The Silver Lining

She sat there pondering about where she had reached, she didn't know which way she had come, she had come a long way, carving her own rules, never did she wonder how she came this long. She wasn't sure about what she wanted, she was still separating the right from wrong, she asked herself if she was too much behind the crowd, there came no answer, so she followed her soul, but she knew for sure what she didn't want, she had her conviction and she had her faith, in everything that she took up on the way, she poured herself, without any dubiousness. She could not recognise herself, as what she was before, she had laughed, she had cried, she had her share of grief, she knew she could not hide behind her fears and failures, she had to stand tall, making up of all her mistakes. She also felt this deep sense of accomplishment when she looked back and checked her crashes, she knew she could have given up so many times, after all, it was just a matter of choice. ...

Ever seen how excited your dog gets when you come back home? You know he can never be mad at you, no matter what. You know he is there, no matter what. He is just there whether you love him or not, whether you care about his presence or not, whether you ever take him seriously or just play with him for your personal entertainment. He is just always there. Dog is love. The day I can love someone like a dog loves, I will know that I am truly in love.

It was another hot April evening when I was going back home in a Churchgate Slow. The ladies compartment in which I was travelling was noisy and entertaining, as usual. Bhelwalas, Clipwalas, etc. were trying their best to convince the “easy-to-convince gender” to purchase their stuff and fill their pockets. In a few minutes since I entered the train, there entered a young man with a boy (supposedly his younger brother). The man had a musical instrument which I had seen in Rajasthan some months back. It isn't a very popular instrument, so after taking some help from Google, I figured out that it is called ‘Ravan Hattha,’ which is a local Rajasthani string instrument.  I mentally named him ‘Ravan’, ONLY AND ONLY because that was the name of the instrument that he was carrying. It was my very obvious assumption that Ravan had entered the train to earn some money for sympathy; and not to ignore, he was sharp enough to recognize that women are storehouses of sympathy. (Why else woul...

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