Midnight Train

There were two men sitting in the train compartment, it was mid night then, there was howling and cries of wild beast coming certainly from the places where the train was going through.
After some time one of the man asked the second. Do you believe in ghosts?
“Yes”, he replied with a demon like smile and vanishes.
The man was astonished and stunt with fear, his fright pushed him forcefully to the wall, this shock make his skin shiver and his words stammered hard. He was unable to utter a single word, as he was dumped in horror.
He opened the compartment and ran in a hurry; he got tucked by a seat and fell. All passengers were laughing at him and suddenly there eyes turned red and blood started coming out of them.  As he cried all of them again disappeared.
He felt like his heart came in his mouth, sweat was all over his face. He stood up again and moved hither and thither and rushed to the door all the gates got closed and the windows to got locked up, all in one strike. His heart beat rushed to the ceiling of the compartment.
He freaked to the main gate of compartment to unlock and run to safety. When he was trying hard to unlock it he felt a tap on his shoulder, he with fear in his eyes moved backward the same man was there with the same demon like smile on his face, his eyes turn red in the second and bloods rained from it and came close to him And....
Save me, save me! Ghost GHostttt! , he cried to the loudest and his eyes wide opened.
And there was buzz of laughter spread among the passengers around him in the same compartment. It was the day and the midnight had over.

Written by
Ifa Agnes

Krish and Tassu

3 years after,
They met at the corner face to face,
None was able to avoid the gaze,
So, he smirked and
She gave a fake wave!

Are you fine she questioned.
As she could see beyond his sadness
Behind his smirk, smirk of loneliness
And murdering his own dream ,
With his own hand!

He smiled with lies,
That he was fine,
With my inquiry of his wariness,
To his lies, I didn't get my eyes,
To look into him so deep,
As he would had get before the 3 years sleep.

To his answer, I smiled,
Didn't sat there for being his relief,
Getting myself wounded for his grieves
Because it was he who had chosen this,
What right now he was going through!

Once Again A Depressing Post

Once Again A Depressing Post

    Once again, it was a depressing post of niyati!
"Missing somone"
   And I,  again  thought it was about  someone  who was never been  hers.
   And I began scolding her, again  without asking, whether that post was really concerned with it.
  " Niyati, Why don't you understand, people won't share ur pains and will make you comfortable but will make it more bitter, don't share ur feelings on social networks.
"Shivi,  I am sorry ,I hadn't told you, it's been a year of my nana's (maternal grandfather's) death, and today is his death anniversary. I am missing him a lot, I just can't believe that he isn't with us ".
    I was shattered with her words, she pardon without my grant for her apologies.. But I was just left regretting.
   " We human are very judgemental, we  without trying to  know different aspects of things and start giving our opinion and when we realise our mistake,  we aren't left to do much then feeling ashamed ".

Written by
Shivangi Saumya Suhani

The Unlucky Night

      The Unlucky Night

  After the medical treatment of his brother in law, Mr malik, Mr. Sharma was coming by bus, with him from Patna. In the way, the bus bus had broken down, at a desolate place, in the dead of night. Half of the passenger changed their bus and went toward their destination, but Mr. Sharma thought, the bus is being repaired, why do I change it, the journey will be chaos. So, he decided to wait till the bus  would be repaired.
  But destiny had different plan for him , nobody had known, what that night would change his as well as the life's of his belongings.
  In the dead of night, there came the Knights of evil of modern world 'Dacaiots'  with there Ak 47 and desi gun 'Tamancha'. Seeing this Mr. Sharma who had seated at last birth, hide his gold ring in one of his shoe and threw all his money under the  seat in front of him.
The Dacoits having covered there dreadful face with black piece of cloth of there black turban on there head, started shouted in loud voice
  "Jo hai de do , Jo hai de do , Ni to mar denge, jaan se mar denge, tamancha dekh rha hai na".
  And when the Dacoits came towards him, After snatching riches from others, threatened him for his life and asked for money.
  "I didn't have any", he said with stuttering voice .
  "Oye, Jyada shatir mat ban, samjha ke ni, Ye kaun hai, tere sath hai na. Iske pass paisa hoga na chal de, de be". In a voice as loud as loud can be.
  By bad fortune, there was money in Mr. Mallik's pocket, the Dacoits snatched it from him. Frightened Mr. Mallik didn't protested against them and took it from him.
  But Mr. Sharma with thoughts that how one can give there earnings which they have got after there hard labour just because one have gun and he is threatening you with it. No, so I can't let them take it from him.
   So, Mr. Sharma started protesting against them.
  One of the Dacoits said, "shant rhe ni to goli daag dunga, daag dunga".
  Mr. Mallik tried to convince him but, he didn't, and continue.
  The very moment they shoot Mr. Sharma, in the frightened bus with little trembling sounds, now it was terrified Silence all over in the bus and outside it in the dead of the night, in the desolate way.
    One night, one way, one destination, one convenience, one second, one moral thought and one nobly right and wisely wrong decision had changed the life of two family.
   "One had gone for the help of one and one had protest due to his moral noble thought and what that one got by those morality lesson?"
   "Death".?

Written by
Shivangi Saumya Suhani

The Hidden Side Of Moon

   The Hidden Part Of Moon

  A little boy was polishing shoes of people. I was as starring at him.
  He was polishing and repairing shoes of others, but he himself didn't had even a Slipper.
  I dared and asked to him, "you repair everyone's shoes and you yourself don't have shoes?
  "Di , sometimes the one who bring happiness to others have to himself be in the shade of sorrow". He replied and smirked. 
  I was speechless to his words, and left the place, unanswered.

  "Solely, his words were true, cause even the moon who brightens night have to keep a part of his to shade of darkness".

Written by
Shivangi Saumya Suhani

Bel Patra

    In the holy month of Sawan, it was Monday morning the day of fast, all over there was spirituality and devotion in  the environment around and I too have gone to  temple to worship Lord Shiva  .
    Outside the Temple I saw a little girl about 12, ofcourse had came to worship lord Shiva.
    A kind of leaf called belpatra is used to devote to God Shiv. She did not only have that, but she had the branches of these leaves. Seeing it, I smiled in my mind, and it got reflected to my face. That girl caught me starring at her and glance once and then moved her face and then again looked at me and said,
  "Di, Do want more".
  "I have enough, dear", I said and smirked. And my soul said to me, dear God will be happy in it.

Written by
Shivangi Saumya Suhani
    
  

Mount Everest From My Terrace

Mount Everest
  
  Early morning and clear sky, I used to wait for it, since childhood, but what is the exact time, I am doing so, I don't know, since when, I did so or who told me that either,
  "That 'The Mount Everest', 'the tallest mountain peak of the world', can be seen out from my terrace or anyone else's of my town".
And after then, knowing about it, every morning I prayed for pleasant morning with clear sky, so that I could have once again the view of "The Elegant Vast Mount Everest" .
  Every Morning, after waking up and running to the terrace to see that if the sky is clear so that I could once again have a glance at the Mount Everest, had became my most favourite habit.
And after finding the sky clear, I used to be on the cloud nine, but had to return once again on the earth, to live that beautiful scenery.
  I used to lean on the boundary of my terrace and used to stand on my toes to get a little bit taller so that I could have a better, beautiful and brighter view. I used to see then, the mountains peak used to  covered with white, Chaos and vivid snow, with white cream like clouds surrounding it, for that was visible to anyone viewing it. Then with slow movement of time, in every jiffy the cloud covering the peak used to fade slowly - slowly, and the peak then used to be visible, clear white, covered with snow, standing with laconic words of determination that it would not move forever and he is the real boss. And when the first sun rays used to fell on the top of the Peak like a gold beam shoot at it and it's small gold particles used to scatter around its surrounding, gradually the peak used to shroud with the sun rays and whole peak of Mount Everest used to shine like if it is a piece of Sun and it's small golden burning particles have spread in its atmosphere and it felt like as if it's made of gold but more shimmer, more beautiful and more attractive than it.
Then, gradually the part of mountain facing sun was bright, glowing and shimmering like sun and the other was like the shadowy, dark but visible part of moon.
And till then, it used to be 8 of morning and my terrace used to be filled with hot rays of sun, burning my outer skin. So, I had to go to my room again, but the pictures of "The Unexpressable Beauty of The Elegant Mount Everest"  used to inhabit in my mind forever.
  And whenever I wanted to see it, I used to go to the terrace and repeat it.

Written by
Shivangi Saumya Suhani

Aafi And Her Innocent Desire

Aafi And Her Innocent Desire

  It was the holy month of Ramzan and Aafi was wondering if she could eat swaenya on Eid which was two days later, 10 rupees was all, she did had in her little feeble hands and the cost of half litre of milk itself was 20 rupees and swaenya was 80 rupees per kg, while sugar was available to her. But it was known to her that she would not be able to eat the yummy 'swaenya' which to her, was more than favourite.
  Well, her ammu had money, but not enough, and she didn't want to spent over it and left empty handed, rest of month. So, she decided not to make swaenya. She was well-nigh aware of her only daughter's small innocent desire from heart, but what she could do was nothing. She did earn 2000 rupees only, in which she had to live off whole month.
  It was the day of Eid, Aafi after bathing wore the pink frok that Abbu had bought her on last Eid, and who was now gone to Jannat, in the lee of Allah. Then she with her Ammu offered namaz of Eid, and eat what she used to ate every day, for which her happiness can be felt in her eyes, but in her thoughts, if there were swaenya too, then it would feel like, icing on the cake with cherry on the top.
  In the afternoon, she went with her all friends of her neighbouring, to get Eidi from her neighbours, where she was offered swaenya to eat but she, the little innocent Aafi, how could she eat it, when her Ammu would not get it to eat. So, the little girl refused. She had now all 30 rupees, in which 10 rupees she already had, and 20 rupees she got as Eidi.
   In the evening, she had to go to her khala jaan's place, where she used to go every year with Abbu, but now he was gone to Allah.  So, she thought she would not go, as she had to go alone, cause one have to be at home, because one of the window pane was broken and if they would go together, then even what less they had, would be stolen.
   She was looking outside the window when she heard a sound of knocking at the door, Aafi went there and opened the door, it was his bhai jaan Asraf (khala jaan's son). Seeing him Aafi's lips curved and there was a big happy smile now sticked to her desperate face, because her khala was aware of everything. So, she had send him.
   When she reached there, her khala jaan hugged her and wished Eid Mubarak. She offered Aafi swaenya, but little Aafi again refused to eat it. Then, Aafi sweetly asked "meli Eidi khala".
" Eidi to bahut special hai, meri special Aafi ke liye mgr, usko ghar jaa ke kholna". She went inside and brought a box wrapped with gift paper. Then, after  Aafi said Eid Mubarak to everyone and good bye too. His bhai jaan dropped her home then.
   After reaching home, she shown Ammu that gift and started opening it, it was a tiffin box and filled with something. Little Aafi, seeing box was little disappointed, if it would have been money than she could had bought swaenya, But it was tiffin box. She told Ammu to open it, as her soft feeble hand could not open a steel tiffin box. When she opened it, it was filled of yummy swaenya. Seeing it, slowly Aafi lips changed into curve of smile and than of joy and happiness. It was like as the whole world was now, beneath her feet saying Aafi, your wish, your wish, how can not it be true.
  Then, finally in the night of Eid both Aafi and Ammu get to eat swaenya, which was for them a dream which cannot be ever reached.
   "But when a desire from the core of a true heart comes out, it may take time, but it reaches to the almighty God, and when he listens it, even from his eyes tears rolled down, and what he could do more is to make that supple, tender and gentle wish come true magically".

Written by
Shivangi Saumya Suhani

Tassu And Krish

  "What place you love to be in", he asked her eagerly.
  "In hospital" she said with low tone, and her eyes locked somewhere in her imagination of her own emptiness.
  "Why". He was surprised and confused with her answer and little worried.
   With a sigh she said, " at least that is the place na, where someone will wake me up on time, will ask if I am fine, will ask if I had food, will give me medicines on time, will not ignore and avoid me, will be there on my 1 call and specially will have time for me, till my eyes are open, and  it doesn't matter to me that I will get such a treatment because of the bill I pay.
And he was speechless, his lips just didn't have that courage to move to give s reply and his heart fell so deep, deep as her heart was fallen, and his mind unsuccessfully, trying to find way to heal her infinite wound but couldn't.
  He constantly observing her eyes which were lost over something that he wanted her to take away from.
  "Tassu, I am here , till u aren't fine", looking deeply into his eyes as its the only thing he would like to do again and again never get tired of.
  "But, Not for always Krish", making an eye contact him and her efforts of putting a fake smile of her face was totally visible, while she was recumbent on the hospital bed.

Written by
Shivangi Saumya Suhani

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