This is one of the forwards I received. This incident occured in Delhi, India; and almost every part of the world was touched by this irrefutable fact.

A year ago in-front of his eyes his girlfriend was brutally raped by six bastards in a running bus of Delhi.He fought till the time he was beaten to blue with an iron rod.They broke his leg,robbed him, snatched his mobile & left him almost naked apart from inserting a rod inside the genital of his girl friend after raping her.He fought till the time he could.Then in that chilling cold night he was thrown from the running bus along with his girl friend.They were naked,drained,exhausted & both were bleeding for different reason.In that situation he tried to stop passing cars & kept on begging a piece of shawl to wrap his naked girl friend & finally he got it after 40 minutes.Then he took her to hospital,admitted her,called police,called her parents & did every possible co-operation that a true friend should do at the hour of need.He could have flee from the bus – he did not.He could have leave her on the road – he did not. He could have claim fame & money ( as the shameless father of Nirbhaya took Rs 25 lakhs from UP CM,a job for his son & many more from many people by his daughter’s name ) – but he did not.He could have claim his treatment money from Govt – he did not. He could have become the most frequently seen face in electronic media in exchange of money – he did not.If this is not the friendship then what friendship is ? When the entire country roared for the girl no one thought what this boy has done on that night.He is not a film star or a cricketer.He is Awindra Pratap Pandey a boy from Gorakshapur in UP the boy who loved his girl from the core of his heart.When he is there why we Indian will celebrate friendship day on 3rd August to copy Americans ? We should celebrate friendship day in India only on 16th December to salute the spirit of Awindra who proved what friendship means. Let 16th Dec an official friendship day in India .

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Shattering of a heart

I had always thought it would not be difficult to forget you, atleast for a week from the day you walked off. The door banged when it closed after you left sharply, and the pain smack-dabbed right at the core of my heart. I thought I would do fine, I thought I can pull it off easily. How wrong was I? with every passing day, the hollow in my heart grew wider and the pain penetrated deeper. The room smelled of you, I could feel you in the air. The day passed in grief, and I weeped. The nights I struggled to put myself to sleep. I clamped my pillow and hugged it tight to fill the emptiness of my soul and make it alright. As I drift to sleep, I was happy again, because there I had you. My dreams were peaceful, and I didn’t wish to wake up.

That day at supermarket, when I saw you with her, I could hear the shattering of my heart in countless pieces. I knew I could never fix them together, and my vision blurred. If only you could see my love for you, you would have never left.

Short Story – The Dark Life


While sharpening the blade of his sword, he said without even looking at her “You have to kill them or I’ll kill you” and he said with such ease that it brought chills down her spine. She could not utter a word but nod in agreement. He finally gazed straight into her eyes, and looked into her soul, and she cowered as if she could hide herself from his blazing gaze, an attempt that was not successful. He pointed the tip of his sword on her throat and a drop of blood rushed out. She was aware it was his way to command, and she had scars all over on her face. She bent her head in acceptance of the task assigned and she left to kill yet another set of people she has nothing to do.

She reached to an alehouse where those men usually come for their evening drinks. She pushed the door open, and without wasting another moment, she spotted 10 men she has come to kill, and in next moment she pulled both of her swords and dived into her own daily battlefield. She has mastered the Japanese swords art and she was capable of fighting both handedly. She was quick, and her sharp swipes were biting into the flesh of her preys. This event aroused chaos in the alehouse and people started hustling, but her eyes were quick. When she is in her field, she leaves no stone unturned. She quickly spotted her last victim escaping, and before he could get away, she swooped and sliced his head into two. Her show was pompous and grandeur but no one to applaud; not that she was proud of it anyway. But she was aware her each moves were viewed with detail by her master Steelesticlum. He has this vision to see the unseen, to spectate an event held far away, to read someone’s mind and play with it, to control someone’s life; that’s what he was doing with her. She was great at swords and battles but was at his mercy. She was free to go but he was always following her soul, controlling her mind and body.

She entered her Master’s palace while she was sinking in her guilt for adding yet another ten unknown men in her “Killed List”, she heard the similar applause. She looked at him, and could see his pride. He walked close to her and moved the tip of his knife on her chin, without slicing or even scarring it. She was not as scared of the pain he caused her, as his way of appreciating her work. He pulled her close, pressed his knife below her chin and he did in a way that made her tremble with immense pain it caused. He was enjoying her suffering, and he sucked the blood dripping down her throat from the bruise he made on her chin. He loves to watch others suffer, he was a sadist, and she wondered if he was a vampire, because he always sucked the blood of his preys,  mostly hers. He then left her and she dropped to her knees on the floor.

Walking away he said, “Good job Anaestasia, I am proud of you” and he left the room, leaving her loathing on her life.

Poem – Her melancholy

Her melancholy

A little more he was sufficient for her,
More dismal was she for him

A little more pain he caused her,
Some more love she poured on him

A little more she illuminated his life,
A little more he somber hers

A little more love she transcend for him,
more waspish he was to her

A little harm he did to her,
Some more charmed she was of him,

A little illfare was he for her,
Big welfare was she for him

A little detrimental he was to her,
A lot Beneficial was she for him

A little more he damaged her,
Some more broken pieces of her heart she kept intact for him

A little more attempt she made to be happy,
A little more sorrow he added in her life

A little more she made an effort to smile,
A bit more sullen he made her feel

A little more she was cheerful to him,
A little more he was morose to her

A little more he stabbed her,
A little bit more she realized it

The love was filled only within her,
Sadistically he took her last breathe away

A little later there was no more of her,
more frivolous was his life without her

His days turned dark, his night was now mournful,
Death was now alluring to him, and he preferred to be with her.

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