The unclaimed

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Just the other day she was born.
Just the other day she was told that she is a woman.

To live for others is what she was born for.
To serve others was what was expected of.

She spoke when she was asked to.
She laughed only when she was told to.

Others lived life.
While she merely survived.

No day was different from the day just gone.
Each day saw her being eaten one by one.

Every body wanted a piece of her.
But not one wanted to heal the wounds.

Soon she forgot she was a woman.
Soon she learned that her body smelled.

Of the filthy eyes that stripped her.
Of the lusty men who touched her.

She gasped for breath.
She prayed for death.

And today is the day when she is gone.
And today is the day when she lies unclaimed.

Amidst the madness of the business.
Along with the many to meet such silence.

For Friends

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“Does this bus go to the Station?”, the young girl asked to the middle-aged lady. The lady just had the time to nod her head in affirmative as she was busy getting in herself. The girl followed her.
As they both got in, the lady grabbed the only vacant seat for herself and sat down. The girl stood standing next to her carrying a heavy looking shoulder bag. Their eyes met and they exchanged a smile.
“Give me your bag, I'll hold it for you,” the lady asked. And ever since that day, many days have passed the lady holding her bag. The age-gap between them never stopped them from having hearty conversations. Every morning they would wait for each other at the bus stand. If one didn't arrive at the usual time, the other would get anxious. Next morning would never forget to inquire about the reason for absence. If one went on a holiday or a long leave, would never forget to inform the other. Every day they greeted each other with a broad smile and the conversations would easily led them to their respective destinations in no time.
Life was going at its usual pace. They became what you may call 'bus-friends', caring for each other in the over crowded buses. Making way for each other and adjusting for each other. Everything just happened naturally, effortlessly.
Then one day the younger friend came a little early at the bus stop. Her eyes kept searching for the other. “Oh! I am early and she is late,” she thought looking at her wrist watch. She waited till she couldn't wait any more. Days passed and the wait kept on going longer. She doesn't have a clue as to what happened to her because through all the conversations both of them forgot to exchange numbers and addresses.
She still worries about her and never forgets to send a silent prayer for her well-being. She has a speech ready to deliver whenever she meets her much-older friend and the first thing she has decided to do is to take her number. But she is still waiting to meet her. Hope she meets her soon because not a day passes when she a thought about her doesn't pass her mind.


(PS: My entry for the Friendship Day that just passed by. As usual I am late to wish few of my precious friends. Here's thanking you all for being there for me, always. )

Drop-me-now

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We, women are quite good at pulling people towards us. But what many men would have learned the harder or whichever way is the fact that “women are extremely efficient in pushing people away, far way from us”. And if you don't agree with me on this how about some “Drop-me-now” lines:

We are 'just' friends (even if we've held hands and had our moments together, even if the whole world saw us kissing passionately, even if you've spent most of your bank balance making me feel that am more than a 'just')
I am looking for a serious commitment only (you should run for your life because commitment could be scary with someone you've just met so what if it was a matrimonial site)
We should get married immediately (she doesn't have a job and trouble from parents too so marriage is the achieve-all thing for her at the moment while for you, oh you've just started)
I like to be in control (she means that it is her way or the highway now it is up to you to decide which way you want, if I were you I wouldn't have looked behind for all you know she might me holding a gun)
My parents want to meet you (and it is just your second date with her, you haven't even kissed her now her people are all set to kiss away your happiness with an investigation procedure soon to follow)
I think we are not meant to be together (this should be your wake-up call, it means she has found somebody richer, if not smarter and maybe more dumber)
Please give me some time to think about it (a lot of my people are not good with saying 'no' and this means she is on her way to think of ways of how to dump you)

And if you're still being hopeful...well...hope keeps the world moving. So do hope but then don't complain that nobody told you...

Show, show...what are you hiding?

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“See, now we can't even look at their face.”, complained a close friend of
the opposite gender who was very frustrated. Off course for a reason and that too a very valid one.
What do you do when the young or old women in my city has unanimously decided to cover their faces, the whole of it? Even the part that had to be left open (read the eyes) for practical reasons where sporting dark shades of all shapes. Can you still blame the men for feeling so disappointed?
I don't because what will they look at then? You can look at the greenery all around. You can anxiously look at the growing number of traffic and especially the mightier ones bullying themselves by getting too close to your comfort. But for how long? How will the guys keep their motivation running with all the fairer sex not even letting them the opportunity for a harmless glimpse?
More importantly why are the people of my tribe making so much effort to hide themselves behind those boring scarves? Imagine what would happen to us if we didn't have some handsome faces falling on our way to ogle at? Now, if you tell me that women don't stare, please get a life, gal!
We all stare and that is so human. We stare at the opposite sex whenever we get a chance, irrespective of our gender. Else they'll feel bad. Men and women alike, these days make so much effort to look good. And if we don't even make an effort to appreciate the hard work, that'll be so rude. Don't you think so?
So if the women in my city is reading this. You can surely do away with the unnecessary accessory. Otherwise why wear that new outfit or that special mascara, even that new lip colour if you don't have anyone to show it off.
The thing which scares me the most is the fact that will happen to us womankind if men take a tip from us and starts hiding behind those pale looking handkerchiefs? Just the way I saw a young guy today..couldn't even get a worthy dekko!