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Hot Chocolate :

” Whether it started over a hot chocolate or it did end… I dont know.
As a spectator , i prefered to scrutinize the show from a distance.

They say love at first sight.
And i say you are right.
But what about those without that might?

He used to come to that cafeteria every sunday.
She used to prepare his hot chocolate every sunday.
No that’s not it.
His stay in that place consisted of thirty mintues of complete surrender to the grace she beheld.
Her thirty minutes went  away brething off the nervousness she wore in his presence.

What else could she have done?
She bore no reflection in the mirror to check before she faced him.
She was blind.

Not that she regreted her life.
Not that he regreted his life’s life.
Instead they prefered celebrating , every second of those thirty minutes of “One hot chocolate please!” and ” Right now sir.”  🙂
Sweet,isnt it?

No it wasnt.

And then my unfortunate destiny took me for a walk on the very road.
And then my unfortunate fate made me face the centre of attraction of the crowd.
And then my unfortunate luck made me the only witness to the end of the hot chocolate fairy tale.

He lay there. On the road. Beside him his worn out bike and a pool of blood…

And thus whether it started over a hot chocolate or did it end i dont know.

Neither does she know.

As i continue to watch ,as a spectator ,
Without making any noise,
her cup of hot chocolate every sunday,
My hot chocolate sheds off its warmth to commemorate the remains of my hot chocolaty sunday evenings. “

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Last Breath :

” Allow me to tour you through those last few minutes of your life…

When hope appears it’s toughest test,

When the tears begin to cry behind the lower lids,

When the only wish to ask would be to enroll all those kind souls , who love you , inside your resigning eyes…

When the satisfying air you had inhaled after the race,as a child, has now started being unsatisfied with your win,

When those twinkling eyes of your mom,which pulled you out through all troubles have given way to darkness,

When the palpably warm hands of your love has engulfed all the eerie cold airs in itself,

When the only work which seems
Completed is leaving forever,those eyes over you, in the dark dungeon of your memories …

And thus you breathe your last…
and thus your heart collapsed! “

Infinitely deep eyes…

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That moment :

“Have you ever faced such kind of a moment when life is on verge of serving you the worst of it’s dishes to gorge on ,
when all your wins have been lost , when the sky serves u no more than a fish net ,
when the only goal in life seems eternal rest…
And just when you are on verge of letting the disease engulf you…

That bossom friend of your calls up …

And by the end of the call…

Life would have already prepared a better dish,
the new game to win would have started,
the sky would have engrossed itself in serving freedom to the living birds
and you would have completely shed off that diseased moment from your healthy mind..

🙂 Because it’s just about letting “that moment” pass… “