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Door knob


Ananya

For a perfect night , I dressed up,
With anticipating eyes like a pup,
For it was our first date,
I was hoping you woouldn’t be late.

It was six in the evening ,
And I was waiting for the bell to ping,
Just then a text from you my elf,
“Wait there princess , I’d open the door myself”!

With a wide grin and red cheeks,
And my adrenalin level beyond peaks !
thinking of how my heart you did rob,
With all my eyes on the door knob !

All those amazing chats with you,
like on a rose petal fresh dew,
You were the best friend I ever had,
with your love ,you had turned me mad !

Suddenly the door knob was all I could see,
it became more beautiful than it used to be,
All I wanted was it to open,
I was waiting for the moment to happen !

After you enter , I’d run to hug
For your arms to protect me I’m waiting , my pug,
I’m intoxicated to see you, please just come,
like to a drunkard how it is rum !

I heard a ring , which made me jerk,
I ran to my phone with all perk,
Seeing the unknown number I felt glum
“We’re calling from the hospital” made me mum !

They said , You had met with an accident,
shock waves in my body it sent
tears began to bay in my eyes like a beam,
Hoping that the call was a bad dream !

With the phone in my hand ,
wishing for an angel with a wand,
I refused to believe anything
Fate’s play I was loathing !

With all hope , wiping my tears,
folding my hands , immersed in prayers,
my heart was waiting for a miracle
still hoping to hear the door knob‘s crackle !

Signed,
Mythu

Why. Why?


Ananya

I was at college. We had our culturals.People were running over here and there. I was the compering the show with another friend. I sat there practicing my lines about the various shows. Suddenly around 30 minutes before the show began, one of my best friends came running towards me. His face was wet and it was evident that he wasn’t stable.

I ran towards him, despite my lehenga and high heels.

Karthik? I exclaimed.

Ananya.. he began. Nothing’s going good in my life he finished.

It was his b’day and we had planned surprises for him after the culturals. (we included Anand, Akshara, Sarthak and a few others).

Dude? It’s your birthday and all. What’s so wrong?

I feel so low Anan. I don’t know why.

I gave him a sympathetic look and a weak smile. He looked at me and glared. I didn’t know why.

I went forward to hug him. He turned back and began walking away. He never really let me convince for anything. He was this kind of person who felt bad , but wouldn’t expect sympathy. Thought what we show between friends isn’t really sympathy, that’s what he thought. But if one of us had a problem, he would beat the crap out of us to know all details of the problem and stay with us till it diminished to a point. He was my best friend ever. Though I never knew if he felt the same, I never had trouble telling him everything that happened.

My friend ran to me. Time for your compering, she said.

My brain told me to go to the stage and meet Karthik later during the surprise bash. But blah, my heart. I held my hands over my head.

Pathetic headache suddenly, Surya.

Oh my. Fine take care. I’ll manage till then. Come soon. she said.

I took advantage of the fact that I got frequent headaches due to migraine.

And.. I ran. Near the cafeteria. The garden and everywhere. I called him twice. No answer.

And that’s when I made my last guess of where he could be. We had a favorite spot at college. It was beside the library. Hoping my guess was right, I reached there.

And from a distance I could spot him there. He was facing the opposite side. With a smile, I ran to him. Only when I got a little closer I could spot him with Radha. I had hardly spotted both of them together. Thank God it was a little dark. I saw her, stand up and hug him tight. I could sense they were best friends. I didn’t know if I had to feel bad, but I just walked back without speaking with him.

I was a flop on the stage that evening. I just tried and managed to blurt something. After the show, we had a party for him. We all went to the venue and hid in our planned places.

When he came, we all screamed. SURPRISEEEEE !

Oh you guys. Hey. he said, which was not the slightest of what we had imagined.

Happy birthdayyyyy we kept singing.

Thank you was the response.

Okay now for the cake. C’mon bud! 

Hey, I have other plans. Didn’t know about this. And I reallyyyy have to go.

I went to him to yell. We were planning this for like two whole weeks.

Exactly when I was going to, I stamped on my lehenga and skid down. And he just walked away.

While all those people surrounded me and helping me get up, I watched him hold hands with her and walk away.

Amidst that pain , my mind was void. Just Blank. All I thought was,

Why? Why..

-Me

She..


As daylight began to vanish,

And the sun was made to banish,

Amidst the chirping of the birds,

I began to pen down words.

 

She was beautiful in her flaws,

And often playfully broke laws,

She appreciated beauty,

but was no way Ms Pretty.

 

She took time making decisions,

Framed stupid life missions,

But once a thought made in mind,

She had no looking behind.

 

Making friends was a cake walk,

Because she would talk and talk,

Surrounded she was with blessed people,

An idiot she was to not keep things simple.

 

Her mood was always in a swirl,

now low , and later high as a shiny pearl,

She was boring and she was fun,

But she never fake-loved anyone.

 

She was almost always careless,

And did things in a mess,

Predicting her actions would be a task,

She only loathed people with a hoax mask.

 

She was a pretty little liar,

to rule the world was her desire

At times , tough she was to handle,

to put up with her was a sure hurdle.

 

She could get really lazy,

and in the kitchen , she was clumsy,

Yes , she was a jack of many trades,

But prominent she was in none of the shades.

 

Her thoughts would often self-torture,

mini heart attacks they could nurture,

Yet she never stopped her imagination,

of either demotion or elevation.

 

Turning to face her reflection,

She boomed with satisfaction,

Her face , the mirror could see,

She was smiling , she was me.

 

Signed,

Mythu.