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हम क्यों अपना कल बदलना चाहते हैं ? क्यों अपने आने वाले कल से घबराते हैं ? क्यों अपने सवालों के जवाब दूसरो से सुनना चाहते हैं ? क्यों खुद से छुप कर लोगो की तलाश में निकल जाते हैं ? इस 'क्यों' को कब तक साथ लेकर चलेंगे ? अब कुछ ही वर्ष बचे हैं कब तक उसी अंधकार में रहेंगे हम ? हमें छोड़ कर जाना फैसला था उनका , क्यों उनके यादों में जीना बन गई हमारी मज़बूरी ? सब कुछ ठीक सा था , फिर क्यों बना ली हमने सबसे दूरी ?  दूसरो के सपने पूरे करते करते खुद की नींद कुचल दी हमने । महान बनने की चाहत में खुद से नफ़रत कर ली हमने । क्यों किसी से मिलते ही उनसे अलग होने का सोचते है हम ? क्यों खुद को खत्म होते देख दूसरो को जोड़ते है हम ? कब तक इस 'क्यों' के बीच छुपे रहेंगे ? अब कुछ ही वर्ष बचे हैं कब तक आंखें बन्द रखेंगे हम ? खुद को धोखे में रख उसका विश्वास जीत लिया हमने । उसके खुशी के व्यापार में अपना जीवन बेच दिया हमने । बदले में तो कुछ उम्मीद थी नहीं , फिर क्यों उसके इंतज़ार में परछाइयों से दोस्ती कर ली हमने ? कब तक इस 'क्यों' का जवाब ढूंढेगे ? अब कुछ ही व...

I Hated... I Hated watching people holding hands, Walking while smiling like a child. I Hated how they looked at each other with that smirk in their eyes. I Hated... Until I came across something magical. I Hated, how two people are so much in love that they don't care what others think about them . I Hated, how two people care so deeply about each other that one's eyes gets soaked with water when other's hand felt pain. I Hated... Until I came across something magical . I Hated looking at couples, I used to make fun of them. I Hated seeing them so comfortable around each other. I used to find it fake. I Hated all of those lovely "LOVE" they talk about . I Hated everything that stories and movies tried us to taught. Because I always believed that it was not made for me. Because I believed that there is no one in this world with whom I can share my smile, With whom I can hold hands and walk through this life. I still have these thoughts. ...

Love is not just an emotion or feeling.. It's about how u get attracted to someone's smile.. How you open up without the fear of g e tting judged.. It's about how you start giving more importance to the likes and dislikes of your partner than your own.. It's about how you miss each other's presence when apart.. How sometimes you don't need to explain it. your expressions stand enough.. Its about how you eventually become the support system of each other.. How you regret for not being present there when your partner needed you.. How u enjoy discussing about your day while an evening walk together in the park.. Its about how u handle all the ups and downs and still stand by each other's side.. How you dream, plan and create your future together.. It's all about soo many little things which keep your trust, bond and love strong..!❤️ -Ruchika Saraogi

                                   -Ruchika Saraogi

                              - Harshita Saraogi

He used to write stories with tears that were only known to his pillow. His Dreams were reality , But The reality was still a vision to his soul. He loved to walk under the moon. Because the sun was too bright for his eyes. "Every cloud has a silver lining." was just one of those phrases that was hard for him to imply. He loved his family , But Was too scared to share the truth. He always smiled with them , So that they could not see the other side of his Dark room. "Why am I sad?" "What is the reason?" "Why am I getting so mad?" Were the questions that always revolved in his mind. And "I need help." Was the only answer that he could ever find. His eyes and lips showed different parts of his life. One told everyone that he was Happy, While the other tried not to cry.                                     Swati Singh

I was in a bus with my friend, on my way  to college when I  saw him for the first time. He was in an auto. I just had a glance of his face . I felt something that people can only read in stories . But I dug  a hole inside my heart and buried that feeling in it's core, before it could try to capture my soul. Next week, I saw him again in the same bus I was in. He sat beside my seat. I'm still trying to figure out-why my heart beats like a racing motor whenever he's around me? Soon he stood up giving his seat to an old man. This made me fell for him all over again. My feelings were reflecting from my eyes. My facial expression wanted to express How I felt when he smiles, How I felt when he adjust his specs to see through his eyes. But .. But, something held my soul from uttering that voice. It's been 2 and half years and he is still an unnamed face for me. And soon my brain succeeded in controlling my feelings. Until... Until yesterday when I found him...