Mere Raddiwala

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Ramanlal earned a lot before losing everything to circumstances.
Now he knows what he doesn’t want and knows what he wants.
So he buys what people don’t want and sells it to the needy ones.
The world might be unknown to his little world but he is the undisputed hero of it.
Mere Raddiwala or a Messiah in disguise.

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My Way And Not Highway

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During Diwali we travelled to Chandrapur, my in-laws place. Surrounded by dense forest, Tadoba being the most ferocious one. Being an adventurous family, we drove around midnight into Tadoba; hoping to encounter some wildlife. Surrounded by darkness and following the light from our headlight we were driving through the silence and a certainty of being lost. My husband saw an old man sitting far away smoking his chillam. He stopped and asked him “How far is the Highway; baba?’ he smirked and replied ‘I’ve always been here but never saw any highway. Not even after” he paused “I Died”

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Cunning Me

A month ago when Shraadh month was about to end. None of my fellow beings seem to be worried because they are stuffed for now. People who are feeding us today will shoo us away tomorrow as soon as we peep through their kitchen window as if we have turned into black witches. 
Here comes a treat for me, the relatives of the old woman who died three years back, they think I’m her. Can’t they differentiate a Crow’s gender? Never mind, even I’m not going to touch the food unless I’m treated with some continental cuisines instead of the same old sabji-roti.

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Ticket ? to Fantasy

They were strangers sitting next to each other in an almost empty theatre.
Their hands touched accidentally and her fantasies threw sparks.
She felt a drop of sweat running down her spine and shuddered on finding him staring at her.
She closed her eyes and he got his cue that he was waiting for. Started with kiss but lead to things that left her fantasies look like zilch. 
He kissed her forehead and left.
She sat there, her thoughts echoing what just happened with a total stranger. 
Unsure if all of this was just a figment of her imagination.

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Calmness In Chaos

Market yard or the farmer’s market is a place where you get to know some amazing things about life and liveliness. These people might not have the cleanest hands and their clothes may seem less than ordinary to us but they have the richness of affection and understanding of life.

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You will experience the raw flow of emotions and well placed arguments. Some sounds will sooth while some might irritate you yet there is this deep serene calmness despite the chaos.

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Unpredictable Life.

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.. He took few last puffs before entering the place.
They have asked him to sort everything in a week and come back for future treatment.

But, he knew that few days won’t be enough to sort everything he has ever dreamed of.
Thus, with a deep sigh he entered a chamber tagged as ‘Department of Cancer Diagnosis’.

A Magical Experience.

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I felt the need for music that would match the rain outside. I started searching for the cassette that my old friend, a famous Psyche, gifted me recently.
It surprised me as it seemed that the songs were playing to my mood and the slumber crept in.
Today, drowned in sadness, I walked into my room with a need for some music that would calm me.
Played the same cassette and once again the songs were playing to match my mood but before the music could drown me, I realized that this time the songs were different.

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You.

You are the echo..
To my loneliness.

The sound..
       The gentle wind.

You are the soothing breeze..
      That eases the chaos within.

You are the Smile..
      Devouring all over me.

The confession..
      I’m Committed to.

You are the urge..
      That satiates my craving too.

You are the eternity for me.
You are my Muse.
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I miss us.

I love to see love in your eyes
I crave for your handwritten letters
I like to nibble the inked finger of your.
I miss the smell of the dried ink in there..

I love to see the smiling eyes of yours.
The one that says that they belong to me.
I wait for you to laugh again on my silly jokes.
I miss those teary eyes after a hearty laugh.

I love to see my fingers locked in yours.
I fancy for those tickles in my palms.
I like the feel of a gentle touch of your fingertip.

I miss us.

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Your Words..

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Your words..

They mesmerizes me..
They reminds me of your presence.
They touches my soul..
They makes me believe in my being

Yours words
They heal me
They make me weak
They intrigues me
They make me calm
They brings us close
And take me away from the world.

Your words..

They mesmerizes me..
They reminds me of your presence.
They touches my soul..
They makes me believe in my being

Read me again..
For the sake of those unspoken words.

Write me again..
For the sake of all these #musings
That made you feel my presence.

Words..

Yes, they Matter.
When it comes from the right one.
Otherwise they are mere words.