Once in their life..

"The people who love only once in their lives are really the shallow people. What they call their loyalty, and their fidelity, I call either the lethargy of custom or their lack of imagination. Faithfulness is to the emotional life what consistency is to the life of the intellect - simply a confession of failure." --Oscar Wilde
     
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As he looked in the mirror. A grin surpassed on his face. "How handsome I look, without having beard" he mumbled, stroking his clean shaved chin, soothing-feel of his shaved chin made him delight. After all, he has shaved  his beard after gap of six months.

"Why didn't I  shave my beard since then?" He questioned himself. "After all, Why do boys won't shave the beard after getting dumped by girl? What's the mystery behind beard and love failure?" Questions poped-up in his mind like weeds and made him to ponder for a while. "Is it the sign that we don't care for our outlook, when our loved ones reject us or is it for the fact that we become too diseased in thinking of our failed love and forget to do as simple work as shaving beard."
Perflexed he was, for the answers he came across, but neither the questions nor the answers could stop him from thinking about his ex. Infact they stirred his emotions and impelled him to remember her.

Yeah, how can he forget her, how can he forget the moment when he and she sat on beach watching the sunset, she leaning her head on his shoulder, promising him that she would be like sun to him which never forgets to meet ocean at the end of the day, no matter what all parts of earth it may roam.

"What happened to that promise?
What happened to her? Why she became rude? Why she became so heartless?" He thought and thought and thought..

No, he dint find answers. One sluggish day she messeged him saying that she is in love with other person. That's it.... she is gone, leaving behind memories for him.

Memories which killed him day by day, hour by hour and second by second. Memories which were once like  beautiful roses are now coercing thorns

"How can she be with other person? How can she? How can she easily tell me that she doesn't love me anymore? Can anyone be so heartless to say 'I don't love you anymore' after spending so many years with the person? How can? Wait, did she ever love me? No, I don't think so.. I doubt that... I doubt that.. even she had loved me for a split of second, if she did..the story would have  been different by now, but my love, my love for her was pure, I loved her as queen, I loved her as angel, I loved her as Goddess..."

"Where might she be now? May be with so called her new boyfriend, sitting on same beach, promising him the same words..."

Imagination of her with other person twitched his stomach. But that was no different to him, he has survived six months without her, more than that he has survived the fact of she roaming happily with other man. What would this mean to him other than one more emotional detriment.

Beep! Beep! A message flashed in his mobile "Hay, Where are you? Come quick. Don't make a girl to wait on her very first date" it read.

"O! This girl she is not like her, she is definitely not like her.. I trust this girl, I hope she loves me forever, I hope she does..

His own thoughts abated his painful-feelings. And he stepped outside the room with smiling face to meet his new (Girl)friend.

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A Silent Plea

(A six-year-old girl held a Barbie doll in both hands and gazed straight into its eyes.)

"Why, Barbie... Why? Why am I not as safe as you? They say education is a must these days, but I fear going to school, Barbie. It's not just school—I fear going outside, talking to men... I don't know whom to trust. Can you tell me, Barbie? What wrong have we done? People say we were civilized thousands of years ago, and I am in the most cultured society. Tell me, Barbie, is this what they call their culture? Is this the civilization they talk about? Feminism is what all women fight for, but now I feel we need more than just feminism—we need social security. Not only for women but also for children like me. Where is humanity? Animals behave better than us. I wish I could have been born like you, Barbie—like a toy, as safe as you are."

"Come for dinner, Putti," her Amma called from the kitchen.

She placed the Barbie toy on the table and walked towards the kitchen with a downcast face and a deeply wounded heart.

As she stepped outside the room, tears rolled down from Barbie's eyes (in which the longing soul of the Delhi gang rape victim resided).

THE DREAM

This is a story is about a guy who took zero marks in his class test where as his class mates took out off. He wants everyone to know reason behind it. he tells it in the form of a story.

Here it starts......

This is my first story may be the last one because you know, i hate writing, if i loved it i could have scored well in my class test. I left the blank page of my answer sheet blank just because i hate writing. I said my answer sheet was blank because ..... Somebody knocked my door then i woke up it was 8:36EM (for me it is early morning,(em)) exact and i opened door it was my friend called me for  breakfast i had only few minutes to get ready because mess closes at 8:50. I took 4mins to wash my face and then we headed towards mess.

I recalled my dream, wow! what a wonderful dream it was. I was writing a story at lest in dream. I could have completed it, oh shit! why he woke me, i got angry on my friend. He dint even had a character in my dream story what right he had to spoil my dream. i was eager to sleep again just to continue my dream. We had a great break fast and we came from mess and then  i went to sleep. I had a nice sleep, as usual my friend again woke me up at 1:00PM to have lunch but this time i dint had any dream.

I finished my lunch i thought to my self this time no sleep nothing i will complete story my self no need to get help from sleep. I don't know why  God made a thing called "dream" day dream ruins life and night dream kills sleep. Dream doesn't have any value. I took pen and paper and recalled my dream and started writing.

This is my first story ..............................................................................................................................
.......................... i said my answer sheet was blank because (then i continued it) question paper was out and all my colleagues had pre-written answer sheets with them (we have to take our own answer sheet with us to exam hall they wont provide it since it is a simple test) my friends came to exam just to spend 20mins with peace and to submit their pre-wrote answer sheet. I even dint tried to write answers in my sheet so i submitted blank sheet, i hate writing to such an extent. I questioned my self how i am writing this story on my own when i hate to write even answers on my sheet which will fetch some marks. whatever it may be finally i wrote what i wanted everyone to know the reason behind my zero marks then again somebody knocked my door.......

Then i opened eyes slowly it was 8:36EM exact and then i opened door it was same friend who called me for breakfast in my dream was calling me for the same in real. Oh! God it was a dream, this time my friend has a character in it. I got an answer to my question. No, i dint wrote story on my own. It is the dream which completed it. oh dream helped me to complete my story now in my dictionary the word DREAM has got some value. I thanked God for creating such an wonderful thing so called DREAM.

I washed my face and headed towards mess.........