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Is this true?

“Yes”. He said in monosyllable without any hesitation, as if he waited for this question long enough.

“Was that a lie then?”. next question came even before the answer was given

“No, It was also true”, he answered trying to stop the smile the lips are taking.

Both were true as it is a result of when and where. Truth drifts with time and morphs itself. Truth is like a larva, we hide in our fist. After time when we release our fingers, it flies as butterfly. Truth is the biggest lie.

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There was a sound. It was not disturbing. It does not have a beat or rhythm or anything that could make it as music. It cannot be shrugged as noise or as hissing sound. Actually, he didn’t sense it when it was there. He identified it when it was absent. He felt the difference in its absence. He tried hard to remember how it sounded. He could not put his finger. He could not bring it back, even with his musical talents which brought him awards from every corner of the world. His impotency made him to doubt his senses. Is it true he heard them or he just dreamt as he heard it all these years. Is it just another dream he just woke up from?

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You are there. I could sense your body in my breath. Your fragrance fills my nostrils. I feel the heat generated from your body. I stretch my hand to hold you. I wake by the sound of my servant. He came close to me thinking I called him. I nod my head, indicating him to leave. I have meetings to catch up and deals to sign. I am the hope, role model for any aspiring youth. Books were written. My life had been microanalysed: how smart my choices were? How each moved me an inch towards what I am now?

I have everything, still nothing. I am happy, still unhappy. May be my choices were wrong. I should have dropped everything and shall have come with you when you called me. We might be in a house arguing whether we should buy a saree for you or chappal for me with the bonus I got. We might fight everyday. Neighbors might murmur about us with heads low as we cross them. But I will have you. Is that I want? After all these years, I don’t know. I don’t know the answer to the question my dad asked me while I am in my hall and you are in the station waiting for me. It’s a life I never lived, I could never live. I have no answer how could it be. I don’t know which is worthy?

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I shall write, as frequent as, at least a para at a time. It could be about anything including nothing. It shall have simple sentences. Short sentences of small but correct words. It shall attempt nothing other than speaking interestingly. It will be written- rewritten till it’s achieved. It can speak about same things again and again, I can rephrase what some one said, but it shall not use same sentences.

Why it shall present here. The people who reach for this blog can be counted in two hands. They come here because they know me, nothing else. When I started to write here 2 years back I thought it would be a miracle it crosses 10. Here I am close to half century. So I hope I can outlive my expectations.
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“What the hell you mean by, is he normal? He is normal…Yes, He says Let there be lights, even to turn on room light. It’s because he reads lot, dreams lot. He wants to become a playwright. He will become, my son will.” The tiny drop about to spill from her eyes finds place in kerchief.

“Please find him. He didn’t runaway, He is missing. I am a single mother, I drink, smoke, I live selling me. But I am not a bad mother. I love him” Her heart screamed, but her lips only quivered.