I cried

I cried when I left my parents to go back to school.I cried when I came back to stay with them after school.I cried when I watched the final season of FRIENDS.I cried when the batsman got out at his 99th run.
I cried when I passed my math board exams.I cried when the rain started pouring on a bright sunny day.I cried when my sister was the doing the lead role in her play(she is 11yrs old by the way).I cried when Dravid got married.
I cried when I left school.I cried when I got frustrated during hockey.I cried when I saw a small child beg.I cried for the old lady in Titanic.

A dreadful night

"Was that a knock at the door?" Tom said, "It is far too late for visitors".He got up from his chair and walked towards the door. It was a starry night and he could feel the cold gentle breeze through the window. Before he could reach the door,he stoped for a while. He stretched out his hand to turn off the light and peeped through the window to see if anyone was at the door. But to his surprise he couldn't trace a single person out."Well! did you hear aknock at the door; just a few seconds ago?" he asked his mother.His mother had woken up by then,as if she had been alarmed by a fearful dream.Suddenly they could hear a frail cry followed by the howling of stray dogs.His heart beat increased and he looked at his mother.He could read in her eyes the painful memory of a dreadful night.
Life was so beautiful and colourful when they were in the beautiful valley of Kasmir along with his father Captain Sharma. It was the eve of Independenceday.Captain was so busy attending phone calls and giving instructions to his subjects.The clock struck 12.30Pm and the whole family had gone to bed,hoping to wake up to meet the dawn of Independenceday.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Mrs Sharma felt that something unusual was going to happen.meanwhile Captain had already reached the door to open it.Mrs Sharma raised her voice to stop him but before she could utter a word her husband was shot dead.Ah....! she cried loudly.Then mom whats up? her son shook her inorder to bring her into awareness."There is someone at the door.They have come to kill us",she mumbled.Suddenly they both heard the gentle knock at the door.He put on his coat and took the revolver in his hand and approached the door trembling.He fixed his pistol pointing towards his enemy and gathering all his courage , he opened the door. There was his little puppy shivering in the cold breeze . As soon as the door was opened it ran inside.The mother and the son followed the puppy and the clock struck , it was 1.00 am, reminding them once again the painful memory of a dreadful night.
Sr.Bindu

Tiny bird

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Tiny bird

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Time!!!

Time who ever thought this little 4 letter word would mean so much to some laymen....it is time that we fight against to cram in as much as we can do in a day hoping that by some miracle we could extend the twenty four hours to twenty six!!!!Time something we cling on to for dear life especially when it means sayng goodbye to someone you love the most we fight against it just to hold on to that someone who means so much to us..to share that last plate of chat,to have the one last evening together,to sit and just giggle about everything and nothing....to share those 12 years of friendship a little longer knowing fully well that the next morning this someone is going to be leaving early next morning and you don't know when your going to see them next.You then wish that you could freeze those moments of joy, sorrow stupidity whatever it is thats kept you guys together for this long!I guess its only then we realize how much we're actually gonna miss this person who we've taken for granted for so long not only cause you guys were neighbours but also because of growing up together and counting on each other for everything....Lying for each other, covering up with the most absurd explanation to each others parents,sharing clothes Sigh!!!!!!!!!!If only letting go was as easy as getting attached......all i can say is why??? why cant we stay the same age,why can't things not change,why can't time just stop itself by some exceptional miracle???????WHY?

Aradhana

my feelings

My feelings
This morning birds are singing their wake up song.The air before my eyes seems to vibrate with their music.All things are becoming fresh and new.As I look within me this morning , I cannot fully join in the bird's song or the earths joy.My heart feels like the parched earth must have felt during the past months.There is a deep longing within me, filling me , a longing I can recognize but have difficulty naming.As I sit , the words of a hymn come to me and I sing them softly.
My soul long for you Lord
Like desert thirst for rain
It is your face I long for
You alone are life to me.
As I sing, I let the longing stir within me. I am present to the longing,letting it fill me and allowing it to reaveal itself to me in its own time.
Sr.Bindu