Ms. Typewriter

Every time when I saw his face and smile, I didn't even imagine that there would come a day when he would leave me and go. For me it was something which I considered as unbearable and unfathomable. Maybe because I was never ready to accept the reality. That reality which scattered and shattered my life. We think we have so many tomorrow's coming our way, but the real thing is our present is a big question mark.  We may have so many unsaid words to say. We may have so many dreams to live. We may have so many relations to cherish. We may have so many regrets to live with. We may have so many many things to do. But we don't have the so called tomorrow which we keep waiting for! They say," He left and one day we all too will live this world." They are completely right in some sense.   But, how do I accept that he is gone?  How do I accept that he couldn't fulfill his promise of coming back? How do I accept that I would never be able to live under his s

The day came to an end and my work too! The set of this day's responsibility ended with worry of next day's work. Every night when I lay down I wonder how much I have changed in these three years. There were days when I enjoyed doing everything but now everything feels like a burden. The relationship which was everything for me is now just a name sake ship which keeps sailing without any destination. Sometimes I laugh at myself for being so stupid and naive. I thought , if you give love you'll receive love.  If you give respect ,you'll recieve respect. If you do good, you'll be treated good. But none of these is true. You will always be taken for granted. In fact no one wants to even acknowledge that you are a human being too who not only needs food, water and shelter but also love , respect and care. Why didn't I live for myself? I always keep thinking about it. Maybe because I was so busy finding my happiness in others who never deserved my love. I

Stuthi was mesmerized to see the black bag which was displayed outside that store. She couldn't take her eyes off. She could sense the material and comfort of the bag without even touching it. "Appa, look at that, how beautiful it is." Stuti told her father pointing towards the bag. "Hmm, it is indeed beautiful.But we cannot buy it as it is out off our budget." Her father said adjusting his spectacles. "Why do you need a bag now? Buy it after you get married." Her mother said sternly. Stuthi kept quiet and started leaving from there but not before glancing at the bag for one last time. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Stuthi was roaming around the mall with her husband.  "Look at that bag." Stuthi pointed towards the glass window of the shop where a beautiful black bag was displayed. "Hmm, it is beautiful." Said her husband. "Shall we buy it?" Stuthi asked him. "Why d