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RENDEZVOUS

“Wow so madam you have a secret crush on me ..great , one more name added to my list of admirers” Rajiv commented. Though it was a silly application on Facebook that evoked the narcissist in Rajiv , he was actually quite happy about the post. He secretly wished it was true. This feeling came from the bottom of his heart though the heart is a bottomless thing whose non-existant bottom rests on imagination and renders reality useless. Lucky are those who manage to merge these two era of imagination and reality and they suffer from an incognito feeling that urges them to forget the miseries of life. In more common terminology they are struck with happiness.

Smita on the other hand unable to mitigate her rising ego , commenced supressing her feelings and commented back “Dude I have hundreds of guys after me , so stop suffering from superiority complex.” The clash started and as soon as the incipient tingle of a cat fight aroused in both of them , they decided to move to the personal chat. After a huge bombardement of words , they both decided to impose their angers on each other via stickers. The fight wouldn’t have ceased had not some jerk commented about peace on the post that was the pioneer of such dramatically charged situations. Now as if out of the blue a bolt struck them and they realised and embedded in themselves the value of “ United we stand , divided we fall” , they jointly decide to suffocate the poor jerk with words and almost kill him with their sarcasm. However , this recharged their grey cells and the fight continued untill Rajiv’s phone battery went low. This provided for a boost to Smita’s ego. The next time they came online , Smita had already blocked him. Rajiv reciprocated in the same manner.

Rajiv had met his childhood buddy Smita after ages on Facebook.They didn’t even exchange numbers when fate played this sinister like game with them. He always liked her and he even after being the most handsome guy in class never received any attention from Smita. He was sure Smita didn’t like him. He was right , she didn’t like him, she loved him.

Ego’s third party politics spoilt it all for these two.Some feelings never turn into a relationship yet they exist.Some people never say yet they love each other. Time rushed and soon 5 years passed by. Rajiv and Smita both had unblocked each other.

Maturity had got the better of them. Time has taught Rajiv to let go of his ego and gathering courage he typed “I Love You Smita “ and sent it . The message was seen and this created butterflies in his stomach. Smita blocked him again , not because he offended her , but because time didn’t permit their love. She was getting married in about two days time.

Rajiv’s ego rose like the pheonix and he reblocked her. No maturity can redirect their senses towards the truth , towards love , though you can never trust destiny. Yet they love each other.

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SMILE

The mystic smell of the perfume aroused an uncanny feeling in his mind that made his heart skip several beats , not in joy but in fear. What if she has hunted him down ? What if she exploited him again ? Well his nightmares were true to its core. Finally she has found him. The 15 year old kid rather boy sat drenched in fear , pushed himself to the futhest end of the big hollow pipes kept on the roads for construction purposes. Heavy breathing of this boy christened Rohan by his parents prevailed the air along with the smell of the perfume that send shives down his spine which somehow transformed into butterflies and entered in stomach , giving him a hollow feeling that he could have almost frozen to death. How he wished he dies yet he cared for his dear life and clenched on to his life as long as nature preserved him and allowed him to survive the catastrophes  that were lurking around. 

The heavy breating indicated his presence and his mistress , Priti Dhillon flashed her torch around .A beam of light engulfed the darkness very ironically enough and the monstress found the innocent kid hiding and escaping her clutches. She caught hold of him by his elbow and dragged him out , thrashing him and mouthing curse words at the same time.Amongst her curse words were lost the pleading of an innocent kid who had done no wrong yet had to pay for sins unknown.

Rohan worked for Priti and no this wasnt the usual case of child labour. Priti was a single woman who claimed she practiced black magic and most people believed she could do wonders. Rohan was her object of experiment and she tried all wird kind of spells on him which included really grotesque stuffs like swallowing the urine of a certain bird. Sometimes she would make him eat feathers and fur of animals and make him dance around the fire naked. This woman thrashed him time and again when for minor faults of his the spells would go wrong. Everyone in the community believed she was powerfull and being the selfish kind humans are , no one dared complaining against her. The boy had come here to work on his own and everyone fearing cases of child labour didnt employ him. Priti had employed him and ever since that day , the torture started.rohan was grateful to her until and unless when one day the levels of torture crossed its limits.Rohan had not expected Priti would go upto that extent. Priti being a single woman had hormonal disbalance and she exploited and harrassed Rohan sexually. Rohan didnt like it. So he had escaped one fine day. Being illiterate and being a complete stranger to the area , he couldnt succceed.

Priti dragged Rohan along the road to her home , as his skin scratched here and there.Drops of blood spilled here and here , and he yelled in pain. She mercilessly dragged her to the house . And locked him in a room, his cries vanishing in mid air went unheard or rather received some psuedo hearing.

She entered the room a few hours later . Rohan's tears had dried by then. She started assaulting him sexually and when this couldnt wake him up , in anger she tried the burning cigar on his body. This too didnt help. She kicked him .Even this didnt help. She realised he was dead and thew him in the heap. 

The sweeper found his dead body and reported to the police. A lot of comotion and arrest missed something,The boy had woken up , somehow managed to stand up , walk a bit and stood amongst the crowd. The people considering him to be a mere beggar shooed him away. He smiled at the idiocy. These were the same people who are shouting slogans against Priti protesting for "his death ". They didnt even know the victim. He walked away from that spot without anyone noticing him . He went away in search of a new life may be. His search ended soon with a car hitting him, may be his new life was allocated in heaven. Now the same public got hold of the the cab driver and started protesting for the "death of a beggar boy ". Strange isnt it ?? this is the reality. Rohan just before dying could sense the protests from whatever negligible amount of life was left in him. 

The only thing was that police were very uch surprised how a boy could die with a smile brighter than that of Monalisa ?? No one understood the sarcasm behind his smile.

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LOVE KILLS

The 10 year old was happily playing with her own fingers , lost in a word beyond the realms of reality. the long chappy fingers of her right hand slowly caressed those of her left hand. A loud crashing noise that most probably had originated in the kitchen shifted her attention to the source of the sound. She got up , rushed out of her dream world and hurried towards the kitchen. The scene there made her stopeed abruptly. Her mom was franatically throwing things around and shouting out curse words aimed at her father , her daddy dearest , her hero.The woman who rarely spoke in a high tone in front of her husband today cried out loud "You bloody man , why the heck did you spoil my life ?? You cheat on me. You are having extramarital affairs. I saw you hugging your secretary" 

A extemely chivalrous gentleman came in , took the little girl's hand and asked her to wait in her room. The little girl went to her room and as they say curiosity kills the cat , she returned back in few seconds and watched from a distance. Her father in a soft tone tried to explain things but the rage of a woman especially when she is misunderstanding you can lead to grotesque consequences. It was no different this time. the sharp end of the knife penetrated through his heart and life oozed out of him with the flowing blood. He managed to type something on his phone adressing it to his little daughter Saira. Saira seeing her dad's murder and her mom's  rage had a deep impact on her mind and such  impact that it made her pack her set of favourite toys , take out her her  secret savings of about rupees five hundred and fled the blood stains her family has jut been convicted of. With the five hundred rupees she wandered about here and there until and unless she was picked up by a drug mafia who promised to take care of her if she supplied "powder packets " to customers. She happily agreed. It was almost two days since she has left home. She wondered if mom would get worried and what her friends at school would do and how her teachers would react. But at the same time she felt important that she was living on her own. Time passesd, the drug dealer Aman took care of Saira and educated her and fed her. Soon time flew and Saira grew up to bea preety young lady who now definitely knew what those "powder packets " actually were. She now willingly supplied drugs to potential customers and her beauty was an added advantage. Looks attracted men young and old and she slowly introduced them to drugs after false promises of love. This increased the potential customers. Aman was growing old and now the entire business was being run by Saira.

Meanwhile Saira's mom was convicted of murder and sentenced to life time imprisonment. The news had done the rounds but Saira was too young to understand things back then.

Saira's business was doing really well and she had a small boutique also which was her"official business"Things were  going perfect when suddenly destiny decided to play with emotions. Saira's phone wasnt working and the shop gave her an old phone to use. after straining her brains , she remembered it was her dad's phone. She searched all files and folders of the phone to see if there were any traces of her father. She still remembered how she used to beg her father for his phone and he smiled and said you will get it only when you grow up. Finally the drafts in the message section  quenching her thirst. The message read " I did not have any extra marital affair , the reason iwas murdered, a normal work relation demands hugs and formality. Its not your mothers fault though. Being from the outskirts of the city and less advanced and less developed parts , it was definitely a big deal for her. Hope you will understand and take care of her. " 

The message matured Saira as if by magic.The hatred she bore for her parents changed to a love that had been supressed so long.Suddenly an idea struck her and she surrendered her drugs business to the cops. This led to her imprisonment. However she never met her mom. She definitely did hear of stories of the woman who killed her husband because she felt another woman in her husband's life would spoil her daughters life. Saira never saw that lady because she died of severe hear attack , worried about her missing daughter. The guilt feeling in Saira disturbed her more and more. Finally after she got bail , she went to the graveyard , placed two boquets of roses ,one each on her parents graves and shot herself dead. Situations had forced her to believe "  Love kills and the earth is filled with way too bad things for pure love to exist . People who love are supposed to unite in heaven

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LIMITATIONS

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LONG LOST LOVE

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