Priyadarshini

chapter - 4 Sometimes it feels as if everything is pre-planned, no matter how much we tried or cried to make it otherwise. Everything takes its own time and place to happen. Today Raizadas will come to see me for their elder son, for him... I never thought that I would ever meet him again in life. But life has planned something different for me; first I met him after so many years such unexpectedly, then again today! But things have changed quite rapidly and in a way that I never thought will ever happen in my life. He must be known that it is me for whom he is coming to see. Of course he must have known, it is not like any daily serial or like that. He must have agreed to it then only his family is coming to see me today. ****** Arnav’s POV.... My family must have reached at her place by now. I choose to not go saying that I know her very well as she was my batch-mate back in college and if everything turns out in positive then my answer will be ‘yes’...

MANSOON RAIN - CHAPTER 3 The feeling of homecoming is something that couldn’t be describable, The aroma of your home town, those narrow lanes, and that big “Kotha” standing in all its pride at the end of the lane, and this is all about Home, that is “Shantivan”. Paying the driver off, when I entered into our kotha, there is a unusual silence in the atmosphere, something so creeping and deep, which usually leaves a feeling of something amiss amid of all the crowd and make you to wonder what there used to be that you are so used to it. Shantivan is used to be crowded all the time, My grandfather was a renowned person in our town back at his time, he was the only Graduate and bearing the tag of “Raj-gharana”, people used to respect him and saw him as leader. Even long after Grandfather, people show same respect that they used to be, now in this modern era.    This makes me more impatient as I hurried towards main door. Madhvi, our prime cook’s daughter, who also w...

CHAPTER : 2 Not all rains remind me of him, it’s just some that fills me with despair, and forced me to visit those memories which I have always kept hidden till sometimes like these, that they choose to surface. And today’s rain has its own story to tell, I saw him after four long years. When loneliness accompanies me, I used to think how it would be when he will be in front of my eyes after all these long time? Will this time ever come?  And when I met such a time that I thought would never happen, I feel something, something that is not happiness, that is more like a hollow, which starting to grow, which I thought would have filled by this much of time. But whom I am fooling, his thoughts are there always like a shadow, the shadow that I used to find in the crowd, to relate it to myself by any means possible, I still  keep watch on his every details. His one sight and my heart still play the tune that it used to play long years back. Even if it is a go...

Prologue!  Monsoon Rain... The driver pressed horn really hard, hoping the overloaded lorry to move away from his way, but the road has become really worse and the lorry has badly fixed, the impatient people along with the continuous raining make it more difficult. I turned off my Data option with that turned off my phone too, the rain is intensifying with lightening and it is not advisable to use phone while lightening, so with no option left I look outside through the glass window of the cab towards the busy streets of my home town. It is the Monsoon time in India when I got the news of my mother’s illness, I was busy in a project far away from India in USA with my team mates and I got this news. Well worried! Of course I am, because as much as I know my family, they won’t say me such things if it isn’t something more serious. So here I am in Kolkata, in my home town putting all the remaining work upon my fellow mates. Sir! The driver’s voice broke ...

Bitter and Sweet! What come in your mind if you are asked to relate both the words “Bitter” and “Sweet” to something? Both define quite different taste. Then comes another question, which you like the most? I may tell you anything, if I was asked, but in the company of my Dairy and loneliness, my answer will surely be different. And it will always be “His Memories”. And anything to choose, I like both bitter and sweet. As I am penning down the last chapter of “My Love Story”, confused will describe very less of my situation. Where to start and where to finish, but I am sure it will be jumble of feelings each different from other but linked in a very thin cord and that’s Him. As I have expressed earlier that I don’t know when, how it all started, may be if I had known, have surely saved them as treasures. But as I look back now, I saw the moments, some has happened, some I have created, some I have stolen from time. From a eye candy to when it become my habit I don’t k...

THIS IS MY LOVE STORY : 2 BEFORE HE HAPPENED : A story becomes more interesting and feels more close to us when we writers don’t hold anything back. Holding back something not only makes the story superficial but it feels like filmy not like the actual shit that happens in real. My life never has any third person in it ever. It is always me , Me and ME ! Truth to told am a mess actually, and in this self created mess I am so engrossed that I hardly get time to think about anything else, you see now also am thinking about my love only . Alas! Something never changes. But back at then things were more different from now, coming to me I am a very fun loving and the kind of girl who will choose rather to die than sitting at one place more than 2 minutes and doing nothing. Life was easy too. I don’t remember a time where I was concerned for studies, people etc etc. Having the capability to grasp everything quickly, I never was concerned for good marks. Well it ma...

THIS IS MY LOVE STORY..... It was all started few years back, don’t know exactly from where, when at what point of life. I only got to know eventually how through don’t know. Isn’t it a bit crazy well a lot crazy I must say. But this is how my love story is. It was never love at first sight unlike my other crushes. Well even I don’t remember when I actually saw him for the first time? Was it back then when I first heard my friend talk about him? Or was it then when while getting down from college bus I would look at the back seat to find him there looking at the front? But whatever it is, somewhere it catch the string of my heart and forced it to bit like a crazy drum. What exactly that attracts me this much? Why it is only him not any other? Of course he was not the last man on the earth ! but it did happen and I fell hard. Slowly slowly , step by step I fell for him, started collecting whatever moments I can create with him, stored them, smiled at my madness...

A letter to my heart...... Dear Pumping little thing in me, At this end of a beautiful time period of my life, I want nothing but express. Express how much I love you for making my joy double, express how much I hate you for beating stubbornly every time when I clearly banned you, for making me an emotional fool, same time making me the person I am proud of. Even this time I don’t even know is it me saying all these or you in me, saying all these. They say na! Everything has its perfect time. Mine was these last years. Cause before that as much as I remember I was always under the safe cocoon of lovely people, who knows nothing but how to love. But then in these last years of my life I met so many people, talked with them, become friends, then fought, leave and again make friends. But in all these shits of life you remain constant, sometimes fooling me around in my own dreamland, sometimes making me see things as you want to see. But today I want to tell...

“NO !” That is what she has thought to answer him to his question. But that is long before she come here at a purely business party as his DATE, for the last time . at least that is what she told herself while agreeing to accompany here. But sitting alone at a corner table she did nothing but worry upon one thing or other . The party is amazing, and going in full mode on the roof of a 45 th story building, from where you can see the whole city as it is illuminated with various lights, traffics, well its true this city never sleeps, neither people here have anytime for anything that called emotion. Her phone buzzed , indicating an incoming message, “Madam, Aada Baby has slept , I will wait till you back ~ Maria” Maria is the babysitter, this party organizers  has provided facilities for babysitting as many people may have small babies accompanying them. She smiled a little at the phone screen, at least someone is having a good time. She look ...