MOM....

From giving birth amid the Pain,
To holding us in her arms,
She goes through all the tests of life,
To bring us in this World.

From teaching us manners,
To how to be selflessly Loving,
She becomes our first ever role Model,
That forms our Character within.

From listening to our stories full of lies,
To create a magic of words every night,
She don't even care the time of night,
Just to wrap us in Blanket we kicked aside.

From scolding us to focus on studies,
To dancing when we got a prize,
She sacrifies her dreams to make us Worth in our lives,
It's only when you realize that, Go Hug your Mom tight.....

Love u Mom & a very Happy B'day ^_^
Spl. Post for a person who made me who am i today :)

Writing as a Relief....

I try to count the stars,
But they could never get me sleep,
As soon as i found writing as a relief.

Pouring the Pain & smile, so highly,
I don't need to shout and scream,
As soon as i found writing as a relief.

Language was invented to express,
See what i did by making it total mess,
I never trust who says'Writing is for intellect',
As soon as i found writing as a relief.

Life is an adventure, you need to take risk,
So, tighten the belt & get ready to flow against the stream,
Take out paper & pen,
Write the bombastic sentence,
Edit it several times, to get beauty out of your hands,
Never set aback,
Until you find writing as a relief.

So, write, share & express continuously.
Till then keep writing ^_^

Cannot do without...

Although, every single thing is important in our life as it supports us in every single way which ultimately take us forward in our lives but here are few things which i cannot do without :

- EXERCISE : It's absolutely vital part of my daily routine early in the morning, no matter at what time i wake up- i need exercise to calm, freshen up & keep me motivated throughout the day & if i miss it any day, i'll be in a bad mood with a dozing off feeling till the next day when i resume my routine.

-READING : This is like breathing for me - necessary for my existence. No matter how busy am in my work, i'll steal time (if it's secs, mins or hours) for it.
As Robin Sharma says ' To improve your life, you must improve your thinking' & thinking is directly proportional to BOOKS one read and cherish, importantly Good books.

-MUSIC : One of the best source of motivation + to uplift one's mood and i listen because it makes one memory sharp as well my favorite 'Never say Never' by Justin Bieber & 'Beautiful' by Eminem (Try these two u'll love it ).

-GRATITUDE : The best thing I like about it is it gives you a way to thank all your blessings & advantages that Millions lack. Importantly, for this life to do something 'Extraordinary' in one's field.

So, these are few things i cannot do without - Comment yours & don't forget to give it a big thumbs up.. Till then..

Cook-ing....

What a delicious beginning and since it's Monday, a little insight into psyche of a cook. Cooking is one of the best stress buster which is anytime available just an inch away in Our home, in the form of KITCHEN. To be honest am not a 'Cooking' Lover but love to cook when lack ideas for writing and motivation & even when am hell ANGRY with few people.

The best part of cooking is the tools especially the KNIFE (hahhahah... No escape..) I actually try to personify the vegetables as my foes to which i kindly & pleasingly CHOP (Sounds scary no...???) .
Just kidding...!!!! I cook with love even if am not in a great mood because the end product or the dish specially it's aroma cheers me up + the process gives an opportunity to think the ingredients and emotions i need to put in it. My mom always reminds me of cooking as 'An art of emotions & pure sense than mere filling up of bellies with the food'.

So, if u lack motivation today or anyother day.... Try this but with full love and you'll thank me thereafter.

#MondayMusings
#WriteDecember :)

Appreciate every good....

Little poem to let u know how much worth we all have in us....

So, go ahead & spread the word...  :)

Note : Since am trying to write everyday to make this month more beautiful, do join me on twitter with #WriteDecember :)

A thousand miles.....

A thousand miles to go....
From blankness to Fullness,
To prove that 'Void' be still laughed at.

A thousand miles to go....
To prove 'Love' can't replace money,
And money can't get you 'Love'.

A thousand miles to go....
To walk in wilderness,
To shift the focus on 'Good', something 'Natural'.

A thousand miles to go....
Before the dusk,
That ultimately end the day of Our 'Lives'.

A thousand miles to go....
Before the sun will 'Set',
That will left us in 'Darkness'.

A thousand miles to go....
To be the person one always wanted to be,
To think out of the 'Box'.

A thousand miles to go....
To recognise myself as a 'Bard',
That will make my words 'Immortal'.

Shalz :)

Do share, like and comment what your thousand miles journey will be ..... :)

           *Thanks For Reading*

Far From the crowd....

That one is Me, all lost in myself,

Thinking what it's to be far from the crowd,

To be just yourself,

I live to write, that's all i have,

Don't steal my words, just contemplate on them,

Maybe, You'll find a whole new self,

Don't crowd my ideas,

I want a focussed self,

Far from the crowd, you'll find the 'Self' you were 20 years back with a touch of Freshness, innocence and Smile :)

Stay Fresh & Young

Can I confess...????? ^_^

Literally, I've a confession to make,
Why do Indian Parents have an authority to claim.

They conquer your soul till you're a teenager,
And realize their Mission when u want to choose from - 'Science, commerce & Arts stream',
They gave a sniff of disapproval, if a girl learn science & being a boy go for Arts,
The mother always wants girl to be a commerce delight & boy - a science Nerd atlast.

Dad as always open to your thoughts,
But remain quite when you really want to talk,
'No argument, my dear child' - Your mom is absolutely right on that side.

It's when your tears even can't bring back you your dreams,
You shatter them to pieces thinking 'how could I be so mean..??? ',
When u dreamed of being big & bright,
Hence, all the career suggestions lighten up your path,
Then, they again forget 'Kid really ever have a life'.

It's when they say 'Sky is the limit',
I wonder then why am compelled to chase the crowd,
When i want to be an entrepreneur,
Then why i should be an Engineer like that.

The torture doesn't end & the family is in havoc,
Uptil u chose the college of their choice , discarding the best.

Many fingers then point on u,
They say 'He must have scored less than Sharmaji's dude'.

Limit all crossed when the son had to leave the girl,
He loved once with all his heart.

His heart died at an age so small i.e 21 , when he's arranged like non living things done.
He thus, starts to compromise & hardly understand 'The vicious circle of do's & don'ts will never let him be at Rest'.


Hence, the son started to enlighten his Son 'What u should take as a stream to be like me - Middle & dumb'

Special Note : We all love u Indian parents but please don't let a child suffocate by burdening him with a weight of your expectations.

With Love
Your Child :)

Earth-quake....!!!!

Sounds familiar isn't it. A kind of natural phenomenon where the interior of earth materials (plates) collides in a way that shakes us & our proud made structures within a minute. We tend to tremble and remember God but why....????? Doesn't Earth have a right to breath fresh air after so long , talk to us and express (though it seems to us dangerous) of her long lost glory and how she's underestimated. Obviously, a yessss.... Almost every nation has a constitution that talks of rights.... Especially right to express...

I'm seriously proud of 'Earth', she let us know where we are heading, how it's necessary to tame our constructions (we're building as a memorial when we actually knows everything will be the same constituent of same soil it came from) and importantly to understand, it's high time we should re-view our pride & superiority. There's a saying in Hindi 'Har baap ka ek baap hota h' - exactly the same. Am really not criticizing the humans but i believe we really need to give little space & wisdom to ourselves so if ever a massive destruction occurs, we can handle it calmly instead of taming every part of nature to our comfort.


We need to understand 'Earth' is like a cute little baby of 2 who needs care, a sense of belonging and parents who can love her unconditionally. She's little naughty at times (I accept) but afterall we can adapt ourselves to the baby (Isn't it with our real family as well) instead of taming her freedom . See Earth is smiling on the very thought of it, it's time for us to tell we can care for her, we'll company her till you're mature enough to take decisions of your own and whether we exist a more hundred years or not she will still miss us as creatures unforgettable with moist eyes.

So shout out we all Love u 'Earth' and let her express.... :)

When Lizzie grabs a Burger ....

A hot summer noon and Lizzie was all restless for her food, regardless of her dieting schedule which she wish to end sooner- a system so demonic to her that restrain her mercilessly from her favorite food that gave her survival vala feelings.

Her slim , thin body with a structure of 36' 24' 36' like any other Earth girl who seemed to flaunt about her body. Lizzie too wants the same as she has gained considerably since few months but when she came to know there's  a scope of her being model, she decided to be part of Beauty contest 2015. Bs, from there she had a diet planner that plans all she eat to reform her eating habits along with her structure to win that contest.

Her present diet has less meat and more veggies against she used to have , so one day the diet planner called her to meet where he declared she needs more of sea food this time.
'Sea food, from where will i get sea food... Do i need to dive into the sea to find sea food... ????'
'No, Lizzie you can have that from your nearest store but it's important to burn your 500 calories sooner that add ugliness to your slim body' said the diet planner.

All worried Lizzie went to her house to rest her aching head and called Lanny her friend to find help but to her surprise she know nothing about sea food and no nothing from where to get it. Her heart broke she adjusted her gown and went up to her bed 3 storeys up and sleep.

All of a sudden at midnight , she woke up, her vision all hazy looked around when she finally saw some activity going on the ground level, she stood and went there.

She couldn't figure out the scenario much but what she could see is a monument - yeah, big enough had several layers with green substance and a brown inside that's just sticky enough to shoo her. She stood still for a second to see her tasty snack- flies all around the object which she grabbed in a go and finally decided to lick that monument which when melted in her tongue tastes like hell.... She loved the substance. She afterwards discovered it to be Burger that took her heart away. She forget all about her diet and contest and wake all night to complete that stuff which she think a new land discovered by a Lizzard & hope to be popular among her community for that.....

See... Hunger is something even Lizzie like people can't restrain from so next time you'll diet make sure you won't find an undiscovered food stuff ..... :P :P

THE UNRESERVED......

                           
 I took a road, all by myself,
I hardly gave an inch about it.

My parents told me to believe in myself,
and i keep on going just right.

The moment i entered my school,
I had many friends regardless of their sides.

I adore everyone as my brother or sister all alike,
We slowly started growing a bit.

We completed our schools with pride,
To venture further & to our respective aims in our lives.

But the blow that hit me hard first,
wasn't really to be away from their sights,
But to see everyone of us being inhumanly categorized,
To divide us not by our capabilities but with our castes,
That seemed to me unfair even so far.

I swallow the pain and still get on with it unbiased,
even though my dream college was just out of sight.

My parents backed me well, and instructed me to work hard again as well.

I did as told and burn the midnight oils, 
Still when it comes to my job- I was fired,
not because i performed worse,
but because i was a sinful 'Unreserved'.

I again suppress my anger towards the system,
that had blindfolded the entire nation,
to work harder, harder and even harder again this time.

Finally, when i got the job,
I was all in spirits and light,
but someone pinched me & asked ' Why don't you
work hard the last time....????'

The pain was all like a waterfall,
that forced it's passage through some words,
I tried hard to explain the reason behind that,
but unfortunately the person lost the temper and told me i talk all crap.

The blow hit me even harder when i realized,
even promotion chances are less on my side.
I felt like i was born in a wrong family,
because all seems to talk about being 'Reserved' and                                                       delight.

After yrs of work, when i finally retired,
My son in UK asked ' Why can't I come back home...???'
'It's difficult to stay here and regret for the potential                                                  unrealized'; My son,
Thus he asked 'Being 'Unreserved' is a sin or a crime...?????'  
I kept wondering whether to answer or let it go.....

Note : No personal offence on any one but just an opinion a person without reservation is going through. Do comment, like, share and be humble while you criticize.  

Letter from 'Sam'.....

Yes.... I am the one who's in love with the wind, sunlight, water and all the elements that  the Mother Earth contains. Yes, am the one 'Sam'.

I live around in an age where pet animals are given lot more feed and care than i'm. Oh...!!!! don't think am an orphan... No.. no... I have
my parents but they miss  me less,talk to me less and thus,nurture me like any other non-living  things/creatures.  I tried hard to communicate to them so that they know am suffering and  a lot, not only  because of their ignorance but lack of mutual understanding we share.

                                                      
I even got depressed once due to my pathetic state but then my caretakers come and bow towards me slightly to caress my head, to share their loneliness and to see me grow so as to become something better in my life.

 That moment actually revived the dead within me- the thing that was decaying deep down inside me that compels me to end on it's own. I ensured myself that those people are not bad but quiet hollow from inside maybe, a void that keeps them away from me and when they have no option they show themselves up to make their heart and life better.

                         
To no amazement, most of the people exploited me and my ways. At times, they question my existence, they sold me just for a penny or two but there are people who hugged me even though i meant nothing to them - no blood relation nothing at all maybe, they pour their affection due to approaching 
danger still i got a glimpse of love to decipher.

My neighbors hardly saw me going out, they think i am a recluse but they hardly observe the wind that comes everyday to play and dance with me that energies my whole body. They forget the sun rays that only seems to penetrate them in summers but for me they are the Golden rays that calls the birds, beings and beast to caress and love me. They are actually blindfolded with the fact that water comes to let me feel calm and work with serenity even in a depressed state.

I know these creatures will soon regret my departure from this beautiful world that i add upon because sooner i'll achieve my salvation for my 

generosity and flexibility in life that helped many. I love my parents and caretakers a lot so before i depart i'll give them their fruits of labor - sweet and comforting. I'll soon be found not on Earth but in pictures that slide from one corner of the world to the other.

I am 'Sam'- no other ordinary human beings who teaches 

importance of life but forget me....who's just labelled me 'A Tree'. Yes, you hear it right just a tree who's dying to shout out my misery because of you all careless parents of mine who comes  just to enjoy the solitude and beauty but hardly remember your responsibilities for me who has provided you all with endless benefits from time immemorial.

I wrote this letter with tears in my eyes so that you'll read it and maybe this will touch your heart but i know you'll be back in your technological 

world soon and forget that i ever exist to share your boredom, to converse with you and whenever you need me and most importantly for your healthy existence.

If ever you love 'Sam' spread my words and don't forget to grow more 'Sams' so that the world continue to exist even though i'll soon die a Martyr death.

                                                                        

                                                                               With Love

                                                                           Your Sam

Do share your views on Sam's letter and share it as far as you can to let his voice be heard and his existence known... don't forget to comment, like and be humble if you criticize :)

It has to die and so it does....

She sat in the Starbucks cafe, sipping her coffee and staring out of the window.
The blood stained knife lay next to her handbag ,covered with her blue silk scarf.
She was least scared to let that die. She has deliberately left it to starve and
eventually end up, as it was her only wish that she need to fulfill. After paying for
the coffee, she left for her casual daily routine. She teaches in an NGO every Friday
and her best time was when she spend it with those kids who had none to call their own.
 During her story telling session she got a message on her cell that she has been selected
for the best counselor from INDIA to represent in United Nations followed by a lecture
to enlighten.

She was no upper class girl when she met the fate or say her destiny that drastically
changed her entire life. Born in a lower middle class family she was 3rd in her family
of 7 members from Delhi. Her childhood was full of parental conflict, economic insecurity
 and in a kucchha house somewhere near Seemapuri. She was the 3rd girl in the family so
 every night she saw violence being bestowed on her mother by her drunk father and the perk
was given to her mother by her grandparents in the form of abusive language. Somehow, she
survived even out of pressure and cursed by elders to her mother- 'let the born child be dead
if ever it be a girl child'. Her stars favored her in that case. But her journey would be full of
thorns, since childhood she was not given the love and care she deserved, only her mother
adored her by  calling her 'Pari'. She never understood the significance of the
name but somehow accepted it.

'It pains she screamed and sobbed' conflicting mind was averting the act. She was unconscious
 for the time being before one of her friend woke her up to give her a glass of water that when
 reached her throat increased the friction within.
'It pains at first, don't worry you'll get used to it sooner' declared her friend. That moment
 she was in utter confusion is she the same friend who helped her, when she was first
caught in the web of prostitution. She made sure that it gonna help her family and specially
her mother as she wanted to take her mother out of that hell forever.

'Pari, where are you Pari... don't hide just drink this glass of milk beta' her mother politely
asking Pari to end hide and seek.
'No mamma find me out and i'll do as you say'. Following the voice she grabbed Pari's arm out
 of the table, she was hiding underneath. She remember the time when she was naughty enough
to let her mother ran after her everytime she feed her. Day was good enough for both her mother
and herself as Pari's father and grandfather went out for day's work while her grandmother
spend most of the time in temples praying for a son this time. But night always brought the same
horror everytime. After attaining the age of 6, she was admitted to a nearby govt. school as her
mother always wanted her to be educated enough to be self-dependent. She never wanted any of
her daughter in a pile of gutter as she was in.

'Ahhh.... ayeeee... oooo.... ahhhhhhhh....' she screamed and sobbed the next time again while having
an intercourse with a stranger who came to the brothel for fun. As soon as the man was over, he
kicked Pari brutally while leaving which further let her groan on her state. She gathered her strength
and took her clothes to cover her body that was now sore. She went to the bathroom and put her head
under the tap to let wash off the sins of the brutal man. She remembers the time when she was just
10 yrs old when she decided to ran away from her house in a tempo that finally landed her in a brothel.
She was even unaware of the place for a time being when she made a friend who told her the
danger of the temptation that the head of brothel was providing to Pari. But when at an age of 18 she
first encountered the dark side of the love that appeared to be bestowed upon her... she went
dumbstruck. She hardly remembered her parents or place from where she came from.

'Pari, tell me the alphabets' asked her school teacher.
' A for apple, B for Ball, C for Cat.....' she answered it very confidently as she was good in learning.
Her mother was happy with the pace at which she was learning, even her teacher told
her mother she'll be something great one day. At home Pari used to teach even her mother
the Hindi alphabets and few words to read from the textbook. Her mother was proud of her but
then one day her father all drunk beat her up while trying to save her mother out of that devil
clutches. That day she felt her mother was suffering all just because her father work and earn
for the family. She decided to earn that day but she was just 10 yrs old oblivious of the world and
it's system around.

She slapped herself till she was exhausted for not remembering anything regarding her family. Finally,
when she was done she went up to the head and declared she can't bear that anymore & she just wanted
to get out of it sooner.
'Is it that easy Pari...???' interjected the head 'What about the money which estimate around 2-3 lacs
i spend on your buying + your daily expenses on your food, clothes and your make up...?????'
'I'll pay every single penny but i can't bear that pain anymore... please.....' said Pari , her hands folded
in a request.
'Get out of here and back to your room, i've one more client for you tonight... get ready'. On her
resistance she was dragged by few girls probably senior to her in that business and beaten up till
she lost her consciousness.

She don't know the ways and means to earn as wherever she went she was laughed out for being a child
and too being a girl who had delicate hands for work. So, she walked her way and cried hard before she
could figure out she was in a strange place. She looked around and was frightened by the bark of a
street dog that probably wanted no stranger in his area. To save her life she went in a tempo parked
by the roadside and slept.

'That night she was almost done with it... she decided to ran off', she had no other way out of that hell.
She took a match stick lighted it up and burn the clothes in her cupboard along with her own saree she
 was wearing. Seeing the smoke everyone rushed to her room then she scared all to burn with the fire
on her saree so none barred her way and she just ran out in streets. Ran till she was sure she was not
being followed or out of that place and was no more near within kms of that place.

She woke up at midnight and screamed to find herself under the piles of hay when the driver came &
figured her out. He was drunk so knew nothing what was to be done to the girl so he sold her to a
brothel in Kolkata where he had to deliver the mangoes. He got a good price of around 2 lacs. But
Pari's fate was sealed. Meanwhile, her mother searched for her everywhere and ended up thinking she
died forever.

She reached a handpump to blew up the fire that had burned 30% her leg but she was happy to be out
of the hell. Her life took a U turn from that phase when she met a volunteer of an NGO that assisted
her further. Though she was in constant threat of the brothel members but this time her fate helped
her out and thus, she started her education, she went up for graduation she never ever thought she
would in her life and took more interest in psychology which she pursued for research purposes. She
understood clearly the circumstances prevailing when she went out with the mentality to work at an age
0f 10.

'And now let me present the talented Pari... give her a huge round of applaud' her name announced at
U.N list of best counselor around the world. She got up and walked confidently towards the stage.
'Good evening everyone, the journey from being in a slum to being here receiving an applaud from
around the world was not easy. My main motive is to help the children who divert from their ways due
to undue circumstances and to let every girl of INDIA to be educated enough to support herself in
every situation. I lost my mother but i found the real me and my motive that i would like to pursue till
my last breath. Thank You.' her speech was followed by a huge praise of her life and skills.

She remember the blue scarf that was epitome of her past she had murdered forever to move forward
in her life. Now she had a motive and a caring husband whom she met while attending her research
classes. She always wished no girl should suffer the pain she experienced in her 18. She understood the
meaning of 'Pari' i.e. an angel that brought happiness to the lives around her and she was clearly doing
that....... 

Golden Love.... Writing their story from the start.

The day their eyes met - the old radio just tuned in to the song 'Ishq vala love' that actually fix them together before they were interrupted by their neighbor Nisha who was there for some pickle and she knew Yadeshwari made tasty and spicy pickle that has even added flavor to her own life at present. She's newly married to Rajesh and both shifted to the small town of Punjab that is full of green and serene beauty.
'So, how did you guys get married ...????' asked Nisha excitedly.
'It's like love marriage'. Yash get back to the days both met together. I lived in Delhi with my children and grand children in old house in Delhi 6. I remember clearly the day was all cloudy beside it thundered alot before the rain poured to sooth burning souls in our heart. Rajesh's family was in a hurry to shift to their new place just the building in front of ours. Their luggage had already arrived but the house was yet to be managed. I was watching their hustle bustle from my balcony after which i descended the stairs to invite the entire family for lunch. Children just rush towards our house, even the adults were in hurry to escape rain but we both just struck in between gazing each other like never before and both were wet in secs. I directed him towards my house and we just had formal introduction with everyone there. we had lunch together and easily became friends.My grandchildren were more happy to have new playmates to share their toys with. It was absolutely new experience of something- i just can't figure out.
We started being good neighbors- i never knew he was so good in sports after i actually entered his room where his medals, shields and momentums posses a corner of his heart to his favourite sport- Lawn Tennis. We developed a habit of exchanging our views and ideas every sunday when all our children and grandchildren left us for a picnic or tour. We started sharing a bond that tied atleast our sundays together. He loves ginger tea and that too prepared by me- strange no... we met just a week ago.
In our sunday talks we try more to fill our void and heart by sharing our concerns as well as our respective deceased patners who supported us well till the end. I certainly don't know how it comes to his mind one day that he said " I love u, Yash". I was startled with that statement. He knew it well we are old enough to pursue Love or like feelings.
'I just wanted to be with you, Yash' said Rajesh.
'You know Raj, it's difficult ...i mean it's just not possible and really not a good time to fall in love' sighed Yash. That day i was in dilemma - whether to listen to my heart's calling or my family. I collected myself to atleast talk once about it from my family.
'What are you guys mad...????' interjected our children from both the sides 'atleast think about society they will ridicule us to let your parents married at an age of 60'. They all parted their ways without thinking once about our inner void that was killing us everyday. Gradually we started even seeing less of each other and involve ourselves as much as possible on sundays.
' It's too much, Yash!!!' peeped Rajesh from the window of my room. I was reading with my glasses on. He just frightened me with his appearance from the window.
' You.. how you even manage to be in that state.. am telling you don't cry with a back ache you'll be experiencing after getting down' I laughed at my Romeo in a state that suits young couples to be in.
'Comm'n get me in first'
' Okay okay.. ginger tea'
'Ah.. yes my beautiful lady..Btw what was you reading..???'
'Shakespeare's  Romeo and Juliet'
' Lovely let's run away.. our children are sick from mind and heart' Pleaded Rajesh. I did nothing just to laugh at his weird ideas.
'So you guys again together... you have any shame or not..???' inquired my elder son as soon as he saw us together.
'Listen it's just ....' before Rajesh could complete his sentence he was pushed out of the house forcefully and the scene was hardly bearable to me. I slapped my child immediately for being rude to a person elder to him. In result he shifted to another place and unwillingly i had to go along with my family. We almost parted our ways as i never even try to contact him so as not to hurt my children more.

Days went ... Months passed and ultimately it was exactly one year when me & Rajesh met. It was a fine day, after lunch i went inside my room for a nap and all of a sudden i felt something under my bed... Initially i ignored but gradually it increased, i was shocked to feel the shakes under me putting everything upside down. I somehow managed to alert my children so that they can leave the house on time but as soon as i was about to vacate the house- the roof collapsed on me.
The moment i opened my eyes i saw myself in a different place i was unable to recall. I struggled hard to be up from the bed but due to severe bruises on my body, my efforts were all in vain. Meanwhile one girl came and asked me to rest well as i inquired about the situation, she told me i was in a relief camp within the outskirts of Delhi. Disaster had shattered almost everyone - children left orphan, women widowed, men searching for their families and less food, shelter - everyone seemed to be in utter chaos and disappointment. I decided to get well soon and help others to recover from the trauma as soon as possible.
After few days doctors declared me fit to volunteer others. I asked the organization and they consented for the same as far as i was not stressing myself in the process. I started talking to people , trying to comfort them and usually played with kids to keep their memories away from the pain. I found soon that my family is safe and had already left for Ambala to re-start their lives. I never thought of calling them again to ask them to pick me up and as expected they were hardly interested in that. So i continued to serve people same like me homeless, in search of familial love and care.
At the end of inspection one day i found a man who had embraced his knees and was babbling something i can't tell. I approached him for a friendly talk and to see if he needed something. The moment i tried to say something he just turn his head away and ignored me. I retry to make him comfortable but he started pulling off his hairs in rebel. I talked about the man to the other volunteers who told me he was so traumatized that he had lost his mental balance and told me to stay away from him as he could harm anyone any way. I decided to talk to him as i was there to serve the traumatized not to be a mute spectator.
Next day when doctor left after his medical check up, i went to him and caress on his head to let him feel i was no danger to him. He slowly and steadily turned his face around to give me a smile and i was shocked to see him.
'Rajesh... are you okay...???' I hold his arms and cried. Other volunteers were shocked to see my behavior but i was happy to get him no matter in which state. I requested my team to let me care for him as he's my relative. And the happy days begins... i wake him up everyday, we eat together, play together, talk together and at night like a child he insisted to sing to let him off to sleep. I was in regular touch with the Doctor treating him- he was doing his best to let him out of that state through medicines and i through my love and care.
Gradually it worked, he initially started to have control over his body parts, speech and finally brain. After no. of therapies he finally recognized me and i was ecstatic. He made it.... I was happy until his children came to take him back but to my surprise he negated straightaway. we discuss the matter and he just ended the conversation with ' It was you , Yash who supported me when i needed someone of my own. No argument...'.

After few days we thanked the organization and just ventured out for a home but decided to leave Delhi forever , so the place we settled to was Punjab - where we got married as per the rituals of Hindu religion. 'We too had our honeymoon' blushed Yash while narrating. Nisha was in tears when Yash narrated her story as she had to leave the lovely couple for her higher studies in Delhi but with a promise to be back as soon as possible.
Nisha finally decided to be back after a year to their place where she saw the house with a name plate : "In memory of Mr. Rajesh & Mrs. Yadeshwari- Disha : an orphanage" that both have started after they got married to serve what they had and more in times to come. It was early morning when Nisha arrived at the place so she rested herself upon a stone at a distance to hear the chirping of birds that seems to be re-telling the story of their "Golden Love"  :)

Love has no age, no boundaries and no definite time- it can happen anywhere, anytime so make sure you love selflessly and truly to make even yours a "Golden Love" :) :)

Love Hurts....

                    Love Hurts.... Too much...!!!!!

'I was a distorted personality when i first met him' and was sure to fall in love with him soon after he asked me for a dance but happens exactly opposite - I throw a plate on his head, so frustrated, so uncomfortable & suffocated I felt at that party. The party was organized by one of my best friend, I told her i won't be able to attend but she insisted.
           'Hiiii, Shristi' My friend hugged me hard as she was happy to see me there. The party went usual until that young fellow saw me all alone on a side to approach for a dance. Ha..!!!! Dance & me.... And that tragedy happened. I thereafter apologized for giving him a wound scar on his forehead but he was calm and with a smile on his face ' It's all okay, Just hurt a bit .. I'll ensure the mood of the girl before asking'. I left the place and was happy with my teddy bear in my room along with a pen & paper to repent for my bad temper. I forget everything within a week and everything was usual.... Fight between my mom and dad, shrieking voices that won't let me rest a moment that led to a psychological problem am facing is due to their gift they gave me everyday in this form. I don't understand why people actually got married.... Though I managed to pen it down and study further so that I'll be able to escape this hell situation forever. I scored well and was able to pursue my dream course well . Again suggested: What to do or what not to do.. ???? Though i did what i always wanted to.
             On the very first day i got to know the meaning of the word 'ragging' as few notorious tried it on me, I was just about to leave the situation when i saw him again in front of me..
'Hiiii, how are u..???? Manav this side remember.... That party...that scar...'
'Oh...ya... Hiii... Shristi ,am fine. Hope you're good and your scar too' i tried to mock him in a way to avoid. We just left for our respective classes thereafter. Days and weeks passed we don't see each other or our ways never collide anymore yet again ...... Oh!!!! No...
             I recently got enrolled myself to volleyball classes so that i can distract myself from familial issues and tensions . I never know .... I swear... I just try to defend the ball coming from the other side of the net and it travels a long way and landed on his head and he just fainted. I never know he was just going to his class and i hit him once more , though unknowingly..... If i continue like this i'll break his skull for sure : my mind murmured to myself in disgust. The moment he gained consciousness he saw and just laughed out: 'Your shots never miss a goal... Well done again' he tried to make me laugh as i was in such a tensed state among the group but i was embarrassed.
'I am sorry again. I don't mean to hurt you I swear' I pleaded for his forgiveness or verdict on the thing i did.
'On one condition ... Let's meet for a coffee'
'I am busy these days actually sports trials, studies & all ... I fear.... ' I just made an excuse to avoid him.
'Okays then during break in the canteen... Meet you tomorrow'. He waved his hand and i was furious enough to actually break his skull but somehow managed to control my temper.
          We met as planned. I was late, though but he welcomed me with a broad smile. I promised myself to be calm and calm as far as possible. He started the conversation and i , like a passive listener listens & laughed to his sense of humor. I finally bid him bye for my next class. That day i was calm and happy not because of his humor but thinking i hurt him twice and he so calm and cheerful to ask me for a coffee. A strange Guy for sure.
           The day of my sports trial and here i saw him cheering me for the same, i managed to get through it. It feels splendid and i thanked him with a coffee in return. And thus, it all started- Arrh.... Our coffee Addiction.... and then we started meeting up , he even company me through my state level matches where i lost and had to satisfy with a bronze. I was broken yet frustrated but as usual he calmed me down. I was happy as he understands me more than anyone else but problem begins when this liking shifts to Love.
         I was oblivious he had a girlfriend which upset me even more but gradually i accepted it and move on... With my sports and classes, now we meet less as he was busy in his dance competition with his girlfriend. We talk less until one day approached me for a favor to be his dance patner as his gf was suffering from chicken pox.
          'Oh.. No..' I said i was perplexed as this was the weakest point i ever had.
'I know you can do this... Please'
'Okay'... We started the dance practice it was contemporary one with fusion of ballad in it. With high heels on, i make a move towards him... And shitttt i actually pierced his toes with my 6 inc heel and he yelled for help. I tried to help him but he dismissed me with a rebuke. I wept hard still murmuring,' I told him even though he took a risk'.
          He called me to say 'Sorry' but i was sure i'll never be around him but he insisted and thus we started the practice again. Our moves matched this time and chemistry too. When love rules our soul then body functions accordingly , we won the contest. As soon as the competition was over i parted my way as i don't want to hurt myself.
         Life went as usual uptil 14th February - Valentine's Day , the day i hated the most and i saw him with bouquet of rose in front of me which he brought to propose me. I was shocked yet confused ,'You had a gf..  What's this..???'
'No, one is supposed to be my gf after accepting it ... Yes i had one but she left me as she loved someone else and was with me out of my humble nature'
'So sad but give yourself some time to rethink as relationships do fail and will fail for sure' I admitted.
         'Oh..  No... Is this 'Love' how much i hated it' stated Manav.
         'Sorry, honey i was on a call .... Love you as alwz' answered Shristi who recently spoiled Manav's office shirt with coffee. Yes..  They tied together as cute married couple right after both realized their souls unite and capable of eternal 'LOVE' but that love hurts Manav the most ..... :D :D
           

             Memory down the lane....

Memory - one of the finest wonders of the world that reminds us of not even our past but of all the day to day scenarios we see and experience. You can say it's a bonus gift by God to the human being that keeps us going, reminding who we are and whom (people & relations) to relay upon.

Think about an Apocalypse in which everything seems to be shaking, as in Earthquake but not underneath the Earth's core but our inner core of the body and all of a sudden every being on Earth forget everything- just like a permanent loss of memory...... Of course, in movies it does happens to the protagonist due to drastic accident or stroke .... What if it happens to all of us ????

It'll just be like Rebirth - we all will be free, we tend to be back to Early man age , Every new action will be discovery,  we don't have any identity , we'll have no work to be done, no targets to be met , no religion to be followed , no typo rules , no bans..... Hahha..... We'll be like Pk oblivious , innocent and in search of our things back and within that process will realize our mistakes. Hopefully will focus more on good issues then.

I bet most of the global concerns will be over if that happens..... It'll be like "Nothing happens, nothing comes and nothing goes" ( famous lines from waiting for Godot- Samuel Beckett). I wish one day this gonna happen & a new world will be formed. Till then let's all get our memories back and focus on our respective works.... See ya.... :) :)

                     An Ambush...

Amid all the chaos in the world - tensions, worries, breakups, job etc... There's only one saviour of the man kind- that's a "Burger".... Yes...!!!! You hear it right. Oh...!!!! Don't laugh at him okay.
           Burger a ruler from the other world named 'Maso' - a generous , kind hearted , reluctant but believe in the theory of expansion had set out in our world from time immemorial. He wants to rule our world but as every person has its competitors so do he. Once , he was discussing a course of policy with his fellow rank people on "How to invade Earth" and all of a sudden coffee stood up to explain how his majesty have already gripped the appetite of people sitting around there ... In their chairs for long and supposed to be working ( and how hungrily ordered his majesty) , coffee gives a giggle about it.

             "You're right coffee... But think we've still to convince those people who either oppose us or restrain us" said proudly the cold drink. Birger stood up and declared with this discourse I can only say that we still have to go a long way to conquer those greedy & hungry world people. With this the court was dispersed.

                 One thing still troubled Burger the most and it is an invasion from the person he hates entirely. Then with an utter darkness accompanied  by thunderstorm appeared - The absolute Don "Pizza" with his attendants 'Maggie' and 'Pasta'. Now, Pizza =Burger , i mean both are powerful enough to bring disaster in our world.

                 "You're mistaken Burger, you can't rule the world"
                  "Well Pizza maybe, but will make sure your existence hardly matters to those tiny creatures on Earth"

                 Pizza and Burger had initiated a war that lasted a decade with no explicit results , just destortion of their taste .... Finally the Ambassadors of both the Estate came up with peace treaty. Burger send Coffee & Cold drink to Pizza where both of them suggested of joining hands to further addict the Earth forever with their power while Pizza send Maggie & Pasta along with French fries to the Burger with an idea of being more crispy , tastier , full of spices & variations so as to fit in every hook and corner of the world.

               A treaty was signed b/w Pizza and Burger ensuring the conditions discussed above and that are possible threat to Earth dwellers as they've increased their consumption & are becoming obsessed with these thereby reducing the lifespan, making them more listless to even think nothing creative than this....

                Comm'n Earthy people Let's pledge not to leave them ( as they're tasty right...??? ) but to counter attack them with more exercise, will power and good diet habits. Pardon me i've to go and grab my Pizza .... Help yourself.... See ya.... :) :)

     The Unexpected Guest....

Ever had a guest ???? Of course, you'll affirm to the statement but ever a guest as Riya and Ranjit had.....Guest a term so pure , get all of us excited and too increases our responsibility.Afterall in India we believe in "Athithi Devo Bhava" or guest compared no less to God.
        A year before :
Ranjit and Riya like any other couple in love, optimistic and confident set out in their spheres to gain success before they settle down at Dehradhun.The shifting process was quiet hectic but Alas...!!!! All was done.They were happy as they got a beautiful house on the outskirts of greenry and tranquility. Riya left the job in order to take care of her husband even more but eventually started feeling a void inside her heart.

"Ranjit I feel this house is so empty just we & at times it's only me...."
"Ya Riya but I need time so that I can take care with full responsibility for u & our baby".
"Hmmm....I understand".

The weather doesn't seemed to be good and it rained so hard accompanied by someone unexpected. Both glued their eyes on t.v for the latest broadcast and for any warning signals. All of a sudden someone knocks at the door as if so impatient, in  hurry or probably in danger.Ranjit opened the door and saw an old man wet from tip to toe , begging
for something which was hardly audible so he took the man inside - comforted him, give him soup to drink and clothes to wear. He was shivering with cold , within a few seconds just fell asleep and woke up with the conversation b/w Riya & Ranjit. He stood up and was just about to depart when Ranjit insisted him to stay because of the weather that could land the old man in danger.

"But my son am already indebt to you. I ju...jus...just...." His words halted as he saw Riya.
"Oh ..pls uncle stay we'll be happy" pleaded Riya.His eyes shone as if he got something precious as gems.All 3 of them started conversation on place, weather and their lives.

The best part of the Hills is You encounter astounding experiences physically, spiritually and at times something you can't explain logically. Both Riya & Ranjit oblivion of the same decided to keep the old man with them as Riya feels good serving him throughout the day. The old man started narrating tales to Riya in free time and slowly & steadily she absorbs everything that was being narrated to her- fascinations of Hills, Vampires , darkness and Men turning wolf on new moon day. She listened intensely when he narrated then laugh out those stories in her mind, unaware that he's actually gripping her mind and most importantly her sub-conscious mind. One night when Ranjit was out for a day or two as he because of his work. She was cooking in the kitchen when she felt a hand over her shoulder-as soon as she turned there was none. She thought it to be her hallucinations and get down to work again. She & the old man ate their dinner and retire to their rooms. As soon as she laid down, she felt asleep and heard a scratching sound probabaly someone was doing it with his long nails as if to penetrate her. She woke up , drank water and saw everything was usual. She got up & checked the old man's room and as she was returning she sensed again a hand over her right shoulder, she freezed ,petrified and with her heart pounding she turned and "phewww....!!!!" She gave a sigh of relief on seeing the old man.
The next day , not in a good mood because of her last night experience she wanted to avoid the old man story but like an iron get magnetized to it. Today he told her about spirits, their warnings and showed her a cardboard- which was rectangular in shape , had hexagonal drawn over it with a pointed star in between. "If u ever want to contact spirits just take a coin, put your index finger on it and chant 'show up' until you get to know who's standing in front of you. Here keep this", said the old man. They both went up to their rooms to rest thereafter.
This time again she woke up in the middle of the night hearing to that scratch sound but this time accompained by a voice.... She couldn't figure it out but woke up all in sweat, panic and then she heard a laugh - a mad laugh. Recollecting her courage she went to see and she could not believe her eyes- the old man sitting on the floor outside the lawn laughing madly, his eyes all blood red and he was feeding himself on a rabbit's flesh, his entire mouth filled with blood of the animal and what was terrifying was the entire lawn was converted into a graveyard and he amid those Graves. She just ran, ran and ran until she got to her room and bolted the doors-crying & crying she got fainted ,just got up with a sudden knock at the door the next morning with Ranjit voice calling out to her. As soon as she opened the door she hugged him and cried& cried out of fear and blurr state of mind.
"Get that old man out of our house now. He's all evil Ranjit...." Sobbed Riya.
"What..??? I was about to ask u where is he..????" She finally perplexed decided to tell everything to Ranjit. "I want to find that man Ranjit...i don't know but ..." Her words halted but her heart says she wants to solve that mystery.
"Comm'n Riya he's gone. Pls don't think about him, comfort yourself and tomorrow we'll be going to a psychiatrist. Ok...Now get some sleep.Goodnight". And what Ranjit saw Riya to be that night he was worried for her even more. This night again she woke up with that sound but this time she was imitating the old man and altogether unconsciously, feeding upon an animal....
In the morning he pretend that everything's normal though he knew in what state he found Riya, all fainted.
"Let's find the old man Riya" said Ranjit as if he knew her mental state could only be recovered when she get her answers. They went up to the police with a missing complaint and the cop asked them to describe the old man so that his sketch artist could draw him. Week passed but no information came but then one day both were called by the cop. Both of them was shocked to see the computer screen of the cop and yelled " Oh....!!!! Shit...." The computer screen showed the detail of the old man which says he's dead past 20 years. Now the puzzle had tensed both of them.
Then Riya took a decision to call his spirit as she remembered the cardboard he gave to her. "Are you mad Riya. U know how dangerous these things are...???"
"I have no option Ranjit see me... Am getting crazy day by day...i have to do this".
"This could even land you in a problem. No... I ...just can't let you go".
"What if i never recover ....??? Pls understand. Tomorrow stay out at night I'll make it or die that's it" boldly gestured Riya.
The next day night and she was all determined to make it, she followed every ritual before sitting on her black mat, cardboard in front of her and a coin in her hand. She started chanting to call the old man's spirit and when the clock struck 12' she heard the same scratching sound but she continued as she want answers.
All of a sudden other voices calm down and heard the old man voice ....
"Tell me old man who are you..??? Why you choose me or my house. I want to know everything...."asked Riya.
"I am prakash. I lived in Punjab. I did everything for my family, kids and to be worth but see what i got at the end-humiliation, ignorance and a death full of miseries. My children confined me in a store room like any other scrap and i die unfulfilled in an asylum remembering how much useless i was. My mental state deteriorated to the extend i saw myself being buried alive among the graves in a graveyard...".
"But how does all this related to me...???"
"It is .... Because you're my daughter. I did everything but forgot about you & your mother.." Sobbed the old man.
"Oh..!!! You shut up....my father died long back before i was born in an accident down the hill".
"No, Riya I survived that. But just for an entire year lost my memory but when i regained it, i was married to the daughter of the man who saved me and from then i never looked back. Am your defaulter Riya & that of ur mother. Forgive me so that i can rest all in peace....and am here for that only", Shocked Riya fell to the ground and cried hard on her discovery. All these years she thought she had no father but here ....controlling her emotions she said "I don't find any significance in giving you & me pain anymore. You came back just for me showed you never betrayed us..." Soon she said those words and the old man vanished forever & ever. Later on she came to know that she was unconscious for the past 2 days, all to herself and doctors had suspected her to be in coma. But Alas... She got to her senses and even solved the puzzle. She was sad she never had seen her father but was happy she has Ranjit with her to care and share.

Now Riya has recovered from her mental state and it seems she has no more void in her heart as she has a cute baby girl to take care of. Now she welcomes every guest and no more fear the unexpected guest.... *The End*

        IN LOVE WITH PANI PURI.....

Panipuri the word that brings water to our mouth as soon as we hear about it. Think of two persons who are in love just because of this.... weird no...???? Well as far as it's history is concerned it was originated in Magadha region of India presently called as South Bihar they name it as "Phulka" but
in North India it's called Gol Gappa or Watery Bread in English.
                           The day he saw her on pani puri stall he fell in live with her. The way she was putting the whole lot in her mouth , her cheeks seemed to fill with air , her earrings rectangular in shape absolutely dangling as if to say "Hiiii" to the boy named "Raj" . Suddenly she coughed as it was extremely spicy , she was searching for her handkerchief . He just passed through her way and stooped to pick that up for her which was his own. He actually handed his own handkerchief to her and in return "Naina" said "Thank You so much". The beautiful voice pierced his heart and gave him a  wake up call that yes...!!!! she's the girl he always dreamed of. Raj was about to depart when she called him and apologized that it was not her handkerchief ," Actually I forgot to have one". She extended her hand to introduce herself ,"Hey I am Naina".
 "Hi i'm Raj" ( nam to sunna he hoga) he giggled inside his head. There after both went their own ways. Lives went on as usual for both , Raj was in Love with Naina but he thought first sight love is
something stupid though.
                                      "OMG...!!!! Is it Ravinder Singh's I too had a love story" inquired Naina to the reading guy just sitting in front of her as she was big fan of love stories.
                                         "Yes it is. Thinking what amazing is in these kind of novels"
                                                   
                                         "Hey Naina right..???"
                                         "ya... you must be R.... Ra... Raj"  Raj joins so as to remind her of his identity. What a coincidence both boarding to Jaipur for a Literature Festival and absolutely oblivious what came out of it altogether. And it all started.... comm'n the series of conversations.... Love takes time and great efforts. Meanwhile train stopped for 15 mins at a station for passengers to have something.
                                                       "wanna have something...????" asked Raj
                         
 "No not really I want that book" smiles Naina.
 Raj went out to have something and Naina reading the copy of Love Story. Finally both reached their destination and goodbyes each other in a hope to see again. Jaipur Literature festival.... a huge opportunity for both budding and professional writers to share one roof to discuss on the writings that are thrilling, romantic or other genres. Finally it happened that wasn't expected the topic of discussion was "Love Story Vs Mystery Novels" if you ask me it's hard to pick a one because I love both genres. So it's Naina's turn first to speak out her views.
                                                      "A very warm welcome to one and all present it's my privilege to present my view point here in front of you all. According to me both genres are absolutely brilliant within their spheres but I think that Love Stories are far better than mystery novels as in this Era of world wars, civil wars and intercaste/class restrictions on marriage and pressure that our youth face today these are a refuge , a confidence to step up for their Love as human beings not just because of various tags that are hanged around their necks...." She was just about to continue when Raj stood up for his objection statement as his typical mysterious mind was at work.
                                                    " Excuse me Ms. Naina don't you think that these Love Stories misguide our youth rather than doing some good. They started accepting the Fantasy as something real and he/she to be respective hero/heroin . At times they realized this when it's too late to undo anything...????"
                                                     "Well Mr. it solely depends on person's or couple's understanding that make them regret or to be thankful for that love" answered Naina.

                                                      " I object though .... To Love someone blindly and leave it on understanding is somewhat weird. What if both don't confirm to the needs there after...????"
                                                      "Well ... No then it's not love just an infatuation that lasts as far as it could"  proudly replied Naina.

                                                      " Ms, Naina do you think every love story has an happy ending. Have you never heard of brutal and heartbreaking endings..????" There was a sudden applause for Raj's practical statement to her but Naina was furious and diverted her attention towards the general public and concluded her view as " Love doesn't required a best endings everytime as Love is Love that's it . Those who never think it that way still ponder over silly queries".
phewww.... finally a war between Raj and Naina. Though Raj liked her doesn't mean he will compromise with his curiosity . After the session everyone went to the dinning hall. They both were avoiding each other but clashed just on Pani Puri stall again and too at the same moment asking for it.

                                                       " Me first I asked it first. Bhaiya mujhe pls"
                                                       " Hello.... don't be a kid. Grow up. Bhaiya me first I have to depart early" said Raj and took the served pani puri in his hand just then Naina was about to grab it.
                                                         " Don't think it's a discussion where you can insult me again. shut up.... have your pani puri am leaving disgusting creatures". Naina withdrew from conversation and pani puri simultaneously.

                             While she was sitting down the park's bench outside the dining hall, Raj came up with full delicious pani puri plate and put it in front of her, bent on his one knee with bowed head replied," For you madam, please".
                                   " What why.... and why you're bowed head in this bizarre way...????"
                                     " To apologize"
                                     " I didn't get you" said Naina. All of a sudden Raj showed up his face and sat next to Naina ," I am extremely sorry Naina, I don't mean to hurt you in any way".
                                       " I really don't wanna see, hear or listen to you get lost...right now"   Naina stood up to depart when Raj held her hand- so delicate and beautiful to hold he thought.
                                          " Atleast give me a chance to explain that sort of behavior . Then it's your choice either forgive me or be rude as ever" asked Raj piteously. She seated herself again to let him explain his thoughts or maybe she's in love with him ... who knows....

He continued," I am sorry I don't meant to insult you at festival with my objectionable questions. It
was like I just wanted to let out my misconceptions for love forever. You know what I was betrayed by my ex who always took me for granted no matter how I feel whenever I am alone, what is my choice she always dominate and I shattered the day she called me and said," I can't handle you anymore. It's breakup and final" few days later I found out she was dating someone else. But I was happy atleast I know my flaw .... and then hated the Love Stories that only compel us to fantasize something that is no less than a deal in real world today.... it's you and your answers that get me out of my shattered phase that I actually fought over a mere pani puri...." By the time it was over he was
crying .... tears that nobody can stop .... tears that are bound to free him from his past relations.

                                                "please don't cry I understand. I think my speech was successful atleast it transformed your perspective of seeing Love but I 'll never forget how you teased me in between". Naina smiled back at him and this time she loved his company even more.

                                        " Pani Puri please Ma....dam...." served Raj.
                                        " oh.... yes thank you"
            
                                         " I want to say something if you say...???"
                                          " ya sure"

                                           " I love you Naina". He actually kissed her cheek this time to create that flavor of love as he continued," The day I saw you eating Pani Puri there. Though it was a mere
coincidence here we met again so...????"
                                              " Well am sorry am already in love with someone" replied Naina in a sad tone though she blushed at his audacity.
                                                " oh... it's alright alteast you're honest enough and a cute heart but my love will never cease to exist". She picked up the pani puri and put it in her mouth . When she's done she winked at him and said," I am in love with this Pani Puri. I hope you're not jealous of your competitor ha...????"
                                                   " Well no not at all I swear"   Both smiled while staring at the bright and beautiful moon as if moon replying," That's a love story in love with Pani Puri". And that was the cutest END ever.
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