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...