thoughts from heart

           Night had fallen. The Sun was about to say goodbye and Moon was all set to make its presence felt. I was tired. Though I still hadn’t reached my home but today it didn’t matter. I was ready to halt anywhere. I could hear chirping of birds. It felt like they were also done for the day and were leaving for their respective homes. Home… what a soothing word it is. But what is actually the definition of home? I looked around. Alone. As usual. However, it didn’t affect me anymore like it used to before.             My mind was telling me to keep on moving. It was sure, I would find my people. But my soul… my soul didn’t want to move a single step ahead. I found myself in front of him. Huge, scary, a bit worn and totally forlorn. I smiled. Finally I found someone who shared my traits. I was still contemplating whether to halt there or go in search for anything better when I heard clouds thunder...

As usual I got up way before the alarm went on. Out lately I had become a light sleeper and it was showing on my health too. The bed was empty and I couldn't help but feel a tinge of disappointment. However, I have learnt to live with it. Well, the truth is that no matter how much I try to convince myself that I'm okay with the fact of the bed being empty, I wasn't. Nevertheless, I didn't have enough energy in me to ponder over same things again. I went to the kitchen, made a cup of coffee for myself and went straight away to my studio. I'm a sculptor.             Inayat... a sculptor. Somebody who can give face to a lifeless idea, showcase deep emotions through her sculpture struggles to make sense of her own emotions. I looked at the sculpture again. This one has emotionally drained me out. One fine morning, I decided to build a sculpture of a girl sitting with lifeless eyes. Hailing from writing field, I have this unnatural w...

          'Tension continues in J&K. Five army men martyred during the ceasefire violations.' The news continued in the background and Asmita continued chopping onions.  Tears prickled from her eyes. It's because of the onions, wasn't it? She looked at the TV again and the headline was now broadcasted as full fledged news. Definitely the tears were due to onions. Asmita told herself again.             It was a chilly January morning. After finishing her daily chores, Asmita tried to snuggle into her rocking chair so that she could resume her favourite novel but today she was fidgety. She looked at herself in the mirror. She looked beautiful and radiant as ever. Even though a bit dark skinned, her features were her strength and she knew it. She brushed her hair again and the tendrils fell deliciously on her face and breast. One part of her mind tried to convince her that she should go out and exp...

              She walked forward. With posture straight, it felt as if she was a panther who was lurching on its prey, but that was exactly what she was doing; wasn't she? With a smile plastered on her face she made her way through the crowd. If anybody took a moment to observe, they would realize that she wasn't in her usual self. She clearly had a motive in her mind. But, what was it? She smiled slyly again with her eyes fixed somewhere. She knew, wasn't that enough?             Dressed in a long backless gown with an equally long slit, her clothes always made a bold statement but then she wasn't timid too. Her makeup was bare minimal except from the colour on her cheeks but that also wasn't because of some cosmetics but was because of the thought she had in her mind. She stopped suddenly. She could still eye what she wanted. She took a moment to appreciate what was in front of her. A waiter ...

I stepped inside the room and at once felt naked. Well, I was wearing clothes but then his gaze always made me feel like I was standing naked in front of him as if her could see me through. It excited me and made me nervous at the same point of time. He directed me towards a chair and it was my cue to sit down without questioning. It has been 3 months that I met him and since then I don't know what is it about him that I can't stop myself from coming to him.             Was he handsome? No, nobody would spare him a second look (except me, I guess). Was he chivalrous? Hah! You got to be kidding me. Did he make me feel good about myself? Ummm... I don't know that but whenever I was with him I was something that I never knew I could be. He cleared his throat and it was his way to tell me that I should better concentrate rather than let my mind wander somewhere from where the way back was impossible. Standing in front of me was Sara...

As usual I got up before the alarm buzzed. I walked towards the kitchen and set the pan on the gas. I can't survive without shot of caffeine early in the morning. I took the mug and went to the balcony. The view was splendid from there. I wanted to sit in the balcony but suddenly I remembered what Harsh had told me sometime ago, 'Try not to go out. I don't want to attract unwanted attention.' Honestly something had died within me then and there and it made me brutally realize who I was,  still I didn't say anything. I dragged a chair towards the huge window and started enjoying my cup of coffee.             The view ahead of me was fabulous. Zig-zag roads crossed each other. I wonder where they went? At times I also wondered where did people go who every day travel on these roads? They go to home, my subconscious replied. If they go home why in the first place do they leave the comfort of their home? Home! One word but so p...

I was standing outside the room. The laughter mixed with emotional cries could be heard till the corridor's end. Till now I had been summoned in the room thrice, but I don't know why I couldn't move. I was standing transfixed. Actually I had been in the same state since the time I had heard the news. I was still standing with bated breath when somebody coaxed me and pulled me inside the room. Who was that? I don't even know. The room smelled of medicines. The walls were pale white and there was a huge machine on which some gibberish thing was flashing. Why can't they make the rooms a bit better? I looked everywhere but at the spot that was waiting for my attention.             For a nanosecond everything went black. I thought I had become blind. Before I could panic anymore a voice jolted me, and reluctantly my eyes focused on the spot that I had been trying to ignore till now. There he was. Lying on the bed. Actually it would b...