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The Missing Element

A long day is coming to an end,
Consumed by the chores I look for the missing element, Facades of black, grey and white hound the four corners, I look for an escape
from the madness around.

As I step out to soak in the fresh air,
I absorb the lush green leaves of the Banyan,
try to construe the Cuckoo's calling,
I look for the missing element,
Facades of concrete, honking cars
hound the surroundings,
I look for an escape
from the hullabaloo.

Tick Tock, Tick Tock,
Oh! It was a dream,
I look for the missing element,
A toothless smile appears
I could see it from the corner of my eyes
A smile that eased the pain within,
A smile that erased the facades of dream,
A smile that turned me a new leaf.

The Fruits of Labor

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Pitter Patter! Pitter Patter!  Rain plays a rhythmic sound.. I soak in the fragrance of wet earth.. A drop on my cheeks, comes trickling down to my lips.. A drop on the leaves of that plant.. comes trickling down to my palms..
As I try holding on to the droplets, They merge with the lines on my palm.. Playing "Catch me if you can"  I struggle to close the palms, to not let the droplets fall.. Caught in the web of struggle, I fumble, I tumble, but in vain, One last effort in 'catching' the droplet I make use of a tiny tumbler, This time the droplet gives way and trickles from the tip of my fingers to the bottom of the tumbler..
That droplet taught me a lesson divine, Light is there at the end of every tunnel, Dark clouds always part their way for the rising sun, Setting sun always makes way for the milky moon, The twinkling stars shine on a dark and sultry night, Failure paves the way for pinnacle of success, There is hope even in despair..
Ditch the despair, embrace …

The Power In Me

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I have the power in me, in my mind, in my body, in my soul...
Power to look within, to feel happiness, to forgo hatred...
I have the power in me, to make this world a better abode to be in...
To turn the tide against the mighty mean world...
To shift the balance towards an innocuous world...
I have the power in me, to think exceptional...
To change the sight, smell and sound in and around...

My thoughts are my words, my being..
They are my clout, an addition to my firm self..
I strive to perceive, only the best...
Abandoning the adverse, absorbing the rest...
I look towards the lightening and thunder in the sky...
The raindrops pierce through the dark sky...
Bringing a sense of joy and new found energy...
My thoughts hang in that moment...
Forgoing all things said and done...
I realize the power was always in me...
The need was to soak in with the power in me...


Book Review- My Clingy Girlfriend by Madhuri Banerjee

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What is a clingy girlfriend? A clingy girlfriend will go through your phone. She will destroy the contact numbers of every other girl on your phone. She will delete your Facebook profile. And will give you forty-five missed calls in the sixty minutes you put your phone on silent for an office presentation.  A clingy girlfriend will say: 'Carry two sets of fully charged mobile batteries so you can be in touch with me. Always.' 'In my dream, you were flirting with some other girl and then ended up in bed. Dreams are a manifestation of some act that is carried out in daily life. Are you cheating on me?' 'You have issues. You need to get therapy. Are you cheating on me?'  And the worst one: 'Why aren't we married yet?' Obrokranti Banerjee's girlfriend ticks all of these and more. Caught between wanting to break up and the fear that he'll never find another girlfriend if he does, Obrokranti finds himself doing things he never imagined: watching Sha…

Book Review- The Silent Scream by Siddhartha Garg

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The Silent Scream by Siddhartha Garg presents a subtle yet apt picture of the different forms of child abuse prevalent in India. The book begins with the narration of a real life incident, in which a 6 year old girl- Harshita- living in one of the posh localities of Bengaluru is molested, raped and left almost paralysed by a member of the family. The member of the family, who dared to do this act, was none other than her own father. Shrouded by jealousy, hatred and ego over his wife's success and refusal to have another child, the father- a top notch businessman- resorts to an act that is irreparable. The initial few pages show how the mother stands firm on her decision to get her own husband- the culprit- punished, is something to feel proud about. Not many mothers in India, would come across on board to get their husbands pushed behind the bars. This mother was different. Strong, determined, and not bothered about the stigma that's attached to rape', the mother ensures t…

Flash Fiction: Embrace

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There was a lull all around. She could hear her heart beat. Beads of sweat were trickling down her forehead. She didn't know what was causing her to sweat so much when it was a perfect breezy night. She always slept near the window. That was her favorite place. It was there that she could dream, write, think, create and also sleep peacefully with the air breezing past her. Yet, she sweat a lot at the moment. She moved her hand over her body. Caressing herself, trying to calm her body down. What was causing the profuse sweat? She could feel her deep breathing. 
She longed for HIM. She realized after all this while. It was that touch, from HIM, when he held her close enough; when their eyes spoke what their heart desired; when the slight bent over her lips made her draw close to him. That divine kiss, at least that's what it was for her. She missed his wilderness. What a fool she had been, to have run away as he kept kissing her, pushing her close to his body. Alas! she wouldn&…

Flash Fiction: Thorns

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Life is a bliss. She presumed. Until she met her man. The man, who would do anything to make her smile. The man, who until they got married had always loved her through and through. The man, who seemed so different from what he had been when they started their courtship. The man was no longer her prince charming. But an animal looking to devour his catch. She detested him now, to the core. So much so that his mere presence made her feel devastated. Life was no longer a bed of roses. Life was more about the thorns. Thorns that poked her skin deep. Deeper than the void that the man had created with his presence in her life.

Unmasked

There are 'people' everywhere around  Some generous, Some miserly Some extrovert, Some introvert,  But they are everywhere around,  from where you stand.
Then, there are people who do good,
They will do anything to make you smile, They will fetch you brownies from your favorite patisserie, They will send you flowers from far across, They will shower you with gifts that you love, They will be by your side through thick and thin, They will be on their toes to help you win.
Then, there are people who would 'act' to do good, Donning the hat of being most effervescent, They will make you feel that you are better than the rest, Behind your back,  They will hatch every conspiracy at their best, They will laugh with you at others, Behind your back,  They will make your life worse than others,
Cheery, Smiling, Cracking jokes, Going out for smoke, They would do it all, like you are partners in crime,  Behind your back,  They will suck your life for no reason or rhyme
Just when…