The fence I weaved to keep a distance from you, got flourished in the hatred warmth. The bushes smelled of venom Many of the ivies pricking my body all over. Ignoring the laws of love, myself got stuck in its thorns. @aishu24
He was just 15years old when his father died. The eldest son of the family. Father was their only source of income. All he was left with, was his two younger brothers, sister and widow mother. All the family wealth was already sold off to fight daily necessities. An additional guest to be entertained was LOAN. It was his time for board exams. No food to eat, no proper place to study, no money, no lights. They studied under the street lights. He stayed in a room that filled with water. Many times it used to get damp. He just placed newspapers on it and slept. But he was a super intelligent child who knew his intelligence could end their sufferings. He studied really hard. At a times they slept without food. So they visited the chai wala(tea stall) nearby, many times a day. Tea killed their hunger for some time. Sometimes the chai wala used to offer them some puffs (kurmura) to chew on and that used to be their only food for the day. He again returned home and drowned himself in books.
Outstanding efforts gave unbelievably outstanding results. He ranked first in the board exam. A gold medalist in maths and some other subject! He was offered open admission in any college all over India. IIT ,was new those days and they invited him. But he wanted to be an engineer. But no money to pay fees. Also, the family was his responsibility. He opted science. Took a decision to sell off his home to repay a part of loan and shifted to Mumbai.
They took shelter below a tree near the fort in that locality. The family had to spend 2 days there until they could locate their uncle's home. As soon as they shifted to their uncle's place. He started searching for a job. That was now a basic necessity. He helped in a factory that made iron utensils. Days went by and he graduated. Bsc with distinction. He managed to own a small extention to the chawl in his salary. Days went by. He married to an equally talented lady who converted the tiny place into home. And they lived happily every after. ....
Even today in his old age, he never complains that he is hungry. He never told this story to anyone. Not even to his wife. But truth is like sun. It cannot hide. ....
Hunger is a demon that can drag you to the unhealthy paths of life. But a wise and hardworking person can defeat it without taking the ill paths and shine brightly like a sun! ... Eclipse is temperory. You are born to shine : like any tiny star in the sky, because every star has its own storyof success.
You are so beautiful, it makes me smile. The kind of smile I don't usually witness on my face, the kind of smile I don't get to see nowadays. The raw and real ones - where I don't care if my teeth are perfectly aligned as suggested by one of my father's friends who happens to be a dentist or if my lips are buttery soft, well exfoliated with that expensive lavender lip scrub I impulsively bought on that random YouTuber's recommendation. The genuine and gentle ones - where I don't even realise I'm smiling until I feel the joy spreading into my cheeks and gently painting them with cherry red blush making me a more beautiful version of myself. That's the kind of beauty you possess, one sight of yours and the whole world turns beautiful. Very soon though, your infectious beauty seeps into the slightly cracked dam of my eyes and a few drops become too eager to provide warmth to my cold lips. You are so beautiful, I wanna cry.
You are so beautiful, I wanna cry. Not the silent sobbing which has become an important part of my nighttime skincare routine; not the tears that are instantly wiped off the moment they attain freedom from the golden cage of suppressed emotions, proudly passed from one generation to another in our society. The episodes of crying during which I can literally feel my heart shattering into a million pieces on the slippery bathroom floor, as I try my best not to hurt my bare feet with those sharp shards and after which I feel my shoulders relaxing from an invisible load, as if making my lifespan longer by a few fleeting moments. You are so beautiful, it makes me live.
You are so beautiful, it makes me live. Not the surviving I have managed in the twenty monotonous monsoons of my life, not the overrated remaining alive everyone tells me I should be grateful for. The kind of living I experience in my dreamland, with you by my side injecting my addicted heart with dangerous doses of your love; the kind of life I imagine my fantasies to be composed of, with you gracing my dull and drab door with your arrival and giving my meaningless life some meaning finally. That's the kind of beauty you possess, one sight of yours and my life feels complete. So complete that whatever is remaining of it seems worthless. You are so beautiful, I wanna die.
You are so beautiful I wanna die. The kind of death only the most fortunate ones are blessed with, the kind of death you pray all your life for. The cool and calming ones - where I will be able to feel my soul flying away with the most appealing angels, where I will be able to experience an unison with the almighty. The fulfilling and unforgettable ones - where everyone standing near my lifeless body will have this memory fixed in a corner of their memory, where I will be said goodbye with tears blurring everyone's vision as I leave this world smiling. You are so beautiful, it makes me smile.
There was a small little girl... Who just know how to love... Having a joyful nature , wearing the garments of happiness... Her smile was so pretty , that can wash away everyone's pain. Her eyes with dark black pupil, Force to reveal her kindness... Her heart was so pure... That could heal everyone's pain.. Then Oh lord.. Why you filled her life full of demons..?? Why you offered her intense sorrow and pain..??