My Lazy Girl

I used to bear a thought.... Am I on periods or on a war???  Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa... I'm gonna die!! Omg.! How is it even possible? What should I do man? Should I tell someone or should I wait for this to end? Is it an injury? Would the doctors operate me for this? (my legs felt numb and sour as i thought of these weak emotions.)  Mummaaaaaaaaaaa............ I am dying !! See what's happening!! My clothes are all spoiled, but I didn't fall anywhere, so can it be an injury?? Shhhhhh....why didn't you tell  me earlier ? Has it just started? No it's been 15 minutes, and I am freaking scared. Let's call papa , take to a doctor, am gonna die mommy.. !! Come here with me... And shh... Melo dramatic​ Queen....you are fine , don't worry. Take this, she handed me a sanitary napkin and directed me to fix it . I will explain you everything, but for now... Don't freak out.. you won't die. Just relax !! She said while assuring me . This happened to ...

Clouds thunder with a strong lightening​. The storm grew wilder among them as their breath inter mingled with each other. Weird ecstasy and terror rushed through her adrenaline as Derik held her tight by her waist and pull her closer. Lust overcoated their love. She melted in her own delicacy when Derik's cold slender fingers touched her temples with the clumsiness that was hard to resist. Her senses refuse to acknowledge the thin line between right and wrong. Her soul was drifted by the electric aura. She moaned in pleasure when his hands studied the intricacies of her body. Clara's soul was salivating for the tempestuous touch of Derik. He pulled her close enough and buried his mouth on her neck. Their uncontrollable feelings had now developed wild wings. She clenched his hair and he kissed her with all the love and force.  Their soul submerged in the alcoholic ocean of lust. Clara tremble with his each sensual touch. The insatiable thirst was now bottomless. As D...

Your love can make her blossom like a flower again. Don't​ procastinate to show your love before it's too late....... Mother ! A small word , but a huge world altogether. Stories have been made, articles have been published, poets have crafted beautiful poems, yet there is always much to add. But why celebrate one day as "Mother's Day" when we can do it each single day!! Why do we need a fancy Facebook or an Instagram post to show the depth of our love to the people when otherwise we don't even bother to ask her a glass of water. Aren't the stretch marks on her stomach enough to prove the level of excruciating pain she has gone through to bring us to life. Aren't her wrinkles smiling on the fact that she has been serving the family with the selfless love yet no one stops to bother. Aren't you able to see her grey hair which she now tends to hide under the hair colour to prove that even the brutal age can't recede her love and car...

I peeked through the corner, investigating the city. By this time, I was burning with curiosity...........  I was a newbie. Booking an ola was a challenge for me. I hail from a city where stuffs like this do not exist. !! And being the most pampered child of my family , things were served to me on my table with a dressing of silver. I struggled for 10 minutes to make the taxi driver understand the location but Tamil and Telugu floated over my head !! Scorching heat and alien language left me agitated. "What the hell I am doing here ?" I asked myself, gaining nothing but the heavy tan on my face and body !! Luckily my father end up getting an auto and asked me to do the further talkings. Again I pressed my play button and narrated the same location to him . To my surprise, he responded in English !! I like that !! I felt delighted. The wave of happiness spreads across my face and he was smart enough to recognise that I was like an innocent lamb  who was about to get...

 Million little thoughts pulled me in million little directions.................... My unwavering determination and adamant nature drove me from North to South. The girl who wasn't allowed to step out of the house after the clock stuck 7 in the evening was now going to settle in some unknown alien city for straight 6 months. I never stepped out of my place after 7 pm. Even if I had to then either my mother used to accompany me or my father or someone elder from the family would act like a shadow. As a child I used to cherish that one day I will be at some fancy place away from home and every fence where I can freely earn and learn things in my own way but I wasn't aware that I'll be blessed like this!! To me it felt like, a kid requesting god to get selected in 50 metre long jump race but god being god surprised him with a ticket of bungee jumping. I was enthralled about the new discoveries but I was scared of the decisions and risk I was about to take. Obviously ...

The aroma of cappuccino lingered the room, I felt so freshed. People bustling around here and there with their heavily priced drinks sipping and gossiping. My team lead flaunts  her sexy legs in an utterly professional skirt with a messy bun sipping the cafe Mocha of CCD, with a spoon of brownie. And here I was, opening up my drawer and patiently eating my banana without worrying what impact it could have on my image . Who does that anyway? Who eats banana while sitting in one of the posh offices of India's largest leading brand. Do I look like a coperate person? From any angle of my face ? I am feeling more like a govt employee who's reluctant to work and waiting to get salary credited into her account.