And It Rained Heavily

That was the day she knew it was a new beginning. The day, she learnt the lesson which she refused to learn before or perhaps couldn’t learn. The day she took the step forward, the day she grew up.

        “You cannot!”             “You haven’t got it in you”                 “You are just a pity little thing”                              “You will stay this forever”            “You should settle down for whatever you get”                               “Stop bluffing”              “You will never be heard”              “You will be gone unnoticed”                      “Who are you? No one!”               “”You are nothing!”

The thoughts were racing in her mind. She knew what she wanted to do, but somehow the voices of those people out there couldn’t stop ringing in her ears. The words, the self-doubt, the thrashing by her own people consumed her soul. A beautiful, free butterfly was crushed before she could flutter her wings and take her first flight to sour high.

The day was exceptionally blustery, there was unusual eerie in the alleys of the city; something sinister in the aura. The shady, gloomy clouds had overcast the blazing Sun. The rumbling of dry leaves, sticks and twigs filled the hush of the empty streets. The sudden lightening that shone upon her face and the thunder that followed, diverted her thoughts to the emptiness she lived with. The voices were silenced, but the bruises prevailed on the soul, the mind.

“I don’t know where am I going, what am I doing and I have no hopes for the best of outcome. Why am I doing this? For coming to nothing? To succumb to the death of aspirations?”

The voices yelling at her didn’t answer back. The emptiness remained mum; she knew nothing is going to help her. She wanted to talk it out to someone, anyone. But whom? Who could understand her? Who could light the path of her journey? When she looked around all she saw was the crooked intentions of selfishness and greed to fulfil their desire over others. The dingy room of already suffering souls, how could she ask to what is nearly lost?

She unlocked the creaky door and looked outside; gloomy and dark. Her eyes were searching for something that would be never found. She kept a straight face and stepped forward towards the porch and leaned on the pillars, folding her arms she was lost in the mist of her future. The dusty winds went past her; she kept looking at the endless horizon.

A tiny droplet fell on her, she smirked. She looked up to swirling dark clouds, to the lightening followed by a thunder, how it resembled her state of mind. How the clouds couldn’t take it anymore, couldn’t hold the weight of its own heaviness. That droplet was just the beginning of the outrage to throw away the entire load that has been within. The mess that had been created stormed inside her, too. She wanted her way out, but how? She smiled smugly at herself and her life. The pit was the result of her choices and deeds.

She stretched her arm forward to catch few more droplets. The sky poured down the burden it carried for so long. She saw the pieces of her own misery in the raindrops. With a thunder, it struck her; she had to let go to gain the power of freedom.

“I don’t know where I will reach, but I will keep on moving.”

And then it rained heavily whole night…


What is Love?

When I wrote last post, I had this thought in my mind, “What exactly is love?” I may not be able to express my thoughts well, but, I will try my best to convey my thoughts created by my highly confused brain. Enjoy this short story and do let me know about your thoughts on what exactly is love?


The immortal part of the mortal being met its Creator. He somewhat looked bewildered. There were thoughts running in his mind; questions that needed answer. 

“What is it that you’re so puzzled about?” asked the Creator without looking towards him. He was, apparently, busy with his tools that had created million mortal vessels which carried the immortals.

“I just came back from the land of mortals. The time I spend there, the memories I have, the experiences, the trials and ordeals have left a deep impression on my mind.”

“And the impression ignited a fire of muddle.”

“Well, yes. May I ask you something?”

“Ask away.” said the Creator, still busy with his tools. 

“What is love? Down there, in the land of mortals, I saw chaos. Everyone had their own perception about love. They say ‘it is the most beautiful feeling’. Yet, I saw souls crying with the deep bruise in their heart. They say ‘love happens when you meet your soul mate’. Though, I saw that the purest form of the love in the eyes of a person who nurtures. They say ‘it is when someone cares for you’. But, I saw that some who took care, they… they were left when they were not needed anymore. They say ‘love is when someone truly understands you’. I saw people turning their back to the one who never left them. They say ‘love happens at first sight’. Why did they leave the one when he/she was no longer what they saw at first sight? They say ‘love is blind’. Why do they see the status and origin of a being to fall in love? They say ‘it only happens once.’ But, I have seen them saying, “I have fallen for you” to ten different persons. There were many other happenings, which contradicted with what they said is love. Dear Creator, please, enlighten me.”

The Creator simply smiled. The glow on his face signified something that the immortal failed to understand. While the immortal preached, the Creator created a living being made up of the crystal dust. Her large charming eyes twinkled, her waist length beautiful hair reminded of beach waves, the perfect curves and the elegant, mesmerizing look gave immense delight to the viewer.

He showed her to the immortal and asked, “What do you think of her?”

“Beautiful.”, said the immortal.

“And now?” asked the Creator, cutting the hair short, giving a ragged look. He turned the curves in to a skinny frame and the charm in the eyes was replaced with dullness.

“Lord! Why did you destroy a perfectly fine being?” asked the shocked, somewhat annoyed immortal.

“She, still, seems perfectly fine being to me.”

“How, the mesmerizing charm she had is no longer there.”

“Look carefully.”

The immortal took a meticulous glance at her. He noticed a radiant glister in her chest. The flare brought a sudden lightness and delight in him. 

“My Lord, what is that shine?”

“The shine is the cure of your curiosity.”

He grinned and left the place, while the Creator tested his artistic skills; playing with his tools. He had got his answer. Love is, indeed, a voyage. A voyage of discovering and cherishing what remains inside and never dies.

P.S. – I literally googled this question ‘what is love?’ before writing this post. And I read zero articles because going by the titles; it only confused me even more. God! Yes, God, I am talking to you. Why am I so weird? What kind of material did you use to make me? How does the philosophical thinking part of my brain works? Where’s the user manual? Can you please send it? I am very much in need of it.


I wrote this short story for a creative writing competition in my college. This is the edited, elaborated version of the original. Enjoy!

The first sunlight, marking the beginning of the day, reflected upon the flowing river. The chirping of the birds filled the silence with their melody. The sky turned light yellow-reddish in color, a new day, a new beginning.

Grace sat on a rock, lost in her deep thoughts. Unaware of the silent figure that stood behind her, she kept looking absent-mindedly towards the horizons. The tap on her shoulder brought her back to senses.

“Hi, what are you thinking?” asked Sophia, the only known person in the city of strangers.

“I like it here, nice and silent, away from city’s clamor and rush. It’s good to be here. Perfect refreshment for the weekend.” said Sophia sitting beside Grace.

“I want to go back. I will be going back.” said Grace without any expression on her face. She kept looking in the same direction.

“What?? Why?”

“It is a well thought out decision, Sophi. I want to go back. I don’t belong here. The countryside is where my destiny is. I have a family to support, they need me.” Grace’s eyes reflected the rejections, struggles and pain of three years. She had enough of it.

Sophia was taken back. She was very well aware of Grace’s trials and tribulation. But she never knew, the girl, whom she has known since childhood, changed drastically.

“Grace! Comeback! You’re not supposed to go there!” cried Sophia on top of her voice. But did Grace listen? Of course not, she went ahead, paying no heed to what Sophia was saying. “Just a minute!” said Grace, being playful. She climbed the cliff and reached the top. “See, I told you it was worth it!” Plucking the rare white roses, she smiled with huge satisfaction on her face. “You’re a strong and determined person. Stay the same.” said Sophia, lending a hand to Grace, helping her come down.

“But it has been your dream since forever. You fought with your parents for this, left everything behind, struggled all these years only to give up? Grace, you can’t do this.”

“I can’t go on struggling only to see failure in the end. Anyways, I’ve decided. I can’t stay where I don’t belong. I hope, being a good friend, you will understand.”

“Grace… “. Something on Grace’s face made Sophia silent. What could have she said? Grace was adamant on her decision. The stubborn Grace who was firm to make her dream – to be the enlightening singer for the lost souls in the dark woods, a reality, today, was firm to let that dream go away. There’s a limit to which a person can take rejections, isn’t it?

Tired Grace entered the room. Without saying anything, she laid on the bed, her face buried on the pillow. “What happened?”, asked Sophia while coming from the kitchen. “Nothing new, I had a call from Music Academy that I didn’t make it to the list second time either. Rejection letters are piling on the doormat. No one even wants to take me in. And today, the cafe owner said that because of me, the sales have gone down and now they don’t want me.” Grace cried uncontrollably. Sophia caress her hair, “You will be fine. Soon, you will make it happen.”

“Grace, listen. Do you really want to be any other commercial singer?”

“What do you mean?”

Holding Grace’s hand firmly, Sophia continued, “Everyone has a different path, a different journey. Also, they all have a unique purpose for which they are living. Some have it easy, some don’t. But does that mean those who couldn’t make it till now, would not make it with little more efforts? You don’t need a huge stage and large audience to spread your gleam. Embark on the journey, spread the light, and slowly and steadily you will make it, because I’ve seen it in you. You have all the talent, will power, strong determination to grow bigger and better in life.”

There was a sudden shine on Grace’s face. Her eyes illuminated like never before. The shine and the glow screamed what Grace didn’t say, she was ready to undertake the journey of spreading happiness and inspiration through her voice.




We all face hardships during our journeys, don’t we? We compare our days with the glorious victories of others, forgetting that they too had faced these hardships before reaching where they are today. Amitabh Bachchan was rejected by All India Radio for his heavy voice. In his early days, Rajinikanth was a bus conductor. Tom Cruise was a dyslexic child. Shah Rukh Khan had to borrow Rs. 20 everyday from his friend to travel to film city. Oprah Winfrey was molested during her childhood and early teens. Look, where they have made today. Miracles happen every day. You just have to believe in yourself and keep trying each and every day of your life. Because yes! you are destined to create miracles.

The Other Side Of the Coin

There was a little girl. She was innocent, unaware of the world around her. When she came in this world, she was pampered a lot by everyone who met her. She was the apple of everyone’s eye, the center of attention. As she grew up, people got along with their day-to-day life, taking little notice of that girl.

They did take notice, when they saw a change in her. The shy, little innocent girl was no longer the same. She was harsh, rough and rude in her manners and articulation. As the puberty hit her, the temper problem grew intensely. People often called her hot head, cruel and ruthless. The girl did little to change. Some stayed with her, ignoring her fury for she was still an angel from within. Some went away but left their words for her, “Live with your ego problem”, “It is because of YOUR rude behavior and anger”, “I can’t be with you anymore”.

Still, the rage kept growing in her. She hurt people more and more. The words out of her mouth felt like fireballs. She acted weird, anyone would call her insane. The people scolded, chided her and told her to behave. She never got along with anyone. She had an issue or other with everyone. Even the closest friends, family member blamed her. Why wouldn’t they? Who likes a brutal, mentally ill person?

Even when she talked humorously, it felt offensive. She spoke her mind, it created more chaos. The girl became a mess. No one was close to her. She was just a bad person, everyone distanced themselves from her. Who wants to be with a rude person? She never changed. But one day, the girl was gone. No one cried, no one lamented. The only memories they had of her was how she was as a toddler and how she grew up to be ruthless, arrogant and aggressive person. But the last lines she wrote made them to stop and think, “Whose fault was it, exactly?”

What was the other side of the coin?

She was what people would call, skinny. People made fun of her, they passed comments, ignorant of the fact how deeply it affected her. She never answered back. Took all the dirt on her face with a smile; carrying the heavy weight in her heart. There were times when some of them would hate her, the reason for hatred she never knew. May be there’s something in her face that made people hate her, she thought in her alone time. The hatred, physical abuse, mockery, humiliation – all of it she carried within her. The thoughts and memories never shared with anyone. 

Those who were very dear to her said that they felt awkward because how she was. “You need to change yourself. The way you’re, is not desirable.” “You should probably work on yourself.” “If a hurricane came, you would be the first to fly away.” Match-stick, pole, stick, skeleton were her nicknames. All of it killed the confident, strong and innocent girl. A dull, scared, self conscious girl took her place.

“Can no one love me for how I am?” she often asked herself. 

The heavy weight grew so much; she could no longer take it. There had to be a way to throw everything out. Oblivious of the fact, she became violent. The negative she carried, how could have it created something positive? Now, it was not just her structure, but also her manners the reason for further humiliation. She was unaware of the reasons for her condition. “Why am I like this? How did I become this person?” she questioned herself.

She didn’t know the difference between joke, truth and rude. For when she made jokes and told truth she was termed rude, but when people did the same with her, they were being funny and helpful. “What is this ordeal”, cried the girl alone on her bed.

She fought with herself everyday (a fight no one was aware of) to be better, but of no use. When she was being rude, she had no clue. She longed for affection, but negligence and unpleasant experiences were her comrades. The hate comments and lacking love, care and support served her no good. A day came when she couldn’t take it anymore, ended her life with last lines scribbled on the walls. 

“Love people for what they are from within, not for how they are outside.”




Everyone on this beautiful planet is fighting their own struggles; struggles that no one is aware of. The least we can do is show some affection and love to them. The hatred never helped anyone, it has destructed the most elegant and magnificent souls. The souls lost and never remembered. Never bully anyone for how they are, what they are, how they carry themselves and what they do. At last, I would like to quote one of my favorite songs by legendary singer – Michael Jackson.

“Heal the world

Make it a better place

For you and for me

And the entire human race

There are people dying

And if you care enough

For living

Make a better place

For you and me…”