Eloquent Feelings

Trust me when I say I have seen many hues of human beings. Some people are misanthropes, some are philanthropes and some are animals. But, these people are not my concern. I am here to write about that species which camouflage their filth with humanity. They are debonairs, stalwarts and still they can not be called humans. Animals are also better than them. They are so degraded that calling them animals would make me disrespectful towards animals. This species is named as the RAPISTS. When I say rapists, I do not only include the rapists who forces the girl on the road to sex and kill her brutally. I include these people too- #The guy who tried to peep inside her clothes in the bus, rubbed his growing tool against her skin taking advantage of the crowd. He touched her curves without her permission and scared her giving grave expressions. He brushed his hands all over her back and poked 'it' behind her in to and fro motion in sync with the bus movement. #The teacher who playe

It was not because she was hurt but it was because it had to. I guess all 'let's change our facebook passwords' relationships end this way. "I had warned you. I knew this was coming and see what have you done to us. It is not always about cheating. You know what? It is never about cheating. It has always been about insecurities. Insecurities are like parasites. Parasites suck blood out of you and insecurities suck all the love from a relationship. I know you love me but I am too tired this time. I know you did not doubt me but you need the password to build your trust in me. I mean this is not relationship. If this is a relationship, this is not a healthy one. I do not mind you checking my messages, I would ask you to log in and reply to my friends on my behalf but why do you need to 'check' my messages and feel insecured and then again stay silent for hours. I mean why the hell am I going through all these when I am being honest and loyal. I can get many guys

The pain has overpowered me and the last spark of fire is gone. Everything is cold inside. The pain is amplifying, like the heaps of snow in winters, making it colder. I try looking inside me, it is all hollow, empty, dark, cold and silent but this darkness does not scare me anymore. I peep inside me and see my soul taking a corner inside and resting against the barriacades I have built to stop letting people in. It has lost its charm and looks tired and fragile. What have I done to my life? Is this what we call "life"? How can I call it a life when I am not living but only surviving? How can it be a life when there is no life in my life? Is the concept of happiness a myth? But, I see people smiling, are they too faking it like me? "Come, let's go for a walk." She said. I woke up from my slumber of thoughts and took my jacket to accompany her. It was a perfect pre- Christmas winter evening where I could see my breath as I exhaled it in the air. The chilled wind

As time keeps moving on, all we are left with are the memories. The quality of life is nothing but the quality of memories we have lived in the moments that would never come back ever again. I saw him coming out of his lane as I waited for him at a distance. His eyes looked at me like I was a stranger and that gave me a feeling of never knowing him enough. I still remember his plain stoic face and cold behaviour; I knew it was going to be the last time I am meeting him. My heart was beating for him, I was breathing for him. I could not say anything but just stare at my love; he looked so good in black that I was mesmerised by his look. I forgot that we had come to discuss the end. He said, "It's over." He did not look at me, I kept smiling looking at him and tears came streaming down my cheeks. I was smiling for he was happy now and crying because a part of me was dead forever. I saw him leaving without waiting for my answer as if he was choking with burden of guilt.

Here is the interview with Ruchi Rai one of the contributory writers of Strings Of Love Ruchi has just completed her Bachelors in Commerce and is looking forward to do her Masters in Business Administration. A 21 year old young and ebullient girl who took up writing as a hobby to express herself. She writes what she feels. She is an observant, pluviophile and ambivert by nature. Q:-  How does it feel to be a part of Strings Of Love? A:-  It feels great! I always wanted to get published. I wanted to live this moment before I die. So this is my moment and I would like to take the opportunity and thank Author’s Ink India for organising this contest. Q:- How did you get here? A:- One fine day when I logged in to facebook, I got an invitation to like a page where all the details about the book and contest was given. I just sent my entry and never expected that I would be called back. But “it” happened! Q:- What inspires you to write? A:-  I write what I observe, see and fee