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Falling in love

There are way too many topics to talk about but today I chose “falling in love”. As everybody is eager to talk about it.

We, humans, seek love as it’s something hidden in caves or the forest where wild awakes. In the roses, the ocean and the moon. Let me share with you a little secret, I have tried to find it too. Whenever I was lonesome I try to feed my hunger with people around who tried to make connections with me. I never found love but some awful people who were there with me for themselves. I was so much enchanted with some spell of revealing what love was, that I was used by many.

Sooner I understood that love isn’t hidden somewhere, it’s there in front of you all the time and all you have to do is to let it come to you. Cause when you say falling in love that means you can’t search for it, you feel it and then you fall for it. With the right person, at the right time.

There won’t be any guitar players to direct or somebody playing the violin behind them. Their hair won’t fly and there won’t be any movie scene to cry. Maybe some eye contact would make you listen to all the wedding bell you’ve wanna hear. In the moonlight holding hands, smirking face your eyes won’t meet. This isn’t what love is. It’s just a movie scene.

You’ll discern love in sacrifices, in the hard times and your low tides. In your lawns dust, not it’s flowers. In the prayers of your beloved. In the least expected soul, you’ll realize. Love isn’t to be found but plunged into.

-Riya Shah

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Shattered family

But baby your tangled hairs are so delicate to be done, how will you bear the pain and discomfort. My fingers got lost inside those bushy pretty hay, let’s just get rid of them “He said.”

That’s how mom told you to get rid of problems before she left us?

Didn’t she told you that you are the most decisive little boy who could deal with any problem like the Iron man? Have you forgotten how she used to turn her apron around your neck making it a cape?

Hold this comb my warrior and just make this shit done, or else I’ll be late for my nursery class. I’m a grown-up now, and if I’ll be late he might punish me. After all, you can’t win against a teacher. “Emily smirked while looking at her brother.”

Dada, wake up!

Dada, wake up!

Drop us

Wakeup!

Drop us to our school, or else they’ll know that you are unpunctual and lazy.“Ben chuckled.”And what about if they’ll know how my two little kitties who keep making fun of me like they are my parents. Opening up his eyes while trying to take a glimpse of how his 3year old baby girl was looking, he questioned.

Who dressed you like that?

Pretty girl! Why are you wearing lipstick and your mother’s jewellery to school?

Dad that’s how Mumma used to dress while going out didn’t she? Yes, but not for her school. Ben’s dad giggled. Kids, just go and switch to your school uniforms really quick. I’ll go and prepare your breakfast.

After reaching school the teacher looked at him and said its 8:15 Mr.Fekle why are you always late. You should put your kids in a boarding school, you if can’t deal with your kids.

Mam, sorry for this time. I’ll drop them before 7:45 from tomorrow.

We’ll see sir. You may leave now, she uttered with disbelief.

Coming back home, looking at his wife photograph his tears rolled out of his brown shiny eyes. Maybe, you should stay a little longer with us making me punctual and ready to keep up without you. It’s hard for me to be you.

I wasn’t ready for this responsibility, and it was you who made me half of the man I’m today. But look at them, these pure little souls always talk about their mother. I thought they’ll forget about you, but how can they. I can’t even do it myself.

Maybe you went a little early, my love, He numbingly mumbled.

Hey, dad, we are home. What are you doing with mommas portrait? Put it back. Remember you once said

“Gods place is in your heart, but to recall them you place images in your house, so I put it in our room.“Ben whimpered ”. I hope she’s comfortable residing here”.Emily completed Ben’s sentence.

The shattered family hugged while looking at their God portrait.

-Riya Shah