new swaron story ||~~TanHa~~||

YEH KAISI TANHAYEE HAI…

YEH KAISA AKELAPAN HAI…

UGTE SURAJ KI CHAMAK HAI…

KHILTE PHULON KI MAHAK HAI…

UDTE PANCHIYO KI CHAHAK HAI…..

PHIR EK KHOOBSURAT SUBAH KA AALAM HAI…

PHIR IS DIL ME JAAGI ANJAANI KASAK HAI…

JAANE KISKI TALASH HAI…

JAANE KYA PYAAS HAI…

EK ANJAANA EHSAAS HAI…

KYA HAI JO KHO DIYA HAI IS DIL NE…

KYA HAI JISKE HONE KI AAS HAI…

KYA HAI JISKE HONE KI AAS HAI…

She wrote these lines in her diary….it was her daily routine…to come sit on the bank of river…..view the beautiful dawn…..and write up her thoughts……her thought which she only share with her diary….she is like any other normal girl….have a loving family…great supportive friends….but all were before coming here….yes she lost everything here…her family …her friends…her life….she is not the same girl…..she has changed allot…she became silent...now she works for a charitable school….help poor children to earn education…..and to forget what life had done to her.

It was her birthday…as clock strike 12 whole family gathered to wish their princess…their eye candy…their life line…their Sharon…Sharon the diva…the best dancer of the college…..she is beautiful as princess and have the same attitude of a princess…her family used to pamper her a lot…her friends used to treat her as princess and always do whatever she say…..Rey and Simmi her best buddies…there is nothing in her life which is unknown to them….her first crush….first time she taste wine…..her every single mistake and every single secret….

They entered her room…and was shocked to see her in this devastated situation she was laying half on the bed and half on the floor……blood flowing from her wrist……yes she tried to commit suicide….next day in hospital…she opened her eyes…blinked four five time to get a clear view….she was alone in the room…….she tried to figure out things……her left wrist was wrapped with bandage…. And giving blood from the other…..she heard someone talking at door… "Sister kab tak hosh aayega ise….hume ise police station le jaana hai!!!" asked inspector. "wo hosh me aane wali hai….aap use le jaa sakte hai" sister answered……..

She was shivering with fear…sweating……she clinched grass tightly….eyes filled with tears…tears of fear…insult……the girl who use to be the strength icon …the girl who is known for her courage and strength is now….searching shelter for her own feelings…the tears which formed in her eyes …now made their way to her rosy cheeks……the salty taste of her tears brought her back to life….Sharon get back to school…today the atmosphere was different….one could feel a strange happiness….the wind which blew as cold as ice has an unknown warmth in it….suddenly the dark environment changed to enlighten one …and sadness changed to happiness….Sharon was curious to know what is happening….why everyone is in a hurry….for what everyone is so busy…which celebration is taking place……she head to head mistress "Miss Teresa…what's going on….why everyone is preparing as if its Christmas?" miss Teresa is motherly figure for everyone here in Open Home… "It is not less than Christmas my child…he is coming back…after three year…three long year I m going to see him….he is first child in this open home….he taught me what motherhood is….his cute angelic eyes still hold me….his pure divine smile can lighten up any sad face….he has that magic……Sharon couldn't resist anymore and asked in between… "Who is he….what is his name?"….to which Miss smiled and said "his is my son…Swayum…!"