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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…..

                                                 

A Promise that was kept

The Drawing room was filled with Rakshits and Anika’s pictures – all "screamed" Happy Happy Happy in unison. There was not a moment that wasn’t captured. Their honeymoon, post honeymoon,with her baby, with friends, without friends, with his family, with her family, her besties, his besties, their common friends,office colleagues, neighbours, neighbours dog, watchman (you get the point right?).

                                           

This couple was the envy of other married couples. Wives nudged their husbands saying “cant you be more like Rakshit??” to which they’d respond “you are not Anika”. Their chemistry hadn’t dwindled in the last 8 years of marriage.

Diary of a Sales Representative

Brad had always been my best friend. I knew him from as far as I could remember, from the time I was 5. My parents discouraged me from talking with him, they wanted me to have “real” friends.. But, I knew he was all I ever wanted; I never felt the need to have more friends. I could talk with him about everything, my parents, teachers, my infatuations, he used to listen patiently and offer me the best of solutions.

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Olivia, was someone I really liked, but she never reciprocated, Brad knew how I felt, he knew I was hurt, he asked me to talk to her again, when she is alone, so that she could answer, as to why she didn't like me.

My parents felt I was going way beyond control was angry with them as well, but Brad was the only one who was there to help and talk it out with me. He helped me sort out my differences with them, am happy now.

Feels like love...

It’s not important as to how long we have been with each other

Its how many memories we have of each other that counts

It’s not important as to how well you know me

Its how you always understood

It’s not important how often you held my hand

Its how you never let go

It’s not important how many times you called

It’s how you were always there

It’s not important to remember everything

Its how you never forgot to make me smile

Faithfully Unfaithful

He never felt his body being aroused this way, never with his wife, this he knew was “love”. It was time for him to go…. a look was enough to make him stay, but he had to go to come back. He kissed  him , and left for his home.....