Author - Jui Purohit.

  A beautiful smile on that innocent face, took her heart away. But, something felt uneasy, inside her. Manasi clutched her belly and exhaled promptly. She looked around but the innocent face had vanished in the crowd.  Manasi raked her fingers through her hair and stood on the street, still feeling a knot in her stomach, her eyes still searching. The street had posh cafes with teenagers queuing up at the entrance. The couples were holding hands, whispering in each others ears. Inside the cafe, were groups of friends sipping coffee and laughing at silly jokes. Alongside, there were garment shops buzzing with women and young girls. Daughters insisting their moms to buy more clothes, and moms arguing with them saying their cupboards were already full. Yet, surrendering to their daughters' demands, eventually. The school across the street had ended for the day and little kids adorning blue uniforms, were rushing out of the gates with their parents. Few kids were crying, hugging t...

Writing vents all that is stagnant deep inside. Words become therapy and mind feels a certain comfort. You don't want to fight, you are weary of it. But you want to let it out, then what better a medium than writing can come to your aid! Scribble, even if it makes no sense to others. If it heals you, so be it. You don't write because there are readers, you write to feel at ease. The encumbrance just dwindles away, slowly with each word and line. From your dazed mind it just fades away, even if it stays on the paper, the effect it had is no more. It isn't as serious or hurting as it was when your heart was carrying it's burden. And it's there, to revisit and remember how calmly you fought your battles. "It's easy for a writer to say this", is this what you are thinking? I would like to differ. It's not a therapy for a writer alone. Try writing a journal or a diary. I bet you would feel the same. Once you decide to vent it out, the medium isn't p...

 "Why me? Why can't there be a smooth path ahead? Why do you do this to me?", I fight with Bhagwanji. I want answers from Him. I blame Him. I argue, I get upset, I take offence.  "You never listen to me, my prayers", I hold Him accountable, again and again. Yet I know he is listening. He gives back in unexpected ways. He is there up somewhere always listening. No matter how we talk back. No matter what we do. No matter how crudely we hold Him responsible for our deeds.  I know He has my back. He is the Almighty, however, feels like a friend. Sometimes a guide, a philosopher, somebody who is approachable yet not really. I question Him every now and then. I question His plans too. But deep down I know, His plans are always better. I trust Him.  "Just as love is a verb, so is faith" - Nannie Helen Burroughs. But I also am apprehensive, as a human being, who doesn't know what's in store for me. "Have faith", is what my mind keeps telling ...

 "Ahem! Ahem! Hmmm, hmmmm", a strange husky voice filled up the complete atmosphere.  "Such an irritating sound that is", I say to myself. "Why don't they gargle or take some lozenges (cough drops)?". "It wouldn't have been this bad if you had refrained from eating icecreams for consecutive 3 days. What lozenges, you may need antibiotics now!", the hoarse voice iterates. I look around to see who is taunting me. And how are my icecreams their culprits? "None of your business!", I murmur. "Okay then bear with it", the same hoarsely sound. "Who are you and if you've guts speak face to face", I dare the unknown.  But nobody pops out.  Instead the irritation continues, "Hey, ignorant female, it's me, your inner voice". I again look around to see if someone is pranking me. But when I hear this my eyes open wide, "This female keeps changing her mind. She doesn't follow her own set up routi...

  *CLICK HERE FOR PREVIOUS PART(16)* We have code names for all our missions and I would like to name 'our' highly confidential mission as Code LOVE , Prithvi said looking at Dharaa. Dharaa stared with big eyes and Prithvi added further, Doctor hasn't signed up the pact yet. But as both of you are our people, I will like to urge her once again to hop on board, you being the eyewitnesses.  Enough..enough...Let's focus on the mission in hand. Code LOVE will be fruitful after this mission succeeds, Dharaa tried to dodge the situation again. Ok saheli as you say. So what's the plan Prithvi?, Ayushi came to her friend's rescue. Tarun leaned in to hear too. Our agents are tracking their illegal activities. We've been sending some agents disguised as patients so we've collected a lot of evidences. Videos, photographs and also recordings. Sundar's inputs along with Tarun's has also aided the mission now. We will issue a warrant soon so the criminals are ...

*CLICK HERE FOR PREVIOUS PART(13)* Should I give him a call? Would it be very abrupt. I hope it won't bother him. He is still recovering. But I need to discuss this asap. He has to know their evil intentions too, Dharaa's   thoughts were waging a war in her head. And finally her mind gave up.   Hello, is it Prithvi Rathod?, Dharaa called Prithvi's number.  Dharaa? How did you get my number?, Prithvi asked. Prithvi we will talk about this later. First we need to meet soon. I'm ready to help you. I have to know everything about the hospital. I am prepared to fight, Dharaa replied.  But I need to rest a day or two. My doctor has advised me to do so, Prithvi chuckled.  Tchh! Prithvi I am serious. You need to be serious too, Dharaa said. Doctor I am serious, very very serious about you. But you just gave me a paracetamol and left. What about my answer Dharaa? Have you given a thought? I know, I'm in a profession that requires confronting peril every other day. But...