Lagniappe

Tonight we had our very special prom .
I combed my hair again and again looking at myself ,my hair and hair style was not at all pleasing me. I asked my mom to help me out ,she just nodded as every time I brought a new hair style ,she said all those words like fine,good,pretty and it's synonymous terms .
Me: "Why are you being so naive ?
It's my prom today , probably the last party night with all my friends , I have to look best there . some so common routine will not work .I need to be best ",
as my mom turned to bit cold that part , I emphasised "Best " with that face .

I am gonna try some you tube tutorials .
She gave me a magnanimous smile and replied: "I am waiting "
I hysterically hurried to my room and started staring those tutorials one after one trying one by one, after trying all of them I realised my hair is just not the type of any of the hair stylist .This thought actually disturbed me for another one hour and then from hair styles
Tutorials, I started browsing how to change the texture, content, how to have a silky soft hair within 10 minutes so on .
After the quest , I realised this is not my thing , I will try something so usual and walk as if it's so much good .
I called up my best friend Tiara , after listening my necessity , she forwarded me some other magazine cut outs which looked suitable the cut outs actually worked for me .Those hair styles were perfect .
Till the moment , I presented it before my personal censor board team (my mom) .
mom: Siona how come you be so old fashioned ?
Me: What old fashioned ? This is the latest hair make up , I found in a magazine
Mom: Magazine ! Like
I knew there is no point of saying the sources , she have expressed her sincerest emotion .
I walked loosely back to my room and went with the usual hair bun .
The prom was getting nearer the even with the major disappointment of my hairstyle ...
I got a phone call from one of friends the news was bit saddening our dearest friend lillia had undergone a brain surgery for which she had to shave her head , she had prettiest hair in our whole school .
With a concern "I asked is lillia gonna join us ?"
My friend answered "Yes! She is really excited to be the part of prom tonight .
I was pretty surprised and Lillia actually opened my eyes .It's not the make up , it's the belief which we make up inside is the real beauty which finally makes us .
Tonight I walked into the prom with my routine messy bun like I always do , Trust me Lillia was still Prettiest of all us .




A Crap Slightly Candid

One day ,We all gathered near  sea shore

At night ,where daylight faded 

We waited to see the light flashed from the lighthouse 

We waited for it ,

 To take the perfect picture of our happiness which never faded 

We burned all of those feelings of " I "with the fire and danced 

Singing loud ,the songs which never made us feel older ,

We turned younger and younger 

The laughters and old testimonials squeezed out of our brain into terrible tales 

The sea goddess turned  groovy and bustled so blithe 

She happily saved the tides and whispered her happiness by gust of wind 

Even Though she knew we were just her guest ,

The joy of being like a tide for that short time

Paved the way to an excitement which was so addictive 

The moment which  animated us ,is not meant to happen every time .

This is memory ,A memory which possibly will last forever with tide and time ,

Which is meant for a lifetime 

We clicked and clapped 

We tapped and got trapped 

With the glory of our memories and it's traces

Which were so obsessive and intruding 

Yet not so compulsive 

It was so easy to pass that day ,

That day which was just a day in the calendar 

Now occupied the vintage model hearts that tuned the day to a beautiful diary scripture 

Like all those autographs which were read million times than those epic novels kept in the closet .

Out all those beautiful art we still could easily relate ourselves and themselves with that scrap book 

It was such a crap 

Yes ,Such a crap which made us to laugh insanely 

A crap slightly  candid 

Again

Again
I was forced to take back myself into the thoughts of yesterday , a memory so profound
Those were memories of my yesterday .
As I closely gazed at them
It was thunderous and lively
Why it's not anymore ?
Can't it happen evermore ?
In Between the merriment & excitement of today
Yesterday stands like a memoir so epic
Those random pictures hanged up on my walls turns to be souvenir .
A beautiful one indeed ,making me deeply sigh
I wished it happen again & again
Even the dust that was so fading
Ranted about yesterday
The old tunes played randomly too marked a musing of yesterday
Pretending it may happen again & again
Pretending it will definitely make me feel as it is again & again
I wished it happen Again & Again

My Pillow

The friend who left down ,convinced me hardly why she acted so cold for no reason

In self pity ,I ran out of the room to a darker room ,the bad feeling of guilt deep inside slowly started breaking down into tears .The walls surrounded knew the silence have an untold story of several mini heart breaks .

The so natural act of a jovial mask was torn a bit .I consoled myself calm Down , Relax !.

NO! that bad cold is now busy creating a so called trauma that could possibly create a caution alert for the coming days .

" Hmm Na this isn't the end ,the self talk gets activated ,the self prepared monologues clearly conveyed dilemma which was so enduring .

This is the end ,The same self represented the feeling which were so difficult to understand .

I knew that right now no self talks could uplift my thoughts, those self helping  books seemed to be so self obsessed 

The blacked out me finally found  peace in my stuffed bed, it wasn't that easy to break the ice between me and my sleep ,after counting down backwards from 100 99 ,98 , 97 ,slowly slowly  my eyes started moving so fast my muscles were tied up for one moment I could not feel anything  ,I really wanted to call someone for help , In Vain the voice box started to react like a sore throat & so void , it was all air coming out of my voice box .

A strange ray of light suddenly started to spread inside my room the room looked like a strange spot light spectrum .

Nickey! Hey Nickey " Come on wake up ,

Who is there to spoil my sleep ?  Do they know how important to me is sleep, to skip those disheartening feelings ?! A totally disturbed me was about to yell ..! To my surprise the ,the person who called my name was sitting next to me that too on my bed .

Nickey It's me Ammuma ...the voice was so familiar ,It was a bliss to listen her ,

"Ammuma" ...It was a deep pause wrecked up with lots of intense feelings and pleasant memories .Like toddler I started to chatter the grievance first

Do you know how much i missed you ?Do you know once you left me I started talking to myself.I couldn't bear the pain that you left me .I have loved you so much ,I know that you too love me ..?then why you left me to this world which is so bland without you .?

All my sentiments were making me forget about the those usual gestures of being happy and welcoming when someone visits you after a long time especially a loved one .

She smiled and listened to all my asperities  .She calmly replied

Nickey ! I know you miss me ?I know you really does that ,I have seen you mourning in a dark room for being not so wise ,for being not beautiful ,for being not so talented ,for being a laughing stock  .My little lady  this makes me sad ,really sad !

Mourn ! But never wake up like a penitent child

Wise is those who understand their limits and extends them accordingly .

My little lady do you find me Beautiful ?

I replied with a blush "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen grandma "

She again smiled and told me " little  lady ,You are my reflection ,you find me beautiful because you love me .

Beauty is such a word which exists only with love compassion and loyalty  it can be meaningless anytime when it fails you to be a human .

Talent !" So talented "So what is talent to you my little lady ?

Hmm Ya after some random thoughts I chanted  "Achievement and Success" that is what I consider as talent ..with a little of confidence and  courtly bow, I answered

She for one moment could'nt hold her laughter ..I found her reaction bit awkward and strange

Little lady ...Talented are those who live life happily and make others feel happy about them  .

She made me speechless ,I couldn't express my gratitude with words ,I hugged her so tightly she was  so soft and comfortable like my pillow ...

A few minutes later I heard someone calling my official name " Ananya Ananya

Hey Ananya Wake up .It is already 8 am don't want to attend  classes today .

The sunlight  dazzled me up rekindling my exquisite alliance with "My Pillow" .

The Secret Down That Lashed Through Eyes

The Secret Down Lashes Through Eyes
It flashes unknowingly the light of pleasure and excitement.
The Heart beats ,the adrenaline rushes the body sweats ...
The trumpets inside boggled the wonders of falling
No No the thought of being guilty once again rifted the emotions
Yes ! The Eyes ..Eyes
They can't just stop seeing the beauty so toxic ,
The beauty so musical
Infinite number of reasons to fall blindly
Stop lurking
Stop secretly admiring
Oh ! You So lame
The science is making fun of your stupid logics.
The Eyes was too naive and innocent
It never knew to pretend
So it never pretended
Instead It just dilated
The pure feeling so well
Eyes just couldn't resist
The secret Down Lashes Through Eyes
Fabulously !

Hide Hide
For A moment Heart finds it difficult to manage
The Body shivers
The breath lapses
Eyes still couldn't stop it

'Calm down 'Warned The Godly Mind
Move Away ,Further More And More Like Miles Away
Like a smooth breath ,it went off as it moved away .
The Eyes Flicks and flicks .
After a little hustle in the castle
The Eyes started hunting so that it could pass
The Secret Down
Stop ! Stop ! Close Close
Murmured the imaginary idiotic innerself .to the eyes .
The Secret Down Lashes Through Eyes
It's My Job you Lame ,I will ,I will Find a way to flash it

Like A Fairy Tale ......

Eyes Meets Eyes
Yes The Eyes Finally Met



 Like The Snow In the Desert !
Eyes found it so gleaming
Yes the other  eye was too  gleaming
Hail ! Hail Eyes flies in air
That one look again flamed up the igniting souls
Eyes! The eyes
Caught freezing down
Let it happen ,Let It Happen
Let it go ,Let It go
If not meant .

Let it not stop ,not stop
The Eyes finally meets in fear and dark
The Thunderous environment  guises the gleeful eyes
Like a nice drop of tear secretly moves pass by the cilium
No One sees Not A single other naked eyes witnessed
The Magic Of The Secret Down Which were  Lashing Through the eyes
Like Never Before ...
The heart ,the mind and body praised the so visionary eyes ...

The Happiest Person You Have Ever Known Is You

Happiness
Happiness is valued with different parameters and  it is unique according to one's own preferences .Whatever or however it's achieved it contributes a lot to  personal perspective ,the further content of living . It's consistency matters with how you take it up and down.
This single emotion 'Happiness " Is tagged to success of a person ,the smile or happy face is considered to be a life saving ,a life moving artifact globally .
Happiness is wild and impulsive but so epidemic that it unknowingly takes part in transitions and transformations so elegantly .
Prioritizing Happiness , will mostly speak today possibly it holds more of now ,than tomorrow & yesterday .
Happiness is an emotion with lots of psychic energies .It is cherished all the times for it's glory .
And it's just a wave or a neural activity evolved from our own brain or how we compel it do .
So even science say so .
Just something which can be produced anytime, anywhere within ourselves .
Happiness is not rare or it's not something which never happens .It always happens but a mild ignorance to the facts to be happy can let down the way it happens .
So To be happy ..What Matters ..?
Imagine You Are Happy ....Just Imagine ,Let it be so vivid ...Take A deep Breath
Cheers To You ...You are

 "The Happiest Person  You Have  Ever Known "Is You ,Yes You ".

Merciless Killing Of A Death Note And Rise Of Another Super Hero

He lost everything he had , and now nothing which matters him exists!
A totally undisputed life no glory,no cheerful moments yes! everything now is a memory ,no choices ,no hopes no reason to live .
All Once made his world , have perished to anonymity .After writing a death note ,he left his apartment to see the world around him for one last time .He was determined so well that he will die ,he smiled so well on the way back to his apartment  after having his favourite dish from his favorite hangout spot .
As he crossed the road on the way He saw some  Men  ,who covered their face with black  mask , pointing knife  on an old couple and hitting them  ,the couple cried for help ,but in vain no one could hear them .
He who wrote the death note hid himself behind the walls , closely watches the Men And the couples No One seems to see what he is witnessing .
He in silence suddenly realised that how he feared death .He then starts thinking ..!
"I am anyways going to die today ,so why not help them ..!
Before me there is no fear of death ,so why did I hide myself ,I shall help them and die by at least  confronting one of my fear .
Like A superhero he moved near the robbers ,the robbers tried to panic him , the robbers alerted him to move away  from their way or else they would kill the him along with old couple .
He moved towards them  closer and closer ,the robbers waved knife He told them"you can kill me now ,you can take what you want from me ,instead leave this couple .As the couple felt the robbers are distracted  ,they took their cell phones  immediately  informed the people around and police a huge mob suddenly gathered around ,robbers ran  for their life .
Everyone Praises  Him for being so brave ,the old couple thanked him for saving their life and Blessed him  so " Son ! May you Live Long ' .Hence another Death Note was killed mercilessly  .
Rising  Another Super Hero .

The Boy Who walked with a fake strong Leg

A boy was crawling down in a street in despair ,A man passed through the lane and sadly walked in pity .A clergy disputed with the crowd showing his agony about the world and it's timidness ,the boy still is crawling so badly ,the clergy yelled at the crowd pulling the attention of crowd for sometime ,then some men and women weeps  burns some  candles keeps  bunch of roses and leaves singing all those good songs of good will .After a while comes another boy who crippled but still had a smile ,he went near the boy who was crawling ,Hey What Happened ? He replied : I got a wound, a bad wound .
The Boy who considered himself weak said " Hey Brother Hold my hands .No i can't said the one who was lying on the floor ,Okey I am gonna Pull you and hold you tight ,I know someone who  can Cure you , assured the boy who crippled .Well My brother Here we go relax ,with his walking stick somehow with some grip  ,the Boy picked him up ,and took him to the nearby hospital after the boy got almost all the primary care ,he enquired about the boy who took him to the doctor
Boy :Where is the boy who helped me reach here ,A boy with weak leg
Dr: He might be out there ,I will let you know ,take care
Boy : Okey ,Thank you
Doctor leaves the room
A nurse enters the room , And Gives a letter to the boy .
Hai Brother ,
Hope you are feeling better now ,Well I know you badly want to see me after getting better .
All I want is to thank you for making me feel better ,For all these years people always looked in sympathy and empathy never actually gave me a walking stick or believed that I could do something .Thanks to your bad wound ,For years now I have been badly looked with eyes of sorrow for a bad leg ,you changed it brother .Don't feel sorry for me ! Don't thank me for what I have done .All thanks to you  & the bad wound for making me feel strong for a lifetime .
With regards & Love
The Boy  who walked with A fake strong leg .

Love & Love Only

Siya worked at a call centre she was pretty good at what she did , siya enjoyed doing her work and did passionately , she had night shifts  , She was praised for her hard work and determination at work place .She was married to Hiren a school teacher , he loved his job and he loved her job . At day time she did all the work , decorated home with her crafts  ,made his favourite food dishes , took care of his mom and took his sisters out , at night he drops her at work place and morning when she comes back he prepares her favourite breakfast and they altogether have food.They loved their routines , they never complained of being late , they loved just loved , they simply loved everything about them gaining eternal love by being in love with the dear ones and their dearest  , making things more dearer and near."Love is simply to love there is no other way to conquer it ."

The White Faced Man

Filling the joy in million hearts , bringing laughter in all the faces it sees with a mask of white painted blandly and a redish nose ....
The huge crowd applauded for his expressions and gestures , he rolled down , hit his head for their laughter ...
Jokingly they loved his jokes with expressive expressions ..Once more ...Once more they screamed ....He rolled down , banged his head down the floor .....Oh wow ...Gracious ...."This Joie De Vivre".
The Show Winded Up ...The clown waved ..
"The Joker " Was full of  merriment and gaiety ..."Let us come again said someone in the crowd  ...
The clown bowed down it's head and hurrily ran out of tent ....
They all heartily laughed and tossed away ...
The clown went down looked at the mirror he slowly removed his mask ...
He was exhausted , everyone knew him as the white faced man with  a red nose ...No one knew him as "John ...He was like those lakhs of clowns who wore the same mask for living ....
Then someone called out "John the clown wear the mask ", come fast it's your turn to roll down and fall down .....and then make them laugh .....! With his droopy eyes he wore the mask of the happy faced bland man ...

Love The Emotional Para -Normal Activity

Love The Emotional Para-normal Activity "

Love is a paranormal activity which you can't logically explain until you experience it ,
Sometimes it sounds like a fairy tale with butterflies ,flowers and some magical experiences 
Sometime  it is like a ghost which comes unexpectedly makes  drifts ,dreads you flies you shakes you or kill you & leaves unexpectedly .
Sometimes it is a like Ginnie who helps you set your life and goals .
Sometimes it is a like a monster which stays as a trace of fear and horror .

Love stays as myth till it happens ,Love is a miracle if it happens,Love is a dream till it happens ,Love is so simply a Paranormal activity till it means to happen .

A Rainy day

The rain started to pour down She couldn't earn much the rattles were running through window pane her house was filled with water ,the roof which was almost fallen started to slide off from the other side, the vegetables which was almost dried and rotten started to smell .On the other side the young little girls of her age was waving their rainbow colured umbrellas and playing with mud and water.She had no idea why they enjoyed rain so much , and why for her rain was a pain .Last year heavy rains took her father and his crops , her only brother died with dengue untreated , how herself and her mother is struggling to live from then on was the  souvenir she have .She pretended like nothing happened walked down to street  where the little girls were playing around with the ice bars she made , her eyes were wet but none noticed it she went closer to them whooped "Ice bars mam Ice bars with a smile she whooped again& again ice bars mam ice bars ".......

Everlasting Love story

A writer and An Artist  fell in love .They admired art together , criticised , laughed, fought , cried , yelled , yet madly fell in love everytime .One day they  married as promised , built a house with wooden blocks ,with a beautiful garden and a little fish pond  .Inside their little merry and gracious sweet home,they had a beautiful space filled with books , coffee ,rain &paintings .She wrote about love, which expressed his love , devotion and passion  while he painted the emotions of love and roses beautifully with  her magical colour .Her love stories had his signature and his paintings had her emotions  .Love made their life perfect and aesthetic. Like all normal people  they left their body but their souls lived  as some where someone admired his painting she lived for another year and somewhere if someone read her words he lived for another year .They lived happily ever after with the magic of words and colours .....