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 Closed Doors The closed doors have many memories locked. It has seen a different shade and introduced myself to many new versions of me. Sometimes I believed that was the only living world.   Everything else was rounding around that and by default, I always prioritized that life than any other life. Roughly, starting Sep 2004, I am been part of various organization. A lot of learning. Full of ups & downs.   This spicy life had every masala needed for life! The life that gives humble and pride at the same time!! Getting in there was not easy journey... Sometimes all mattered is the books temporarily memorized and the fancy number in the marksheet been the admission card to this life. Even though it does not matter once you step in, it matters for introduction for this life. Like any arranged marriage, where the bride serves tea to everyone and here people serve them in the one-page profile with full of colorful and hoping words. There is no gender bias. But yes,...

Dread..👽👽 I am been thinking a lot on what to write esp. for this blog, because I was afraid I would not be able to stand by the expectations.  The fear, the most powerful weapon which I always over played.. If I have to list the things that I am afraid of, the list will not end by a day.. Let me say, some of the best fear I have not overcome or not explored because there was no situation created to overcome .. that said, sometimes the best fear can be beaten in a situation when you do not have choice left..Time, Situation and the path that you choose to follow are the best friends to overcome fear.. I am afraid of💁 Being stranger Until the moment I smile & speak.. Of new rules Until the moment I started to practice Of the embarrassment Until I learnt to embrace myself   Of the days it went As I was not able to Foresee what is stored in past.   Of being excel Until I trained myself To be disciplined   Of left alone Until the moment I choose...

  Number 13. 💀   “Sir, you look like an IT guy, what happened sir? what brought you here?”, ask inmate. I did not want to kill those 12 people. But I need to do it. The inmate with a shell shock expression, says, 12 murders!!   “Yes! Do you want to listen?” It all started when I got a call from them. They said if I don't do it, my family and I might die. I reached the hotel much earlier than I expected. She handed over the room key to me. The room number read No.13. A perfect number for murder. I smiled and tried to settle down. Briefly, the room was kept clean and had two beds. I assumed that no one would share the room. I had a full proof plan for my last murder execution. Once again, I revisited my plan. Sharp 9 PM, dine with him and make him to smell. That’s all! Job done. I checked the packet and reconfirmed by myself. I need to make him smell. With reconfirmation, looked at the watch. It is 4 PM. I decided to rest for a while after shower.   I laid ...

 Ant and Sweet! Diwali is around the corner. Chandra is too busy in kitchen. It is the time where she gets to see once again her mother-in-law’s culinary skills. She is been the helper in the kitchen as always. With helping in kitchen work, she must listen to her mother-in-law stories. Even though it is quite annoying, she is sort of got adjusted to her new role. Once the sweets are done, Chandra carefully arranged the sweets into the stainless less containers. The sweets are meant for distribution to the neighbors and relatives. Two days to go for Diwali. She is worried that these sweets must not be filled with ants. To save the sweets from ants, Chandra draw a white line around the sweet containers, with the chalk piece that can kill ants. Blacky and Brownie, tiny ants were roaming the around the kitchen since the time sweets preparations were started. Not only them, even his friends, cousins and far relatives already started tasting the uncooked sweets. They even eagerly waite...

  Misty Palace...🧊   Beyond the mist, there is a palace which is not in use for a longer time. But the palace has a treasure which many people want to make it of their own. Once someone enters there, they never returned.   Long ago, there lived a witch princess named, Misty. This princess mastered herself in witches art. She used her spell to get what she wanted. One day, she saw a handsome sage while she was plucking flowers. It was love at first sight. She approached the sage and expressed her willingness to marry him. Sage politely refused her saying, he has broken all the earthly bonds and he is on the way to Himalayas to continue tapas. She gets infuriated and spell on him to become a parrot so that she could cage him and keep it with her all the time.  As she spelled, Sage transformed to parrot. Sage was saddened by his fate and his inability to reach Himalayas. As the day went, Princess was not ready to release the parrot and parrot reached his final days...

  ***Inspired by real incidents.. this story is not to give any message.. it just an incident that I happen to observe..”   Sridevi , was in office. It was past 10 PM. Another 2hrs to go for the day.. She was into her deep thoughts , I assume that she was making a plan for the next day release by overlooking the team. Suddenly, her mobile interrupted with a vibration. With hesitant, she looked at the mobile questioning herself, “who would be at this time?”.   The mobile displayed   “Amma” calling. She disconnected the ring and started staring at the mobile for 2 secs with a terrified look. I could sense, a strange fear that caught her.   Sometimes,   our instinct could tell the other end mindset if we are connected so well.   Might be she would have sensed something wrong.. I waited patiently and observed her.. I could say she was confused while she dialed back her mother. After the call, she moved out of the place. I silently followed her as I was c...

  “I do not know where I lost you.. But I am sure , you would know the path to come back.. Waiting for you.. “   Missed Connection..   A Hypothetical thought, if there was a Craiglist existed in epic.. Looking for Nalan.. (Mahabharata) Nalan, the king of Nishadha Kingdom. I heard about his greatness through a swan. He was great with his culinary skills. I was convinced and fell in love with him without looking at him in-person. I choose to marry him over the gods who attended my swayamavara . Along with handful of blessing, we earned wrath too. My husband, Nala had clean habits expect the one ! the gambling, dice game. On the dice, my Nalan lost the Kingdom.We walked over the forest ,hills and starved..Nalan was not able to see my struggle. For my happiness, he left me in the mid-way assuming I would return back to my father’s kingdom.. But I decided not to go back.  Now, waiting for him in the middle of new kingdom , mocking myself as a servant.   - D...