How Four Became One!

They say some people come to your life for special purpose. When I take into account my two years journey in Devagiri, 3 people, namely Resmi, Benat and Ansu played an indelible role. I don't actually remember how the four of us came together and became the birds of a feather.But it was an ultimate entertainer.There were hard times for us which made us feel like 'climbing the Everest' was much better option , but there was that cliche mantra deep inside each of us that said' this too shall pass' which made everything much lighter. We are bit problematic, dramatic weirdo group glued together with dollops of love under the spell of some unknown powers.We may be fallible, frolicsome and bothersome which we would rather take as a compliment.And this proved me that cultural variations doesn't matter when you maintain a special boundless culture in friendship.
Love always.❤️

A.C

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THE DREAMCATCHER ( A Poem)

She tried. And made the hoops from willows to wove those magical webs. Wrapped the hoop with suede lacing. The string was woven onto the hoop. Hours passed. She wove some of her favourite decorations to it. Feathers and gemstones, hidden with meanings. Hours passed. But she wanted it to be perfect. And finally, here it is. THE DREAMCATCHER. She hung it on her bedroom wall and watched it carefully. Rubbed it with an artist's pride. The hoop smiled, ensuring the travel of sun through the mighty sky. She thought that when night comes the hole in the center would only let Bawedjige( good dreams)pass. She would be able to sleep safe and sound today. The nightmares will never ever haunt her. For she has her Dreamcatcher. And Bawedjigewin( bad dreams) will be trapped in the web, to be dispelled at the first light of morning. She slept. The sun rays pierced into her eyes. She opened her eyes with the innocence of a newborn babe. The thought stroke...

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Everytime there came a music from the old devastated house on the hilltop.It wasn't jazz or melody or rap or opera. It sounded the broken soul. The long lost soul set to dwindle and shrink in solitude.Sewed into melancholy and dresssed in rhapsody,the hilltop triumphed over the hurricane of that season.And the music from the house gradually faded away,to welcome the next season. A.C

Recognition

'Happy Women's Day ' Those three words transformed her. It changed her imperfections into Perfections. It fastened her daily Chores. It gifted a smile to her Face. It motivated her Spirits. It gave rhythm to her Heartbeats. It made her Hairs dance. It increased the sweetness of her Lullaby. It brought back the glitters in her Eyes. It was the recognition from her Husband. A.C

THE FORGOTTEN STORIES

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