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Sunday, November 18, 2018

How to fall asleep in 60 seconds?

Eric was busy staring at his iPad as Lisanne, his wife of 11 years was getting ready for work. She was a registered nurse at the Duke Medical University Hospital. It was one of those days when she had to work night shifts. The hospital paid extra incentives for its RN's who worked at night. They both had struggled a lot when they were new to Chicago. 
"Honey, I'm leaving for Duke in 20 minutes. You need anything?" Lisanne asked Eric.
"Baby, come here quickly. Just see what I found?" Eric beckoned his wife.
"Ughh, what now? Eric, I'm already running late." Lisanne riposted.
She sat next to him as Eric showed her the video of how to fall asleep quickly in 60 seconds.
"Eric, not again. You should put these devices aside and try to get some sleep," she said.
Eric was suffering from insomnia. It had been years since Eric slept peacefully. 
But sleep never beckoned him however hard he tried. 
"Lis, the guy in the video says that we need to release stress from our arms and limbs through some breathing exercises," Eric told.
"So, I am going to try these breathing exercises and see if it works," Eric added.
"Honey, I am really running late for work now. You try to get some sleep, Okay?" She planted a kiss on his lips and left for the hospital as the clock struck 10 at night.
Eric was performing the steps mentioned in the video.  Eric was happy today as he thought he found something that he was searching for ages. 

The next morning, 8 AM.
Lisanne walked upstairs. She was rummaging her bag for the house key as she didn't want to wake up Eric.
Hope Eric's new therapy helped him, she thought as she finally found her house key.
She turned the key in the lock and opened the door. She stood there speechless, her mouth agape.
Eric was sleeping on the bed. She hadn't seen this in view for ages. She was happy for him.
"Eric, honey, wake up," she said, "Look, what I got for you?" 
She had got Eric's favourite cheesecake from the Martin's.
She quickly changed her dress and saw Eric slept peacefully like a newborn baby. 
"Eric, Eric," she called him again.
She went closer to him and saw that he was not breathing. He had indeed fallen asleep in 60 seconds. She screeched at the top of her voice as she saw her husband sleeping peacefully, forever and ever!

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.’ 

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Sunday, October 14, 2018

I wish my alarm would ring loud

7 PM.
"India got a Bye in the Asian Games Wrestling Gold medal game as the Pakistani opponent didn't show up." Pakistani media roasted me.
"Fuck, I am dead in Karachi!" I feared.
I had a match at 7 AM at Sochi.
I wish an alarm would ring loud and notify me whenever I have a game

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Saturday, September 23, 2017

Walk a Mile in my shoes

Walk a mile in my shoes is a relatable topic. Everyone has a god gifted life and one should be happy with what the Almighty has given them. But it doesn't seem that many people are happy with their life.  Others personal life intrigues them and they start prying into others personal space. It is not a right thing to do before you are completely aware of what the other person's life is!

We as Indians are good at judging people and jumping to conclusions. We don't need a court of a judge to give the verdict. We are our own judges who can enter personal space of people and sneak peak into others life. You won't understand the pain of the person and it might be easy for you to make public discussions about something that is personal to them. Understand that everyone has their own life and we need to worry about our life because that is what should matter the most to us.  Never compare your kids with your friend's kid or Sharma ji's kids.  You were the one who worked hard for your children. Support them by creating and giving them a better standard and quality of life for them. Comparing them will only break your children's morale and confidence. 

Never express unwanted sympathy for people with terminal illness.  You never lived their pain and their pain might be unknown to you but known to people who care them the most. They have walked through the terrible rocky roads full of struggles and pain. Help them by making them better instead of showing them fake sympathies. It is the most difficult situation in anyone's life.  

You all should walk a mile in someone's shoes before you get judgemental about someone. Stop poking your ugly nose into someone's personal area and leave them for their own good.  Trust me, life will be more beautiful if you mind your own business and let others mind their own business. Almighty has designed everyone's life in such a way that they get an equal proportion of everything. It's just that some unlucky ones get the most of it and live a terrible life. 

For all such people, trust me life will be beautiful once again. The sun shall shine brightly. The early birds would warble nice tunes for you. It will rain happiness in your distressful life. It is a matter of time. Ignore the hate mongers who arrive in your life to cause problems. Just dump those negative energies outside your door. Accept what life offers you. Breath in Happiness and Breath out the negativities from your life. That is the best thing to do today, tomorrow and every day and you deserve to stay happy. SO, the next time when people talk about you, just go nearby them and say,
"Walk a Mile  in my shoes.."
This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda
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Saturday, December 31, 2016

100 * - Throwback 2016

Every blogger in this blog world aspires to reach a milestone for some period of time. Like some might want to write 1000 posts. Some might wish to publish a book and many goals as such! When I stepped into this year 2016, I never had any blogging goals as such. I was even sceptical if I would even have sufficient time to blog or even visit my blog. But on the last day of the year, I feeling relaxed and perplexed at the same time. My blogging calendar every year starts with the One Night Stand on a New year night post that exposes the life of a  mischief monger who preys on innocent girls. Each post of this series conveys messages that have a deep meaning associated with it. But unfortunately for the past few years, I've been disturbed for some reasons as a result of which I couldn't blog better. 

I am not a blogger who brags about statistics as such. But sometimes the realisation that you got some many amazing people reading your blog itself amazes me. But seeing my blog reaching a milestone always awakens the blogger inside me. To be frank, I never thought I would be a better blog. I am a lazy blogger. I come across many bloggers who put in so many efforts despite doing their everyday chores. When I compare myself with these folks, I  feel ashamed. 

On a personal front, there is nothing great that happening in my life. The much-desired job switch never happened though I  would closely work on improving my skill sets this year. I thought of working on some new skills and tools but unfortunately, that plan itself went for a toss. But still, I won't complain and crib about 2016. All that I ask at this point of time is some mental peace in my life.  Maybe I need to go for a short trip.  Parents had been looking for a girl for me to get married. Maybe that would get postponed for some period of time. 
I never visited any new place this year. I am disappointed with this. It's okay! people can get busy too. In 2017, I'll work on my aspirations and goals. I got to get fit and get going. I know life would be painful at times. But ignoring all the problems that life offers will make your life better. I will continue with the 2017 blogging with the ONS posts. 

I will contribute to a poor student's education and maybe even plan to sponsor his fees. I have many plans as such but only things will say. This happens to be the 100th post of this year. I have written 659 blog posts in my 11 years of blogging. But I have never published 100 blog posts in any year. The closest that I reached to 100 was 99 in 2015 and 95 in 2009.  Writing 100 blog posts in a year is not an achievement but it satisfies me as a blogger. I'm happy that I did this! It has been pending since long.

I am back to regular blogging!
Let the force be with you all! Power to you, my dear people :)

‘This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.’
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Saturday, December 03, 2016

My First Job

‘This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.’

I'm at loss of words if  I'm asked to talk about my first job. I can't imagine the number of days I waited for my joining days. It  was the great recession era and hence the joining date for us was delayed by a period of 6 months. I had  secured the  job through the third year campus placements and by far that was the turning part of my life. My excitement grew more since then but because of the delay it soon faded.  There wasn't a single day I didn't refresh my mailbox.  But my happiness hiked  when I saw the letter. 

I had my joining location as Pune. For someone who wasn't used to wake up before 8 and a momma's boy, it was difficult to acclimatise.  But I did manage. We underwent an initial training programme to be eligible for projects. After successfully completing the project, a major shock awaited me. I got my first project and I was posted to Noida. By then, this place was known for many wrong reasons. I felt weird  and helpless. I tried talking to the HR's but they bluntly asked me to resign if  won't join the Noida project. The phase was such that there was not much IT jobs. I had to listen to my mind and when I think about that decision I don't regret. 

I somehow joined my  project. The positive was that my friend was with me. We both struggled to find a house for rent. When we settled life moved on and there was never looking back. The first day at project , Noida decided to greet us with hailstorms. The solid particle fell on my head and it did hurt me. The wind was so strong that we hugged a tree to save us. Our clothes were messed up as we fell on the puddles. It was embarassing for us to enter our ODC in such a manner. Every one looked at us and it was awkward. I never knew we would meet our Project Manager at such a state.  We were given formal Knowledge Transfer and soon we became productive. But there wasn't a single day when I didn't think about my family.  I used to cry for hours. During one  Skype call, my mother broke in to tears when I informed her that I was having problems with the food. Life had did injustice to me and I had spent sleepless nights. My digestive couldn't digest the nasty foul smelling Rajmah Chawal at our office cafeteria any more. I found solace in a group of Bengali friends. They all loved me as their own. 

I got to understand a lot about the various Project models. I worked on the live projects and  got to understand the requirements as I closely worked with the business folks.  That laid the foundation for what I am today!  My Manager understood my plight and soon sent me to Pune. 
The First Job is memorable to everyone.  I had a troublesome past that even continues till today. But still I have fond memories of  my first job.  I never had timing issues as I worked in the US shift and flexi hours through out my career. First Job was indeed memorable!

Sunday, November 06, 2016

Dear Zindagi


Dear Zindagi,

One blog post won't fill in everything about  the special bond that we share. Such is our bond! The constant ups and downs have not only taught me a great lesson but also moulded me into a stronger individual. When I was young I had big dreams in my eyes. 

I had plans of settling in Europe and dreamt of starting my own business. Maybe you had other plans for me that I fail to recognise. My dreams got crumbled and eventually I found myself like a fish floundering on the floor. That's a great pain. You have been like an entwined headphone to me.  Almost half of the time, I have only wasted all my  time making it straight.  It has been a painful journey throughout. There has been no trace of  joy but yes I saw happiness for a brief period of time in form of some people. You sent me people in form of friends , few of whom were true to me and my friendship and the others who backstabbed me and changed with time. That phase, between 2006 to 2012 , can never be forgotten. That was when you tested me! It's funny that at this moment of time, all the dark thoughts surface in front of my eyes one by one as I type this blog post. Quite evident how disastrous my life had turned into! 

It's okay to be sad but let not sadness alone take you down. Sorrow is a strong emotion that holds an important area of the human brain, even more stronger than happiness. I cheer myself when sad thoughts embrace me. Music is my saviour.  Though most of the time, I feel like stranded alone on a deserted island, I would like to say that life got shipwrecked.  At a time, when I was recovering from a nuclear bomb bombarded on my life by Almighty, I soon saw him dropping another bomb. This was even more, stronger and powerful than the previous one that impacted not only me but also my kith and kins.  I see darkness all around. They say if you smile, your melancholy would eventually fade away. But I would snap saying, how can you even smile when you are in darkness and got no hopes from life?  Every time I step out of the home, I look skywards and ask Almighty, " Will you again paint my life with beautiful colours?"

At a time, when youngsters fly around with their wings in pursuit of their goals, I realised that my wings were cropped. With cropped wings, how could one fly so high?  It was then I attached wings and flew in search of my dreams. Dreams are the most difficult things to materialise. To fulfil your dreams, you need constant efforts, support and motivation.  In most people's life, there are people in form of best friends, parents, siblings,  who assume the role of motivator. But in my story, I am the writer, actor, director and storyteller. I am the custodian of my own dreams and playing the role of a  self-motivator is phenomenal. During my home away days, I once mentioned that I see skeletons in my closet. I still see them , but they have grown in quantity. I see hope fading.

Behind every dark cloud, there is a silver lining. There indeed is a silver lining. Miracles happen where hope resides. I'm still hopeful , dear Zindagi. Would life change if you flaunt an animated smile ? Nope, but it only makes you better. Smile a mile and kick all your sorrow out of your life. I understand that this post is full of melancholy but I can't really help, I'm still trying to embrace my life and make the best out of it. Life is what you make it.  Though I'm struggling, I am still finding ways to make it better because I am the actor of my movie and I have to make it big. 

Life is a picture of a painting I am nowhere near, but one day I will find that and keep it with me. I won't say smiling erases all your sorrows but it keeps your hope intact. True  that, when God shuts all the door when you are in darkness, he keeps one door open. Almost half of us eventually give up after trying hard to spot that opened door. But we fail to realise that it is an invisible door and God has  a right time and moment to open it. And after that life will be full of happiness and you will be brimming with joy.

Life comes with  terms and conditions that there will be no happiness forever. So learn to embrace life and everything it has to offer you. Embrace sorrow because  like I said before it moulds you into a stronger individual. 

Aye Zindagi gale laga le,
humne bhitera har ek gham ko
gale se lagaya hai
Aye Zindagi gale laga le
Hum ne bahane se, chup ke jamane se,
Palkon ke parde main ghar bhar lia
tera sahara mil gaya
Aye Zindagi gale laga le

So dear Zindagi, don't smirk that you have succeeded the first of the game between you and me. I am going to win the second half of the game and win this! Keep SMILING 

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“I am writing a letter to life for the #DearZindagi activity at BlogAdda
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Sunday, September 25, 2016

14001 - The Samjhauta Express

Samjhauta Express

 The evening sky looked gorgeous displaying a beautiful shade of Orange and Red. It looked unusual for me. There was something peculiar about the sky pattern. I rubbed my eyes and sprawled my legs. Looking at the sky shade indicated that it was evening. I looked around and saw that the train was empty.  There was no one in sight. It was dark.

I lolled on the train seat and wondered what had happened suddenly. The 14001 Samjhauta Express was a ray of hope to some people across the borders. I still remember that Kareem Chacha from Lahore used to regularly travel to India to meet his Khala who lived in Kanpur. Baljit Uncle from Amritsar used to travel to Pakistan using this train to meet his  best friend  Ahmad Khan who lived in Islamabad. The train was a breeding ground for so many amazing stories. I fondly remember the good old days where people used to chit chat with each other and talk about their Indo-Pakistan memories.  The Samjhauta Express displayed the friendship between people from both the nations. It was the government of the two countries that had a poor relationship but not the people. It's on this train where I and few of my friends used to steal Delicious Biryani from Nafeesa Chachi's food bag and consume  scrumptious Aloo Parathas from Amrit Kaur Aunty. That was our way of adventure. But they embraced us with an open heart, at least we felt so. I slowly walked inside the bogey to check if anyone was there. Alas! the train was empty. It was waiting at the Attari Station. 

Strolling inside the train, took me back to the memory lane. I reminisced the wonderful bygone days where I used to listen to the India-Pakistan partition stories narrated by older passengers travelling in the Samjhauta Express. I used to narrate those stories to my parents and even they used to wonder about the bond. There is no hatred between the people of these two countries but like I said earlier, its the government that's sowing seeds of hatred. 

" Motherfuckers! Not even a single fucking person on this train." I yelled at the top of my voice.
Devastated and Disappointed, I returned back to my seat.
That was when I eavesdrop on a discussion between two Indian railway officials. They were standing outside the train.
"I don't understand when will these Pakistani's stop killing Indian soldiers." The first guy said to the other.
The second person took a sip of the chai and said, "I heard the Pakistani Militants had killed 9 Indian sepoys."
"True. And I don't understand till when will India remain silent on such issues and keep condemning such attacks." The first person said to the other.
I listened to the conversation with complete alacrity.
"I think it's high time India should drop a nuclear bomb on Pakistan and regain it's lost territory." The second person replied.

"Holy Fuck! War is not a cake! It will kill innocent people." I murmured.
I moved my head and turned around to see if I could get hold of someone. But the train was still empty and these guys were talking about wars.
"I actually see no meaning of this train running too and fro between Lahore and New Delhi." The first person said and continued,"  There is no Samjhauta between our two countries."
"The train name is an irony. " The second person said and laughed.
"That's why this train is lying here like an orphan at this border town." The guy said.
I almost freaked out.  "What!!" 

As per the discussion, it seemed that the Indian government had decided to discontinue the Samjhauta Express train running between India and Pakistan.
Sad, I sat on my seat, resting my chin on my hand. I am definitely going to miss the wonderful stories between the two countries, I thought.

By now, the evening Sun had almost vanished. The moon, full and bright looked mesmerising.
My eyes aimlessly wandered around as I looked for those two guys outside. They were not to be seen. 
I walked towards the footboard. I stood there and spotted those guys again. Their political discussions were never ending. 

"Oye Sukhwinder, sunne,  just got the news from our station master," The first person said to the other.
"What news, Boobinder?" The second person asked.
"That our government is planning to reuse this train for some other route,"he said and continued, "We need to clean it and make it ready." 

I keenly listened to whatever they were talking.
"Oh Wait, Sukhwinder!" Boobinder, the second person  looked at me.
I freaked out once again. I soon ran and hid  beneath the seat.
"Let me get that Black HIT right away." he continued, " they are such a menace."
He got vexed after he spotted me. He angrily walked to the Office to get the Black HIT.
Once I got to know his future action, I kept running. My life now was in my hand. I had to save myself. I kept running for my life. As I ran, I saw the virtual images of Ahmad Chacha, Kuldeep Uncle, Shana Begum and many other passengers.  How beautiful this train once used to be!
But now ,the train was empty! And I kept running to save my life from Boobinder!

 ‘This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.’

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Sunday, September 11, 2016

Flowers at the Door Inc.

The early morning sun peeped in through Julia's window as the clock struck 7. Julia was tired after frequent spats with her boyfriend Stanley. She tied her hair up in a bun and  threw open the window curtains. Having  cried the entire night thinking about Stanley, she cursed her fate. She quickly went downstairs and opened the door. Her eyes witnessed a flower bouquet lying in front of her door. While picking the flowers, she located a note. 
"Sorry Julia. Let's meet at Mario's at 7.30 PM. Love"  She read  and dumped the flowers  in the nearby dustbin. Stanley was her first love, a best friend for life.  Although they used to fight like a cat and Dog, they  were fond of each other.  Frequent quarrels followed by patch ups described their lovely bond.
It was 7.15 PM as Julia drove her car towards the St. Bernaud's Intersection. Mario's was a local cafe located at the Rocky Beach road. The evening breeze brushed her ebony dark hair as she drove her car along the road. The evening sky displayed  a unique orangish shade and the setting sun only made it look more beautiful. It looked like a beautiful canvas painting. People of all age groups were seen meandering at the beach.  Julia parked her car outside Mario's and stormed into the Cafe angrily. Her eyes scanned through the cafe and saw Stanley waving a hello to her. Maintaining a straight face, she decided not to make the first move. Stanley was busy munching the chicken nuggets. There was a deafening silence for 5 minutes. None of them was willing to initiate a talk.  Stanley and Julia knew each other since the age of 11, from their secondary school days. 
The waiter, Antonio, familiar to both came and broke their silence. "Too much of silence too bad for health...Here is a Mario special for Julia," he said and handed her a glass of Bloody Mary. She acknowledged him back with a smile.  She looked at Stanley and saw no feeling of guilt nor repent. That angered her more.
Stanley cleared his throat and said, "Did you get my flowers?"
"Yes, I did," she said. "How was it?" Stanley asked, "Did you like it?"
"It's just artificial as you, Stan!" she said, abruptly.
"And you know I hate fake things. Be it flowers or humans," she continued, "You could have dropped by and said a sorry instead." 
Stanley looked at her and replied, "I had some work."
"Your lame excuses as usual." she retorted.
"You  could have sent me a real flower from a garden or somewhere. You know I love roses, the red ones. Real Fresh flowers with a handwritten note would have melted my heart" Her eyes welled with tears.
"I have dreams of togetherness with you, Stan," she said. 
"We are 19 already and you couldn't find a job," she added.
"Julia, listen.," Stanley replied.
Julia was mad  at him. Not ready to give him another chance, she decided to leave him. Once bitten , twice shy! 
"You know I thought one day you would be famous and I would proudly call you mine." Julia continued.
"We will be," Stanley replied. 
"Shut up!" She said, brusquely and left the Cafe.
 Stanley sat there for a while. He thought that  like every time Julia would change her mind.  But he failed to realize that it was not in  her nature to bend 
The next morning, as usual, he was waiting for Julia at the St. Francis Church. Hours passed,  he never saw her. He visited her house. But she wasn't there. Months passed and he never saw her again. Memories of Julia had started to haunt him. Her absence started disturbing him.
"Real Fresh flowers with handwritten notes would have melted my heart," Her voice flashed on his mind. 
Looking at the little kids playing in the garden reminded him of his young days with Julia. They used to meet every day at the same park.
He observed two young couples, very much of his and Julia's age arguing with each other.  "Enough is Enough, Jack.Don't want to see you again," the girl screamed at the guy and left angrily. She  reminded him of Julia. Sooner, he followed her to her house. A few hours later, he purchased a bouquet containing fresh red roses. He wrote a note on it.
"I'm imperfect in a lot of ways but it's you who makes me perfect. I'm sorry for everything. :) Jack! "
He soon placed the flowers outside the girl's door and rang her door bell. He hid behind a tree and watched.  She picked up the flowers and read the  note. She smelled the fresh rose and smiled instantly.  The next day he visited  the same garden and he saw both of them cheerfully conversing with each other. That was when he realised that Julia was right. A fresh flower could melt any girls heart.  He decided to help people like this. And when it worked well, he thought of giving wings to this and setting up his own business.
"Flowers at the Door!" He set up a shop outside his house. He started planting roses in his backyard. He distributed pamphlets in his locality informing everyone about his new business.
"Delivering Fresh flower bouquets across Jacksonville. Fresh flowers can melt anyone's heart. Ready to serve and unite bonds." The Note on the pamphlet read.
One fine afternoon, he was whiling away time at his shop waiting for his first customer. It was hoping against hope and he wasn't even sure if this would work.  It was that moment when he got a call on his landline phone.  It was his first order.
"Stan here from the Flowers at the Door. How may I help you?"
"Listen man. My girlfriend is mad at me. I want you to help me out. Just deliver some fresh red roses at her house with a personalised message," said the voice.
"Sir, any specific message for her?" Stanley asked.
"Anything that you wish,"  said the voice. Stanley noted the girls address.
He soon plucked some flowers from his backyard and arranged them neatly in to a bouquet. He wrote a nice message on a card for her. At 5 PM, he delivered his first order. Two hours, later he got a call from the same customer. 
"Stan, man, you are simply awesome.She is impressed." said the person. The guy arrived at Stanley's flower shop and handed him $30. It was his first earning. 
The news of his shop and his services spread like a wildfire. People started appreciating his work. 'Flowers at the Door' got famous. He started cultivating seasonal flowers and his business got to a next level.  During this moment of joy, he started missing Julia badly.  She was the sole reason behind this. Her words had inspired him to start this. Something that started as an experiment was growing to a full-fledged business. He started generating great revenues out of it. He hired few people to assist him. He, later on, set up branches in Texas. And eventually 'Flowers at the Door' saw itself scattering across the United States. 
Years passed. He worked on improving his business model. Luckily, he had great minds working for him.  He expanded his business to Europe and Asia.  He was shortlisted for the Young Entrepreneur award.  Stanley grew more popular with time.  His company worth increased to $ 1.5 Billion. 
At 45, he was already in the top 50 richest men list by Forbes Magazine.  But even during his busy schedule, he never stopped thinking about his first love, Julia.  During the month of October, Stanley was invited for the International Business Summit to be held at Brussels that would be graced by the presence of  various Businessmen of famous enterprises across the Globe. 
It was a balmy Saturday afternoon, Stanley was escorted to the Hilton International hotel at Brussels where the event was to be held.  He was awarded with a special award at the Summit.  Sooner, he was interviewed  by a  famous BBC news reporter Cristina Baxley.
"Mr. Stanley Watson, did you ever think that you would reach this far?" the interview asked Stanley.
"To be honest, I never thought. At 19, I was tagged useless by my girlfriend who later ditched me." he replied.
"Oh! that must have been rude," she said and continued, "Didn't you make any attempts of reconcillation ?"
"Not just once, there wasn't a single day when I had not visit her house."  Stanley replied and continued, "It used to remain locked."
"Mr. Watson, that's tragic. I understand how difficult it must have been to lose your first love like that."
"Exactly,"  Stanley replied. "Miss. Cristina, the worst part is that I don't know if she is alive or dead. What I am today is all because of her. I owe everything to her. You all know me as a billionaire and a philantrophist Stanely Watson, but her memories haunt me." 
"Why didn't you move on?" Cristina, the BBC interviewed asked Stanley.
"No one loved me so madly like her.  Perhaps I was addicted to her. She was a drug to me." Stanley replied.
"How did you go about with this Flowers at the Door thing?" she asked curiously.
"It's a funny story. It was my attempt to unite two individuals who loved each other. I placed a handwritten note  along with some fresh roses outside the girls house."
"Then.." she asked.
"Then.. it worked. An idea struck me and I created a garden outside my house and then came my first order,"he continued.
"With time we decided to expand our business.  The best thing was people loved us," he said.
"That must be a great motivation to you, no," she said, smilingly.
"Off course it was. People used to write mails and call us informing how much they liked Flowers at the Door. We got some many client testimonials" 
Cristina Baxley smiled at Stanley.
"Mr. Watson, we wish you all the best. We wish that your lady love watches this interview and gets back to you."  she said.
"Thanks Cristina." He said," I'm unsure if I would ever meet Julia again. Anyways Thanks!" 
He soon left for his hotel room. That night he couldn't sleep properly. There was something that was disturbing him.  
"Julia , forgive me baby.." he murmurred as his eyes closed shut.
"I miss youuuuuuuuuuu........Jul..liaaaa....."
The next morning he took the first flight to Texas.  He freshened up and left for his office. He was a workaholic and everyone was aware of his love for his Company.
He started reviewing the mobile application design with his Engineers. 
"Mr. Watson, there is an order from someone called Julia Stewarts," the store manager hurriedly came and interrupted Stanley during his meeting. 
Stanley's heart almost stopped beating. He quickly rushed to his computer and checked the order number.
"I want you to deliver fresh Roses to your boss. Tell him I am alive and I  still miss him." Reading that his lips curved into a smile. 
He made a note of her address that was stored in the database. Sooner, he collected some fresh red roses from his garden and created a bouquet. "Missed you , Julia. No words could express my feelings. I miss you and I'm happy you are back. Love you!"  He wrote a note. 
He wore a dapper outfit. He drove his car to Julia's home and placed the flowers outside her door and rang the door bell.
He hid behind the tree and was waiting for Julia.
Julia opened the door and  located the flower boquet lying on the floor.  He smiled as she read the note. She knew it was Stanley.
Julia looked beautiful even at 45.
"Stan, Is it you?" she asked curiously.
Stanley appeared in front of her. 
"You've grown into  a smart and handsome man," she said," Come in!"
Stanley sat on the couch and looked at her. 
"Why did you leave me, Julia?"  Stanley asked.
"Somethings are best unsaid.  One week later ,I had come to inform you that I would be travelling to North Carolina to live with my Aunt Suzzana."  she said.
She cleared her throat and continued, " But I couldn't find you.  I even visited the Garden where we used to sit for hours and talk. You were missing." 
Stanley smiled. "No power can now separate both of us now." he said," You  were right?"
"Right about what?" Julia asked.
"Girls do love fresh flowers. It melts their heart."he said," Thats how my business survived."
"Thats true Mr. Stanley Watson, the philantrophist Billionaire," she said ,winking at him.
"I have heard about Flowers at the Door but never knew it was yours until I saw your interview with Cristina Baxley,"she said.
"I love you Julia!" Stanley said and their lips locked.
"You snapped me when I told you that one day I would be famous and you would be proud of me," Stanley said.
"Yes, Stanley, you are mine and I am so happy that we are together.So proud!" She kissed him passionately.

‘This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.’

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Sunday, August 28, 2016

From the Diary of a 21 year Old!

First , Read   "From the Diary of a 16 year old!" before reading this post.

Dear God, 

I remember I wrote a letter to you in 2011 addressing my sorry state. It was a horrendous experience and feelings that  bring tears into my eyes. I was 16 then and Doctors seldom knew anything about this rarely found disease for it also had a poor prognosis. But you made me never lose my faith in you. I had turned bland at my own sufferings. You are the supreme power that binds everyone and your sole job is to keep your children happy. Several times, I used to be angry because you gave no heed to my prayers.I'm 21 now and life is horrendous even now. I have grown stronger and stronger day by day. I am not confined to a wheelchair now and my limbs have grown stronger. I no longer hear the babel of voices behind me. But I was used to all this. Life has veered out drastically in the last 5 years.

I no longer feel bad looking at those who studied with me. Some of them are doing their Engineering, while some have excelled in different fields. I am happy with myself because I'm doing what I am good at. Creativity is something that  gives me happiness. It instils a ray of hope in me. Life is harsh but now I realise that it is not that harsh like I had expected it. Everyone has an untold story that no one wants to share or narrate to anyone. That story is the secret that beholds them. My parents tell me that you write a story in everyone's life and that story is how your life shapes up eventually. So I got to be happy with whatever you have given me. Sometimes melancholia haunts me and grips me terribly but I learned that it would be more miserable to curse my own plight. 

The United States and the European Union are spending too much money on the research for the Pomple Disease and I am sure someday the cure will be available for this. I still see myself as a once whimsical kid put to test. But I feel I have been successfully passing all those tests. I still hate it when  I see a large ensemble of people bewailing at my sorrowful condition. But I'm special. I've grown more hopeful for I have started to live the normal life. My hope for existence once seemed fizzled but I am happy I don't feel such.  My Cervix still hurts me but I don't care at all. I have learned to live with the pain.I have  a wonderful doctor whom I think to be your best angel whom you have sent to advise and help me. I no longer feel jinxed. But I still ask you the same question that you asked me 5 years back - Will you efface all my sorrows and get me back to normal like how I used to be 10 years back? I remember writing a poem expressing my state of mind.

"I jostled against the tide of time,
nothing is left in the journey of life.

things were thought differently,
never meant to go in such hurry.

I bleed to death with the appalling pain,
fighting to the last for what I have not gained.

Is this what is stored in my destiny,
half way through my life's journey.

expected so many avenues on the way,
but ended up like a seamless castaway"

I am glad I no longer feel the same. Even now I'm longing for the day when I will smile without any fear. I am quite hopeful that that day isn't far. You are my only hope, You are my messiah, You are my Supreme Power, You are my everything. I am happy to have an amazing family who has always stood by my side during my difficult times. These words are not random ramblings but my current state of mind. This disease has prevented me  but it won't defeat me from doing what I dreamt of! My mother always used to say that When God closes all door from my life, he keeps an invisible door for you that he would reveal at some point in time. I am still in pursuit of that insivible door. I am quite sure you will resolve all the problems in my life. I have surrendered myself to you. I will always obey your words and despite all the sufferings, I trust you. I have never given up on you. I promise I have never been bad to my family.  Bree has grown up to be a beautiful girl and is brimming with mighty confidence day by day. Lots of Hugs, Love and Kisses to you, O dear God!


‘This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.’

PS  - I planned to write this post many years back but I had completely forgotten about this. This holds a special place in my heart. I am glad that I was able to finish this unfinished story that has been sleeping in my drafts for ages :) 
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