Masked

Ring up the curtain, Shine some light,
You have been placed under the spotlight,
The stage is set, Remember the characters are always live.
There isn’t any script, You’ll never know what scene is next,
No edits, no retakes,
In this
theatre called ‘Life’.

No sooner did I realize,
I am a marionette puppet, life is my marionettist.
My power and strength are my phantasm,
The astral influence is not under my control,
Here time directs and karma rules.

I am not an artist,
Yet strolling through this
theatre I have learned to impersonate.
With my dazzling smile,
I can mask my emotions so perfect.
I have learnt to mimic my fears for my strengths,
My darkness hidden behind others sunshine.
Lost in this world of imitation,
Few shed their mask each night while the others have forgotten what their real self looks like.

Writer’s Note:

Life is full of experiences driven by uncontrollable situations. Here your really emotions are least valued, so to survive in this pretentious world we tend to become a part of this masked force. We hide our feelings and self behind fake appearances in order to gain those acceptances. Learn to wear out your mask before it’s too late, before you and your dear ones fail to recognize ‘You’.


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WHY??

Prologue
You know Ayisha I believe there is always a reason behind every person you meet. Either they come in your life to teach you or to learn from you or to bring the best out of you.

Krutika you and your philosophies!! Why don’t you write a book. “Krutika’s Philosophies.”

Ahaan!! Not a bad idea!!
*Laughters*
Buzzz!!! (Krutika’s Phone)
Hello!! Yes coming, on my way.
I’ll take your leave Ayisha. Got to go! See you soon sweety.
*Text*
I’ll see you in 15 mins Mayank.

Introduction
“A car collusion”
The most dramatic manner people can meet and that’s how Mayank and Krutika met.
Ohh! What a huge fight they had but at the end they were destined to be friends.

During these 4 years Krutika had witnessed Mayank’s highs and lows. She became his confidant. He would tell her everything about, his past, his secrets and about all the new girls he went on date with.

There was something about Mayank that always intrigued Krutika. She realized Mayank hides his past and his insecurities beneath his sybarite attitude.
And so she decided to bring his friend out of this obscureness.

Coffee Shop
It’s always a great combination Mayank; a chilling winter evening and a hot cup of coffee.
Yes, absolutely! And a gorgeous lady like you.
Mayank you know I hate your cheesy dialogues. Better you keep them for your Girlfriends.
Err!! Let’s go for a walk.

They walked a distance when Krutika felt something gripping her waist and before she could understand Mayank grabbed her face and force a kiss. Krutika struggled, pushed him away and ran straight to her car.

The Forced
Krutika couldn’t get over the memory of that night. She was traumatised.
She constantly questioned herself.
Was it my mistake? Did I over-reacted?
Mayank crossed that line. She trusted him but her trust was now shaken.
Buzzz!!
50 missed calls and 100 messages.
Should she call him back? Does he deserve that forgiveness?
Mayank constantly pleaded Krutika for forgiveness and so she decided to give him a second chance.

Gradually she got over the incidence. It now became a faded bad memory. There conversations and giggles began again.

17th July, Mayank’s birthday, when Krutika decided to pay him a surprise home visit. The meeting felt like good old times. Gossips and laughters filled the room.
When suddenly Mayank grabbed her hand. Puzzled Krutika restrained. He forced her towards the wall. This time it was stronger than before. He slipped his hands in her t-shirt. She resisted, refused but he continued to molest her. He didn’t rape her that night YET SHE WAS RAPED.

Writer’s Note
It takes days, months or even years to get over sexual abuse, molestation, eve-teasing. When will they understand it is no fun. It is a trauma, a deep scar, sleepless nights, degraded self-confidence, lost self-love. Nothing can ever justify your malignity.


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Demon

Her darkness resonated the gloomy moonless nights,
Her hollow heart mirrored in her cavernous eyes,
She is apathetic, an emotional void,
A floating ghost, noting how the living live their life.
Is she a zombie?
Oh!! Beware she might be possessed!!

They performed exorcism,
Tortured her with elaborated ritualised ceremonies,
But none could succeed,
For the destruction was far beyond ones deadliest dream.

“A Sardonic Laugh,”
A voice that pierced the human ear,
Horror struck!! Each being was trembling with fear!

I am the Demon,
Born from her frights,
I feed on her terrors,

Nourished and flourished on her apprehensions,
Protected her from all you ghastly phantoms,
Your mockeries, your vicious assaults,
Your duality, your mendacity,
Have buried her in abyssal depths.

I am the Demon,
She loves me to the core,
For none can separate us, because she has surrendered her soul!


Writer’s Note

The demon in this poem symbolises our deep laden fears, that multiply if we nurture them. We always have two ways either to fight or to resign.
We judge others, ridicule them but do we have that right? Are we even aware about their state of mind or what all they might have suffered in their life?
Reach out to them and help them fight
.


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Liebster Award 🥇

liebster-award

Hello bloggers, Hope you all are keeping healthy and positive during this unique time.

Thank you so much Sidharth for nominating me for this exciting award, where you get a chance to know the fellow bloggers. Sidharth weaves all his post magically, do visit his blog and let him enthrall you by his words.

Rules:

Thank the blogger who nominated you, and provide a link to their blog.

Share 11 facts about yourself.

Answer the 11 questions given to you.

Nominate 5-11 other bloggers.

Ask your nominees 11 questions.

Notify your nominees once you have uploaded your post.

Facts:

1) My sister’s daughter is my little sunshine. She can always make me smile.

2) You’ll always find me swaying to good music. I have an unconditional love for music and dancing.

3) I’m an overthinker, which ultimately gives me tension headaches and anxiety attacks.

4) I have an art of stumbling on anything and everything, so I’m often decorated with bruises.

5) I’m a keen observer therefore I like to listen rather than speaking.

6) I am creative person, you’ll often find me indulged in some creative project.

7) Sometimes all we need is someone who can listen to us without judging, so I like to listen to people, help them and counsel them.

8) Half the troubles in my life are self invited, irrespective of my intentions that are always good.

9) I love eating fruits.

10) You’ll never find me sitting ideal. I like to keep myself occupied.

11) I like long walks, keep my mind and body relaxed.

Questions & Answers:

What’s the one word that describes you the best? – Learner (for life).

Who are some of your most favorite writers? – Nicholas Sparks, Dan Brown, Sidney Sheldon (many more…).

Tell me about one of the most memorable moments of your life. – Happy and proud face of my parents after I had cleared a professional exam.

What’s your outlook/ motto in life? – I want to do something good in life, so at the end when I look back, I can proudly say, I have added meaning to the world.

A thing that you aim to convey through your blog? – Positivity and happiness. I like connecting with others and striking their heartstrings.

What makes you truly happy in life? – When someone appreciate and respect my work and seeing my confidant smile.

What all are you doing in this lockdown phase to keep up the positive vibes?- Keeping myself busy with work and my hobbies. Trying to learn something new to make the most out of this time. (but we all have those grey days).

Name one of your all-time favorite movies & why do you enjoy it so much?- Harry Potter (the feeling only a Potterhead will understand).

One aspect of your life that you intend to improve upon? – My overthinking.

If you could have a superpower then what would it be & why? – Travelling places by just snapping my fingers.

What do you like the most about my blog/writings & any suggestions for me to improve as a blogger? – You are an amazing blogger Sidharth. You have the capability to write professionally. Start with some freelancing and you will outshine the others.

My Questions:

Q1) A quote that has always inspired you.

Q2) Tell me about a day you want to relive again.

Q3) Books/novels you will recommend others to read.

Q4) Things you are blessed to have in your life?

Q5) How did you start blogging?

Q6) Your best childhood memory?

Q7) One thing you’ll do straight away after lockdown is lifted?

Q8) That one wish you want to fulfill in your life?

Q9) Which is your dream travel destination?

Q10) Things that automatically makes you smile?

Q11) What are your views about my blog/writings and any suggestions for me?

My Nominees:

  1. Ishaan Sharma
  2. Vijay
  3. Ana
  4. Malavika
  5. Ruchiabhisikta
  6. Abhin

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Rendezvous with Nature

From the bed of clouds, the sun peeps out,

Awakening the world from it’s deepest sleep,

Illuminating the Earth, It spread the word,

It’s time to celebrate the return of an old mate.

From the nadir to the zenith the nature sings,

The golden harp of meadows dance to the swirling wind,

The rustling sea give the nightingales song a new beat,

The seedling sprout on the thaw ground,

Bloom and blossom all around,

Fluttering and flapping the birds playing,

Colours so bright, giving birth to new life,

Nature sways in perfect harmony,

A sight so exquisite,

Rejoice the Spring has begun.

The Last Letter – Part 4

Introduction

Sia loved everything about the letters, from the anxiety, to the warmth, from the yearning, to the magic those words brought. Their bond had grown with each letter and with this another year went by.

The Conflict

Sia was in a delimma. She wanted to confess her feelings to Sameer, but she was afraid of loosing a friend. She felt a profound connection with him. Two years ago destiny had planned their sudden meeting and now those letters bind them together.

No 2nd Chance

She decided, her birthday was the best occasion to tell Sameer that she has fallen for him, but sometimes we shouldn’t wait, rather should grab that chance before it’s too late.

The Blank

It was Sia’s birthday month and as she decided, she had to confess her feelings, but there was something very strange. It was more than a month and she haven’t received Sameer’s letter.

Sia grew impatient and wrote another letter.

2 months had passed but no new letter arrived. She checked with the area post office, but no luck. Her concerns were now soaring new heights.

Present Day

With teary eyes, she read the letter.

Writer’s Note

This story is a tribute to all our warriors. Yes, they too have a heart that beats with love, but the exceptional love for their nation know no boundaries. They sacrifice everything with a smile to save and serve their motherland.

P.S. – Grab each moment and fill it with infinite memories. Don’t hide your feelings, remember to love and appreciation or else you might miss your chance.

Read Part 3 here:

https://shivaniarora04.wordpress.com/2020/05/03/the-last-letter-part-3/

The Last Letter – Part 3

Introduction

Sia’s instinct would tell her that Sameer will reply, but with each passing day she lost track of time.

It was almost a month now.

Waiting for Ages

It was a busy Monday morning and Sia had an important lecture to attend. She was rushing towards her college, when she spotted the postman, and that was the day. Her wait was over.

Personal Warmth

Emails and texting are fine, but there is something more personal and beautiful when it comes to a handwritten letter.

Sia was filled with excitement to open the envelope.

The Reply

Sia immediately started to think of options, which book she should send to Sameer?

Short Conversations

The letters filled Sia with euphoric pleasure. She would wait eagerly for Mondays.

Sameer’s letter would come once a fortnight or once a month. And this became a new normal in Sia’s life.

Sia would tell Sameer about her college advancements, Sameer would tell her about the Kashmir valley. They discussed about books and an year passed by.

To be Continued….

Check out Part 2 here:

https://shivaniarora04.wordpress.com/2020/04/29/the-last-letter-part-2/

The Last Letter – Part 2

Introduction

Have you ever met someone and felt that instant connect?

After a month-long vacation, Sia was back to her college life, but she couldn’t get over her train journey.

Two months have passed, but the memories of that day were still fresh in Sia’s mind,since then, she has replayed her conversation with Sameer a hundred times.

The Unanticipated Monday

Oh! The Monday blues, we are all familiar with it, but just one little thing can charge us up for the weekday.

After a long, tiresome day, Sia headed back to her hostel, little did she know a big surprise was waiting for her.

As she moved on with lazy strides, she heard someone call out her name. It was the hostel warden, Sia knew another lecture was on her way, but wait, what she got was a parcel.

She read and re-read the sender’s name!

Was she hallucinating?

Where did all her practicality go?

The unexpected has happened,

A parcel from Sameer!!!

Unwrapping happiness

Have you ever experienced that sweet tingle? That excitement of opening a parcel?

Sia quickly unwrapped her courier and the very instant she was filled with gratitude. Sameer remembered to give her book back. She flipped through the pages when she came across a handwritten piece of paper.

The blush on Sia’s face was quite evident!

The Confusion

Now began the debate between should and shouldn’t!!

Fighting with the conflict in her mind, Sia decided to write a reply to Sameer’s letter. But should she keep it formal or more casual. She wrote and re-wrote the letter several times and finally posted one.

But now the anxiety took over her, should she expect a reply??

To be Continued…..

Check out Part 1: https://shivaniarora04.wordpress.com/2020/04/26/the-last-letter/

The Last Letter – Part 1

Hey guys, written a story for the very first time. Do share your views.

Introduction
Yes, it’s a world of Tinder and WhatsApp but the feeling a letter carry is beyond happiness.

Prologue
Buzz…
Sia looked at the calendar, it was Monday. Her heartbeat raced. 6 months have passed. With sweaty hands and a tipsy walk, she opened the door.
The letter has finally arrived. The envelope brought back fresh memories from dust off the past.

The year 2015
It was a casual summer afternoon.
One could feel the usual hustle-bustle at the Mumbai Central Station.
Hugs and kisses with good wishes were obvious sights.
Making her way through the chaotic crowd,
Sia wheeled her luggage to the train coach.
There sat a man in military dress,
Sameer’s dignity and poise were hard to miss.

The Meeting
Some meetings are destined,
Some paths had to coincide,
Sia’s alluring aura oozes calmness,
Sameer’s pleasing personality caught everyone’s eye,
This train journey will write a new story in their life.

The Journey Begins
In such a mesmerizing way a train journey can unite people from different walks of life,
For a short duration, our fate brings us together and strangely you will never cross that path again in life.
As the train set, it’s pace,
Small chit-chat among the passengers begins.

First Conversation
Since childhood border forces have always fascinated Sia,
With that admiration, she strikes the very first conversation.
Sia – Thank you sir for your selfless service to the nation.

Sameer was surprised, he has never heard something like that.

Sameer – Miss, each of us has some duty towards our nation and I feel privileged that I can serve my country.
Sia – But only a few fulfill their duties while the others are too engrossed with their own lives.

Sameer was quite impressed with Sia’s reply.

Sameer – What is your duty as an individual?
Sia – Duty is quite a subjective term…
And the conversation went on and on for an hour. None of them realized that they had met for the first time.
Sia asked Sameer about his posting and his battalion.
Sameer asked Sia about her college and education.
Finally, the conversation came to a halt.

The Book
Have you ever imagined how a book can bring two people together??

Passengers were opening their berth and heading to bed. Sameer saw Sia was engaged with a novel. He himself was a book lover. The moment he saw Sia close the book, he requested her:
Sameer – Can I borrow your book?
Sia – Of course
Sameer – Thanks and Good Night
Sia – Good night!

The next morning
Sia was so excited, few more hours and she will be home. But suddenly she realized Sameer has left. What about her book? The one she got as birthday present! She extensively searched his seat but it came to her as a shock, Sameer had forgotten to return the book.

                                                                                                               To be Continued………

I am Beautiful

Hi Charming, it’s time to fall in love,

With the one you have failed to admire,

With the one whose shadow refuses to leave your side,

It’s time to fall in love with thyself.

Before seeking that appreciation, Learn to respect your own self,

Get comfortable with your skin,

You know your worthiness,

Then why do you let their notions cast that effect,

Why constantly look for that approval,

Stop relaying on their perspective.

Embrace your insecurities and fears,

Love your candid self with all healed and healing scars,

Just remember life is an artisan and you are it’s elegant art,

You are gorgeous,

Your giggles are contagious,

The next time you face an obscene remark, Smile your most seductive smile and say, “Ohh My Darling! Thank you for making me remind, I am Beautiful.”