Welcome to a New World!!

The Notice Board of St. Marks School informed that Room No 3B has been shut and that no one is allowed to enter the room. St. Marks School was one of the most famous residential schools in town. Apparently, school officials wanted the Play room to be redesigned into an auditorium taking advantage of the huge space outside the room. The work was supposed to start from the next Sunday. Reading this, the little girl Leora was unhappy. She and her friends liked playing in the room; it was their favourite pass time post school. Leora was an inquisitive, rebellious child and always wanted to do things differently. She was not happy that her favorite play room had been snatched away from her by the school officials and decided that she will steal one of the keys to the room from the Hostel Warden’s chamber. She tried convincing few of her friends to accompany her but was unsuccessful. Leora was in standard fifth then and had been in the school for a year now. She knew ways to get thing...

All I am left with are few letters When I brush through them I smile and sometimes cry And then the world beckons I wake up from my dream.

There I was, just standing there, where what I wanted to do was forbidden, thinking if the next move will change my destiny. I was confused, I wanted to run but something deep within was holding me tight. I stood there for five minutes, staring and wondering if I should make the first move but could not muster the courage and was spellbound admiring the beauty. As the clock ticked, I heard a beautiful voice, for a second it felt like music was running through my vein. It was her; she had made the first move which turned into 25 years of marriage, togetherness and friendship. That night we clicked like a firehouse and then started to meet each other every weekend. The day was not complete without a dose of Michelle over phone; we would talk with each other for hours. Very quickly in a matter of month, we were seeing each other.   Both of us liked drinking and I don’t remember a night together when I was sober. The days with Michelle felt like a dream, the only one who came clos...

The alarm was set, the alarm rang, and the eyes were moist thinking what happened in that yellow bus a few nights before. Sara sleeping beside me read my eyes and asked me curiously, “What makes the iron man melt early in the morning”? Though initially hesitant, I took Sara back to the night which changed my world upside down. It was 11 in the night, I had got late from office and to make matters worse my car had broken down. After waiting for half an hour in incessant rain, I eventually got a bus. As I stepped towards the bus, the lightning struck and I was awestruck as the light flashed on the bus. It appeared as if a jewel box had opened, displaying shimmering light in a form of gold. The bus was full and I hardly got a place to sit. As people started to move out, on the third seat from behind, my eyes were drawn towards someone’s black leather journal. For some strange reason it appeared as if the journal was shouting, wanting me to explore. As I brushed aside pages of jour...

When I closed my eyes, I realized the hourglass was already full, the picture was moving further away and yet the memory was engraved forever. The Sara I had was a dream and will always remain a mystery for what we could not share. The first time I met her, I thought she was arrogant; knowing her later made me realize that she is actually standing alone on the opposite side of the shore. Getting to know her is like walking on an empty road where there are no bumps but each day is a discovery, sometimes heavy if not understood in its pure essence.   I experienced love finally in an unadulterated package even though it was for a very short duration. There is ambiguity in her simplicity which makes the ride with her interesting. I saw in her my eternal soul mate who is always looking for more, who looks calm and composed to the outer world but is constantly fighting a lonely battle in her head, someone who looks for simple things for pleasure and takes her decisions for that inst...