Ek Joda Umeed A Pair of Hope

 

The profound connection between physical objects and emotional well-being, highlighting legacy. Read in Hindi-- https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0DGFBJT6J

A Dallas Tragedy

 

The biting Dallas night amplified the fear in Nina’s chest. Just $200$ meters separated her from James, and this desolate alleyway stood in between. She knew James was watching from the lit window of Apartment $4B$—their secret signal.

Decades of familial hostility had turned this rendezvous into an act of theft. Every shadow felt like a threat, every gust of wind the whisper of an informant. Nina pulled her coat collar higher, her heart pounding with a mixture of terror and frenzied love.

As she reached the final corner of the alley, she heard the low rumble of a nearby car engine. For a terrifying moment, her resolve faltered. Were they her brothers?

She broke into a run, driven by a desperate need for love, risking everything. $10$ steps... $5$ steps... She could see James, his face pressed against the glass.

Suddenly, a sharp shriek! Nina felt a strong grip clamp down on her arm. "Where are you going, Nina?" Her older brother's cruel, familiar voice.

The look of devastation and panic in James's eyes was a moment Nina would never forget. It was just a glance, before the darkness completely consumed her. Their $200$-meter romance, in that Dallas alley, remained forever unfinished.

The shared tear: A story

The old banyan tree in the village square was Maya’s secret keeper. Every afternoon, after school, she'd sit beneath its sprawling branches, feeling the quiet hum of the village around her. It wasn't just the sounds of laughter or the distant clanging of a blacksmith's hammer; it was something deeper, a feeling of shared breath.

One day, a harsh drought struck. The fields cracked, the well ran dry, and the vibrant laughter in the square faded into worried whispers. Maya saw her mother’s tired eyes, her father’s furrowed brow. A heavy sadness settled over the village, and it settled in Maya’s own heart too. It was as if every tear, every fear, was a drop in a giant, invisible pool that everyone drank from. She felt the collective despair as keenly as her own hunger.

Then, one evening, an elder suggested a village prayer under the banyan tree. As everyone gathered, their voices, normally individual, merged into a single, hopeful chant. Maya closed her eyes. She felt not just her own hope, but the concentrated hope of every person present. It was a warmth, a gentle pressure, a knowing that they were all wishing for the same thing, together. That night, a soft drizzle began, slowly turning into a steady rain. Maya knew it wasn't just a coincidence. It was the universe responding to their collective spirit, a testament to the powerful, unspoken connection that bound them all. The banyan tree seemed to sigh with relief, just like everyone else.

Color of Friendship

Her friend added black color in her life. Now she is happy because she knows that black is the only color of the universe.

She walked into rain

I and she were strolling on the road holding hand each other.

She- May I hold this umbrella?

I- I can hold baby.

She- No Sweet heart, you will be feeling numbness in your hand. Give me please.

I was shrugging my shoulder for her but with that, she walked into the rain and didn't look back.

Sow what you want to reap....

GOOGLE IMAGE

A mother had taught her child that the relationship between Radha and Krishna was an extramarital affair. One day, the mother questioned her child's "disgusting" actions, asking, "Did you not know how much pain I tolerated to give you life?" The mother was silenced when the child retorted, "I was the result of your sexual recreation, not solely of pain."

Is the relationship only for need?

GOOGLE IMAGE

'Papa I'm getting late, don't wanna miss the bus.', papa turned toward her daughter looking like an Almirah. 
Both the shoulders were tugging with school bag, bottle, socks and hands with lunch box, shoes, comb.
'How untidy you're looking papa?
'Come, dress up hurry'
'Papa, please call mumma.'
'Yeah I'll. We need her.'
'Only need, don't we love her?'
Papa is in silent mode, finding the difference between need and love.

How I fed in womb?

GOOGLE IMAGE

The moment, when my mother came to know about conceiving, poured immense pleasure to her. She became indolent and addicted of glee. Her amusement fed me through amniotic fluid for nine months.

Every virtual relationship has a definite end

 GOOGLE IMAGE

She started to following me. I liked her profile picture. It was a cute doll. She liked my all the status. She made some repetitive comments on few of my pictures. When I liked her comments, she send me messages immediately. 

'Hello, how are you, will you be my friend... Blah..Blah....Blah...' I had no reply so left her on the time.

Second day when I logged in, I saw she had earned more than 2000 friends. They all passed the comments, liked the status. The most irritating thing which I had noticed, she was available whole the time and we had more than hundreds of friends were common. I never replied her messeges, she stopped. Sometime she looks kiddish but varies sometimes looking like a mature character. 

Suddenly she disappeared...Last seen was increasing by the duration of time.

Today I was somewhat disturb to see her profile, the last seen was a week ago. I made an approach to one of my friends. I was shocked to know that she committed suicide. She appeared with a facebook id for her fiance, who left her after 6 months relationship. Then came in touch through facebook. After 3-4 chatting came closer to each other, started to meet and decided to make a bond of love. He promised for a traditional marriage and all the ceremony but after the completion graduation. She accepted and they both slipped the rings on others fingers. They had been in relationship for six months. 

One day she found that her fiance had been gone totally from her life. She felt badly disturbed and got depressed. She had no excuse to heal herself. Her virtual feelings were fed up. She was searching him through Google and Facebook. 

I was very unsatisfied. Every virtual relationship has a definite end.

A Letter to MOM

Mummy,

I'm brimming over with pain. There is a vacuum around me even though having a high profile status.

I'm squeezed, wanna come to you, wanna stand firmly.

Call me as a child. 

I don't wanna see the word 'busy' in my dictionary again.

I'm yours only yours.