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Originally posted by: palindrome
You know,you words have touched someone very very deep..I would read it every time I would need to make a wish in my life..😊
I lub you bratty...🤗
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'Wish' a four letter word but holds a lot of meaning stemming from another four letter word 'Hope'. Beautifully woven together in different perspectives, be it the Man, his Daadi or the Girl he saw accidentally.
The date you mentioned here, holds a lot of importance to me. It's a special date for me. (I do believe in signs and I would believe that this might be the sign from God itself to say that the hope and trust with which you emerged from a difficult situation should be hold on to forever. Err... Don''t ask me why am I being utterly moronically philosophical today, I have no clue😆) I don't know whether it's pure coincidence or something else but this date has been one which made me hold onto hope in the worst of situations & helped me affirm that Hope is on what everything survives.
I liked the perspectives you showed ranging from the three main characters explained here. Just glimpses but yet depth was added to them. 👏
Ten minutes & view point changes. Not that he started behaving superstitious but then his belief ti live by hoping was renewed. I loved Daadi's explanation about her believing such stuff when he thought her to be sophisticated. It's just plain belief but then that in no ways means that you become orthodox.(Exactly. We often tend to have beliefs which would place us in contrasting groups if we start generalizing. I remembered a line from a passage I read long back. Not the exact words but the gist is...How would you classify a person of certain gender, of certain nationality, living in a certain foreign land, who speaks certain language, has certain taste in books, and all... bottom line is a person is what he/she is by the small and different things that make them. While we could jot down all that which would make a person it is difficult to group a person into one singular group based on one single idea of his/hers. )
His viewing of the girl who is agonised according to his judgement & perception was well woven in words. Especially the description of how the surrounding changed for him. - '. 'The chill in the air increased as a bout of fresh air passed'. (I am glad you caught it, but then how can it miss a shatir nazar like yours?😆 The change in the surroundings are often a play of our mind I think. Just like even a cheerful room can suffocate you when you feel it is suffocating, while the same room could make you a part of it, immersing you and making you a part of the cheerful hubbub) For all the changes it would bring within him, to again pine on to hope. He hadn't lost on hope then in his past but then was apprehensive & dejected. But without hoping how could he have steeled himself that he wouldn't ever hope again, & will help himself. (That's a rhetoric question to which I shall answer when my mind matures to understand the question in depth😆)
Yes indeed HOPE should never be dead. Thanks for sharing this here, especially for your friend who pushed you to post this. 🤗
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that was beautiful shikha loved it .
u r brilliant writer ,every work of urs takes me to another world and makes me feel new emotions . keep writing .
Originally posted by: honeygrape
very beautifully written...👏
Originally posted by: memyselfndI
Wonderfully written Shikha!
very nice one dear...
Originally posted by: punam2712
RES😊
HE ASKED A WISH FOR A STRANGERIN THE END IT IS ALL A MATTER OF BELIEFAND BELIEF AND FAITH COME FROM WITHINWONDERFUL OS BUT FEELS INCOMPLETEBUT IS IT THE END - OR IS THERE PART 2
Amazing!
I m not good with words, so i don't comment often.. All I can say is keep writing, I love to read your works..Still waiting for Journey to life and back 😳
Originally posted by: AKSashadow
A lovley and superb os with 10 fold more charm due to your way of writing and describing.
Completely loved it and now its making me carve for more .
Hope you update your work more and more. Hope after all should never be dead.😃
Here, I am making a wish for your long and happy life.
Confused why???
Well, I am little selfish , so made a wish for your long and happy life. As long and happy life will help us to get more and more lovely stories.😉 😆
Your writing in this hot summer
acts like a pleasant wind of November
(Now that's a compliment because trust me I have been out today and I was cribbing all the way that I would end up being roasted chicken at the end of my journey. I felt as if Sun was firing hot rays directly directed towards me😆)and I personally like this os idea where in only few paras the writer conveys his or her ideaas usual it was a great one dearand for all ur HE AND SHE I imagine only maan and geetso when I read chotueven I said to myself a nick name like chotu for maan😲
(I like pronouns dude. Really, I love to use he and she more than the names. It has some sort of...intimacy. 😆
See Maan was a chotu when he was a child. For all the six pack he made later on and grew up to an angry young man, he still would be the same chotu to his grandmother right? And waise bhi, did you remember the episode in GHSP where Dadi says "Maan bete aapke nappies badle hain hum"🤣 My point is no matter how elder you grow up into you would still be the little one to your elders much to our annoyance of course😆)but chotu's daadi was amazingwhat a ladyand her beliefs😛l liked dadi lineI know my history...too good yaarbut at last our chotu outwitted his dadi😃
(Wittiness flows in the family's bloodline so Dadi and chotu ought to be competing with each other)and then comes shethe way our he was observing shewas superbthough I know u wont agree but I have to repeat dear shikha that u write wonderfullyI have read the works of many English writers who were legends in their own waybut I must say ur work is not less than those writersthis is no exaggeration dear shikhathe way u describe simple moments with fine details is brilliantand I have read some of ur comments where u write for ur writing as crap or shit or anythingwhich I don't like at allthough in ur eyes ur writing may not be so goodas u may have higher standards for ur selfthat is goodbut don't u think calling ur own work by all such names seems like a mother not loving her own babysurely do take ur writing where u urself feet it's superb or the way u expect it to bebut pls don't call it crap or otherthingssome whrere it felt u r disregarding the appreciation or the taste of ur readersJust a request deardon't take it otherwise
(Okay...takes a deep breathe. This is the most toughest part of the comment and I am steeling myself before replying. Firstly there's nothing I took offensive about it. But I am feeling so glad that you put across your point in such a way that rendered me speechless. The bolded line had me shut my mouth which opened to say a protest. I never thought that my words would be directed like that, but when watching from your perspective it is of course true.
You made me realize something and I was cautious today before criticizing my own work and I think I will not consciously do it again.
And you call me a good writer...while you have this talent of hammering your point in other's head, which is one of the qualities of a good author. When are we seeing you write then?😆)coming back to ur workloved that he wished for her wish to be fulfilled so that HOPE remains alivethough he did not believ in Jupiter and moon philosophybut for the sake of hope he did thisthat was truly fantastic
(Sometimes we need not change all of our perspective but we tend to do something out of character if something tugs our heart)and this os reminded me of another os by ua moving trainwhere also HE hold on to hope to give life another trythis one was also brillianta short story but with a great messagedo keep writing such wonderful works dear👏
Yes I too had this query about the contrast picture you depict ... but then I guess my earlier theory of a person beign a mix of views is something thta holds true for you... 😳😃Originally posted by: .Maggie.
PS: I just realized whatever I spoke and do you believe it went over my head?😆 Few days back one of the readers told me that I sound different when I talk aimlessly, that is in replying to comments and usual gibberish but when I write I seem to be a different person. I had no clue what I should reply to it then but now I have an answer. It is the kind of audience and the kind of questions that would make me speak. The kind of wisdom that are in your words here make me put my own points which now when I re read, i wonder if I wrote them at all?😆
Long story short, thanks for being here doc🤗
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