मेरी जीवन यात्रा के दृश्य मेरी आँखो से मेरी शब्दों में... My life experiences in my words...

It was a pleasant afternoon with the comforting warmth in the breeze. Clouds were enveloping the sun just enough to make you feel awesome. I was just cruising on the bike on medium pace towards my workplace. The green trees covering on both sides of road, the planted fields with vegetables on one side and scent of marigold flowers with the warm breeze from the other side was just adding to my pleasant mood and comfort. Like the other days there were also butterflies flying around in their own way to celebrate the moment which i usually find on my way to office. These butterflies the greenery around makes me feel pleasant and connected to nature. But that day, I got in the path of freely and happily flying butterfly. I felt a small pinch like blow as it got hit just below my right shoulder. I thought it should have been dragged away by the blowing wind around as the bike cruising further ahead. In the very next moment, I released my left hand from the handle to caress. With surprise I

Have you ever thought of Soul, or conscious energy, I would prefer calling soul, as a catalyst!! For those of you who don't know what a catalyst is, a catalyst is a substance that helps a chemical reaction to happen without which it wouldn't have been possible, as we study in our chemistry classes. So yea I am going to tell why and how this strange thought came to my head. I was getting ready to go to office and just finished my bath. After I changed, sat down to fold my hands to my guru to complete my daily prayer. A thought appeared, whatever we speak is just sound energy. My think tank started, energy is something, which we all know, can neither be created nor be destroyed, can only be converted from one form to other. I am just being overwhelmed these days with all the most common experiences which has been there all the time and at this point I was just being overwhelmed by the feeling that I have the ability of speech, converting my muscular energy to sound energy. As my

Tears rolls down from eyes like you prick a big balloon with the smallest needle but something inside don’t want to let it out, abdomen muscles squeeze, feels like a hole being put in the chest, a sensation runs through the veins as if it's turning dry, can’t even feel the strength to stand on my two feet; all of this while trying to compose myself not to break the promise once made that I won’t cry.. I want to burst at top of my voice but I don’t..  Don’t know what is keeping me alive wishing each single day to get struck by a lightning to end this merciless pain once and for all.. I can’t kill myself, that is coward and selfish. I am not that brave either way I can’t kill myself. Yes, I have changed a lot in past few years. I have learnt to block my emotions and be reasonable. I didn’t wanted to but it happened naturally. I guess when you can’t let your emotions out that is natural. I tried to express my feelings to the most closest person by blood or otherwise I have ever fel

It was a usual night after work; he changed, lay on his bed and switched on his computer. The room was lighted with a florescent medium white bulb glowing on the top. The bed was arranged in the side of his worship place. Lost in the digital world, while thinking of love and god, he finished some pending promises to himself as a token of help to his friends. Finally flipping through the pages of novel and a nostalgic romantic song playing in the background, he tries to get to his sleep to catch up the same usual work at office for the next day. As he enveloped himself with blanket, phone rings for just one moment and it stops. Surprised, thinking that his phone hardly rings in a day except for his family routine calls, who would be calling this late that too at 2:07 AM. Before he picked up the phone, a hope came a struck him. May be, she has not completely forgotten him yet. He checks the number, an unknown number from some other country. He doesn’t know the code, tries to find th