Posted in Friendship, nature, Writing

Perishing playgrounds

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One fine day, I remember my mom telling me, that when they were children, playing in the sun wouldn’t mean getting tanned, getting sun burnt, getting bitten by mosquitoes, catching diseases or getting infected.

It was a part of their lifetime;playing.

But now, it surely is very hard to digest that concrete jungles and tar roads make it unable for children to even play.

Playing is like one of the basic amenities of life. After all, all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.

But now, its not only Jack, but millions of kids out there, with their eyes glued to smartphones, with no time to even imagine what playing with friends could really be.

To me myself, playing seems like a far-fetched dream. There are roads, shops, buildings, apartments, houses, libraries, malls and schools, but no playground can be seen.

Don’t deny it people, by making life better for yourself, you are making life miserable for the upcoming generation.

Let us be free.

 

 

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Posted in Confusion, Friendship, Quote, Story, Writing

Perspective-mindful musing

Image result for Perspective tumblr wallpaperI just realized how lucky I was.

I got a good home, good food, good clothes, good education, good friends and good everything. Like literally everything.

But still, I can’t help complaining about how long has it been since I last had a piece of chocolate cake, which by the way was 1 week back only.

I can’t stop whining about buying a new bag which is in the trend. I really do want a really fast Rubix cube, RIGHT NOW.

I want that beautiful, awesome, super cool, fanta-fabulous fast-writing pen IMMEDIATELY because all of them have it!

And without asking, I get supplied with tons of books related to Maths and Science and Social and Physics and Chemistry and Biology and blah blah blah 😦  “Grow up and become an engineer or doctor” is a very common phrase heard by a student.

I do not want to eat the same lunch everyday, I can’t stand the same food for two different meals of the same day. I WANT a variety. Yes I do.

And when I’m demanding all these AND being provided these, I can’t help wonder about those’s life where they can’t imagine their next meal without working hard now. Those who die working everyday to educate their children, those whose life are mingled with sadness and dullness, spun with tragedy and despair to watch people having more that what they should and wasting more that what they should.

Yes, it hurts me a lot to think of their lives, those poor unfortunate souls which no one bothers to help. Still, I don’t see why people don’t bother to help someone like them in need.

Of course, another human is like your brother/sister. You HAVE to show humanity. You are humane. Your are kind. You are helpful. You are caring. So you got to help people.

But how may of us actually do that?

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Posted in Friendship, Horror, Writing

Darkness

Sia coughed, wrapping her hands around her as the rain drops hit us hard.

‘Sophie, I think we should go home. But how do we, in this rain?’ She asked me. I stood as helpless as her. She coughed again, shivering.
Sia is my best friend, more like my little sister. ‘And I am not letting her fall sick’ Something screamed inside me.
‘Here, wear it.’ I said, handing my wet coat to her. She glanced at it and shook her head. ‘No, you wear it. You may fall sick.’
‘No. I say you wear it. You realize it that this is probably the last time we are hanging out since you are moving far, far away?’ I said to her stiffly. She gave a tiny nod before wearing the jacket. And, now it was my turn to shiver.

3 years later.
I and Sia are still best friends, even though it’s been years since she moved to Scotland. We are pen-pals, we write letters to each other.
Bu the best part now, is that I’m in Scotland!!!
You heard me right, yes, I’m in Scotland.
Not that I have moved here or something, but my parents allowed me to come here to visit my friend. Sia’s reply, when I said her that I was coming to Scotland, was cheerful when a third person read it. But when I read it, I felt the difference. She totally didn’t project her true feeling in the letter. Anyway, she asked me to wait near a prominent graveyard where she’ll meet me.
Strange, though not truthfully. Sia is someone who loved haunted happenings, paranormal activities and ghosts and stuff. She might pop in front of me, wearing her Halloween costume, trying to scare me.
Whatever. I’m excited to see her though.
Time passed, until it was one hour past the time she told me that she’ll meet me. The sun was sinking and there was no sight of her. I was starting to wonder if she wanted to see me or not.
‘Excuse me, you are Sophie?’ A voice said in a strong foreign accent. I turned around to see a girl clad in a midnight blue dress.
I nodded. ‘Yes, but I do not recognize you.’ I said to her.
‘You are waiting for someone?’ She said, ignoring my reply. I nodded again.
‘I am here as I was told to pass on a message to you.’ She said
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A message? For me?
‘Go on.’ I said to her, a frown appearing on my face.
‘You will find it there.’ The girl pointed towards the first graveyard. I stared at it for a moment before turning. ‘What are-‘ I stopped mid sentence.
The girl had disappeared. The hairs on my neck raised.
Strange.
Shivering slightly, I walked inside the graveyard to the grave which she pointed.
The grave was small and had a piece of folded cloth on it along with a note. I sat down and began reading the note.
Sophie, my dearest friend. This is Sia. I missed you a lot. It was very awesome of you to come and meet me, but funny you could have come a year earlier. You could have met me…But now you can’t, although I can see you sitting here and reading this. A year back was when I had a car crash. Which I didn’t survive.
I stopped reading quickly, my eyes filled with tears automatically.
NO! Sia has to be joking! She’s here, playing pranks like usual. If she had really..died, then how did I receive letters for the past one year after her so-called death? Sia is a childish girl who loved her little pranks.
I looked around, searching for Sia. ‘SIA!’ I screamed. No reply. She wasn’t there. I felt a chill down my spine.
I bent down and continued reading.
Very sad ending, I had. I know. I died in a very painful way…Anyway, we will never see each other again and it pains me to say that. But there is something which I owed you, Sophie. Take that cloth with you.
And with that, the letter ended. Tears dribbled down my cheeks as I picked up the cloth and unfolded it. Sia, died?
I gasped.
It was the same jacket I had given to her on a rainy day, 3 years back. Something which she didn’t have a chance to return to me, but now she has done it. A note fell from that.
Sophie. Its so lonely here without you, you know. I want you here. So I will bring you here. It maybe painful, you know, dying. But still…  -Sia
My eyes widened in shock. I felt my heart turn lead and legs become jelly. I heard a high pitched scream, screeching sounds. I spun around quickly, fear etched on my face as darkness closed around me completely.
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Posted in Art, Beauty, Quote, Simple, Story, Writing

I have a story

I sat there, on a bench in the pavement pretending to be a homeless poor boy, looking for stories.

As an author, I am supposed to actually have good ideas replenished always in my head, but that’s exactly what it is not. I am experiencing a mental drought. A very long writer’s block has overtook me, making me sometimes wonder if my brain still exists or has it evaporated out of its abode.

I yawned watching the old man crooning over, trying to sell his homemade candies to the peopl on the street.

But he had no luck, of course. Who wants cheap hand made lollies which can be unhygienic when you have melt-in-your-mouth delicious imported chocolates which are totally awesome desserts.  ( except the fact that they add to your weight.) 

The old man, failing with every person on the road, walked to the last person he saw. Me.

‘Here take my candies, son.’ He said trying to hand me a few candies.

‘Oh no sir. I don’t have enough cash.’ I lied quickly as my mouth watered slightly. The old man smiled and shook his head.

‘I spend a good 4 hours making them candies, but nobody buys. I don’t wanna feed them to the dustbin, and I suppose, you could have them, son. For free.’

My mouth hung open.

‘Oh sir, no. That’s too much of–‘ The man stuffed a few candies into my hand and grinned showing a few teeth missing.

I paused for a moment. Then,

‘In that case,’ I said dunking my hand into my pocket. ‘The candies are mine. And this is yours.’ I said fishing out nearly 50 dollars and thrusting it into his hand before disappearing through the path.

My heart felt warm even though the weather was teeth chattering.

But then, I knew I had a story. I had a story, Yes I did.

Posted in Friendship, Quote, Simple, Story, Writing

Should I?

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His brother was the role model for him.

He did everything his brother has ever done. He wanted to achieve nothing less than what his brother has, but surely, something more. Probably, what he was doing was being just another miniature copy of his brother. But he didn’t mind. Originality was not something he wanted. He wanted to be everything what his brother was. He wanted to be his brother.

All he did was follow his brother’s footsteps.
But now that his brother died in an accident, he has no shadow of doubt about what is to be done.
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Posted in nature, Story, Writing

Animos #14

A satisfying click issued from the spherical cage as the cage’s door flicked open. Frank beamed joyfully. His way of handling Ben’s laptop in the corner was very creative and within moments, he had unlocked the cage without alerting the security alarm.
Dena smiled at him.
‘Thanks a lot, Frank. We’ll only come back after destroying the Crystal.’ She found it hard to believe that it was just yesterday when she ran from Sabrina and discovered her powers.
All the Animos filed slowly out of the cage, delighted at being free.
‘You’d better leave right now to the mountains, because it won’t be long before Ben comes here with another wave of Animos.’ Frank replied. ‘And here’s the most important part, Ben has connected himself to the Crystal in some way. So before you destroy the Crystal, not one single person alone should touch it because solo touch alerts alarm, whereas a group wouldn’t harm it as it would blast before the alarm would ring.’ Frank’s eyes twinkled.
‘You are leaving right now. Go!’ He said impatiently to the Animos.
‘But what about the mountain climbing equipment? All the ropes, oxygen cylinder, and stuff?’ Jack asked.
‘Ha! That’s for humans. You’re Animos. You are more than that. You can do it. Animals don’t climb mountains with ropes and cylinders. You can do it. Go!’ Frank hissed.
Here the adventure begins…