Friday 1 November 2024

Detective Priya Sharma : Case -01


Detective Priya Sharma was known for her sharp mind and quick instincts. She had solved countless cases, but this one was her first official case. It wasn’t a murder or a robbery—it was a mystery involving a missing necklace worth a small fortune.

The Mehra family, one of the wealthiest families in town, had reported their family heirloom—a diamond necklace—stolen during a dinner party. The necklace had been in a glass case in the living room, but after the party, it was gone. The case was locked, no sign of forced entry, and the only people at the party were close family and friends. It was a puzzle that no one could explain.



Priya arrived at the Mehra mansion, greeted by Mrs. Mehra, a tall, elegant woman with a worried look on her face. "I just don’t understand," she said, wringing her hands. "We were all in the house, and no one left the room for long. The necklace was there, and then... it wasn’t."

Priya nodded, taking in the scene. She looked around the living room—plush carpets, expensive paintings, and, in the center of the room, the empty glass case where the necklace had been. "I’ll need to speak to everyone who was here," Priya said calmly. "And I’ll take a look around."

The guest list was small: Mrs. Mehra, her husband Mr. Mehra, their daughter Kavya, two close friends, and the house staff. Priya spoke to each of them, and everyone had the same story—they had been in the room together most of the night, and no one had noticed anything unusual.

As Priya interviewed the guests, she kept an eye on their body language. Mr. Mehra seemed annoyed, tapping his fingers on the table. The daughter, Kavya, looked nervous, constantly glancing at her phone. The two friends, Mr. and Mrs. Kapoor, seemed calm, though Mrs. Kapoor was fidgeting with her bracelet.

Priya knew something wasn’t adding up. After talking to everyone, she went back to the glass case. She crouched down, examining the lock. It was a high-end, tamper-proof design, but Priya noticed something strange—small scratches near the latch. Someone had tried to open it, but not by force. It looked like they had used a tool, carefully, to avoid leaving obvious damage.

Her mind started racing. The necklace wasn’t taken by an outsider; it had to be someone at the party, someone who knew how to pick the lock without raising suspicion. But why hadn’t anyone seen it happen?

Priya asked Mrs. Mehra to gather everyone in the living room once more. As they stood together, Priya pointed to the glass case. "The necklace was taken by someone in this room," she said, watching their reactions. Mrs. Mehra gasped, while Mr. Mehra rolled his eyes. "That’s impossible," he muttered. But Priya wasn’t done.

"The thief used a tool to unlock the case quietly, which means they planned this carefully. But the real trick wasn’t in how they took the necklace—it was how they hid it."

She turned to Mrs. Kapoor, who looked confused. "Your bracelet," Priya said, pointing to the thick gold band around Mrs. Kapoor’s wrist. "May I see it?"

Mrs. Kapoor hesitated, but then slid the bracelet off her wrist. Priya took it and twisted the clasp, revealing a hidden compartment inside. There, neatly folded, was a small piece of fabric—a cloth used to wrap the stolen necklace.

The room went silent.

"I believe the necklace was hidden in this bracelet during the party," Priya said. "No one would suspect it, and Mrs. Kapoor could easily slip away later to retrieve it."

Mrs. Kapoor’s face turned pale. "I... I didn’t mean for it to get this far," she stammered. "I just... I needed the money."

Mrs. Mehra looked shocked, but Priya remained calm. "You’re under arrest for theft," she said, placing the bracelet on the table.

As Mrs. Kapoor was led away, Priya turned to Mrs. Mehra. "The case is closed, but be careful who you trust," she said, before heading out of the mansion. 



Wednesday 2 October 2024

Clock [Why Time is necessary? ]



The Clockmaker's Gift

In a small town Matheran, nestled between two great mountains, there lived a clockmaker named Jai . His shop was an unassuming place, filled with the rhythmic ticking of countless clocks. Each piece was crafted with exquisite precision, the result of his years of dedication. But there was one clock Jai had never sold, one that sat in the back of his workshop, hidden beneath a heavy cloth—a clock unlike any other.

Jai wasn’t an ordinary craftsman. The town folk whispered stories of his work, saying that his clocks could do more than tell time. They said they could change it. Jai had never confirmed or denied these rumors, but anyone who visited his shop could sense that there was something magical about his work.
One winter evening, a young woman named Prisha stumbled into the shop. Her eyes were red from crying, her face pale. In her hands, she clutched a small, broken pocket watch. "Please," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I need your help."

Jai took the watch from her gently. "This is old," he said, inspecting it. "Very old."

"It belonged to my father," Prisha explained. "He passed away last year. It stopped working the moment he died."

Jai glanced at her, noting the sorrow in her eyes. "I’ll do my best," he said, retreating to his workbench. As he worked, Prisha wandered through the shop, eyes wide as she observed the rows of clocks ticking in perfect unison. Each one seemed to hold a life of its own, as if time itself lived within the gears and cogs.

"Why clocks?" she asked suddenly, breaking the silence.

Jai looked up from his work. "Clocks are a way to keep track of what matters," he said. "They mark the passing of moments, reminding us that time is precious."

Prisha nodded, though her heart ached. "I wish I could go back," she whispered. "To a time when he was still here."

Jai paused, his hands hovering over the broken watch. His eyes flicked toward the covered clock in the corner of the room, then back to Prisha. He set the watch down and walked over to it, pulling back the cloth to reveal a magnificent timepiece—an ornate grandfather clock, its face shimmering with a faint, ethereal glow.

"This," Jai said, "is not like the others." He turned to Prisha, his face solemn. "This clock can turn back time, but it comes with a price. Time is delicate, and changing it can unravel things you never intended."

Prisha's breath caught in her throat. She stared at the clock, temptation pulling at her heart. "How far back can it take me?"

"As far as you wish," Jai replied, "but be warned. Time will not be the same when you return. What you change, what you alter, may not come back as you expect."

For a long moment, Prisha stood silent, her mind racing with possibilities. She could see her father again, hear his voice, hold his hand. But what would it cost? Would she lose the memories she cherished, the life she had built in his absence?

After what felt like hours, Prisha shook her head, stepping back from the clock. "I can’t," she whispered. "As much as I want to... I can’t."

Jai nodded, a faint smile playing on his lips. "You’re wise," he said softly. "Some things are meant to be left as they are."

Prisha left the shop that night, her heart heavy but her mind at peace. The broken watch Jai had fixed ticked softly in her pocket, a reminder of the time that had passed but also of the moments that still lay ahead.

As she walked away, Jai watched her go, the glow of the enchanted clock dimming behind him. He knew she had made the right choice. 

"Time, once tampered with, was a delicate thread that could unravel even the strongest of tapestries."

And sometimes, the greatest gift was knowing when to let go.



Tuesday 1 November 2022

Title Open For Audience


Despite the fact that romantic love is "wholly celebrated" in both Indian mass media (such as Bollywood) and folklore, arranged marriage continues to account for an overwhelming majority in India. If you have seen the Bollywood Movie, "Vivah", each one of us has enjoyed the feeling of an arranged marriage. I am sharing a small incident from the romantic story of Raj and Meera who are in a courtship period. Like every other couple of arrange marriage, they both are unsure about their decision of choosing each other as partners. In other words, I can say they have just started dating each other. Er. Raj belongs to an upper-middle-class family and he works in an MNC as a software engineer. On the other hand, Dr. Meera is working as an intern (as per the criteria of the final year of college) in a hospital.

So one fine evening, after office hours, Raj offered Meera a Pani-Puri date. She responded affirmatively but with one condition that she will come along with her sister and her friends. Raj thought its okay if it is not a date, he will be happy just to see her. 


 

Raj, Meera, her sister, and her friends met at the Pani-Puri stall in the evening. Since Raj was new to the group, he was trying to make himself fit in the group. Raj was listening and enjoying the conversations of others as it made him nostalgic of his college days, plus he was getting a bonus to see the smiling face of her beautiful Meera. While they were waiting for their turn for Pani-Puri, suddenly a voice of slipping of activa was heard and within a minute many people started to run towards the accident. Some of the group members also started running toward the accident. Generally, Raj avoids going to such places. It's not like he doesn't want to help. He feels that whenever such accidents happen, many people gather around it, one person says something and another something else, and it becomes chaos. And he does believe that among them there is already one person present who can do the needful. If nobody is there to help, then he goes forward. But this time, the first person running towards the incident was no other than his fiancée Meera. Raj and the others started walking towards the place and thankfully nobody was injured severely. There was a lady along with a small girl nearly about 5 years who was sitting behind her mother. The cause of the imbalanced vehicle was due to a cow and a calf.

Meera was trying to console the child by holding her in her lap. Others were looking after the mother and helping her to stand up and look after the vehicle. Some were asking whether the child suffered any injury. Meera was trying to get entangled in the talk to ask the child where she was in pain, but she was crying continuously. The public gradually reduced, Raj did not like to stand there, so he went somewhere.

Now, at the accident place, Meera, her sister, and their group were present. After some time, the child stopped crying and Meera helps her to come out of her shock. Her sister helped the mother and assured her that her daughter is medically fine. The child stopped crying, but she was still sad which made Meera feel pity for her. The next moment, Meera's sister called Meera and passed a bar of chocolate. As soon as Meera gave the child chocolate, the girl has a very big smile on her face. After seeing the happiness of the child, everyone standing around, smiled and was satisfied. Even the mother felt relieved. She thanked Meera and her friends. 

Meera replied, "Your daughter is very lovely." She kissed the cheeks of the child. Finally, the mother-daughter duo went back home and they all went back to the Pani puri stall.


 

Meera sighed, "How scared was the child?"

One of her friends said, "And didi, since so long you have been trying to make her calm but if it weren't for you, how would we do it? Hearing her cries, we were all blank."

Meera said, "And look how easy it was to make her laugh, everyone knows how happy children are with chocolate, but it didn't click to anyone at that time."

Everyone replied affirmatively.

That was the time when Meera asked her sister, "Who brought that chocolate? Her mother?"
Her sister turned her hand towards Raj. 
That was the moment, or we can say it was the spark for both of them. Sometimes small and silly moments help people to make them feel good vibes about their choices.
Meera turned her face towards him and automatically she has a big smile on her face with little tears in her eyes. That tears were because she was happy that what she wasn't able to think about at the moment, her fiancée was able to do that. On the other side, Raj was happy because he was not feeling good as he didn't reach the accident place along with Meera due to his introverted nature, but sooner he realized that everyone has their own role. Maybe it was his role, how to make Meera happy maturely. Like if it was any Bollywood hero, he would have reached the place much before Meera, then he might have rushed the baby to the hospital or something like that, but here Raj realized what was needed at the moment (or we can say after the situation) and went to the chocolate shop and bought it for the child. Raj and Meera both felt that they both are actually on the right path of choosing each other as per God's wish. They both have some roles in life, and when they do it, together they make the people around them happy. 
This incident makes the arranged marriage decision toll to plus one for Meera towards Raj. She started respecting him more.

As a writer, I want to say one line for Raj-Meera,
"You have something, I have something, and together we complete each other."

 




Everybody in their life, for a moment they might have such silly but cute feelings for their partner. So I openly welcome the title from the audience as per their situation and what name you can give to share such moments. I will finalize it as per the audience's choice.

 

 

Sunday 23 October 2022

Jidd



वो कहती हैं वो जिद नहीं करती ...

जब पहली बार उसे एहसास दिलाया के देखो ये तुम्हारी जिद थी इस्लिये ऐसा हुआ...

उसने कहा तो तुमने क्यों जिद नहीं की..
मेरे से ज्यादा जिद करते तो मैं मान जाती ना..

फिर अगली बार वो किया
तो कहती हैं मुझे कुछ नहीं चाहिए तुमसे..

अरे लेकिन मैं तो मांग रहा हूं..
दे कह रहा हूं..

 मैं कुछ जिद कर रहा हूँ ना..

अब केसे ऊसे फीरसे एहसास दिलाए के हैं ये जिद है जो तूने ही कहा था कि तुम करना या मैं पूरी कर दूंगा..

तुम्हारी हर ख़्वाब हर जिद मेरा होकुम है..ये थे तुम्हारे शब्द..


इस्लिये अब पता चला के जिद्द अपने आप में ही एक बवंडर है..

अंत में इतना सब हो जाने के बाद..
 जिद्द ना पूरी करती हो..
फिर भावुक होके कहती हो के ये मैंने क्या किया...

भोली सी लड़की!! 

Friday 11 June 2021

My First Debut Novel: Tiddler To Ripe

 

Hey Readers,
I am so happy to announce that My First Novel is out. I am really thankful to my dearest Family, Friends and God. Last but not the least, no matter how much I thank them, it won’t be worth it because they deserve more than a word of thanks, and they are MY STUDENTS.



I request my readers to read it and give me honest reviews wherever they are comfortable, either on Amazon, Flipkart, or over here in comments.
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About the book: Tiddler to Ripe is such a story about this enticing journey that makes one wise, mature, independent, and a true lover. It is the story that helps readers to know How Life teaches maturity. This story shows the chronological life-flow of Malav, who made first-time friends of the opposite gender, about his feelings, about his nature of possessiveness or tolerance. Sooner, inspired by the love story of someone who he counts as an idol, creates the imaginations of his love story. With the going life he finally fell in love and how an emotional person lives his life has been portrayed in this story. As a writer, I feel there is a small emotional person residing in each person of all generations. I feel each and every person will get help to analyze their own life emotionally.


About the author: Hitesh Santwani is a teacher by profession. He lives in Surat, Gujarat. He graduated with a degree of B.Tech in Information Technology from DDIT, Nadiad, Gujarat. He used to write blogs in his free time. With his creativity for short stories, his friends and students give him to push for this first Novel, Tiddler to Ripe. His BlogSpot link is https://smilyhitesh.blogspot.com/.



Thank you ☺️






Thursday 22 April 2021

Microtale- Chapter 3

 

 To read Chapter-1, click here.

 To read Chapter-2, click here.

Chapter-3

I started to introduce her to my friend circle. Just two months before, everything just changed. I was very sure,

"Once we found the person we love, then our attraction towards him/her gets over soon. Every person is eager to love more and in a different way. Have heard that nothing is fixed in this dynamic world and in short span of our relationship it did prove true.  A couple of  weeks back she realized that her first impression for her peer circle was somewhat misleading and  there were many good people in her college. That’s what I explained her in first place but that time her though process was running on a different line, she wasn’t ready to believe me. For her my presence was sufficient to fulfil the world she wanted to live and dream in. Me getting busy with my work and studies was not new but she getting busy with her new buddies was the new-normal. I changed my priorities, my point of view for her. Strange, but now I was sharing “our personal time” with her new friends, her time which  initially was only mine is now in the public domain. This is very common in every relationship. I knew it. It’s okay, I was a very practical person, so I did understand. But slowly, my nightmares started to come to real life. She stopped picking up my call. She stopped replying to my messages. In simple, with time, I started feeling that she actually started loosing my charm and had stopped loving me. But she used to say that it’s only a phase, and me being silly just use to console myself believing her word to word. I know she was not wrong, if she finds new people attractive, more entertaining, what’s her mistake. She was not doing anything purposely, but it was hurting me very much. I knew she was trying her best to find time for me from her tight schedule, but I realized that she was not trying because she wanted to talk but instead, she was trying because she didn’t wanted to feel guilty. She never said anything straight but her dishearten talks, lack of attention and frequent mood swings did made a rough map of her thought process in front of me. Her conscience was telling her that she was doing wrong with me. Some days ago, she said, “You were busy in the past, now I am busy, so what’s the big deal?” She was correct, I was busy initially but I could not just take her words this straight. My brain tried being practical every moment but somewhere in the corner of my heart I knew that she enjoyed more with her new friends than me. And, no matter what I want, I can’t change it. The day before yesterday, I tried to rectify the situation and started by calling her. I was talking to her the whole night, just like days when we were best friends and after a huge stretch, we did spent quality time. She felt the same love for me and it was more than soothing at that moment. 



Every night ends to bring a bright day but the next morning did not appear any nearby to me. The next morning, when she reached her life, her college, she continued her usual behavior. She melted for me only for that particular moment, but soon she figured out what her heart wants. Obviously, everybody likes to hang out with college friends, movie night with girls , night outs etc. I don’t have a problem with her new friends. What was making me furious was her changing feelings. From the very first day I knew that someday this would happen, this is reality and practicality. Its not that we are unaware of this hard truth but yet each heart wants to fall for someone special, risk its own stability just for seeing the other person happy and smiling."

#

I interrupted,

"Hey Sagar, Is there any new guy in her new friends?" 

Sagar, "Does it matter? Jealousy is a temporary feeling; it might give reactions, but not affections. Our love was real and pure. She loves me the same way, crazily and unconditionally. Currently, its not the person is wrong, it's the time. "


I asked the last question,  " Why didn’t you shared your hurt feelings with her? May be communicating will helps you to sort out with her? "


Sagar replied,  "Because today when I met her, everything seems the same except the bond that we had. Initially we use to understand each other’s silence but today even words cant help to comprehend other person’s perspective. I found a very different individual in her, surely she was not my girl. The everlasting smile on her face was lost in the midst and I could see her eyes in huge burden of her own emotions, like a dynamite ready to explode with a single spark. I know she is already confused about her feelings. It is not an  assumption, I knew this already. The last time when we ended up into an useless fight, she did confessed herself. God knows whether it was her anger speaking or her emotions, but the truth is that she doesn’t feel the same way for me anymore. She loved me, but she is feeling guilty as her heart says that it wasn’t love. Her new friends made her happy and did diverted her towards what I always intended to. She seems to be more practical now as compare to the girl I met first. Only the problem is, time has changed me as well. I am happy and contend that she became practical, but simultaneously am sad that I have reached the stage where I’m sobbing and waiting desperately for her time. I had no clue what was haunting me deep inside more, her memories or the happy person I used to be. I didn’t share because she seems to be happy and less guilty because she ended properly though it was not my way of ending. Itni mushkil se to yeh understanding yeh practicality uske andar ayi hai, kaise khud ko weak bana deta uske samne? No, not at all. I will cry for a day or two and will become old Sagar, strict and workaholic type. Nobody fights for their love in the current generation, and here she needs to fight with herself. That’s impossible. Moving On is the correct option here. "  




This way Sagar completed his story and his tears were already dried up. We both stood up and was about to leave.

I hugged Sagar. 

Sagar waved bye to me and said in a confident voice, like a practical guy,

"Its not her fault and neither its mine. But it’s time for us to go on our life paths, individually."

 

 

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Wednesday 14 April 2021

Microtale- Chapter 2

 To read Chapter-1, click here.

Chapter-2


He said, "My Name is Sagar, and her name is Nancy."

#

Sagar said, "I met her a year ago, in this café only. The current situation is the replica of that same day. The only difference is tears were in her eyes and not mine. In her pain, I passed her the  bottle of water and asked with my affection the reason for her sadness."

Nancy replied in a passive voice, "Nobody loves me. I don't have any friends in this new city, and my parents want me to study outside my home town because they feel I am too weak and naive, and according to them the only way I can become strong is by living away from them. But the fact is, I feel lonely and empty. I am suffering from homesickness. I feel depressed. And those hostel girls always judge me. Today they were talking about me, but they didn't realize that I was behind them,listening to their snide comments. I felt awful and angry, but I was helpless and unable to do anything. They think I am selfish. Just a few days before we went on an outing. They wanted to visit the fashion street but I wanted to visit the historical monuments. Since I had no intention for shopping I booked a cab and headed to my site of choice. Later in late evening when we gathered back for dinner, I heard them whispering. Guess what, they tagged me as a selfish girl. Seriously? How can they assume so! "

Sagar, "It's okay, na! Why are you reacting to such a pity thing? Itni si baat k liye koi rota hai kya? And yes, your parents are right. Be practical, Be strong."

She replied with an angry and a disgusted look, "If you want to give a lecture like my mother, go away and then take your water bottle with you.I don’t want to talk to you too."

Sagar, "Okay Baba, I won't give you a lecture…Relax and please have water"

#

In this way, our friendship started, and most of the time, I was her listener and her personal comforter. With time our bond strengthened, but I was a very practical person. I always gave priority to my studies, my work and was goal oriented since childhood. On the other side, Nancy was a very emotional person, pampered and easy going kind of person. She never took her life too seriously. Look at the beauty of nature, a way practical minded person was in ambience of an emotional soul.  She frequently started becoming irritated saying that I was busy but the reality was exactly opposite. The reason for her irritation was not my schedule but her living and  difficulty in adapting to the new city life. I told myself, "If I am a true friend, I need to help her through this transition phase". But I was afraid of the attachment. I always use to question myself, how can someone not fall for such an innocent and lovely person. Soon, I realized that she was really important to me than my fear. Breaking all my personal level barriers, I supported her, tried my best to be with her whenever time permitted. Sometimes I used to fail, but I knew how to make her happy. I was her teddy. I changed my priorities not because it was my friendly duty to help her but because I undoubtedly enjoyed her company. My heart wanted to be with her, all day, all night, in simple every moment. With each passing day it was becoming difficult for me to control my emotions and evenly one day it came out in front of her, and she loved it. Once she said, "Tum bi to meri Tarah emotional hi ho! I love you!" I knew, sometimes, unintentionally, such words come out of the mouth for the sweet moments, but she kept her words a little longer. Whenever I used to call her, she had so much excitement that most of the time, either she used to dance or fall down her bedsides to pick up my call as early as possible. She was mad for me. Initially, I thought her feelings were temporary, so I stopped myself a lot, but I couldn't resist myself when she proposed to me. It was a delightful surprise, and I was damn serious when I accepted her proposal. Her actions, her caring towards me, her love , everything made me fall for her every moment I see her. She was the best companion I could ever ask for me. 

 




I started to introduce her to my friend circle. Just two months before, everything just changed. I was very sure,

"Once we .... 



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Sunday 11 April 2021

Live For Others


Here is my New Blog: Microtale

Listing of All myBLogs are:

1) Law of Attraction




20) Woh Pal





Microtale- Chapter 1

 Chapter -1 

Once, my friend who was migrating to the US, had a flight to board from Mumbai the next day. So he traveled by train the night before. I went to meet him at the railway station. I was waiting for him in the café around 5 am. His train arrived at 5:30 am. It’s truly said; when u meet your friends time just flies. I was meeting him after a real long time so we had a lot to chat over, after all, friends’ opinion matters a lot. We were so indulged in chatting that we hardly noticed the crowd around and soon the bells signaled for the departure. We shared final goodbyes and I and moved out of the station, with slight tears in my eyes, rejoicing the meeting and smiling, and before I could realize anything I was standing in front of my home. As soon as I reached home, I realized that I forgot my cell phone somewhere. It was 7 am. I took my brother's phone, booked a cab for the railway station immediately, and tried calling on my number. Luckily, someone received it but no one was answering me. Instead, two people were talking with each other. I had no option other than to listen to their conversation and to figure out where possibly my phone could have been.




Girl, "Hey Fool, How are you?"

Boy, "I am absolutely fine. How are you?"

Girl, "You only say, how am I?"

Boy, "Different and Confident!"

Girl, "It's a good thing na! I am a practical person, now!"

Boy, "And also Busy person."

Girl, "Initially, you were also busy, a lot. I learned this from you only. You only taught me that being busy is a good thing."

Boy, "Ji."

Girl, "Listen, are we doing the right thing?"

Boy, "If you feel it's wrong, then we won't do it."

I felt they both are talking about sex. I was having weird ideas about where my phone might be.  I reached the platform and ran to the café. I saw my phone under the wallet of that girl, which her wallet might have picked up by mistake. I was about to go towards my phone, but at the same time I also wanted to listen to their conversation, so I stopped at some distance and kept my brother’s phone on my ears.

Girl, "Yes, I feel there is a lot of difference between relationship and practical life. We love each other but I think we don’t have any future together."

Boy, "Ji."

Girl, "Ok then, I am going. Bye, stay in touch."Boy, "Sure, Take care."

I reached the table as the girl stood up. They noticed the phone on the table but before they could react, I rushed to the table and showed my ownership by putting my hand over it. I said in a mild sincere tone, its mine, I happen to forget it in hurry. Both seem to be practical people as per their conversation and their dressing style. The girl went away, I was about to turn but my curiosity was high and I couldn’t resist asking the boy standing next to me,

"Hey, who was that girl, if you don't mind me asking?"

He looked at me. I was in formals as I was supposed to leave for office directly from the station. My outfit might have given him comfort and the impression that I am a reliable person. It looked like he was waiting for someone to ask that question.

Before I could say anything else he loosened his guards and got filled up in tears hopelessly. Tears were rolling down his cheeks like a waterfall. I was surprised, a minute ago, he seemed to be a very practical and robust person, and now he was sobbing like a baby. To comfort him, I bought a bottle of water for him and asked him to calm down.

He asked, "Do you want to hear my story? You are a stranger to me, so even if you judge me, it won't affect me at all."

I replied, "Sure, Go ahead. You can count on me; my friends use to say I am a good listener."

He said, "...


*Chapter -2  will be coming soon.





*Chapter-2 is already out. Click here



 

Sunday 14 February 2021

Yeh Jawaani Hai Deewani- Avi

 

Avi


Being Honest, Avi is my favourite character in this movie. Because I feel he is the best example for friendship. No matter how much he was hurt, he has a very very big heart. A person who is upset from 8 years from his friend, but not taken more than 8 days to forgive him. It's not easy but Avi showed what is true friendship. I feel he is fighter too. His character always shown loser, but till helpful and supporting to his friends. He has dreams of living together with Bunny, but he felt shattered when he came to know about Bunny's different dreams. He don't want to accept this, but he don't have any other option. Once I feel guilty about him, but then I realized such characters don't need our sympathy, instead they deserve appreciation. I guess the reason behind not able to recognize of Adit's Love towards him is he never grown up from friendship. He was in deep friendship with everyone. No matter how much he was hurt due to Kabir, he didn't miss his success/his episodes. He didn't accept the money from Kabir, he just wish to have spent some quality time with Kabir. He is simple and pure heart guy. If you analyze the end of movie, it was only him who was alone. He made me realize if any person wants to be strong, he can be strong alone. He don't need anyone , neither love nor friend. Though it was last day of his bar, he was standing confidently  and smiling from heart. He was very very Strong and best example of Friendship Like Joey in Friends.

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"Saale Apne Dollar Se mujhe Kharid raha hai? Itni Sasti nahi hai Meri DOSTI. Mujhe tere paise nahi chahiye Bunny, Samjha? ... Yeh le daaru pi mere sath."

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Most of them want to be like Bunny, but I feel director has shown four different characters and everybody has right to chose their life. I really want to be like AVI, best for friends. What about you, my dear friends?

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