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Attention

We may not know till the truth comes out, how a soul suffers through all the wonderful things it could have but refuses, because it thinks that it doesn't deserve it. I am going to tell you an unusual story, but not so unusual situation. A story about a beautiful boy. He was born as the fourth child. He had pretty brown eyes, that twinkled when he smiled. But life was not so kind to him. He was just a month old when he heard his father yell at his mother, "I never wanted him. I asked you to get get rid of him when you had the chance". To which the little boys mother replied with a loud cry of agony as she was kicked on the stomach. The baby boy started to cry. Loud unbearable screams, as fear gripped his little heart. His mother did not take him in her arms. neither did his father come. He lay in his crib and cried the whole night. This boy was called, Jack. He grew up with the same innocent features he was born with. And the fights continued. The arguments never stopped

Life Through A Window

Lost in thoughts of how my day went, I sat in the back seat of the car, in the cool AC, looking out at the busy streets of Mumbai. My head was filled with random thoughts. Each fighting with the other to become the 'Thought of the Moment'. I passed many houses. Some small, with little paint or decoration. Others large, with huge gates as if to protect them from large predators. The humid weather of Mumbai mixed with the thick fragrant smell of the car perfume, numbed my mind. I passed many tall apartment buildings. Most of them look so old that they remind me of ghosts lurking around in broad day light. As I looked at these almost dilapidated buildings, I noticed the small windows that were etched into the sides of these buildings. The traffic picked up and our car stopped in front of one such building. Since I had nothing better to do, and since the thoughts in my head were picking up pace, I decided not to listen to them. Instead I looked aimlessly into the windows. As I gla

Enchanted

Enchanted Forest Swirling black dress Shimmering skies Soft white light Moon gleems in glee The brown eyed maiden Knotted hair flowing Like a river cascading Twirling like a disc Sweet fragrant air Caressing her face Deep Crimson, wild Flowers etched in the dark Soft feet, soft step Whispers heard in the void Shinning stars on the satin black of the dress. Images come, Images fade. Eyes closed I become that girl Wild, free and on her own.