The Meadow

Meet me at the meadow
Where we once met
On a starry night
Over the grass still wet
You looked at me
With your shining eyes
Like you could see
My tethered spirit

Meet me at the meadow
Where you promised me
That this will
Forever be

Meet me at the meadow
Where the flowers bloom
That’s the place
Where I’ll love you.

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The Inner Voice Of A 17 Year Old

bigstock_mother_warn_her_daughter_for_b_26167676Parents have high expectations from their kids. They want them to achieve great heights. And that is one of the biggest reasons for their nagging. But they don’t understand that they unknowingly turn those high expectations in to high hurdles. They tell you to get good grades to get into a good college to earn a high-end salary job. They ask you, “What you want from life?” I don’t know what I want for dinner let alone life! When you get low grades they yell at you asking, “How are you going to be anything with these grades?” Well I will be just be a good human being and isn’t that what we all should aim for? Because all the materialistic things like money, status and power diminish to nothing and only your deeds, good and bad remain. We came with nothing and we leave with nothing except the memories of our life that our choices shaped. It is my life and I will be the one to decide what to do and what not to do with it. Even if I regret my choices later, I will deal with it because they will be my choices rather than wondering my whole life what would have been if I had done what I wanted. But it doesn’t mean I want you to neglect me completely. We all need that little push every once in a while that you provide unconditionally. But you don’t have to be a train wreck all the time. So to all the parents out there, just believe and motivate us, we will try our best and give our utmost efforts because nobody wants to be a failure. Have faith, we will do something worthwhile with our lives.

A Small Bee, A Big Commotion

bee_flying_from_pdphotoDaydreaming in class while the teacher droned on and on and my friend doodling weird shapes she called ‘cartoons’ constituted a typical day. As I was watching the birds fly away, I noticed a honey bee buzzing near by fly and sit on Adam’s leg. Adam usually an observant guy is clueless of this tiny yellow insect perched up on his leg. Sitting in the row to his left, I stare at him wide eyed. He after watching my expression whispered, “What happened?” I calmly pointed at his leg mouthing ‘bee’ not to scare him otherwise the bee might sting him. He looked at me dumbly, not understanding what I was trying to say. Now everybody’s blank face which was first staring at the blackboard are now fixed on Adam. Adam finally saw the bee and looked at me scared as hell saying, “Get it off of me!” and banged his head on the desk and closed his eyes hoping the bee would disappear. Kris, sitting beside Adam, sees the whole situation and takes it upon himself to vanquish the beast. He picked up his book slowly and steadily and then in a flash hit the bee with an echoing ‘Bam!’ but the cunning bee flew away at the right time gracefully leaving Adam in immense pain. “Aaagh! My leg.” Adam cringed holding his leg. Everybody roared in laughter even the stern teacher.

Kris ended up only hurting Adam while the bee flew out the window free and unharmed. Adam’s leg pained for two days. I know it must be scary for him but I couldn’t stop laughing. His expression that changed marvellously from completely clueless to scary movie horrifying in 10 seconds was priceless. I won’t ever forget it at least not anytime soon nor will the rest of the kids let him forget it. That bee made an insanely boring day to an insanely humorous one. Its funny how only a small bee can be the cause of such a big commotion. I guess we should never underestimate anyone based on their size. At least Adam won’t anytime soon.

My World Of Imagination

My books, my prized possessions. Those mere words that take you on an adventure far beyond your expectations. My perfect dose away from reality. Books have a charm, the power to bewitch you and engulf you into their world, a world of fantasy.

Reality is so mundane. Books are my escape from reality. Why survive in reality when you can thrive in books. Why live one life when you can live thousands. Visit all corners of the world in a day, start a revolution the next, fall in love with a vampire before and go to Hogwarts later.

Because of books I know things, I know kindness and cruelty. I know its never too late to do the right thing, I know its our choices that decide who we truly are, I know some infinities are bigger than other infinities, I know it doesn’t matter where we come from but where we go from there. Books have a way to teach you all those life lessons without you even knowing it.

I remember buying each and every one of my books. From the first Archies to The Diary of a Wimpy Kid to Twilight to Looking For Alaska to Wuthering Heights to The Great Gatsby. The happiness I felt can’t ever be measured. Each one having their own memory, their own experience. All books have their own stories some written and some unwritten. Reading is just dreaming with open eyes. My library is my life in a room. My books, my first love.

Paperbacks took my heart and never gave it back.

Books have the power to even turn muggles into wizards. Books open the door to my world, a world of imagination.

Our First Photograph

polaroid-backsOpening the box in the attic under a layer of dust. The box of lost memories where all the magic happened. All those childhood stories come rushing back. Some a little vague and some crystal clear. Every object has its own significance, its own sentiment. Some good and some bad but all life altering. From the scribbling on a paper titled ‘a scenery’ to the friendship band, every item holds a special place in my heart. Remembering all those sweet moments, I come across this old photograph of me with an embarrassed face and my best friend Kara as always smiling. I think we were in 5th grade. I remember that day very well.

It was my first day at a new school after we shifted. I was so nervous that I didn’t get much sleep the night before. I am very a shy and reserved person so its difficult for me to make friends. I don’t easily blend with new people. So when I got to school, I had a hard time finding the right class and when I did it was very awkward. Everybody started staring at me like I was an alien and I got conscious and tripped and ultimately fell to a bad day. All the kids laughed at me and made fun of me until the teacher entered. After introducing me she started teaching none other the worst subject – Maths. As she droned on and on about fractions, I felt more and more sleepy. I don’t even remember closing my eyes when i suddenly woke up by someone yelling, “Oh, look here we have another one. Someone please wake her UP !” I instantly sat up straight and with sleepy eyes saw a girl standing beside me not caring about the attention we were receiving. “I know how you are” teacher said pointing at the other girl,”but the new kid looked sincere. Both of you to the corner now!” She said pointing at a corner in front of the class. As we went there the teacher pulled out a Polaroid camera,”Now for the wall of shame.”and clicked our photograph rolling her eyes at the other girl smiling in it and put it up on the bulletin board titled ‘Wall of Shame’. Apparently all the kids sent to the corner had their photos clicked and put up there. Later when the teacher resumed teaching and we were stuck in the corner the other girl whispered,”How can other kids not sleep while she is teaching? By the way, I am Kara, and its a pleasure to meet someone normal in this school.” And we have been inseparable ever since. I met Kara on that insufferable morning who made the rest of the day bearable. Later we sneaked that photo, our first photograph together of thousands more to come.

If I had to pick a friend on that day I definitely wouldn’t have picked Kara as she and I are very different and she has a very badass personality unlike me. So I am glad that you don’t get to pick your friends because they eventually find you!

The Gift

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Strolling in the park in the summer breeze with your love , nothing beats this.The cool breeze playing with her hair and bringing back its strawberry scent , it’s just like our first date all over again.Her hand in my hand , nothing will bring me down today. Like all our problems have vanished , but Sara tells me otherwise.

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I have to tell him , sooner or later he will know , it’s better to tell him sooner , just like a band – aid , fast and steady . I know he always wanted to have kids , a weird mixture of both of us. So no bullshitting just fast and straight forward. ” Paul , I , um , I can’t become a mother , ever .” I whispered . ” What ?”  his trembling voice asked . ” I went to see the doctor and it turns out we can’t have our own weird little mixture . ” I tell him while trembling myself. Then I notice the tears streaming down his face . He hugs me . ” Oh , honey , are you okay ? I am so sorry .” Now tears start flowing down my face also . ” Its okay.We have so many other options now . We can always adopt . We have so much love to give , we will share it with a kid and make him our kid.”

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Such a great weather to be outside and knitting. Young love everywhere I see , creating their memories and growing more and more in love every second . I know eavesdropping is bad but I can’t help but hear a couple’s conversation standing few feet away. Now this is what I call love , facing all problems together and growing with them . I go towards the crying couple . ” I am sorry for listening in your conversation , here, ” and I hand them the sweater I was knitting , ” I was knitting it for my grandson , but I give it to you as a gift . I hope it will work as a lucky charm and fill your life with the sweet laughter of kids .”

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