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Heart Speak: The purpose
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I just hope to reach out other minds. I can't see through the people I see around. But I believe one can do so if one gets a chance to see people, when they are among strangers, strangers who understand them better than their most ideal soul-mates. Here I find such people and I feel fulfilled and at peace. I am reassured; yes I am human, with a thinking heart and a feeling mind;and I am not the only such specimen on this earth. Want to see the Rashmi that no mirror in the real world would show me. Hamilt...
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Heart Speak: January 2015
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Monday, January 12, 2015. The same letters comforted the bruised heart again. Like a warm air clears up the foggy glasses and makes things visible. I did not expect those few lines would ease out things for me Today also. What routes and passages remain alive in the subways and underworld of heart hidden under unlimited floors of self deception. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). SOLILOQUIES - Beyond Few Words. A Slave To Existence. A Little More Than Ordinary. And, I Start Singing. Echo from my heart. The powe...
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Heart Speak: March 2015
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Sunday, March 15, 2015. You are the Sun. You are the moonlit night. You are the girl in the picture. With the bright laugh, her head held high. Beaming at the sun, the dark brown hair shining as gold and the supple light arms holding on to a bicycle handle. You are the one to whom a small cute princess had gifted a rose with a dimpled smile on her face. You are the one who beamed when the proud parents listened on to a happy teacher. You are the one who whispered about an admirer to a best friend. A Litt...
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Heart Speak: June 2014
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Saturday, June 21, 2014. A story. don't know what to name. Sanchita was looking at the seats, at the snacks corner and seeping it all in. This was the part of traveling she liked most. The strange faces around, in front of whom you can just be an image, any image you want to show, the image of the of person you want to be. May be it is the kind of person you would be if you had your way and not the 100 strings and shackles that bind you. But then those shackles root from your own elements. The knowledge,...
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Heart Speak: October 2014
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Sunday, October 12, 2014. Someone came along and said to me you are so beautiful and went off to lead a life oblivious to me, I revelled in happiness, floated high, looked the moon in the eye. Till a day someone came along and said to me you are ugly and went off to lead a life oblivious to me, I fell down from the great height, felt miserable and couldn't see the mirror in the eyes. I was happy again. Sunday, October 5, 2014. This pages refreshes every attosecond! Treasury of courage and confidence.
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Heart Speak: Bankrupt
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Saturday, July 11, 2015. 10 years ago there was a 21 year old girl, sitting before the idols of deities, crying, scared, asking Him to protect her and help her and her family. Her family had gone bankrupt, they were under threat of physical violence by the creditors. She prayed to the lord. She went to her school Principal's house. She had just retired and had received a lot of money. Anyways, she had no success. Then she wrote a letter to a man, whose article in the newspaper had inspired her. There are...
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Life on Mars: March 2014
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Where Fiction meets Reality. Wednesday, March 12, 2014. Re posted: because I know, he must have cried today. पिताजी की बात बेबात पर रोने की आदत है. माँ कहती है की तुम्हारी चर्चा हो तो emotional हो जाते हैं, इसलिए रोते हैं. मैं. कहता हूँ की ख़ुशी के मौके पर भी कोई इस तरह रोता है क्या? छुट्टियों में घर आया था और शाम को परिवार की मंडली जमी थी. 8221; मौका पाकर माँ मेरी टांग खीच रही थी. सब हँस रहे थे और पापा आंसू पोछ रहे थे. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). स्वप्न मेरे. बहुत किया अपमान. स्मार्ट फ...महिलì...
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Life on Mars: 2 Crows
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Where Fiction meets Reality. Thursday, August 22, 2013. First Crow asked Second Crow, “You know it wasn’t making any difference. Why you were wasting your energy? Second Crow replied, “At least when somebody will write this story, I will not be the one who was sitting while somebody’s house was burning.”. It is easy to be the first crow, but it needs courage to be the second; Keep trying even when you feel it is not going to make any difference. Yeh Jo Desh Hai Tera. स्वप्न मेरे. कुश की कलम. तुम...
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Life on Mars: July 2013
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Where Fiction meets Reality. Saturday, July 20, 2013. Yesterday I saw my first silver hair and I thought may be I am getting old. There it was, standing conspicuous like wise man among normal mortals. I checked it again and again hoping it to be illegal immigrant, but it was 100% indigenous. 8220;Hey Anand, what are you smiling at? It is getting dark. Let us go home.” She was almost standing. 8220;But didn’t you study in a boy school? Wednesday, July 3, 2013. I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For.
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Life on Mars: August 2012
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Where Fiction meets Reality. Tuesday, August 14, 2012. तारीख : १५ August. नाम: समीर. उम्र: २१ साल. पेशा: Student, Undergraduate, Engineering. नाम: शर्मा जी. उम्र: ४२ साल. पेशा: Government employee. नाम: छोटू. उम्र: १७ साल. पेशा: चाय वाला. छोटू आज स्पेशल चाय लाना", शर्मा जी पहली बार प्रसन्नचित मुद्रा में थे. क्या बात है साहेब, आज बड़े खुश हो.". आप तो स्पेशल चाय पीयो वो भी general चाय के दाम में.". Thursday, August 2, 2012. Pay attention, Idiot! Chapter 3: No one messes with ME! Dr Mohammed Rahman Ali.