11.11.11

She could see the stars, as the wind caressed her, her hair flying in tandem with the wind. She smiled, this was her most cherished moment. She kept her eyes open inspite of the wind, her eyes were wet, the droplets left their abode and passed through her almond shaped eyes.. She felt the warmth of the tears as the cold enveloped her frame.

                                         

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4 years ago.  

‘Tamara’, the name was all it took for the boys in my college to gaze in the direction of which her name was called. Her slender frame carried everything she wore with grace, be it a simple pair of jeans and t-shirt, to salwar kameez. 
Yes!! And she did have the girls going green with envy.

Resident Dormitus - Vikas Rathi

                                      
About the Author : Vikas Rathi (32) is a Chartered accountant by profession and has done his Mba from IIM Bangalore. He was born and bought up in a middle class family in Jaipur. Having Drifted happily through life in cities like Mumbai, Singapore, and Kuala Lumpur, he is currently working in Procter and Gamble in Singapore. During his spare time , Vikas likes to read, write, travel etc. Having Drifted happily through life in cities like Mumbai, Singapore, and Kuala Lumpur. He has random obsessions like dropping one-liners, missing deadlines, and an unhealthy attachment to his slippers.

The Plot : The Protagonist Achet takes us through the novel, weaving around the lives of his friends – Dev , Arjuna , Alex and Bala. The main element of this story is about the High end Corporate life that many of us dream about , and the mad rush behind acquiring the same.

Dev’s character is that of an individual who has seen many failures, however he strives towards working on them and gets back on his feet. 

Arjuna’s character revolves mainly around a person who has certain rules (which are easy to follow), stays in his limit, and someone who is strongly attached to the cause of Tamilians in Sri Lanka, and after his Dad’s demise, owing to a similar cause , he vows to dedicate his life for the same.

Broken Wings

         I thought I would miss your absence

         But your presence was never endearing

         I could never understand what made me go on

         Maybe the idea of being hurt was inviting

         I know I don’t want to be with you again

         But the thought of your absence does warm my eyes

         In the loneliness I found myself

         The same ‘me’ I lost around you

         Your words had me enticed

         I realize now, that,

         Words have a surreal effect

         If not matched with actions

         They become hollow,

         Like you…..