Meghan

Another pebble into the river. A new melancholic thought popped in my mind with each drenched pebble.The calm, clear, shimmering, rejuvenating water of the river. The cool breeze blowing my left- open hair. The birds singing melodiously. And amidst all this pleasance, lying is the bewildered, broken and burning heart of mine. An antonymous pair . Tears are falling out from my eyes and moistening my cheeks. It's not that I'm not in my senses. I am. I can feel whatever is happening to me. I am hurt and upset. I have heaps of questions in my mind. "What did I do to deserve a slap from him? Why doesn't he ever understand? I'm old enough to take my own decisions. Had it been my brother, would he have reacted in the same way? No. A sure-short ,No. I won't take it anymore. I want to clear it now itself." Wiping off the water from my eyes, I get up. Yes, I'd say water and not tears because tears are valuable. What's coming out from my eyes ri...

My love, I miss you. I miss your being with me in my harsh times. I miss your efforts to make me smile. I miss how you could never see me hungry. I miss how you used to wait for me at home, patiently. I miss your appearance, your look. I miss how gorgeous you used to look in every party. And how you were the one who captured the most attention. I miss how you were there with me when my family left me alone, at home. I miss everything. Everything was perfect. We were perfect. We were so damn close to each other that people used to call us synonyms of each other. They used to tease me with your name. And all I could do then was blush. But then, you left. . . Things got changed. Now, wherever I go, incompleteness fills me. Every party, every occasion, every moment feels dull and empty without you. You were always the hero of every party. My family never liked our relationship. Even your existence used to irritate them. Now that you're gone, they're happy. I'm happy for th...

"Megha, are you mad?  Why do you always keep on scribbling your name everywhere?  No one's going to steal your things if you don't write your name on it." I'm used to hear these words now.  But I'm helpless.   I love my name.  Everyone does.   But I am one of those people who are profoundly obsessed with their names.   What's wrong in it?  Everyone breathing on this earth has an obsession, right?  So do I.  I love writing my name in innumerable ways and styles and colours. You can find my name written on the last page of every notebook. Sometimes, on each of them. Depends. If I'm solving mathematical problems, you can find a lot more on my notebook.  Maybe doraemon with his doracakes or a scenery or sketch of the person sitting right in front of me. Yeah, it happens.  It's not my fault.  It's not intentionally or knowingly that I do this.  It's kind of a reflex action.  My obsession is not only confined up t...

Have you ever just stood in front of the mirror and looked at your face closely and appreciated the existence of your EYES? EYES!! Those tiny windows which open up this wide- wide world to you. The most important feature of a human body. The best assets of our body. In scientific terms,' EYES are the organs of vision which detect light and convert it into electro-chemical impulses in neurons.' But, to me, EYES are much more than this: EYES speak. Eyes contain much in them. Different eyes speak different languages. EYES possess a distinct vocabulary, an amazing language to learn. We can read diverse thoughts and stories in various EYES. In a father's eyes, we can notice love, sense of responsibility, care , concern and his wishes and aspirations which are usually given the least priority. In a mother's eyes, we can find unconditional and limitless love for her children, never-ending search  her children's happiness, a desire of being loved and resp...

Akshat,how did this happen? For god's sake ,will you please break this silence and utter something? AM I ASKING YOU SOMETHING?" , Paarth yells with tears in his eyes. Akshat burst into tears."She'll die,uncle.Please save her." Paarth hugged him and assured him that he'll not let his mother die. He will not let his only sister die. Everyone in the room is filled with grief and melancholy. Chaos and screaming and tears everywhere while she's sleeping. Mansi is sleeping unaware of the whole world. Kanan, her daughter, is standing in front of Lord Krishna's statue sobbing helplessly and praying to Him to rescue her mother who is fighting the toughest battle of her life. Samar , elder brother of Akshat and Mansi's eldest son, is completely unaffected, detached and unconcerned about every other person in the hospital. He is showing no interest in any activity and is utterly soulless but there is something about his red,tired eyes as if he...

There is always 'someone' in your life whom you can connect with so easily .  That 'someone' may be any one. He/She can be your friend, your sibling, your mother, your father, your grandparents or anyone. Someone who can make you realize that you aren't special just because of your beauty, intelligence, wealth, wisdom or any other trait but because of the purpose you served in his/her life, because of the way you filled the void of his/her life, because of your being important to him/her and because you aren't merely living here on this earth.  You have made a place for yourself in this wide - wide world. That 'someone' who is right now in your mind can make you feel that this world needs you. This person is: Someone who can gift you sweetness without chocolates. Someone who can give you comfort without those spongy , fluffy beds and sofas.  Someone who can provide you coolness and relief without an air-conditioned room. Someone ...

Dedicated to my friends :)  Hey You! I want to confess something. There are times when I don't agree with you. There are times when I don't understand what you are saying. There are times when I know you are wrong but still lend you my ear. There are times when I know you are not paying attention or heed to my words but I still speak like a fool. There are times when I don't want to end the conversation but I lack words and matter. There are times when I pretend to know everything about what you are telling but trust me, I have no idea about cricket ,fashion trends and latest models of cars,Taylor Swift's new release n many.. The reason behind all this- 'You' matter to me the most.Your voice, your smile, your explanations, the sparkle in your eyes when you talk about the thing you love the most, your being with me , your stories, your incomplete sentences, your never-ending tales are various things which are important to me above anything.  Hey You! Ye...

I often hear people out there saying that one should be real, one should not pretend anything , one should never be fake and unreal, one should always speak the truth. Truth. Always. Always? What if we really start implementing this in our lives? A little girl trying her hands on cooking for the first time and waiting desperately for her father's comments would be so depressed if her father told her the truth that she didn't cook the brownie well. She may spend her whole day in disappointment and may find all her attempts in vain.       On the other hand- if the father had been unreal and appreciated her for her efforts , her joys would have known no boundaries. She may be happy.    Think of an old man who is agitated,  frustrated and discontented with himself because he couldn't fulfill the desires of his children, couldn't provide them a luxurious life and all that he earned in his life is failure. How can we reduce his frustr...