Explorer

 " Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along." - Rumi  I closed the diary of quotes I kept near the window. Recently, my grandmother fell ill, she urged papa to take her to her village where she wanted to spend her last days. I took a long week off from the office. I realized I needed it.  It's serene here. It's June and rain's on its way. We have chosen a perfect time to spend in the village. People here have not realized that 6G is on its way. I hate how time is unjust to us in the city. Here it just moves slowly, like life's expectancy is longer. Maybe that's the reason she wanted to breathe in the village.  When I am not dozing on Charpai  by the window, I like to have a walk in the village. Yes, it's muddy and smelly but close to nature. It's better than the gloom in cities.  As I walked here like a tourist, I realized this was missing from life. Back in the city, I wake up, head to the office, and come back ...

  I see the world just like you do, the urge to step out is stronger than you.  Honestly, I was more cool than this, Obviously not being laughed at was bliss. One day I shut my eyes and heard you, You laughed just because I was standing behind you. I ran away and opened a book, Maybe hiding away was better than it looked. I read ideas, and words and grabbed knowledge from pages, Surprised at how a single bundle can hold a wisdom of ages. My presence in the class as a speaker was rarer, But, this naive to the world was stronger in the mirror. You had my personality set as default in mind, I knew everyone looked at me but their gaze was blind. I had moments alone staring at the rest of the world, Thoughts that I should've been a part of the herd. Soon the opinions were formed and the chase began, Societies were formed and behind the crowd, we ran. Among all these people, how can I find Solace? But the conversations started and those realities we faced. I can be an extrovert at t...

 Oh, the Valley of Lanterns, Are my dreams still floating in your rivers? No, I won't ask you to look for them, For, I still carry them along with me. But, look if they are still glowing. With the same flame, I left them with. I'm worried time passed may have it's impact, Yes, I can make other ones, But, I can't get the same feelings and words. Look if they are still glowing, With the same hope, I left them with.  All these years may have left them alone.  Yes, I can write them again, But, I can't find the same Ink. Just look at them, remind them, Someone is waiting to catch them again. 

“TICK, TICK, TICK….. I never felt such joy after seeing things coming back to life. We have seen happy years together. “It was never mine”, my uncle said before he went abroad and gave it to me. I remember, it was tied on my wrist when it rained heavily . It stopped for a while. I had to put it in the sunlight. I silently prayed for it to work again, as it was never mine. I remember when I forgot it on the playground. That realization took my breath away. I cycled back to school, I found it. I remember when on chilly winter nights, the only sound audible was “TICK, TICK, TICK…. I cleared my exams. I know I will bring fortune and build my home. It is just a matter of time. ……., the time wrapped on my wrist stopped, as it was never mine. It’s time. (he gets the watch repaired and hand it over to his little niece) I smiled while she ran to show it to her mother. I know it was never mine. I kept it safe. For a short while, I borrowed time. (A flash fiction. It's only a fragmant of my i...

I love my home, my parents are doctors, so like a clinic we mostly try to keep things neat and tidy. We even have maids to ensure the house is clean always. Well that's the second reason why I love my home.  I feel proud to say the first reason are the walls of our place. Now you might think new paint may be the reason, and now you might've realised my answer is no. I remember watching a history documentary of some royals,and like huge walls of royal beginnings, Our walls have memories too. I love how things turned from aged black and white Polaroids to colored and bright nows. Among our history of healers in the family, there's an isolated story which I love. My father once told this to me one night when I couldn't sleep.  "We had a pianist in our family . Your grandmother!", He said. I made a face, amazed, she was a nurse. He smiled.  " She faced a lot as a child. Her father didn't facilitate her family enough. In order to support the family she bec...

"I think she is a witch". "How can you be so sure?" "She got divorced and she is living alone. Rumors are she killed her husband and planned a theory" Two friends conversation was interrupted by their mothers. "It's going to be dark soon, enough play for today." She never got outside her house except for work and necessity to live, neither did anyone got inside her world. She knew the talk, she knew what it is going to be like when she said no to that final marriage proposal. She still is struggling with her decision but decision was hers. The two story home she brought never got celebrated like she wanted, she felt homeless to the world. Those who whisper behind her back, those steps who never crossed the boundary of the doormat, they will never know. Rooms filled with memories of all the places she's been to, a pretty collection of gifts she kept, that LED she brought to enjoy theatre at home.  Rumors lock the truth in such special stor...