"This was it! "
"May be this was it !! The last time.. You need to stop thinking about it....", a tiny voice inside her was trying to make a point. Nishtha always found a true guide in her inner-voices. The ones she would always refer to in moments of distress. Her love was away from her most of the time, so she had this habit of taking a solitary walk to the park, whenever she missed him the most. There, she could always feel his love in the warmth of the sun-light amidst the silence !! But was the last she took this solitary walk,as she had made up her mind, she wasn't going to wait for him any more. She knew he was not coming back. She had no complains, she had to let him go. She accepted the fact he wasn't just her love, he was a national hero, a martyr !! Her love for him still knew no bounds, but she had made up her mind now !! This was the last time !!
Dhruv Shah
A sweet Dilemma
There was peace, calmness all around but inside Preeti was in a vortex of thoughts. For the life she wanted for herself was just a signature far. Accept the offer letter, the one that will take her to a completely new world, to the concrete jungle and the two faced people. What will I gain and what will I lost?, she thought. The first half of her said u will lose, sitting in the nature's lap on grass like a soft woven bed with sun rays that brighten you, the breeze which tickles but the other half of her thought of the things she will gain, a name, new friends, reputation. It was she who had to decide. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and said to herself, "I love being here, this is where my peace lies". Peace is one of the costliest thing in the world and she was able to own it !!
Shruti Gupta
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Darkness mirroring cuteness
"Hello, Hey there, are you listening!!? I am here!! Wake up!!". After too much of shouting like this, Imam suddenly realized that the girl's mind was somewhere else... She was smiling and murmuring something. He thought that she might be recalling some old memories - happy memories. Looking at her, he thought, she was elated by the vista of years down the memory lane. He went closer and suddenly, her vision caught her red-hands. Horrified, air got caught in his larynx and what he noticed was far-fetched. Her hands were colored with blood, she was happy as she got freedom from her life's emotional baggage. She had just killed her husband and got relieved from his hounding nature and ruthless execution on her body. The way he used to molest her, with the same aggression, she cut off his hands and all other things that played a role in molesting her to burn them by herself. She looked at Imam, his only brother and asked, "Want to die!!? Ha Ha Ha".
Ketul Parikh.
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The Dawn
It was decided, they all had to leave. The last few moments forced them to be together. For one last dawn, they remained all together and god blessed them with the best dawn of their life till the date. The bidi pose he gave with the other two capturing nature in their cam, while one enjoying the depth of the nature, which matched the nature of the dawn, and one having no idea what was going on. This they said was one of the most splendid dawn and it was like life paused for a moment and it was captured.
Prathmesh Madhu.
Friends, a seven lettered word that perfectly described the five of them. Each one totally different, unique, crazy but always together. But a storm of misunderstandings took their friendship away... They parted their ways. Living away from eachother, they five got struck with the same idea. "This is it ! We got to be together."They packed their bags, drove for hours, for the cold weather and the winds that teased them. Reaching 'Dosti ka adda' was their only aim. Call it destiny but all of them were there at the same time. There was a sudden calmness. Each one of them was still in surprise. A perfect view, a new morning and a new start. The Sun took the darkness away. And the camera was all set to capture this moment, for this was the day their friendship was reborn.
Shruti Gupta.
Ironical Death
Every year they would come here, enjoy the view and return back. But every time , they felt a void, childhood memories rushed in. A vision of their friend drowning, his yell and cry to be rescued. Each year, this was a small tribute they gave to him, to be with him, to remember him. And the horrific and terrible sight would bring them back to the reality. With those watery eyes, they would see a beautiful sight in front of them. Horrific death in a scenic place. What an irony?
Hardik Meisheri
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