#raghav

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  • raghav_pk 77w

    Kon khata hai ki sachha ishq nahi milta ...
    Maine ek bap ko muskurate hue dekha hai...
    Apni olad k lie use jute polish krte hue dekha hai...
    Or murshad ..
    Maine us hi bete ko befai krte hue dekha hai ...
    Apne budhe bap ko anath aasharam mai chodte hue dekh hai....
    Pic credit #raghav

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    ©raghav_pk

  • shrihari_nandini 88w

    ||श्रीहरि||

    #mahalakshmi #narayana #shrihari #raam #rama #ram #sita #seetha #siya #ma #pita #vishnu #madhur #sweet #very #extremely #dussehra #dashami #victory #of #good #over #evil #ayodhya #brothers #mothers #three #vatsalya #father #shri #janki #jaanki #raghav

    Happiest Dussehra!!!! ❤❤❤❤❤����������

    ShriVallabhAcharya wrote MadhurAshtakam on ShriKrishn. It had eight paragraphs describing the various attributes of Bhagwaan, but it had only one adjective that is 'Madhur' or 'Sweet' each line ending with MadhurAdhiPaterAkhilam Madhuram' meaning everything is sweet about the Lord of Sweetness.

    Just like a lover finds everything about his loved one as sweet, his speech, his voice, his gait, his smile, his hands, his feet, his eyes, his eye movements and everything, similarly did Shri VallabhAcharya wrote about our Bhagwan with whom he was in love with.

    It is veryyyyyyyyyyy sweet to hear and recite.
    In fact it is said to be the favourite hymn of Bhagwan ShriKrishna himself!
    No wonder it is a gem in itself!

    My best friend and my sister @aarsha_ns di told me to write something similar on ShriRaam. Since I do not know Sanskrit, I gave my naive attempt to write something like this in Hindi for ShriRaam Bhagwan with eight paragraphs using the adjective Madhur in each line for each of his attribute and the last line for each para being 'Akhil Madhur SiyaNaath', that is 'The Lord of Siya is entirely sweet' ��❤��

    And on this occasion of Dussehra or Vijaya Dashami, I am sharing it with everyone.
    Let's celebrate the sweetness of the King and Queen of Sweetness- ShriSeethaRaam!!!

    मधुर श्रीराघव स्तुति
    -भव्या गोगिया

    मधुर नयन, मधुर चितवन
    मधुर श्यामल सुंदर गात
    मधुर चंचल नेत्र पुण्डरीक
    अखिल मधुर सियानाथ |१|
    मधुर भुजाएँ, मधुर करपंकज
    अति मधुर धरे शर चाप
    मधुर स्वर, मधुर श्रीमुख के
    अखिल मधुर सियानाथ |२|
    मधुरतम चरणारविंद अद्वित्य
    अतिशय मधुर वक्ष विशाल
    मधुर श्रीनिवासाल्या प्रभु
    अखिल मधुर सियानाथ |३|
    मधुर लीलाएं, मधुर कलाएँ
    मधुर आनंद सुख धाम
    मधुर वरदायी युगल करचरण
    अखिल मधुर सियानाथ |४|
    मधुर चतुरभ्राता की क्रीड़ा
    मधुर वाद्य सा हास
    मधुर मतवारी चाल मतंग सी
    अखिल मधुर सियानाथ |५|
    मधुर कोशलनंदन की लीला
    मधुर वात्सालय मूरत तात
    मधुर त्रिमाता, सुत जगत्राता
    अखिल मधुर सियानाथ |६|
    मधुर जानकीवल्लभ श्रीहरि
    मधुर नवनित्य प्राचीन साथ
    मधुर प्रेम अनुपम दिव्य युगल का
    अखिल मधुर सियानाथ |७|
    मधुर भक्त वत्सल श्रीराघव
    मारुति वंदित मधुर भगवान
    मधुर लवकुश पिता, जग जनक
    अखिल मधुर सियानाथ |८|
    ©shrihari_nandini

    His eyes are sweet, his lovely eye movements are sweet
    His beautiful black body is sweet
    His restless (joyous) lotus eyes are sweet
    The Lord of Siya is entirely sweet! |1|
    His arms are sweet, his lotus hands are sweet
    He holds very sweet bow and arrows
    His very sweet Shrimukh (mouth) utters a sweet accent/voice
    The Lord of Siya is entirely sweet! |2|
    His incomparable lotus feet are the most sweet
    His large chest is extremely sweet
    The Lord who is the abode of Shri is sweet
    The Lord of Siya is entirely sweet! |3|
    His plays are sweet, his skills are sweet
    He, the abode of bliss and happiness is sweet
    Sweet are his pairs of hands and Feet which always bless,
    The Lord of Siya is entirely sweet! |4|
    The sport of the four brothers is sweet
    Sweet is their laughter like a musical instrument,
    Their joyous gait like elephants is sweet!
    The Lord of Siya is entirely sweet! |5|
    The play of the joy (son) of Kaushalya is sweet
    His father who is the epitome of Parental love is sweet
    The three mothers are sweet, the sons are the guardians of the world
    The Lord of Siya is entirely sweet! |6|
    The beloved of Jaanki, ShriHari is sweet
    The comradery which is new everyday and yet the oldest one is sweet
    Sweet is the matchless love of the divine couple
    The Lord of Siya is entirely sweet! |7|
    Sweet is ShriRaghav who loves his devotees
    Sweet is the God worshipped by Maruti (Shri Hanuman Ji)
    The one who is the father of Lav-Kush and the whole world is sweet
    The Lord of Siya is entirely sweet! |8|
    ©shrihari_nandini

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    �������������� ������������: To the original owner
    ���� ������ ��������������: Ever Youthful ShriSiyaRaam (नित्य किशोर श्रीसियाराम) showing their lotus feet to make us completely surrender to them! ��❤��
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    मधुर श्रीराघव स्तुति
    -श्रीहरि नंदिनी

  • shrihari_nandini 106w

    #shrihari #mahalakshmi #narayana #mylordvishnu #madhav #vishnu #keshav #raghav #shripati #lakshmivar #krishna

    Suggestions to improve always welcome. 😊

    ||श्रीहरि||
    My Lord's here,
    It seems
    By Bhavya Gogia

    Oh Madhav, my heart's ecstatic
    You are near me, it seems
    Oh Vishnu, my mind's singing
    Songs which praise you
    You are beside me, it seems
    Oh Narayana, the wind's tickling me
    You have touched me, it seems
    Oh Keshav, the world's pink
    And I am resting quietly
    You have caressed me, it seems
    Oh Raghav, my cheeks seem red
    From your vision Oh Lord,
    You are in my thoughts, it seems
    Oh ShriPati my heart's dancing
    All over my bossom
    You are chasing it, it seems
    Oh LakshmiVar, my thoughts've died
    My mind has ceased to think
    You've come now it seems
    As if today I will sleep forever
    In the vicinity of your arms,
    Oh Krishna, I am cold yet warm
    You have loved me, it seems
    ©shrihari_nandini

    Madhav/ShriPati/LakshmiVar - The husband of Ma ShriLakshmi
    Vishnu- The All pervading Lord
    Raghav- ShriRaam, the descendant of Raghu
    Keshav- The one who killed Keshi Demon, or The one with beautiful shining hair (kesha).

    It seems he is there. ❤ somewhere.
    ✿ 𝙅𝙖𝙮𝙖 𝙎𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙞! 𝙅𝙖𝙮𝙖 𝙎𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙉𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙖! ✿

    @ally_18 @aarsha_ns @vandi123 @garima_jackson @amrita_n

    𝘗𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵: Pinterest
    𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦: Keshav, Madhav, ShriPati, LakshmiVar, Vishnu, Narayana, Krishna, Raghav, my ShriHari. 😁

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    My Lord's here,
    It seems


    By ShriHari Nandini

  • rraghav_07 148w

    Dharm

    Wo Mandir ka langar bhi khataa hai
    Masjid ki Niyaaz bhi khataa hai
    Wo bhooka hai saheb...
    Usse dharm kahan nazar aata hai

  • raghavraghuvanshi 162w

    LORD KRISHNA

    जितना भी दिया उसने उतनी मेरी औकात नही
    सब करम है मेरे आका का
    वरना मुझमे तो कोई एेसी बात नही
    ©Raghav Raghuvanshi

  • love_in_the_air 179w

    Republic day

    Happy Republic day

  • tousifrz 210w

    You are the poem unwritten,
    That the paper wished for.
    You are the fruit uneaten,
    That the hunger wished for.

    You are the book unread,
    That the writer wished for.
    You are the place unseen,
    That the traveller wished for.

    You are the flower not blossomed,
    That the garden wished for.
    You are the wind not blown,
    That the ocean wished for.

    You are you that didn't live,
    And everyone wished for.

    ©Tousif

  • mr_nikky_04 222w

    Handball 04

    I am handball player
    The captain jersy no 04
    I play in position center back
    My whole team love to play handball
    Live ❤️ HANDBALL (04)

  • thetorturedstories 245w

    This is the story of #RAGHAV and her princess #AARUSHI.
    They both were each other's first love.
    Raghav loved her not because she was so beautiful and possess a glam look,he loved her because her smile used to provide him a light when sometimes he used to lose himself in an unknown darkness. She was the big reason in his life because of whom he was happy not only from outside but also from his heart. Yes, this is what we called LOVE.

    Aarushi was a girl with many dreams.

    ONEDAY DURING A PHONE CALL -
    "I wish i would have big shop of MAGGI where I could get each and every types of maggi dishes", Aarushi said.
    Maggi was her love ��
    It sounds a bit strange, Maggi??
    " You will have dont worry ; Raghav Said.
    "Is there something else you wish to have; Raghav continued.
    " Yes yes, their are many thing I wish to have ", She said,making a childish sound.
    This was also one of the reason Raghav Loved her.. Her Childish Tone ❤️.

    Days passed,Months passed and after some years they were not together.
    Now they have become young. Raghav has started a job in a company. It was that time when he heard that Aarushi was getting married. It was like an attack for him.
    .
    After some years.
    In Aarushi's locality a complex of 12 shops were opened.Raghav, the owner of the complex .There is a reason to mention 12 shops because each shop has things which was Aarushi's favourite. Maggi shop, Pastry, Soft Toys etc..
    .
    Oneday, Aarushi visited that complex. She saw Ragahv was sitting with a small girl.
    " Hey, Ragahv you are here; Aarushi asked.
    "Yes, now I run this complex ; Raghav replied.
    "Really, its beautiful, it has maggi shop also; She said with a smile.
    "This complex has every shop of the things which is your favourite ; He said
    She noticed, and it was true.
    "Remember Once you said that if you could have these things, here they are for you", Ragahv said.
    Aarushi never knew it would ever happend.
    "Who is this girl; Aarushi Asked.
    "Daughter ; Raghav said with a smile.
    She lifted the child in her lap.
    "Beta, what's your name", Aarushi asked.
    "AARUSHI ", the girl replied.
    She didn't know what to say that time. After some minutes of silence.
    "When You got married ", Aarushi asked Raghav.
    "I haven't yet ", Raghav said with a smile.
    "I mean this child, how, sorry ; Aarushi asked with some suspense.
    " I ADOPTED HER; he replied.
    "And I still love the same girl I started loving for the first time ; He continued.
    She was silent.

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    STORY - 1

    Written and curated by - Hrishav Singh.

    Read the story in caption and please put your reviews in the comment section.

  • danush 266w

    #wattpad #horror #Raghav

    Raghav, now available on Wattpad!

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    Her

    But yet, the lack of sleep and the excess of caffeine made me look back in a rush and the road was stranded, as I turned my face back to the road ahead of me, I found her standing just a metre away from me.

    ©abhimanyuroat

  • danush 266w

    Clairvoyant

    A girl in the white stares at me through the window at night,
    Everywhere I go, every place I see, I see demons all the time,
    Being a clairvoyant seems so fun in the movies,
    But when everything that I see is out to kill me,
    Fighting them, fighting the endless nights, not having a person with whom to intertwine, and no hope to live a normal life,
    I feel so damn trapped all the time.

    ~ RAGHAV, available on Wattpad


    ©abhimanyuroat

  • danush 267w

    #horror #Raghav #paranormal #ghosts

    Someone told me that free verse was the best thing. Raghav, now live on Wattpad.

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    In a world where the angels pray,
    The world where the demons slay,
    A new vision overrun by spirits,
    A new world seeking revenge,
    They lurk on the trees, they lurk in the park,
    They hide under your bed, they hide in your dreams,
    With backwards feet, awry hair and black tongues,
    The strangest touch, and the strangest hums, ,
    The new world awaits for you, in a world full of delusion and destruction,
    A ray of hope shines for you, RAGHAV.

    ©abhimanyuroat

  • danush 267w

    Raghav, now available on Wattpad

    #raghav #wattpad #paranormal #horror #thriller

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    I looked around to find an empty wall, only when I was turning towards the door, I felt something was covering the ceiling.

    Halfway, I turned and looked back at the ceiling.

    A naked lady with saggy breasts and long hairs that covered her body, floated above wearing black rags, hiding her body.

    ©abhimanyuroat

  • danush 267w

    Raghav, read the full episodes at - http://my.w.tt/UiNb/kdVIUFGbjD

    #wattpad #horror #thriller #story #Raghav

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    Raghav

    As my car whizzed past the boy, I kept looking at him, his face lacked the slightest of emotions or feelings, his eyes as dead as a body in the graveyard, and his appearance, as of a completely normal person.
    ©abhimanyuroat

  • rudra_speaks 281w

    MAGICALLY YOURS: PART 3
    THE FINAL CHAPTER


    Life is like a fairy tale. Some people find their prince charming in the first person they meet. Some have to fight a lot of dragons. And others have to keep kissing a lot of frogs. Sakshi had been lucky enough to find her prince charming in Rudra. What she couldn't come to terms with was Rudra's reaction. First of all, how could he react to something she had done in her dreams. How did he even know what she did in her dreams? Her love story was definitely a magical one. Though it had turned out to be black magic lately. She felt lighter at heart after she had shared things with Raghav. She made up her mind to share with Raghav everything that ever troubles her. She had developed a special bond with Raghav. Something stronger than friendship. Something more pious than love. She knew Raghav would always be there for him. And she never needed to lose the spot she had for Rudra. Things appeared to be a bit simpler for her. But Raghav was yet to complete the job that Rudra had secretly entrusted him with.

    Raghav knew Rudra from his childhood. Raghav was a serious and shy boy who used to spend his time wondering about the problems in this world. Rudra had discovered him one day when he was playing with his brother in a park. Rudra noticed two young boys aiming at a ripe mango in a park. The younger one was a bit restless. He kept jumping out of excitement. The elder one took a pebble and aimed at the fruit that the younger one craved for. The mango fell thud on the ground as the pebble cut clean at the twig holding it. Wipimg the fruit and pressing the top to remove the acid from the top, the elder boy offered the fruit to the younger one who munched at it hungrily. The elder one was filled with satisfaction. Rudra went up to him and said, "Nice shot."

    Raghav looked up to find a young boy of his age but shabbily dressed. The dress ought to repel him but didn't. Raghav felt a strange positive aura, though the strong stench of tobacco couldn't be ruled out. "Thank you", said Raghav, his eyes gleaming with happiness and humility.

    "He's your brother?" Rudra asked. Raghav nodded. "Certainly you are a noble heart to love your brother so much even in these times. You are born to do something great. You just don't know it yet." Raghav was puzzled by this boy. Why was he constantly blabbering? He didn't feel irritated but was a bit concerned about his brother. What if this boy planned to kidnap him? He looked at his brother, Bharat, who still munched at the stone, his shirt all ruined by the juice.

    "What are your hobbies?" asked Rudra. Raghav never lied, but he wished he could. "I like archery", Raghav said. Rudra smiled and said, "It's too much to be a coincidence. You are definitely the one I had been looking for." Raghav had been looking at the strange protrudence on his forehead between his eyebrows. The light blue scarf was also something strange in the month of May. Raghav said, "We need to go. I shall take your leave." Rudra offered him a handshake. Or so he thought.

    As soon as he held Rudra's hand, Raghav saw a flurry of visions. They moved fast across his eyes. Rudra was definitely not as simple as he appeared to be. He had to be some sort of magician. When he left his hand, Raghav felt he had known Rudra a lot better, and more than that, his own existence. Before he could say anything, Rudra said, "Great jobs are waiting to be done by you Raghav. Remember, whatever happens, Rudra will always be there for you." Dumbstruck, Raghav watched Rudra leave. He had never felt such respect for any stranger. He became a devotee of Rudra at that moment and vowed to be so forever.

    Raghav knew what Rudra wanted him to do for Sakshi. How could it be a coincidence that he would have to leave the previous school on the pretext of carrying tobacco when no one in his kins ever smoked other than his friend. And why was his application accepted only in this school while the others cited his past expulsion as a reason for not accepting him. Destiny isn't something inevitable. It is the perfect blend of the minutest action of each and every organism and particle in the universe. When we are unable to make the correct calculations and get results as per our wish, we term it all as magic. When someone like Rudra deciphers these calculations with ease, he is termed as a magician. Being a magician who could control destiny, Rudra was simply beyond human contemplation.

    Raghav decided that he was going to find someone suitable for his friend and complete the job assigned to him. Sakshi deserved someone who could give her the same affection that she had for Rudra, maybe even more. Someone who could give her what Rudra couldn't. Raghav didn't know how he would do it. If Rudra could make them meet, why couldn't he make her meet someone suitable for her? But then he felt she needed a support before she could accept someone else. Having his heart broken for other's happiness was nothing new for Raghav. A disciplinarian doesn't receive much happiness in his life. He has a much better life in people's examples.

    Sakshi became a lot more happier after that incident. She was slowly regaining her crazy self. She laughed at some of the lame moments. Raghav was soon appointed as the class monitor. He felt he should maintain a balance between the interest of the school authorities and his classmates. His classmates loved him. Some because of his persona, others respected his credibility. Among the classmates, it was only Sakshi who was fearless enough to say anything to him without the fear of facing his warth. Others were just too scared as they didn't wish to uncover his dark side. They didn't know anything about his whereabouts. He never shared it. Whenever confronted, he would reply, "It's all a mirage. Don't get to know me so closely. I'm here just for a short span of time. Soon, I'll have to leave. So the lesser bonds, the lesser painful snapping when I leave."

    Raghav kept nagging Sakshi about every good boy he felt suitable. Sakshi faked anger but dismissed it soon enough. Friends have the right to smack at your wounds. Though it hurts, you know your friendship is stronger if you don't react to them. Sakshi loved the fact that she could be herself with Raghav. Every night she felt a bit better than yesterday and she thanked Raghav for it. The scar that Rudra had left on her heart, she never wanted it to heal. She would rather wear it as a tattoo. It would happen once a month, when she would feel emotional imbalance that she would text Raghav and he would bear her pain with her. Raghav never revealed his demons to her. He didn't wish to repeat Rudra's deeds. Sharing your stories don't bond you. Sharing your fears and demons do, in a snap.

    The school had been observing an uncanny friendship. Usually, everyone spotted with someone of the opposite gender would be tagged as 'in a relationship'. Often, it lead to boys receiving the tags of Studs and girls of similar word with some rearrangement of letters and a very lewd meaning. But Raghav and Sakshi faced nothing as such. You could feel their friendship bustling. Even if they sat together, there was nothing objectionable. They were more like siblings and proud enough to accept it.

    Sakshi had been waiting for Raghav one day before assembly in her classroom when she spotted something. A boy, whaeatish complexion, lean frame, fairly tall and straight from bed hairstyle kept on crossing in front of her classroom. Almost every time, he stole a glance at her. His face appeared a lot familiar to her. She didn't know where she had seen him. She decided to discuss it with Raghav.

    "Arjun?" Raghav asked. Sakshi was stunned. How could Raghav be so calm about a stalker? Shouldn't he have taken some action personally? Shouldn't he have at least informed her? He did appear like a potential danger. She stared at him with a dead, cold expression. Raghav knew she waited for an explanation. He said, "You had told me about not disturbing you with prospective suitors. So I kept mum." He smiled after finishing his speech. Sakshi wasn't just unconvinced. She was angrier than before.

    "How could you even think of him as a prospective suitor? He's just a stalker. A coward who doesn't even have the guts to talk to me if he wants to. I don't feel comfortable with his creepy eyes as though he's going to consume me in one go", Sakshi said. Raghav gave a faint smile and said, "Easy. Maybe he is no harm. Maybe he's just intimidated by you. You shouldn't be worried about him. I feel he is safe. You can talk to him if you want to." It didn't make any difference to Sakshi's plan. She had already decided to confront her stalker.

    The next day, during recess, she tried to look for him. He was nowhere to be found. She finally understood her mistake. She was searching for someone who followed her. All she needed to do was to wait. He had to turn up like an honest stalker. And he did. Sakshi saw him and beckoned him to wait. He was stunned and looked around to make sure that she was referring to her. He saw her approaching him and stand just two feet in front of him. Sakshi spoke first.

    "Don't you have any manners? Why do you keep stalking at me?" Sakshi accused. Arjun said, "I meant no harm. I was just making sure you were safe with that monitor boy."
    "His name is Raghav. And I don't want you to protect me from my best friend", Sakshi said. She was possessive about her friends and Raghav was indeed special. How could a random boy question her choices?

    "Best friend? How good you know your best friend? Do you have any idea about his past? What do you think why was he transferred here if he was so good at everything? Don't you ever feel suspicious about his behaviour?" Arjun blurted out questions in a go. He was indeed a well researched stalker. Sakshi wanted to scold him further but Raghav intervened out of nowhere.

    "Hi Arjun", Raghav said with a pleasant smile. Arjun returned a tight lipped one. Sakshi still stared in his eyes. "Let's get out of here", Raghav told Sakshi. "Sure. And you, Arjun, mind your own business. I don't like these habits. I won't be this calm next time", Sakshi said. Arjun watched the girl leave. He could have easily replied. He could have told her everything about Raghav. Maybe it was the fear that he would hurt her. He had seen her crazy. He knew something terrible had happened, maybe the loss of someone close that had turned he sad, and Raghav had made her a bit better. It was only when the school bell brought him back to his senses that he went to his classroom.

    Sakshi looked at Raghav with suspicion. She couldn't tolerate another loss so she asked him straightforward, "Is there anything that you haven't shared with me?" Raghav kept silent for a while and replied, "You know everything you should know." Sakshi didn't ask further. She knew Raghav never lied. However, the conviction in Arjun's words made her conscious and she scrutinised Raghav's every action. Finally, when Raghav couldn't be at peace with her constant suspicious gaze, he asked, "What do you want to know?" Sakshi blurted out, "What about your past? Your family?" Letting out a cold sigh, Raghav revisited the chapters of his life which he never wanted to uncover again.

    "I'm the eldest son of my father. He loved my mother a lot. Sadly, they couldn't conceive a boy for my father's estate to be passed on to. There are rumours that I lost a few sisters before I was born. Finally, everyone blamed my mother and convinced my father for another marriage. He married another beautiful lady and my mother soon became forgotten. She had her glory moment when I was born because my father again began taking care of her. Even my stepmother loved me as much as my mother. I was really lucky to receive the affection of two mothers. Soon, my stepmother gave birth to Bharat and we were one happy family. I don't know what I did but my stepmother convinced my father that if Raghav is to succeed the world, he should face the hardships as well. She made him send me to the boarding school and meanwhile Bharat studied in the city, staying with my mothers. My father kept on persuading her, but she didn't budge. She knew what was good for me. My father felt it was the price paid for killing so many of my sisters that he had to pay and I received the news of his demise few days after I joined the boarding. I was a decent boy there and everyone liked me but somehow, someone misplaced a tobacco roll in my bag and I ended up being rusticated and finally received admission here. My education ends in a month. Maa has decided to move to some other city and I've to be with her to take care of her. I want a promise that you won't share any of these with anyone. Ever."

    Sakshi was stunned. Infanticide, polygamy, smoking, weren't these things just in history books or scary news headlines? Here was a boy, faced it all and still undeterred. He didn't even let her have even a clue about it. She didn't know what to say or how to react. A teardrop trickled out of her eyes and Raghav was quick enough to grab it before it touched the ground. Wiping it off her cheek, he said, "It's okay. That's how life is."

    That night, she couldn't sleep. Sakshi wondered, that she would be lonely yet again after a month. Just a day before their school picnic! What timing he had! To evade her just a day before the day she would need him the most. She needed him as her history with school trips wasn't a good one. She decided to request him to join for the picnic, just for the sake of their friendship. She needed him. Destiny was playing a cruel joke on her yet again.

    "Please come to the picnic. I beg you", Sakshi said. Raghav told her to keep quiet as their Physics teacher drew ray diagrams to explain normal shift and lateral shift. She was too restless and ended up being spotted by the teacher. "Aey you girl, tell me what you understand by this normal shift?" Sir asked. The class turned towards her. Sakshi stood and said, "Sir, if we look from rarer medium to denser medium, the object in denser medium comes up..."

    "What?!" Sir asked, bemused by her answer. "If it were as you said, it would have been so easy to catch fishes. Just look at it from the top and the fish will come up and we will go down and everything will go up eventually. Sit down, stupid girl." Sakshi ended up laughing as everyone elsle in the classroom did. Just then, the peon came in the classroom distributing consent forms for the school trip to Bodhgaya. Everyone was too excited to study. Even Sir didn't feel like teaching so he kept the chalk on the table, a gesture which meant, no more teaching today. Everyone but Raghav took the form. Sakshi looked at him with anger. Raghav smiled and looked away.

    Raghav told Sakshi to wish for something. Sakshi wondered what he meant. Raghav explained that he wanted to give her some sort of parting present. She wished him to join for the picnic. He smiled at her smartness. Finally, she had developed some swift thinking. He told her to go. He would always be there for her, even if not in person. She didn't understand a word. Raghav said, "You have received one of the greatest gifts in the world. Something magical. Something divine. May you always be yourself. May you LIVE your life. Tathastu." Sakshi asked, "What's Tathastu?" Raghav explained, "It means May It Be So. Like Amen. Take care Sakshi." Sakshi watched him leave. Raghav didn't turn. Sakshi had goosebumps. She felt scared as if a kid was left bleating all alone in a forest. She believed in Raghav's words and went to her home to prepare for the trip tomorrow.

    The school bus raced on the highway. The students enjoyed themselves, singing and dancing all the way. Some lovebirds preferred a quite corner in the front seat. Sakshi didn't knew which group she would fit in. She had worn her favourite white and pink t-shirt and a blue jacket over it. She looked prettier than normal school days. She had received enough complements in the morning to confirm that she didn't look awkward. She remembered her last trip. Only this time, she didn't know whom to expect. It was just like life, unsuspecting and thrilling.

    As soon as they got down, their teachers gave them the most bizarre command. "Go wherever you want to, explore every place you can. But be back in three hours", the teachers said and shooed them away. No restrictions, no discipline, no queues, just freedom. Sakshi was afraid this wasn't what she exactly wanted. She didn't wish to be with the crowd. She wanted to be alone. She knew everyone would be going to the Mahabodhi temple, so she chose to explore the village. She left the crowd and walked towards the kachcha roads. She had no idea that someone had been following her from the beginning. It was all going just as he would have wanted it to be. Sakshi was yet to meet the destiny that the magician had chosen for her.

    Sakshi trudged along the path that was absolutely new to her. Walking along a drain, she reached a slum where street urchins were playing some games developed out of sheer boredom. The child would toss a pebble and pick up another pebble before catching the first one. He would continue until he dropped them. Sakshi watched it for sometime before she sensed some staring on herself. She saw three locals advancing towards her. She definitely looked different in the environment that had poverty in its roots. She felt a strong tug at her elbows and was pulled by someone familiar.

    Sakshi was angry yet relieved to see the person. She didn't expect him here but she felt that he had been there all the time. The person wasn't as happy as her. He said, "Can't you take care of yourself?" Sakshi couldn't stay quiet. She said, "I didn't call you here. You came all by yourself. I don't need anyone here." The boy said, "Fine. Boys, she is all yours." As he began walking away, Sakshi felt the same fear she had when Rudra had walked away on the pipe. She ran towards the boy and held her firmly. A smile broke on the serious face of Arjun. The locals looked surprise at this strange couple.

    Arjun asked, "Why can't you be with everyone?" Sakshi replied timidly, "I just wanted to be alone." Arjun said, "Spend the day with me and you might change your mind. And it would also keep you safe." Sakshi simply nodded. Arjun wasn't a friend, maybe an acquaintance, but definitely better than a stranger. Arjun took him to the spectacle of the town, Mahabodhi temple.

    Spread in the vast lands, the temple was dedicated to Siddharth Gautam or Lord Buddha. The peepal tree in the compound, known as Mahabodhi tree, was the place where Buddha received enlightenment. He showed the world the way to peace. Renouncing his princely lifestyle, Buddha gave the word his religion, Buddhism. People from many nations came here to pay tribute to the place where Buddha received true knowledge. Designed in various steps with splendid gardens around, the place is a feast for the eyes.

    Arjun took Sakshi to the main temple where a large statue of Buddha was situated. It is the aura of the place that makes you feel peaceful and blessed. Sakshi bowed down in front of the statue and so did Arjun before going ahead. The incense sticks created a soothing effect. As they moved out, Sakshi couldn't help but get amazed by the various carvings on the temple. They walked around the temple where the tree was situated. The monks prayed underneath the tree rigorously. Sakshi was walking carefully when she suddenly felt something falling in her jacket at the back of her neck. She could no longer control and started jumping up and down. The monks stood up and saw at her in shock. Arjun bowed down and apologised profusely. He tugged at Sakshi's hand to make her bow in apology. Even the monks did the same. It was then that Arjun noticed the reason.

    A peepal leaf from the sacred tree had fallen in her jacket, something very auspicious in the Buddhist world. Sakshi was still bent in bowing position when Arjun took the leaf out and showed it to her. Looking at Sakshi's expression, he knew she had no idea of its significance. So, before she could hurt any more sentiments, he took her away to the garden. Sakshi listened with great attention and her anger for the troublemaker soon grew into awe. She thanked Arjun for having convinced her to come to the temple. He told her to follow him. She did without any questions.

    A set of spinning drums where set in a row. People moved along, rotating each of them as they went across them. Sakshi went on doing the same as Arjun watched the crazy girl, smiling at her innocence. She asked him what they were. He replied, "These are called prayer bells. Theu have prayers written on them, something related to world peace. The more you spin it, the more they spread across the globe." He didn't expect his answer would make her smile fade away. Dèja vù is seldom a happy affair.

    Sakshi began to understand something about her life. It couldn't have been just a miracle. Someone was controlling it all. Someone wanted her to move on. Someone wanted her to live her life, rather than cry over the past. Rudra was definitely someone way too good to be true. But deep down she believed he still controlled her future. Whatever might happen, he would always control her destiny, her life. Once you fall in love, you get your soul damaged irreparably and you feel proud of it. Sakshi understood that Rudra too wanted her to be happy. Since he couldn't give her all that, he made sure someone else did. She decided that she would stop being stubborn and do what Rudra wanted her to. She gave up her resistance towards everyone else. She let Rudra go.

    The whole picnic was a beautiful affair. Arjun also bought her a small idol of Lord Buddha and Lord Shiva. He told her that he believed they would help calm her down and let her remain crazy upto safe limits. Sakshi couldn't help but get amazed by Arjun. What struck her the most was he wasn't perfect at all. He had flaws. A good deal of them. But there was something else that she liked. The flaws that she had, the imperfection she possessed, the scars she had, they beautified her. And his shortcomings were in sync with hers. In this mortal world, it is not about finding a heart that doesn't bleed. Every heart bleeds. What you should look for is one which has similar holes as yours so that whatever feeling leaks out of you is well received by them. Sakshi felt she had found one for herself. She just hoped he did the same.

    One the way back, Sakshi felt her head aching. She was getting restless. Suddenly she felt small, light circular movement of someone's fingers on the sides of her forehead. Someone was massaging her head and felt as a welcome relief. She knew who he was. The fingers were firm enough to have some effect but soft enough to avoid any redness. She felt better and soon dozed off. She didn't dream about anything. But it wasn't a scary dream. She felt better. She felt herself. She wanted to thank everything that had happened to her. She wanted to thank Arjun. She wanted to thank Raghav. She wanted to thank Rudra.

    Arjun made sure he walked her home. She had been too tired so he took an autorickshaw and dropped her safely at home. She felt drowsy still she held his arms tightly. What affirmed her faith was Arjun grasping her fingers which made her feel secure. She had given life another chance, so had life. Arjun watched her walk towards the gate before she ran towards him to give him a hug to thank him. Her final words still rang in his years, "Thank you for making this day so beautiful for me. I'll remember it forever. I really think you are a good person and I'd love to be your friend. Thank you so much." Incessant smiles never lasted this long on his face.

    Meanwhile, somewhere in the city, on the top of a water tank, at the rim of the building, sat a boy, with brown skin and in deep thoughts. He looked at the orange sun that had just set in the west, leaving a beautiful canvass in the sky. Suddenly, a strong stench of marijuana filled his nostrils. He didn't need to turn to recognise his friend. He simply said, "Where have you been so long my dear friend?"

    "I was just around. You always knew it, didn't you?" Rudra said. Raghav turned to see him standing in front of him. His body was covered with white ash. Rudra asked, "Why didn't you pursue her, Raghav?" Raghav smiled, a pain-hiding-smile, and said, "Because I believe if you can't win a girl's heart, it's of no use to conquer her body."

    "True disciplinarian you are Raghav. Or should I say, Lord Ram?" Rudra said. Raghav smiled and asked, "You knew she loved you. Why didn't you get her?" Rudra waited for a while and said, " Because I couldn't take away something so beautiful and important from her. She had the best gift among all of us. She had a human life. A mortal human life that promised the end of suffering as well as gave a reason to your existence. I couldn't take that away." Raghav looked at the destroyer speak his heart for the first time. His blue neck radiated energy, which just beautified his personality. The cresent in the sky adjourned his man bun on the top. As Raghav looked on, a cobra slithered its way from Rudra's feet to his waist, up his back and coiled around his neck like a necklace. Raghav couldn't help but bow down to the deity in front of him as he said, "Om Namah Shivaay."

    THE END
    :)


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    MAGICALLY YOURS: PART 2
    RAGHAV, THE MYSTERY CONTINUES...


    Sakshi could not help smiling even though she was dead tired. She felt different. Something had changed. Something had changed for good. She felt she had discovered a new humane emotion. She kept replaying all the moments in her head. She also kept on thinking about the conversation she had had with Rudra. She knew something had changed deep within. Something that could never be undone.

    She reached home in a merry state and dashed on her bed. She regretted not having taken any photographs but she felt she didn't need any. Rudra had become an irrevocable part of her existence. She knew she had unlocked a new level of happiness for herself. It was more of a euphoria to be precise. What she didn't know was it came at a price. It was a double-edged sword. It could pentrate through the dark layers of gloom but it could also slit your soul to bleed profusely. She had seen the bright side of the coin. The dark side was yet to reveal itself.

    On the mountains, somewhere in the Himalayas, she notices a strange sight. There is a mountain which is different from all others. It's not the biggest, yet it is eye catching. She runs to the foothills and notices a lake. She bends to touch the water. The ice cold water makes her shiver but she is too thirsty. The lake is sapphire blue, reflecting the sky. She has never seen such pure water. She feels she is not alone. She knows the presence is not of an enemy. As she collects some of the water in her palm, she notices something strange. The lake isn't reflecting blue colour of the sky. The water is actually blue. She smells the water for any foul smell. It doesn't have any. As she is about to take a sip, someone calls her from close by.

    Sakshi looks up to find two almond shaped eyes staring at her. She drops the water and stands up. For a moment, she forgets her hunger, her thirst, her existence and admires Rudra's beauty. Wearing nothing but a lionskin around his waste, she wonders how he is mocking the chilled weather. Sakshi wants to say something about health but prefers to keep shut. "Don't drink it", said Rudra.

    "But why? I'm thirsty", Sakshi argued. "Because it's not what you think. You are craving for it. You feel it's good, pious and satisfying. It's not. It feels great in the beginning but it creates a deep niche in your body which constantly craves for more. It's not nectar. It's poison", Rudra said.

    "Why should I believe you?" Sakshi asked. Rudra said nothing. He just removed his light blue scarf and the sight amazed her out of her wits. She didn't know what she saw was beautiful or scary but decided in that instant that she too wanted it. She bent into the pond and took a long sip. The liquid cooled her oesophagus but strange enough, she felt it going away from her stomach in her body. It flowed down till the end but then began to rise as though defying logic and gravity and finally stopped somewhere in the centre of her thoracic cavity. She felt good enough. She looked at Rudra and smiled. His peaceful face had turned into a frown and he didn't say a word. She walked towards him but he said, "I warned you. Now be ready to face the consequences."

    Sakshi woke up horrified. She couldn't categorise her dream as a beautiful one or a nightmare. She wanted to rise but couldn't feel her right limb. Horror struck her again. She saw it was there but refused to comply to her wishes. She picked it up with her left hand but it sagged down like a lifeless tube. Suddenly, it had some sensation and she knew what had happened. She had been sleeping on her arm all night and it was nothing new. She finally breathed a sigh of relief.

    She got dressed up and decided to check the photographs uploaded by her friends. She featured in none of them. She knew it was her mistake but she felt spending time with Rudra had been worth it. After looking at 120 photographs with more or less same caption, she decided to study something. She took out her tuition centre modules and began to solve them. She found it difficult to focus. She had a constant craving to meet Rudra and to make him confess what she felt for him.

    She finally shut her book and kept it away. She decided to call her friend to have a chat. Scrolling down the contact list, she stopped at Sadiya, her friend from her previous school.

    After one and a half hours of talks about Bollywood, songs, mischief, fashion and linkups, Sakshi told her to tell her something new. Sadiya said, "Our school is sending a souvenir to yours. The best boy a girl can dream of. He'll be in your school by the end of next week."

    Sakshi didn't tell her that she had already found the best guy possible for herself. She was sure that the new boy won't be able to do anything to charm her. Finally, she hung up after promising to talk about the remaining things later.

    In the evening, she went out for a walk. She chose to stroll around the park in front of her house. She had her headphones blaring some Arijit Singh song as she walked like the actress in the music video. Suddenly she noticed something on the ground. She bent to pick it up. It was Rudra's scarf. She recognised it immediately. She looked around and found no trace of him. She cut short her walk and rushed back home.

    The scarf lay on her study table and she switched on her study lamp to check it. It was clean. Absolutely nothing was found. Her mother called her for dinner so she placed the scarf under a paper weight and left. Ten minutes later, she came back after her dinner of two chapattis and vegetable curry. She spent another half-an-hour to verify the scarf but in vain. Finally, she gave up and switched off the lights to retire to her bed. As the room turned dark completely, the scarf glowed. She looked at it, fascinated by Rudra's brilliance. It had something written for him.

    I warned you. Now be ready to face the consequences,
    You chose your destiny at my expenses.
    Though it might be a small cost
    Enjoy the poison because it came at the price of a relation's loss.
    -RUDRA


    Sakshi was shocked. She didn't know how to react. Wasn't it a dream? And how did Rudra know about it? What was so disturbing about that lake and its water? She felt her hands and feet going cold. There was a strange pain in the centre of her thoracic cavity. The same place where she felt the liquid rise in the dream. Only now she knew what Rudra was talking about. It was the place where her heart was. It felt cold. It was never the same anymore.

    She couldn't sleep that night. Headache marred her dreams. Eyes gave way to the emotions of her heart. She didn't even know why she was so attached to Rudra even after just three meetings. This wasn't how it should have been. Destiny had been playing with her. How could she be so stupid? Sakshi is too crazy for such deep emotions. It was the first night she didn't dream of anything. It was the scariest dream she had ever had. Pitch black.

    She woke up sad and gloomy. Her pillowcase hid her tears. Her eyes had been red and puffed up. She lacked the cheerfulness she usually had. She didn't say anything stupid. Her days in school stretched. Her lips never did in smile. Her friends were surprised. They always wished she would be serious in some issues. Now that she was, they felt pathetic. They missed the old Sakshi.

    One thing surprised even Sakshi. She never blamed Rudra for it. She had a feeling that whatever he did, it was for a reason. How could anyone reject her without any reason? She still remembered every single detail of her, everything he had said. She still loved the fact that she had met such a wonderful person. She loved their meeting. She loved everything about Rudra. She was ready to accept him even after everything that had happened.

    Sakshi wasn't at all interested in moving on from her first crush. Everyday, she felt more and more devoted towards Rudra. Every time she saw someone smiling, she found a hint of Rudra. Every time she saw someone smoking, she was reminded of him. She decided to reserve that one spot in her heart for him forever. She had no photograph of him but she knew his features well. She tried drawing his face, but before she could complete it, it was smudged by her tears. Finally, she decided to draw just the eyes. The passionate eyes that had promised her a beautiful future. A future too beautiful to exist.

    "Everything inside the class. Nothing outside the class," said Mr. Ashutosh in her classroom. Sakshi had been daydreaming about Rudra and was absent-mindedly staring outside when he called her name. She was startled.

    "Sakshi. What is class?" asked Ashutosh. She remained clueless. These were the questions whose answers you know but fail to express. Mr. Ashutosh raised both his eyebrows, pouted his lips and waited for a minute. "Sir, class is object factory," Sakshi mumbled.

    "Then what is object?" asked the computer teacher. "An instance of a class," she replied the answer she had learnt by heart. "Anyone else who can explain it to me. She answered correctly but lacks concept. Anyone?" Ashutosh scrutinised the class.

    "May I come in, Sir?" asked a tall, brown boy. He had big, attractive eyes, long, sharp nose, light stubble and full lips. His voice was deep and husky. The class looked at the newcomer in awe. Everyone was starstruck except Sakshi who paid no heed.

    "What is class? Come in only if you can answer," said Ashutosh. The boy replied, "Class is a factory of object. It is like a blueprint, based on which various objects can be made. It contains various attributes which is common to all the objects."

    The class was already floored. His voice was melodious, yet humble. He didn't appear to be arrogant at all. Ashutosh asked, "Your name?"

    "Raghav," he replied. Ashutosh gestured him to enter and said, "That's what I expected. Good." A girl who was avoided by everyone because of her nerd looks was approached by Raghav, who said, "Excuse me. May I sit beside you?" The class giggled as the girl broke into one of the cutest smiles. As Raghav placed his bag, his eyes met a girl's who appeared to be gloomy. Usually, gloom repels people but her sadness attracted him. He decided to wait for the right time to talk to her.

    Sakshi had seen Raghav. She knew a lot about him by that time. He was an excellent academician, good orator, brilliant leader and excelled in sports too. He had won Gold medal in the interstate Archery competition. Even though he was full of qualities, he was very humble. Not much was known about his family life. Nor did she care. She avoided him whenever she could because of a reason which she feared others might find stupid. She knew Raghav was someone whom you could instantly fall in love with. He was flawless. A disciplinarian in true sense. She knew that every girl in her class had a crush on him but he kept staring at her in a way in which no one could doubt his intention. She also knew that I-need-you gaze. She felt that if she would get along with him, she would infiltrate her feelings for Rudra which appeared to be a sin for her.

    Raghav was always surrounded by people. Some wanted to know about him, some wanted to know him, some wanted to just be next to him. During recess, girls flirted with him but he declined in the most polite ways. One day a girl told him, "Raghav, you are quite popular and you know it. Even though there are so many of us waiting for you, why don't you consider us? What's so special in her? She's so arrogant. She never talks to you and you always look at her while talking to us. What's the matter?"

    For the first time, Raghav felt his debating skills abandoning him when he needed them the most. He replied after thinking for some time. "It's not that I don't like you all. I do. You all are my friend. As for her, I'm intrigued by her. I think I'll talk to her soon. It's not something to worry about. You all are special. I'm yet to know her, so I'm curious. That's it." The girl gave up as she knew Raghav had chosen a path of thorns for himself even when he was offered a bed of flowers. It's the way your heart works. Like a moth, it makes you fly around the fire that will engulf you.

    The class was excited about the poolside party that was planned for the next weekend. It had been organised after months long preparation by the class monitor. Everyone felt maybe Sakshi would give it a miss but she chose to join. At that instant, Raghav decided that the weekend has to be the day. He had never been so excited.

    He had several medals, trophies, certificates and accolades which proved his great speaking skills. Yet he failed to find the right words to confront Sakshi. He didn't want his first impression to ruin everything. She mattered a lot to him.

    He reached the school an hour earlier and practiced his lines again and again. Beads of perspiration suggested his nervousness. He didn't know how he would avoid his stammering in front of her. He waited by the pool. Everyone came one by one but when she entered in her yellow top and blue palazzo, he forgot everything he had prepared. He couldn't wait anymore so he decided to talk to her.

    "Hi. I'm Raghav,"he said, offering a handshake. Sakshi looked at him strangely and wondered why he was talking to her on this day. She said, "Sorry, but you won't get what you want here."

    Raghav smiled and said, "I just want to be your friends. I definitely don't think it is something forbidden. I really want to be your friend. Please forgive me if you misunderstood any of my actions." Sakshi regretted immediately what she had said. She thought she overreacted. Maybe all the Rudra thing had taken toll on her and made her a rude, insensitive person. Had Raghav screamed at her, she wouldn't have felt what she felt now-guilt. She went to him and said, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have behaved the way I did. It was just that I had my mind filled up of strange things. Hi. I'm Sakshi. Will you be my friend?" Sakshi said.

    Raghav smiled and shook her hands. It was the beginning of her friendship with someone who was a mystery to her. She knew she wasn't the prettiest girl or the smartest. Why would the most popular boy approach her? Just for friendship was the most stupid idea possible. She didn't believe in it completely yet she took the first step. Something about Raghav suggested he would never let her down.

    Raghav was extremely happy that day. He had made friends with the girl whom he had wished to talk to for so many days. He had made the day memorable for everyone by displaying his swimming and diving skills but his moment of the day had been when Sakshi talked to him. He saw a struggle in her eyes. It was as though she was trying to avoid the truth as much as she could. She resisted his advances but he knew he would win over her.

    Sakshi acknowledged her new friend with greeting everyday. They talked about some random topics but Sakshi always went away abruptly whenever she felt that he was getting closer. Sakshi was always cautious that she didn't give him any wrong signals as she didn't want to share the space in her heart that was reserved for Rudra. Sometimes people behave in a stupid way. They won't accept happiness as they feel moving on is a sin. Instead of being with someone you love, you should be with someone who loves you. It ensures happiness, but emotions don't believe in such great ideas.

    Sakshi dragged herself through days but nights were really difficult. She felt the haunting memories coming back to her. She never shared things with Raghav, even though sharing things with him helped her a lot. She feared he might take advantage of her vulnerability. But the ritual was to be broken one day.

    It had been dark moonless night. Sakshi lay restless in her bed. She had the severe headache and it had become unbearable. She didn't know what to do. The reason was extremely personal. Suddenly, her phone vibrated. Raghav had texted her something. She checked and finally gave up her vow.

    Raghav: Not asleep yet.
    Sakshi: I'm hving severe headache. Feeling strange.
    Raghav: All gud?
    Sakshi: No
    Raghav: Hv some warm milk. I'll send you a poetry. It might help.
    Sakshi: I am allergic to milk!!!!!!
    Raghav: Didn't know dat. Hope you aren't allergic to poem.
    Sakshi: Send it. I'll try...
    Raghav: Okay. It's called FROM VECTOR, TO THE LOVELY VICTIM. Here it goes....
    I guess I'm ill
    But neither medicine works nor any pill
    There is no sickness
    The only effect is unreasoned happiness

    The symptoms are a bit strange
    From happy to crazy, my personalities change
    Everything around me reminds me of the vector
    Who didn't sting me, but offered me nectar

    Usually people drive the vector away
    But if I'm allowed to have my way
    I would have her by my side all my life
    As a friend, as a partner and as my beloved wife

    It isn't as easy as it seems
    The victim is in euphoria and enjoys daydreams
    The toughest thing to do
    Is to confess to the vector, "I LOVE YOU"

    None of the dreams have any reason
    The heart hides feelings but eyes give way to treason
    The victim misses the presence in her absence
    He keeps floating in the effects of the disease and its sweet essence

    The victim doesn't wish the disease to go
    He can't tolerate the horror of the days he felt low
    Though the vector made sure the disease is inevitable
    The victim can't help but get smitten by the irresistible

    The wait seems to have been for thousand years
    The incessant smiles have overwritten the stain of tears
    I perceive they would be together forever
    'Cause they promised never to leave and
    NEVER IS A PROMISE MEANT FOREVER....

    Sakshi: Wow! That's some serious stuff. You been in luv?
    Raghav: :)
    Sakshi: I need to tell you something.
    Raghav: Sure.
    Sakshi: I met this boy named Rudra. And he was very different from everyone else. I really loved him a lot. But he didn't meet me ever after the day I realised. He really made me feel special. I don't regret him but I miss him a lot. Thanks to your poem, I miss him a lot more now. My head is bursting out of pain. I can't sleep. :'(
    What Raghav went through after reading it is actually beyond words. It was like a rusted knife piercing through his heart. Neither the heart ended, nor the knife. He composed himself and replied.

    Raghav: Pls don't cry. Whatever happens, happens for good. Maybe you'll get someone better. I know it feels really stupid. The prophecy seems overrated but believe me, you deserve someone better. We'll get someone.
    Sakshi: I'm not despo. I just can't stop missing him.
    Raghav: Sorry, I didn't mean that. Pls stop thinking about things and shut your eyes. Feel the cool air touching your face. It helps.
    Sakshi: Okay. I'll try. Thanx for listening me out. Gd nite.

    Sakshi put her phone down. She shut her eyes and focused on her breathing. As the cool air touched her face, a drop of tear trickled down from the corner of her eyes to her ears. She felt peaceful, at least for that moment. Few miles apart, Raghav was in dire straits. He knew Rudra. He also knew why he didn't meet her again. What he didn't know was how to console himself. He had always helped others in this case. Now, when he was on the receiving end, he felt pathetic. He decided not to move towards her. Being a disciplinarian, he believed that if you can't win over a girl's heart, it is of no use to conquer her body. The girl needn't speak about her feelings. Her silence speaks a lot. That night, the pillowcase hid only two teardrops that trickled out of Sakshi's eyes. She had no idea of the moist mobile phone screen and eyes on the other side. Fate indeed seemed to be having fun playing with these pieces on the chessboard of the world. But it wasn't over yet. Some deeds were yet to be revealed. Some secrets yet to be uncovered. Some mysteries yet to be solved.
    ©ra_abhinav

  • r_a_g_h_a_v 292w

    Broken heart
    If one day i show you the broken pieces of my soul will you pick those up and call them your own