‘You Are My Hero’

She pulled open the draw to put back her stationery. Accidentally, her eyes glared at few familiar papers, the bearer of evergreen stories. She couldn’t stop herself from picking those up— this has happened for the tenth time. She blushed until her plump cheeks were tired.

The slightly pulp-coloured papers smelled of him. Until she could feel his aroma in her bones, she kept it close, bound to her. His words were full of vigorous vibes nudging her soul, beckoning to be a part of him forever. The distance condensed in seconds, but from within. This condensation, of love, is a stand apart. Beating the theories of science, tears rolled. The water-proof ink on the paper couldn’t smudge though it was moved by her love.

This time, the tears were with grief. Each time she partially builds up her dream castle, it demolishes. She’s brave, that’s what she considers and builds it again. Every dream had the same fate. The evil doubts bubbled up whether the fate really wants them to be together. To live everyday in a relation with his soul seemed to be a struggle.

In a corner of her head she had this— ‘It’s us who directs and acts the life’s drama. So the drama would be my creation. I can’t blame the fate if I gave my role to it. Whatever I direct now, will happen any moment. ’

A while later, she realised that each letter’s last line read the same— “You’re my hero. Be one forever.” A one sided smile cracked up the salty patches on her cheek and she mumbled, “Damn, I’m the protagonist and I never knew it.”

The Unidentified love

She wanders every morning in her lawn which was positioned right in front of the biggest mansion of the town. It had water lilies, tulips, chrysanthemums, roses, a pond and a few mango trees. She felt their presence, ruling out her solitude, bringing in solace. The sandalwood furniture, silver spoons and gold plates, stone studded sculptures, linen curtains, plush jewel boxes, artsy interiors, and the ever ready servants – were always meaningless to her! She always felt crammed in the bungalow, like a trapped rat!

Only in the mornings she was allowed to be in the lawn; she was warned otherwise- her possessive father’s strict orders. She never needed any of these costly possessions. She just needed a happy family. Little did her father know about this. She missed her mom a lot. Ignorance of the importance of parenting by her dad made it even worse. She wanted to be like her friends. Happy with the family- going on an outing once in a while, spending time talking, giggling, playing with siblings.
She mostly finds her dad depressed when he’s at home. At other times, he gets self-centered and ignores her. She has tried many times to convey her feelings to him, craving for love. At other times, she wonders- ‘Is it a thing to be asked for?’

She once asked him, “Dad, do you really love me?”

He was surprised. He stopped flipping the pages of the newspaper, reacted vigorously saying, “Can’t you see it? You’ve so many things which others can’t even dream of! I’ve got the best of everything for you and you still ask this question?”

His eyes were filled with tears suddenly. He then said, in a low tone, “You’re the only reason that I’m still alive. I love you, child.”

She has never seen her dad like this. All she did was to give him a tight hug and whisper, “You’re the best dad.”

She then wondered standing in the lawn the next dawn, how many people have pure love in their hearts but express it in a poor way, failing to reap the results of the amazing relations! She never complained about her dad again, even though things remained the same.

Every place has an unidentified love which when identified can change one’s life!
People, please keep searching for it before it’s too late!

A Mystery.

Two creations, all gaffed

golden dreams suppressed within

barged, as humans, on earth

regions distanced them.

Venturing challenges,

bloomed half.

Remained calculating

the next half to be faced.

In this route,

sojourned at same spot,

never knowing it happened,

parted again.

In the next accost, understanding ,

their meet already,

cherished them

Declaring it a co-incidence, one in many.

Exuberance filled the air,

When each second spent together,

But, divine will interrupted,

Were cut apart again.

Tiny hearts, large hopes

Reviving the merriment; ask-

We Together landed,

Shall we retire as this?