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Shafy_Kaira_MN

@Shafy_Kaira_MN

Sparkler

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Posted: 13 years ago

#121

i am speechless...!!

Totally speechless...

it' so beautifull...os...

you have perfectly shown the strength of the unconditional love

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Faria Ferdousi

@Faria.

Stunner

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Posted: 13 years ago

#122

Very beautiful ,touchy and emotional OS..

Loved it to the core…

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ALIMA AFRIN KHEYA

@kheya-mayur

Dazzler

Posted: 13 years ago

#123

it was fab
just touchd my heart ...

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seema mittal

@seemamittal

Inactive

Posted: 13 years ago

#124

You made me cry..
amazing work, amazing story
loved it

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-SharNeela-

@-SharNeela-

Voyager

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Posted: 13 years ago

#125

Originally posted by: sakura_mayur
You made me cry..
amazing work, amazing story
loved it

Wow!! Long time dear...where have you been? How are you? Im so pleased to see you on my thread after such a long time...

and of course thank you sooo much for the comment

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-SharNeela-

@-SharNeela-

Voyager

+ 3

Posted: 12 years ago

#126

~~~~~ Epitaph ~~~~~

Sitting at the backseat of the Mercedes, he gazes through the window. Autumn has started, trees are becoming bare as the leaves bid farewell to the branches leaving place for the new ones. As the car drives through the wavy route blowing off the red, yellow and brown leaves, he leans back with a deep sigh and a tear rolls down his cheek. Another autumn of a broken promise! If only he knew that this season will never end in his life, that an eternity will just pass by waiting for spring to come, then he would have never made that promise to her…a promise that was supposed to put an end to her enduring wait, a promise that was to bring two lives together forever. As he gulped his tears, he recalled that day of summer, they were sitting on a bench, SHE was leaning on his shoulders and he was holding her tight in his arms. They were both looking at the sunset, quietly. There was no need for words in this moment of truth and despair…he knew there's nothing he could say that would make up for the imminent upheaval in their lives and SHE knew that there were no words in this world that can convince him to change his mind. He has to go…he needs to go and the only thing that he is leaving behind is a promise that he will return before the end of falls. He keeps reiterating that its only a few months but her heart seems to be in complete denial…its forcing her to cling on to him as its so damn sure that he will never return and SHE will never see him again! But at this very moment, SHE has no other choice but to let him go and to hang her entire life onto that one single promise that he will return back to her and once he does, he will fulfill all their dreams. Dreams of living in that white picket fenced small cottage, having their children running around the small garden at the front, having long walks across the shoreline and let a single dawn not pass by without her being in his arms. Yes, it was a matter of few months only when he left for India to visit his father at his deathbed. But the months became years and many autumns passed by with a futile promise devouring all their dreams little by little. He hears from a friend that SHE waited for him…each fall SHE would walk to the end of the road gazing at each passing car with hopes and prayers that he has come back but as the day ended and SHE would take those tired steps towards her empty house, the crushing sound of the dead leaves beneath her feet would echo a scream in her heart…as if her life was shattering into pieces and with each piece, moments from her life was shedding away like those autumn leaves from the tree branches. Today, after 12 years he returns…he never thought that he would though. More than a decade ago when he landed in India and sat beside his dying father, the harshest truth of his life was revealed. It seemed like, for generations, his paternal side has been suffering from a rare genetic disease that causes them to die at an early age of 35. His father, a wealthy, aristocrat man defied the disease for extra few years but could not defeat death and neither could he lead a healthy life as his organs failed to function consuming him year after year. So far, none of the males in the line survived the disease and he was next in line. The bitter truth of a destined future and the defeated dead body of a father shook his will to live. He was so very much blinded with the predicted demise of himself that he forgot the value of the lifetime that he still had in his hands. Single handedly, he took a decision that would affect both him and her…he decided to let go of that promise and with that promise let go of HER, so that SHE can move on with her life and fulfill her share of dreams.

Today, after 12 years, as the car stops at its destination, with a heavy heart he passes through those iron gates and finally meets her at her final resting place. Bending on his knees, he sways those dead leaves off of her and places that single rose on an epitaph that says, "With each single leaf that falls this autumn, I await your return…."

-Neela-

Writer's Note: This was one of the 2 entries I made for the Autumn Contest 2012. The theme was autumn/grief...hope you like it...

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-SharNeela-

@-SharNeela-

Voyager

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Posted: 12 years ago

#127

~~~~~ Writer's Note : Adaavat ~~~~~

She is an ardent fan of my writings. A fan who not only connects with those fictional characters but each and every word that I write, she feels it, absorbs it and lives it. She collects all my shayeri and quotes them back to me even though I can hardly recall if I ever wrote them or not. She nominates me on all the categories on FF Awards and yet she feels my work goes unappreciated. She constantly seeks to ensure that my work is valued but hesitates if "spreading the word" would hurt me indirectly. She misses me and my writings when I go "ghayeb" in the middle of my FFs and pesters me to come back and update..at the same time she encourages me to pick up on my writings when I am having the so-called "Writers' block".

So, why am I writing all this? Well..this year, in March, it was her 18th Birthday and I thought the least I can do is do a thread for her with help from a friend (as I am crap at making threads). I did a bit of the work and I wrote this OS for her as a gift on her b'day. But my eventful life took a turn and I missed her birthday! By the time I realized, it was too late and I couldn't even bring myself to the thread to wish her so late!!

This note is to let her know that how much she means to me..that even though I missed her 18th and I may not be able to wish her on the many many more birthdays to come, I will always be thinking of her and praying for her happy life on each and every birthday that she celebrates.

The following OS "Adaavat" was written for her on her 18th birthday which I submitted as my 2nd entry for the Autumn Contest and out of the 38 entries, it made the top 5 by readers' choice.

Happy Belated Birthday
Fatima
(.Silentprincess)

Love

-Neela-

Edited by NorthernLight - 12 years ago

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-SharNeela-

@-SharNeela-

Voyager

+ 3

Posted: 12 years ago

#128

~~~~~ Adaavat ~~~~~

Its a beautiful night. Standing by the window, looking at the moon, she takes a deep breath to absorb this moment and hold it inside her forever. Gazing at the stars, Nupur shares her desire in the darkness of the night…

N: Aasman me chaand muskura raha hai…sitaron ne shab ki dehleez per mehfil sajake baithe hai. yeh raat khaas hai bohat..yeh raat phir dobara na aanewali raat hai..yeh lamhein dil ko dhadka jaate hai…na inke aane ka intezar hota hai ab na inke jaane ka hasrat. bas aap ki kami hai..iss manzar ko ek muqammal tasweer bana dijiye…hamare adhurepan ko poora kar dijiye…mere humsafar…mere humnawa humain iss khwaab ko apne nigahon per sajaa lene dijiye taaki jab hum aankhein kholay to hum khud ko iss khwab ke taabeer me paaye…
M: yeh khwaab nahi aur na hi kisi khwab ki taabeer…yeh woh haqeeqat hai jinhe lamha tar lamha hum dono ne apnay saanson se sajaya hai. yeh hamara sach hai..

She didn't notice when he stepped inside the room, quietly stood behind her and whispered those words into her ears. Her eyes were closed as she was weaving this dream but his voice in her ears did not awaken her as she was still in her dreams and neither did he touch her in any way even though he stood so close to her with his hands tied back. As he leaned towards her slightly, she began to feel his warmth on her shoulders, his breath into her ears…her heart is beating twice the usual speed in anticipation as to what will happen in the very next moment…she wants to open her eyes but she can't. Let it be a dream oh God she murmurs to herself…a dream that she can live in reality, let the moments shadow a cast of memories that will stay on for eternity. Suddenly, as if in an unknown reaction she turns and with her face covered by her hands, she conceals herself in his chest. With hesitance, he slowly brings his hand around her back and walks her to the bed which is decorated with flower strings and rose petals. He sits her down on the bed and slowly removes her hand from her face…

M: bentehayi husn se Khuda ne nawaaza hai aapko..iss haseen chehre pe yun naqaab na rakkha kare. hum aashiqon ka phir guzara kaise hoga

She lowers her eyes as he starts playing with her bangles…again she doesn't feel his touch but her mind is running wild with thoughts that she cannot even express..

N: Khuda yeh kya horaha hai…na woh humse begaana hai na hum unse anjaan….yeh pehli baar to nahi k woh itnay kareeb se guzray..yeh pehli baar to nahi k unke saanson ki mehak hamare saanson me bass gayi to phir aaj itni jhijhak kyun..hum kaanp kyun rahe hai..yeh dil itna zoro se dhadke kyun jaaraha hai

Random thoughts are engulfing her minute by minute as he keeps gazing at her. He looks at the side table and picks that glass of milk and offers it to Nupur. His eyes were playful but clear and she couldn't resist. She drinks that milk and then he lays her down on bed and starts caressing her hair. He is whispering words but she can't hear…her eyes are heavy and before she realises, she is deep in sleep. He covers her with a blanket and looks at her for a while before leaving the room. Then he enters the second room, Hayaa is waiting for him and as soon as he enters she stands up. Before she could say anything, he bypasses her, grabs his pillows and leaves the room.

As he prepares to sleep on the couch of the living room, his mother comes and sits next to him.

MM: aisa kab tak chalega beta
M: meri zindagi ka pathjhar kabhi khatam nahi hoga ammi. Main Nupur k siwaye kisi aur ka kabhi nahi hosakta. Mujhe pata hai Nupur kabhi thik nahi hogi…usse abhi bhi lagta hai k hamari shaadi ho chuki aur har raat woh dulhan bannke mera intezar karti hai. per main usse woh haq nahi de sakta kyunki shaadi to meri Hayaa se hui hai na! aap meri walda hai…ek majboor, beemar larki jisse main mohabbat karta tha usse apnaane se mana ker diya aapne..woh apne bete per aap ka haq tha. Ussi ki choti behen Hayaa se shaadi kar k humnain aap k taraf apna farz nibhaya. per meri mohabbat ko main tanha na chhor saka. ab baaki zindagi aise hi guzregi meri…jisse chahta hoon usse apnaa nahi sakta aur jisse apnaaya hai usse kabhi chaah nahi sakta. yehi meri saza hai..yehi meri ishq ka mayaar hai..

-Neela-

Edited by NorthernLight - 12 years ago

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Shafy_Kaira_MN

@Shafy_Kaira_MN

Sparkler

+ 2

Posted: 12 years ago

#129

you always make speechless...

sigh...!!!

what could i say...

it was awesome...

Edited by shafyyy - 12 years ago

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Nirvrithi

@Nirvrithi

Inactive

Posted: 12 years ago

#130

Neela. Both are written so beautifully. But i like first one more. It leaves a message.live ur life fully without wasting time abt the end. And for second story. To be frank, i cant appreciate this kind of love which destroyed 4 lives. Mayank shouldnt have married haya just for his mother. Its injustice to all including him.i feel sorry for haaya. Btw. Whats the meaning of these titles?