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I do not write poetry; I take words and dip them in feelings. ~ Arti Honrao.

Ganapati Festival 2014


once again


it was a long journey
from the first acquaintance to
taking a walk together;
longer one from walking together to
holding hands.
it was hard for her to fall in love - again
her already broken heart, still not mended whole
she was reluctant
he was persuasive and patient.

Untitled Series - VI


Part Six (Read Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four and Part Five)



The decision was made. She decided to hate him on purpose. The un-shed tears stung her eyes. She did not know why it hurt so much. It was obvious that he was being rude to her because she had been adamant and rude, herself. Maybe just as she had formed the first impression about him he had formed one of hers. In addition to that, she reminded herself, he had also made fun of her from across the wall that separated their rooms.

Mansi rushed to her room, avoiding looking at the people she crossed. She entered her room and closed the door behind her. She changed her clothes and hurriedly dried her hair. She put the tiffin in her bag and got ready to go. She wanted to leave before he came back. Frustrated with her own self for being affected the way she was, she walked out of the room and locked the door and almost sprinted out of the chawl. She had to find a permanent solution for this.