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This entry is written for a contest of Indiblogger  http://www.indiblogger.in/getpublished/ I was just wandering on the corridors of the school after my geography class with my fellow IXth grade classmates. And there was he, crossing our aisle smiling at one of my friends. Awestruck, I took a moment to regain my consciousness. ;) Clever me, I did not waste a minute and asked my friend who was he. And within seconds I gathered as much information about him as possible. "Teddy bear" was the first word that came to my mind (and also to my lips) after recalling him once more. A silly name it was to give to a handsome and yet cute guy christened Rahul. But for the next two years he spent at our school, this became his nickname. Ovations to me :). But he was not someone who would sit quietly after learning that I gave him a nickname just after a few days of him joining class XIth. Just the day after we got introduced to each other by our mutual friend priyanka, he star...

Five + 1 Things your ophthalmologist should tell you (while they don’t usually) Revelations of common myths about your eye It has been five long years that I am bespectacled and every time I visit my eye doctor, I come home with a disappointment. No matter how frequently or how infrequently I get my eye checked up, it always turns out that I need more powerful glasses. Being a girl I hate the fact that I have to wear specs the rest of my life. More heart rendering is the fact that instead of recovering, the ability of my eyes to see clearly is decreasing every day. ( Will I get blind one day?) I wanted to know why and ended up having an hour long chat with an eye surgeon who lives nearby my place.  After the chat I feel like never visiting my old ophthalmologist again. I hate her now. I am already suffering with eye problems but I don’t want others too. So here I am, sharing the knowledge I gained, so that you know what to ask for while getting your eye checked up. The ...

After torturing our adrenaline  by watching a horror movie for a couple of hours  the places we are most afraid of are the doors and windows of the room even though  they are the only ways for us to escape  in case of occurrence such an event. :-P

S omewhere deep within A midst her many moods, N umerous yet reasoned, H ollers never, but she does cry. I ngenuous but experienced T amed not, but she tries. A sks never, but she does spy J

THE YELLOW MUSTARDS, WITH SUMMER'S WARMTH, SINGING BIRDS SUNSET AND SONGS HEARD

If I have to narrate the story of my marriage, the entire story, well, then it might take a week or two for you to read. So making the long story short let me take you directly to its climax. It all began with a phone call; A phone call that was the root of all our differences. “so.. wanna go out tomorrow?” it was the first thing he said after I picked up his call on the landline (In those days cellular phone was a luxury for only those who were willing to pay bills for their incoming calls too). Mother was waiting nearby so I could not say anything that might seem “bad” to her prying ears. As suspicious as ever she sat by my side pretending to look at one of the fashionable fountain pens I had between my fingers. “ Yes, I was just doing the homework, it will be done by midnight.. I will hand it over to you tomorrow at college.” I answered him something totally irrelevant to what his question was. “Huh? Oh.. ok.. see ya.” He hung up. After answering...

I know not what I lack, I know not why I cry, Since the day you are gone Everyday I die. Passing through a dark phase, I do not know if it will end. Telling my bleeding heart In this phase I must blend. “Saying sorry will not do”, That is what you told, But to endure your absence My heart is not that bold. I have nothing that Money cannot buy, But now these words Seem so wry, For I can not have you, Standing by my side, I begged you that day But you did go away, My faults did not give You a reason to stay, I should have stopped you, I can not bear this pain, Yes, I need you To be in my life again, I put my hand on my chest, And claim today, I will wait for you Till my death day, In heaven we will meet, This promise I will keep. Please, come back to me How long will we weep? Forgiveness I ask for, Before you, my soul stands, My head is down and I am with folded hands. Restless I am not, I state this with...