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Desire, dreams and decisions.

From really long time i was thinking of writing a short story but anyways sometimes its difficult for writers to get a plot but here i am. Afternoon 2:15pm at restaurant. A group of ladies talking and having fun and they all are middle aged 35-55 and suddenly Tara asked mahima - what is the matter with you? Mahima - nothing..why are you asking this? Tara -  you look sad..you are just not paying attention to our group conversation..you look lost. Mahima - nothing yrr..i am actually sad. Tara - Tell me, what happened ?? Mahima - Its my Daughter yrr.. Tara - What happened to your daughter..is she alright? Mahima - No, nothing is good between us now..i don' t know..but yrr our equation is not good anymore. Tara - will you please elaborate your problem? Mahima - Yrr Tara.. you know my husband died last year and it was his wish to see mehr married and living a happy life and i am managing our home independently alone from past one year. Now i want her to get married an...

Your second last chance

Whole family was sitting in a circle covering whole room with a boy sitting in the middle and everyone was tensed and staring at the boy. He was all quiet watching all the drama, somewhere in his heart he was feeling sad but above all he is more mature then his elders. Okay,you must be thinking why is this all drama. XII class results were out. Shiv scored 52% marks only. Everyone outside & inside family even those who were nothing in his life trying to be worried as if shiv is nothing now. Everyone is judgemental. But judging someone on their marksheet is totally the symbol of how knowledgable you are. Your life is not your 1page marksheet or 2 page resume, life is more than that. So coming back to shiv, In that room,everyone was giving their advises what to do next, he has not even cleared his entrance exams. What will he do. After his marks, he is not fulfiling up any university's eligibility criteria. What will he do next. He is all empty,some relative sa...

The pink top she trashed returned her life.

Open Wardrobe, Clothes Out, messy hair, Crying Badly.. Mom Shouting--Mehr  Mehr Mehr, Where are you? Mehr- Here Mom(wiping her tears). Beta Mehr, we are going out for some official work. Eat your Lunch timely. Mehr - Okay mumma. Locked her house from inside, she took her water bottle and then getting back to her room. Her Wardrobe was all open, she was looking at her old pink top. After 10 minutes, she was still looking at the top. She was arranging her wardrobe and I know every girl know this struggle, its quite painful. She arranged them properly only her pink top was lying on her bed. Neither she want to wear it nor she want to trash it. She took her phone, opened her gallery and then going towards her old photos. Yeah she found them. Those photos, she was wearing that top and dude Pink color looks good on her. Suddenly, she remembers her ex best friend voice akriti saying pink color looks so beautiful on you. I Love your...