THE FORGOTTEN STORIES

'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

  Blankness engulfs me The thought of being dumb Decision pending... Grab my hand Take me away Away to the darkness Hell is being created here... I run to hide.. Hide beneath the blankets Goosebumps... Shiver... Fear... Owls... Houls... Blood... Tides... Thunder... Blinking lights... Black and White Steps... Gorges... Heart beats... Nightmares... Everything  transcends darkness... Orendaa!! Altar... Angels... Baby's breath... Laughs... Sunlight... Rain... Candles... Peace... Breath at last... Yes! Time to revamp my life. A.C

She was unable to sleep last night. In the morning when she opened her eyes , she could only see the pale ceilings of the hospital room. A stinging smell always filled the room. Lying on the bed she recollected everything. And somewhere in the film, flashed his face . He..He was her world.. Literally they created their own  world. He promised her to help her fulfill her dreams and make her parents proud. But everything changed. She left the arms that held her.. Knowing the length of her life. He was relectant to do that...Instead assured her all the happiness.But she wanted him to be happy. And from that day she was alone.The only thing she knew now is that her days are counted. She don't know the number of days that she laid in the hospital bed. She completed her role and now she started bidding farewell to her co-actors..With unfulfilled  dreams... Uncompleted vows... Broken relations... And a bag full of memories..Her eyes begin to fall asleep slowly..One by one..into th

Now this has become my Diary!  Even if I fail to become famous person at the time of my death..this may definitely define me..my words are my thoughts..and my thoughts represents Me !! Sometimes even if we are not able attain our dreams and desires..God somehow makes us happy. Or gives us another way to be happy with his Midas Touch !!! He is a great magician who enchants us with his magic. So i have decided to face life as it comes..because sometimes the best solution is just let it go !! A.C

I really wonder why people around me worries a lot. They stress on some matters as if it some great disaster is about to come.. We have this sole life and spending this whole life vexed on trivial things means wasting our valuable moments.Instead of that why can't people cherish their memories ? At least it can create a smile on their faces. Spread smiles and relax your cheek muscles. Travel lonely and accompany no one. Purchase and feel everything. Make this your motto and live a better life. You can die a better man. A.C

I have to be a strong lady.. I have to be a strong lady.. To overcome all the obstacles.. To fight against my lost love.. To fight against my fears.. To overcome my insecurities.. To stand for my love.. To stand for my strengths.. To  fullfill my dreams.. To  complete my bucket list.. To stand for my people.. To hold my head high up... To stand in my own feet.. To pen my own words.. To shop with my own money.. To help the needy.. I have to be a strong lady.. I have to be .. To survive.. To protest.. To protect my rights.. To walk at nights without fear.. To be drenched in the rain.. To overcome my frustrations.. To fight against the norms of the society.. To speak out my own words.. To sing loudly .. To dance freely .. To teach my conclusions.. To establish my own ideas.. To face the greatest threats.. I  have to be strong... Here I go with my shield of confidence, to bring back the hiding lights. And they call me a strong lady. A.C.

Darkness ...at  its  zenith Silence.. at  the sound 's lowest decibel.. I wrapped  myself up into the blanket tears rolled down my cheeks.. I cried.. I cried in the dark silence silently.. No voice of my cry.. I bite my hands.. I cried silent loudly.. I cried for the dreams unfulfilled I cried thinking of my unpredicted future.. I cried thinking of my unknown death.. I cried thinking of my  inabilities I cried  thinking of  the gifts  not given to me I cried  thinking of my people.. And I complained  God Almighty for the miseries given to me.. ... I   wiped  off my tears.. I smiled. Perfect... Nothing is better than this silent loud cry..!! A.C