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... just need to know what that miracle is, to realize that it did happen or pray for it to happen!!! Deep inside the enchanted forest lies magic, the magic of miracles. That is where knights find their princesses! Deep inside the magical forest, lies an enchanted tree whose branches reach the sky and in the cloud that hovers above this tree, lies a land that changes every day (Enid Blyton ofcourse!!). And then, there are wanderers roaming these forests, some find love, some find bravery, but one who survives the charm finds a warrior… If life is like an enchanted forest, each day charming its way through the lives of knights, princesses, dreamers, wanderers, warriors alive in us, who would I want to be? Tough question! I want to be a princess, enthralled by an alluring knight. I want to be a wanderer, exploring the path, being absorbed into the captivities it holds, as it unravels. I want to be a warrior, unafraid and strong. But, truly, am I not a dreamer, in that I wish to be a pri...

DISCLAIMER: This is a fictional story. All the characters are fictional. The incident itself is a creation. Any resemblance to people or to the situations in the real world, is purely coincidental. ------------------------------------------------------ My Dearest, How would I begin with, when I know that the very reason for this letter is the cause of my distress? I miss you terribly. And nothing can be done about it. Last night, it was our anniversary. You called me and we spoke for sometime, but for some reason the emptiness of the house (I can’t call it home, when you aren’t around!) got into me. Do you miss me too? Perhaps you do, else you would not call me every day! What do you miss the most? Me or being around with me? As I fondly reminisced my favourite moments with you, I fell asleep on the couch with a smile on my face and woke up with an ache in my neck :D. I know, I cannot take care of myself! Well, I ask, one tiny thing that is to take care of me. Is that so wrong?...

Why are certain days, a pinnacle of celebration? Despite the trying times and unspoken eons – certain things stick in life. Providence? May be not. They are there, for they mean something… Sometimes your cold shoulder feels like lead in my heart, Yet, I know, I can’t be far from you… Not, when you breathe and live, Your breath a whisper in the air that only I can hear… Years may count for nothing, When everything falls apart, Yet, there was a time, When “we” were a world in ourselves… Are we still there? Days bygone, magic melted, Smiles frozen, heart gone cold, So, where do we stand? I woke with a smile today. Don’t know why and I look at the date, as I realize, wow, today is special! A moment frozen forever in the casket of my memory.

I have been thinking… What is progress? Who defines this progress? Why should one progress? Why do we need goals? Why do we need accolades? Why do we need career graphs? Why do we need personal milestones? Why do we need a vision? Statistics and History, both say that “WINNERS” had vision, goals and made progress to achieve their personal milestones and the accolades were showered on them for their progress. But who are winners? Are they the people who are claimed winners by the society? Are they the people who are in the history books, whose stories I had to study during school? Or are they those, who I stumbled upon in the library to quench my thirst of reading books? Then, what about the numerous others who succeeded but did not lay a claim to the big apple of fame and what about all those who fought valiantly in the face of defeat and still stood their ground, even though they fought for a lost cause? Who decides who a winner is? Just because few had a chance to showcase their name...

I opened a closed chamber today, To confront the demons I held in that, I know, it IS time… I traversed this path many a time, I know the end and as the dusk approaches, I have a journey to make, a longer journey, Into the depths of the night and into the shadows of the past, Off to the delusions of the world that is mine and mine alone… A knife in plain view, the end, painless and swift… The fork in the road and the paths detached, The forlorn thoughts and the myriad tears, Together we traverse, yet alone in our paths, Into the depths and into the cataclysms, I hear you no more, Not in the rhythm of my heart, Not in the need of my breath, I am there for you, no more, Not in the curves of your body at the dusk, Not in the lyrical hum of your heart in the morning… Alone and breathing, two hearts as one, Farewell, dear one, my heart in yours, forever more to keep or throw, I journey alone, through the Gates of Mordor… The first step I take, seals my f...

Things that keep us aloof, keep me alive, Things that keep me alive, keep me alone. Should I forgo the aloofness or the loneliness? Which is more dear and which is more near?

There is a sense of impending doom hanging around as a life balances thinly in the clutches of despair. In these situations, even a tiny hope might help a person retain the faith in the almighty, but I have a reason to challenge his games today! Clutching to the last straw of hope, I ask of him to help us retain the trust in him, at least my trust in him. Somehow, couple of years have been trying and I cannot stand another let down from his side at all. “Life stops for no one and when it does, nothing else matters”, was posted as a comment on my post recently, by a very dear friend. And how true could she get!!! I do not open my heart and wail that this cannot be happening to me, but I do wail, sometimes openly and sometimes inside for reasons unknown and it is one of those trying moments where I need to be strong for people round me, even at the behest of coming out as cold hearted. But that matters little, when things slide down a pit hole and one is in a desperate need of rope to da...