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Venturing into Unknown

Are you afraid of unknown?

Are you afraid you’d be lost?

Have you din the comfort in the zone?

To an extent that you can’t match the cost?

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Unexpected Expected Meet

[This story has been inspired by real life people, but creative liberties have been used as well]

“Dad! Will you fill my Slam Book?”, seven-year old Pracheeti was excited about it and came running to Rahul.

“Your dad loves to fill Slam Books, don’t you Rahul?”, his wife gave him a playful laugh.

Innocent Pracheeti didn’t realize that she just took both down the memory lane. The lane which they hadn’t visited in long time, due to fast paced life they were living in the city.

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The Musketeers.

“Happy birthday!”

“Ayesha, is that you? Oh my god! It’s been what, 7 years?”, D jolted from her sleep.

“And guess who’s on the other line with me?”

“No way! Eva, am I dreaming or what? It’s like the best birthday gift”

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Lessons or Compulsions?

[All the incidents mentioned below are purely fictional and are the product of writer’s imagination.]

 

Do you also brood in office when you don’t have work?

Because I’m sitting in my 8×6 cubicle looking at my empty to-do list,

And I think to myself of the way the corporate life wheels,

The more I am free, the more the corporate engulfs in mist.

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You. A Doppleganger.

Every day, every moment, brings you closer..

to the version you’re not and don’t recognise..

With or without friends and people..

With or without life and situations..

You become your own Doppleganger.

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Perfect Chaos.

D: “You know, it isn’t easy.”, the fingers dug further in the ground.

H: “What isn’t? This, we being an escapist or realist?”, the eyes looked around.

D: “Why do we have to quit, if they don’t understand?”, the thought plumbed.

H: “When you want to do right and being questioned absurdly…”, the mind numbed.

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The one. The trip.

Beach or mountain? Decide one.

She pouted on the question.

She was a beach person, but

Occasionally she liked mountain run.

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You. Confidant.

You said you had a dream last night

I sat through the whole coffee to listen

You being the wind or the tip of the pen

Working your way up out of the prison.

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Little by Little

Little by little she cheered up,

Listening to music was her world,

The world to immerse herself in,

Words with which she will surround.

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