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... Unless It's Not A Call From Heart

“I swear…”

“No, am done with this. Do you know how many times you said the same word to me?”

“Last time, please… I mean it.”

“I said NO.”

“What if, this time I am not wrong and what I did, that was by my heart?”

“I have work. Will you leave me alone?”

“Please, just give this a look, then you can go to your work or you can blame me more.”

“For the last time. Don’t repeat this.”

“Promise”

Giving the young lady a harsh look, she turned to the door. And there stands her Dad and Mom, with flowers and singing her “Happy Birthday.” Giving the young lady, who stands with a winked expression, a teary smile she just ran to hug them.

“Maa, I promised you na, I won’t be late to home unless it’s not a call from heart! Am sorry, I couldn’t   think of any other gift for you on your special day. Once again sorry maa and happy birthday… and I promise…”

She hugged her daughter very close and said, “… unless it’s not a call from heart.”

Middle

Beginnings are always Beautiful.

Ends Unknown.

Sometimes with a Smile

Or a Tear.

Middle, there lies Everything.

We have started. Quite a beautiful beginning. There were a whole lot of smiles, introductions, meeting ups, realizations, dreams and yes, it was beautiful.

Middle. The point where decisions are made. Confusions. Uncertainty. Concern. Right. Wrong. And the only point where we fought with ourselves.

End. The unknown, where we will meet all the faces we met in the beginning. Some faces of happiness and some of sad. Yet I can’t figure out, what expressions and emotions WE will be carrying!

“We are just in middle of the story,

But people remember beginnings and ends.”

You & Me

Is it love, when you dream about growing old with someone?

Is it love, when your dreams are full of one person?

Is it love, when that is the only person whom you want to talk with?

Is it love, when you feels yourself with some one?

Is it love, when you feels to write about that special feeling?

Yes it is love.

Yet confused whether I can call it love!

It has happened before

Feeling ease with someone

Being yourself

Dreaming about growing old

And, this time it’s quite different!

There is a magical feel

Having common beats, likes, interests

They will make you close in no time.

Talking for hours on nothing and everything

Without getting bored.

Understanding the other,

Respect for the individual

Love for the “US”.

Perfect.

And It Rains

It’s May

And it Rains.

He wished Rain

When he reaches her.

She laughed at him

Saying its May

You will miss

Rains this time too.

He turned up.

A little early.

Rains too.

Hard to know

Whether it’s her tears.

It’s May

And it Rains!