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Life of a KID

Lives of kids are simple. They are like butterflies, colourful and beautiful. Being a child is the closest you can get in your entire life to total Freedom. But sometimes their emotions too can take complex form. But when they do, then adults will be helpless as their emotions outstrip all logic and sense in this world. Its such a story. There were two kids, a little girl named Chandra and a boy named Adi. Both are of same age and in the same school. They were friends. Their love for each other is cute and fresh, like morning dew, unlike the elder people with prejudices and conditions. That day was Chandra's birthday, she dressed like an angel. Everybody loved her. Her smile lightens the night, just like the moon. Watching her smile is a divine experience. He too was there, to wish her a “haaapy bithday” . Adi give her a wide smile. Then they both ran to the gift table to open the packs she was getting. She got lots of gifts. One by one they started to open the gifts. B

Friends

  a micro memoir "I don't think I can come, guys. You carry on" I didn't think I could do it. Being a lazy man by birth I prefer the status quo, unless and until compelled strongly otherwise. My friends are all going to be there in Goa, but not me. I lost sleep over it, "should I go or not". I realize how lazy and pathetic I am, Can't even deal with such a silly thing. At last I've been made to decide against my crazy-lazy mind, by my friends. I packed for Goa and boarded on train from New Delhi to Goa. I hate to sit for a long time and that is the reason why I hate train journey. My journey wasn't much fun, that my friends is the side effect of being an introvert. I was still in the belief that this is a mistake, to take this trip.  It took a full day and a night to reach there. The air of Goa started to take its toll on me. The climate was hot & humid and yet I felt like I was home. My friends called me and gave the direction a