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It wasn’t your fault, I never took you that seriously. It wasn’t your fault, I never cared to look forward to your arrival. It wasn’t your fault, I was in deep slumber when you knocked my door. It wasn’t your fault, I never responded to your timely calls. It wasn’t your fault when you came so suddenly, Taking me totally by surprise. Jilted me to the core with your wild vegenance, I finally realized what you meant to me. I shudder to think of those long sleepless nights, When I made my last ditch efforts to woe you, But you didn’t relent. But never mind, It wasn’t at all your fault , dear!!! Because I know, hope and believe- One day we will meet again, Maybe in disguise. I just hope we will be in perfect sync then, Just like “made for each other”. Dedication: My semester examination . P.S: If you call it poetry, then this is the first poem I’ve ever written.


The day broke, not with twitter of birds, but with smell of burning life and property. She woke up and wondered what was she doing in a wardrobe, amongst her mom’s sarees. In the flash of second, she recalled the grim situation. Her body was aching. But she was safe and sound- that reassured her a lot. She gave a quick call to her parents. They were camping 15 miles away, in the nearest town. She thought ,”So near yet so far.” The curfew was still on, her father told. Then she peeped through the slightly ajar window to see if the intruder was still there. There was no one. She concluded that it was just her hallucination, or an unfortunate soul ! She didn’t bother to change or have a bath. Danger was still lurking. She had a wash and ate the noodles she had cooked the previous day. There was no charm in her life since yesterday. She was struggling with her own emotions. She prayed silently. Complained to God. She looked like the living dead. The curfew was imposed for six long days. N


The sweet face of Rosa engulfed Shiva’s mind.He was eleven when he first met her.She had perhaps lost her way, or even home ;how she reached this place he didn’t know. She was just nine then. She had,most probably, lost her voice. Shiva took her to the nearby destitute home. Nobody knew who she was and was named Rosa. Shiva became a good friend of her and they went to the same school. Years rolled by but Rosa could never speak again. Yet,there was a mute eloquence in her eyes, which only Shiva could comprehend.She had a sort of charm that enticed young Shiva like never before. He spoke to her without words. Often they stood together still, in silence. School was over and Shiva’s family had no plans to enroll him in a college. But he pleaded with his parents and they gave in. Thus began a new life for him, he would go to college in the mornings and work in evenings at a nearby stationery shop. Rosa, in the meanwhile, had blossomed into an industrious young lady. She passed her intermedi


She was getting panicky and tried to calm down. She again turned on the television. The same broadcast disturbed her. Suddenly, she ran and closed all the doors and windows. The large house seemed to be a fort without a moat. She was tensed about herself. But she decided to, at least pretend to be brave in front of her parents. Who knew if Mom’s blood pressure shot up again? No, she had to be brave. She gave her parents a call and tried to reassure them. She wondered if they were pacified by her conduct. Her dad informed her that most probably a curfew would be imposed in the town. He had a few contacts but they weren’t too reliable. After all, who could ensure his daughter’s safety, even within the four walls of her home at such a time . He was almost dead with fear. It was two in the afternoon. She was in a pair of trousers and a shirt now, her short hair camouflaging her as a smart gentleman. All her fear, apprehension had begun to reduce a bit. Then came hunger. She searched the ki


It was the best time of her life. She had a lucrative job offer, a holiday and above all, a loving family. What more can a 21 year old ask for? Her dad was transferred to the same place where she had started her schooling. It was Jeypore, the small, hilly town where she had spent three delightful years of her childhood. At heart, she was still a child, only she had left her playful antiques. She went to her alma-mater yesterday and surprisingly, almost every teacher remembered her face. She still had the look of the seven year old, her mom said so. What a beautiful place! The small market seemed so friendly and inviting, unlike the malls which transformed into a fish-market during festive season. Malls meant pure commerce,at least she thought so. It was so convenient here to order a dosa in her favourite ‘Lokesh Hotel’ and drink steaming hot coffee while waiting. The dinner at “Prince” was an experience in itself.The gentle midnight breeze was a delight in itself. No nightclub or

A time to celebrate..

Is this a compliment? Indian Institute of Mass Communication(IIMC),Dhenkanal A sunset at Dhenkanal To all my readers.... This is my 26th post and it calls for celebration.I want to dedicate this post to my hometown-Dhenkanal(Orissa,India). Famous Laxmi Puja of Dhenkanal (14th October-23 October,2008) I'll be back soon,till then keep smiling....