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A Raving Reminiscence.

The lane is empty

Except for the kacchi kairi

Kacchi kairi strewn across on both sides.

“What is kacchi kairi?” he asks.

I turn to him, and give him an imploring look-

See for yourself.

“All I see is beaten, tattered, useless raw mangoes.”

I give him that look again.

I smile.

I keep walking, walking

On that lane which is delusory,

Empty, except for kacchi kairi.

The trees tower over us

The greenery overpowering us, shadowing us

From the clouds.

The faint drizzle seething into our veins

The pungent raw smell

Overwhelming my memories from which I have abstained.

The lane desolate, leaves scattered about,

Kacchi kairi’s standing orthodoxly, waiting

For my retrieval into the fond memories

Buried deep, somewhere inside.

And in a trance I was transported eons back

Playing- carefree-

Callous- teasing-

Happy!

The sweet sour memory of eating that kacchi kairi,

The soft tiniest bite

Sour juices flowing

Eyes barely opening

And yet I would take bite after

Bite.

That sweet-sour memory of kacchi kairi.

“So what’s new in that? You still eat kacchi kairi.”

“I know”, I sigh!

Its different I want to cry.

But I give him that smile.

It’s just not the same kacchi kairi!

“So what, now you want that same raw mangoes that you ate

As a child? Don’t you think that’s rather impractical?”

The rage that gnaws at me is minutely conquered

By the insanity that he thinks I live in.

I don’t answer.

I just give him that look,

And he gives me that look

When he thinks that I want to make him understand

Without the words,

And he thinks I don’t know that he does understand,

He just enjoys his taunts more

But I know

And he knows.

And we draw each other together,

Closer.

And we walk that deserted lane,

Where there is nothing

The lane is empty,

Except for the kacchi kairi.

Kacchi kairi strewn across on both sides.

 

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Challenge Accepted..!!

Something from a very confused and a very aggressive me.

Aesthetic Miradh

I see a girl standing erect, head high, hair open, long and roughly combed.  She has gripped her sides of the dress tightly, way too tightly. Her toes are clinching the floor, scratching it. Her hair hides the corner of her face.

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She is fair, a small mark on her right cheek, though not visible. But her fair skin is turning pink and slowly red; red with anger, red with rage.

She has a fluffy and sharp eyebrow. Just as it was suppose to be, giving her eyes a beautiful and lustrous look. Her eyes, big and wide, hazel brown in color; cute yet cunning, bold yet beautiful, shy yet audacious, talkative and yet tight lipped.

Her eyes speak a lot; tells me about her anger, about her grief. Slowly her eyes too have only one color and that is red. I see controlled tears in her eyes now.

She…

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Pleasure!

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Oh that pleasure,

Of reading;

hidden from those prying eyes.

 

PS: Ashamed only to be doing it till now 😉

Daily Prompt: Border

Something from the old me!

Aesthetic Miradh

via Daily Prompt: Border

Despite all the love in both their hearts, there was a thin border between the two, and she knew she could never cross it.

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Pros & Cons

I have a very bad habit of making lists. Want to buy a few things? There is a shopping list ready. Want to ask me a few names to start reading books? I have a very wonderful set of to read list. Every night I also prepare a to-do list for the next day! It seems fine so far, doesn’t it?

 

It gets worse, but only when I start making pros and cons list for every single thing. It is even okay so far, I guess. Rather it gets worse, extremely worse when I start making a pros and cons list even when things relating to people. I know, this sounds very, very wrong, but sometimes I really don’t know how to decide, how to judge a person and then I end up doing exactly this.

 

Very recently, clearing all my unwanted things from my shelves, (only to make more place for the new books) I found an old notebook wherein I discovered yet another discarded pros and cons list, embarrassingly, made for a person. It was almost a year back, but despite my guilt of making this in regard of a person, I am only happy that I did it. What I am not happy about is the fact that this was the first time that I was guilty about making a list for a person and I did not go with the instincts based on the list. Had I followed my usual method of balancing the pros and cons, I would have made the right decision. But I didn’t. I made a blunder. I learnt. I moved on. And yet I felt guilt then. I think I had no reason to feel that guilt, and yet I still do! I mean it’s a person I am talking about, how can I judge a person based on a few advantages and disadvantages? But again, it’s always helped me when confused, and the one time I go wilt my damned guilt, I lose the game. I act foolish.

 

Don’t know exactly what’s right from wrong, but I think the lists work well with me, only this one single time it failed me, or rather I failed it.

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Sorry, I just had to blur it, it was too personal, and yet I wanted to show how very stupid I can be, taking pens and papers and actually jotting points down as if I was studying something very seriously!! 😉

 

Go on, judge me, I am pretty sure you have already made a pros and cons list on me 😀

One Big Happy Family #5

First the warning which is very essential for the posts like this: If you are looking for heads and tails to a story, do not, I repeat do not proceed reading this post, not even as much as look at the pictures.

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You guys, Mr. A is in so much of distress. This sweet little man, is pining for his Mrs, who because of some misunderstanding has gone away from him. I feel so terrible for Mr. A that I thought I’d go and find Mrs. B myself. But I had to deal with Mr. Z first, who, in the first place has created so much of trouble in my only happy ever after.

In my absence that evil Mr. Z has put seeds of suspicion in the mind of that innocent Mrs. B and now my one big happy family is in danger. See for yourself, the place looks so empty without them. 😦

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I miss them you know.

But then one find day, I saw Mr. A crying in vain for his beloved. I could hear him singing that very song, Gumshuda, O Gumshuda.. Dekhne mein hai haseen
Rehti hai yahin kahin
Kho gayi, haan kho gayi
Woh pari, woh apsara, dilnashi, dilruba
Kho gayi, haan kho gayi

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See, my Mr. A has become a hopeless romantic just like SRK.

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I guess seeing him so heart broken, melted down Mrs. B, and she came back to their old abode one fine evening.

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But she had her own tantrums. She came back, but she wouldn’t talk to Mr. A.

That sweet and caring Mr. A and she wouldn’t talk to him.

But Mr. A wouldn’t loose hope, and he started his own pattern of wooing her again.

Somehow, he convinced her to stay with him for at least a few days. But that stubborn Mrs. B wouldn’t agree. In the end after a long argument it was decided that they would stay at the same place, but in different rooms since now, she needed her ‘own space!!’

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Of course Mr. A, the ever romantic that he is, didn’t give up. He kept calling from his above room, and sang to her the entire melody of-

Main Yahan Tu Wahan, Jindagi Hai Kahan
Tu Hi Tu Hai Sanam Dekhta Hoon Jahan
Neend Aati Nahi Yaad Jaati Nahi
Bin Tere Abb Jiya Jaaye Naa…..
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See the tears!! How could she not melt??
And yet, she remained determined in not talking to him. So my Mr. A decided to ask her out on a date, where finally, she melted. Oh what smiles it brought out on that face of my dear romantic hero.
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Oh he even played the background music 😀
Do Dil Mil Rahe Hain
Magar Chupke Chupke
Sabhko Ho Rahi Hai
Haan Sabhko Ho Rahi Hai
Khabar Chupke Chupke……..
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And he even cried that ‘Tussi ja rahe ho? Tussi na jao” wala dialogue when they were leaving.
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But the very adamant Mrs. B had to leave him, only to teach him God knows what!! So they parted ways, and after a few days, just in time when their kids were about to come home from their long vacation, they united.
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And the kids even sang the ever melodramatic- Janmon Ke Saathi Hum Saath Saath Hain for their parents……
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And my one big happy family lives happily ever after.
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I am telling you, so far as happy ending goes, this is what I have, and I am going to try and do everything to keep this so.
And I presume that by now you know how crazy and irrational I can get through my posts sometimes. So if you have come this far, I truly thank you to bear with this crazy and stupid woman, time and again.
PS: Sorry to those who wouldn’t have heard these songs and will literally be unable to make heads and tails of the story.