after he brought her to gulf. She was still jobless. The worst of all, she didn’t want to go back. She wanted to stay with him. Continue reading
I had never been to a graveyard in my life before. It was my uncle’s death anniversary. I didn’t know him much but I felt a connect, a strange connect when I stood beside his grave. The news of his death last year was shocking. No one expected that this would happen. Not even my uncle would have imagined his death. I wasn’t at the burial last year but as I stared at the ground, blank faced, I could imagine a clear picture as to how it would have been. There is no shedding of tears right now. The faith that we will meet him soon makes my heart smile. That’s mere faith that comes with hope. Hope to meet him soon and faith that our hopes would turn out to be true one day. I was engulfed in utter silence. Nobody had anything to share. I wonder how my uncle felt when he breathed his last breath. A second before leaving this world, what exactly he would have felt? Guilt? Regret? That he couldn’t live his life a little longer? My uncle was a filthy rich man. I think regret could have been an emotion he felt at that particular moment. What about the thought of leaving his wife and only son? Does a person before dying think about himself and his present condition? Does he ponder upon the fact that in a matter of seconds he will be no more? Or does he think about the plight of the people he will be leaving behind? No book, no individual on Earth has got this opportunity to write how he or she felt when they died. Continue reading
“Where are you?” Veerinder said on the phone.
“Oh, I am sorry Veeru, I had to leave early, couldn’t inform you in hurry. I was about to call you as soon as I was free”, Kavita replied to him.
“Where. Are. You”, he said it very slowly this time.
“I’m at the lawyer’s.”
“What am I doing here then? Waiting outside your home, ringing bell from the last ten minutes, you could have messaged me that you are leaving early. Why are you at the lawyer’s by the way?”
“I’ll talk to you about it.” Continue reading