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Farewell & Pixie Dust

People move, They move around quite so lot And some place they stay For quite some time Maybe strike a match, With some similar minds Nobody knows how or when But when that happens, People gather memories I call them pixie dust ‘Coz I love to fantasize Slowly and so slowly All the little dusts Gathers up and settles down But people move, And when they do, All the pixie dust that has gathered Glitters like in sun Spreading the warmth And all the emotions That’s packed in, Pours out like rain And sweet as it is to have be en with you, It is time for you to move too As much as I want you to be here It is only fair to tell you farewell, now And here we go, A little something , For the special someone ! I remember the first time I met you, crystal. Abhijit sir had told me that I will no longer be there in his team and has to shift to Compass . And that day you came and took me with you. I could not expect anything for i...

One Day!


I planned this day, very long back. Yes, finally exams are over. And I’ve got months on end, before the next semester. This day, I’ll go to my favorite bookstore to hunt down my favorite books. Hah. Yesterday my exams took their final toll, for the year. And I can’t hold myself to get this evening. Now you know – I’m a book-addict. More of an addict to everything related to books. Don’t get me started on this topic; I can talk for hours…no, days.

But wait, I’ve to go now. I carefully planned a mission to get money from my mom. And succeeded just now, in that. She isn’t a great fan of seeing-me-head-drowned-with-books, actually. I chose a Tee and Jeans to go with my usual shoes. But my mom made me wear this black Salwaar (She is all decency sometimes, while I just care about…nothing!). It’s plain and simple. Just because it’s black, I’m fine with it.

My bag – check. Mobile – check. Earphones – check. Yeah, I’m good to go. I waved bye to my mom as I pulled my slippers on (No shoes!).

I walk the familiar road – the one I walked ever since we moved here. I pulled out my mobile and put on my earphones. Nothing could be more comforting than music. I listed my playlist and hit-on. Instantly I was transported to another dimension, where everything is perfect and beautiful – nothing else. Without me noticing, my legs started moving to the rhythm. I eventually reached the bus stop. It’s early-evening and the bus stop is almost deserted, except for that one person.

He was in his casuals and had an amusing look on his face. He too, was listening music. I suddenly noticed that he is staring at me. I averted my eyes, and so did he. I lowered my music volume to look at him. I like studying people, too.

Suddenly I was aware of the voices behind me. Four guys started coming towards me, as I was watching. They look so rogue (not the Edward Cullen, handsome-roguish. But the real ‘rogue-ish’.) Wait, are they passing comments on me? My structure? They surround me and I’m scared. What am I supposed to do now? I want to scream BACK OFF NOW at them. But I can’t. I’m frozen. I closed my eyes to gain my composure.



And I realize they stopped and started to back off, for real. And then I saw him, the-guy-with-an-amusing-look. He is looking threatening now. They back tracked in a while. I’ve never felt so relieved than now. I looked gratefully at him. He smiled. And my insides warmed – a sense of security.

We waited for our buses – with our own thoughts. I wanted to thank him, but restrained. It felt like he’s having a deep conversation with himself. Eventually a bus came. He jerked and looked at it. He watched as it went. I walked to him and asked, “Wasn’t that your bus?”

He said, “Yes. It was.” What? But why didn’t he get into it? He answered my unasked question, “Your safety is my responsibility. I can’t leave you alone here.”

I’m touched. I can’t describe how much that means to me. I said, “Thanks anna! I wouldn’t have imagined today without you.” He smiled at me.

Eventually my bus came. I had an urge to hug him and say, “I wish everyone is as good as you.” We shook hands and I waved him bye. As I climbed the bus, he reached out into his bag and pulled a chocolate, handed it to me and said, “Hello! Have this and Have a nice life!”

I was overjoyed. And I kept waving at him until I could see him no more.

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I believe in the magic of life. And the magic happened today. With his whole anonymity to me, he had become a relationship in an instant. I didn’t even know his name. Does that matter? He’ll be my brother, forever. Not everyone is a beast. Goodness still exists. With hope, my journey continues!

A Message:

To those who think it’s daring to touch a girl, I say this. Just give a second and take a dictionary to look out for the meaning of ‘human’. You think you’re a daring person. Oh, it’s total bullshit. You’re an animal – with no brains and conscience. Not every time, you find a victim. You might better watch out, animals!


(The story is a work of fiction to look upon the issue of You-know-what.)

Be Human,


-Sp-

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    1. Thanks, Chechi. But this one's a sequel to the one, my friend wrote. Guess it goes well with that one. ;-) :-) :-)

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  2. I just loved both of ur sequels ..to be frank...both had same msg with same interpretation but in diff angles...hats off...cheers to u buddy..

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