Aakaar

A blood curdling scream startled everyone in the village. I ran towards the scream just to see a lady petrified near the lake’s edge. I reached there, looked around and found a subtle shadow on the other side of the lake, vanishing in the misty-forest of chilling winter night. By the time I regained my blurred vision from that unidentified white reflection many villagers gathered around. Looking at my panicked reaction, villagers out cried with words like ‘Ghost’ ‘Devil’. Without giving the second thought I ran to the forest. After running for minutes I reached to this dead lonely forest with dry tangled branches. This just looked like dreadful, uncanny extremely isolated hostile place, bringing the feeling of despair. I was totally horrified. Ignorant of what was I search for I waited there to sense any sign of alien, evil or occult existence. At this junction, I tried to peek in every direction under the only light coming through scattered clouds of the full harvest moon. The silen

I would like to share an incident of my junior college days. We were around 17 or 18 years old. We were in higher secondary school - the academic year where almost everyone is almost done with their studies before the actual start of the year. Hence, we friends were on revision. We would attend college only in early hours of day where we had got practical classes to attend. That means an hour or two of college and before even a proper morning would rise we would be back at home. As I was a keen learner my dad had offered me to join his business to learn and also to help him. Hence he had asked me to be available at 9 in the morning. I would wake at 5:30 and reached college by 6:30 attend the classes, which would last till 8:30, and reach to help my dad at 9. This went for days and months. It was not only me who was following this schedule but a lot of my friends and classmates too would do this. Until one day the head of the college realized that lesser and lesser students are attendin

Miami ! Yes. That was my first international destination. Unfortunately it was not my pleasure travel but an official one. I was excited about my first international travel, like everyone. A 24 hour transit journey 'Mumbai - Frankfurt - Miami'. It was a night flight. I reached airport 4 hours earlier. I waved goodbye to my parents. Checked-in my luggage and took the boarding pass in my hands.  Now I realize that how much stressed I was during that moment. For accurate luggage weight, getting boarding pass, passing immigration and security till the flight actually took off. I was overwhelmed. Yes. It was strange to have mixed emotions of being happy yet sad. The thought of going so far away from my parents, made me sad. Yet, I was looking forward to my new assignment with new team and at a new place. I was tired for mainly 2 reasons: first it was 3 am, I wanted to sleep and secondly I had travelled nearly 3 hours to get to airport from my town. Finally the flight too

An adult phase where you dont have the responsibility of an adult yet. We all have gone through this phase. Most of us might have experienced this during their college or hostel days. Those from hostel must have a lot to recall.  Why do many of us have the memories of this silly behaviour during college days? I think that its because we have entered into adulthood recently, we are allowed to do everything age wise but not wisdom wise. Parents are anxious to know the transition of their teenager into a responsible adult. They, too, have their own transition memories which they might not want to share. They are well aware that the transition methods have changed. But we are ready to explore our new found freedom in various ways yet skeptical about its consequences.  Some fearless folks might have a serious experience to share while some timid folks might have cute ones. These incidents could be anything from trying to climb up or down a building through pipe or reading a roma

Prisha and Divya were waiting on the table for dinner. They were dressed in their most beautiful dress. It was the special day. But they were too anxious about him. Their one eye peeking the clock while the other was fixed at the door. When will he show up? Whom will he talk to first? A rush of questions in their mind. Both staring at the other with challenging eyes. Pointing out their jewellery, dress, hairstyle as a show off.  Finally Prisha starts. Prisha: He is going to wish me first. Divya: He is going to look at me first. Prisha: I am wearing his favourite colour dress. Divya: I am wearing the dress he gifted me. Finally the door knob turns and he enters Both of them make faces and rise from their chair to greet him. Karan was nervous to see them both eagerly waiting for him. Worried and confused whom to greet first.  But that got clear as both Divya and Prisha hugged him together. Everyone still silent, waiting for someone to start the conversation. Karan clears his