The sunset

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The beautiful morning brings whole day in its package.

The bag full of joy, excitement, happiness, positive vibes and lots of hope.

We all know the value of a day, and we thank God for giving us the luck to see the beautiful morning.

I feel so excited and good during the morning but as the vesper begins, I start feeling lifeless,” yawning Sejal said.

Sejal was a girl full of stress and tension. The tension size varies from the small exams to her family matter. She forgot how happiness portrait was. Her love Kumar was so tensed to see that Sejal is becoming depressed day by day.

Okay, then I think you never went to the Riverside, in evening, that is why you are boshing,” Kumar said.

The sudden plan always works and Kumar knew this. He insisted Sejal and She agreed to go Riverside. Both went there. They enjoyed and had lots of photos.

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Kumar said,” without these evening we are empty, because if morning brings us energy, hope, and a positive attitude then evening also bring a small bag for us”.

Sejal moved to him. Leisurely sat on a cemented area, which seems to be made to block the sides. “And what bag? What it contains? Mr. Kumar.” Sejal asked.

“An evening brings us the hope that tomorrow will be a better day. The hope that the happiness you are wishing will be yours, don’t lose hope, a new day will come. The sadness and stress all will be over just step ahead”, Kumar explained.

Sejal held the hand easefully. “Are you sure tomorrow is better than today? And your belief that evening is for reminding us that this is the end of sadness is actually true?”

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Every evening promises to bring a new morning. Anyone can start a journey but greater are those who end it, and evenings are great. It wraps every day with a  hope for a new beginning” Kumar said.

Kumar sat near Sejal and looked at her. Sejal bent on Kumar’s shoulder gently and started,”Kumar, wonder how I used to think that evening is hopeless and boring, In fact, evening brings us the best part of life. It brings the time for us, to spend it with our family and loved ones. I can’t be hopeless in evening, it is the gift that morning gives us”.

Kumar smiled, he saw love in Sejal’s eyes. He calmly bent his head on Sejal’s head. Sejal,” I will not take tension of my life from now because, after day when evening will come, it will mop up all the sadness stress and tension of my life”.

“Yes, this is the truth”, Kumar was happy from inside.The evening went off after promising to gift a new day. Slowly the sky was filled with stars.  Sejal found a new hope and faith. Kumar found his love.

The cold wind was dancing and thanking for the wonderful day hoping to see a new beginning on a fresh morning.

 

Thank you SHALINI for the wonderful photos.

 

 

 

 

 

The story behind my name #MAGGIE

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via Daily Prompt: Tailor

 

I know it sounds really different that my title is ” Story behind my name #Maggie”.

You might be thinking it is just because I used to eat a lot of maggie so my friends named me. This is the half part, the other part is more interesting.

I live in Kolkata. The place which is known for its grand colonial architecture, art galleries, and cultural festivals. And beside all these our college’s most famous food and that is, “maggie bhaja”. It’s really delicious.

From here the story begins. Whenever my friends ask me what I had for my lunch, dinner or breakfast. The only answer I gave was..”Maggie bhaja”. You might be thinking that ‘Maggi is not good for health, that you always used to eat it’. I would like to say,”yes..! Maggi is not good for each and every meal. But sometimes you can eat it.”

“Hey who are you, I ordered first and you came late” I shouted at the boy who took the plate of my maggi bhaja from the hand of the aunty from the dhaba, where we went.

“I am hungry and I can’t wait for more, please let me have it” he begged.

“No, I am hungry too. I will not give this plate to you” I refused. Suddenly aunty came and gave another plate of maggi bhaja.

Unknowingly I left the plate and that plate fell down. “You stupid” he shouted. “Why you left the plate?”

“I thought to give you the particular one and have the other” I answered.

Again we both attacked the next plate. After arguing for more than 10 minutes. We decided to eat from the same plate and so we did. The boy who was not known to me. I didn’t even know his name, but we shared the same maggi bhaja.

“So ma’am, what is your name,” he asked in a gentle way. “Maggi” I said and smiled. “And you are”

“Bhaja” he laughed. We both started smiling at each other. His eyes were so beautiful. I started staring into his eyes. “Eat Maggi otherwise I will have the whole plate,” he said.

He noticed me that I was watching him. His voice, his nature it was so noticeable that I noticed each and everything. I think it’s “love”… the only word I said. He started smiling and said “ma’am have your part of maggi bhaja because I ate my part”.. I was staring at him. He was there in front of me till I ate.

The Same moment my friends turn up and they began to make fun. The boy went with a  handshake. But I wanted to know his name, his information, everything.

I ran out of the dhaba to see where he went. But he was not within my range. My eyes were thoroughly finding him. I wanted to talk to him. But my eyes were unable to catch his glimpse

That was the only day I met him. Even today also I pray to God to just make my way to his place. Also from that moment, my dear and devil friends announced my name as maggie. And from that time, at first my friend, then classmates, then half of the college and at last the whole college started calling me @maggie.

And so I became the most famous #MAGGIE of our college. Maybe that day was not in support of me but still, it gave me a memorable name. And I am thankful for this.

I am Sorry

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“Yeah, I know what’s your character.”, “Oooh, She is a fucking bitch”,”Oh My God..she is not a virgin”,”Why are you going out this late?”

I am sorry that I went to the movie late night. I am also sorry for what I used to wear.  I am sorry that I danced the whole night in the party.  I am sorry that I used to go alone to the market. I apologize that I thought the person is my uncle. I am sorry that I was drunk.  I am sorry that I took a long time to say,”Sorry”.Yes, I am sorry because I was unknown how to react.

Yes, I am sorry because I was not knowing how to react to these circumstances. I am sorry not to answer to your actions yesterday. But today, I feel guilty. I feel sad that I had to skip your deed. Because I was mentally weak but not physically.

When I wore shorts and mini skirt I was not confident to kick your ass. I am a dancer and I can dance for the whole night but when you put your finger on me, I behaved softly. I forgot that If I can dance for the whole night, that means I can break your bones and finger with that same stamina.

when I used to go alone and hear your unhealthy comments on me and my body parts I would have shown you what a simple girl can do to you. I would have shouted at you and a slap is enough for you people. But I forgot that and had the fear of my family. I forgot that my family will support me.

When I was drunk and you tried to get on me, I would have punched on your main part. But I didn’t. Because I forgot that I was just drunk and not out of my mind. I forgot that I am free and independent and I have promised myself that I will take care of myself in any situation.

When uncle used to call me and ask me to sit on his lap, with many hesitations I used to. While I was a child but what he was doing was known to me. But I forgot that if I will speak up and share this with my parents they would have helped me. I had a fear of something that I don’t know.

I was not weak, I was just freaking out with the situations. Why I will fear from them who don’t fear from me. Those who never give respect to anyone, those who never feel that girls are also human. Why we have to wait for the correct person to come and make everything fine for us. Why..?

I am a girl. I can understand every situation and can overcome it. I can work day and night. I can do anything. I bleed every month and then also on the next day I look healthy and fit. I carry another life in my womb and for 9 long months. I give birth to a baby which can even take my life. The pain is unexplainable and I overcome that pain. I cry I laugh, I make fun. I am different for you guys. You don’t count me in your category, neither you count me as an independent one.

I am good enough to make me proud.  I have the willpower. When I can choose the way of life I want to live I can also guide myself to the best women. I can fight back because I am strong. I am a girl and I am proud of it.