THE AGE OF REASON

Do not pity the dead, Harry. Pity the living and above all, Pity those who never experience love. ~ Albus Dumbledore  Dear Smriti,  Remember Smriti, once I wrote a ridiculous poem titled Memory, trying to hide that I am writing a poem about you. In that, I had written that I will never let you be a memory. But little did I know, how beyond some aspects remain in our lives. How little control do we have on our circumstances. But it is the truest test of our endurance at those times that define us as us. That definition will not only help us in difficult times but also keeps us grounded in times of successes.  I was struggling for a few days to write about it given that the fact that I feared judgement. I had in mind what If you read it someday and think what a loser am I, writing on love with reference to my ex-girlfriend. Honestly, I would like to believe that you understand me and know that neither do I judge people for what they feel, nor do I wish to be judged by socie...

Shaunak Sinha was a lonely alarm clock. To call him something else would be a figure of speech, a hyperbole, an exaggeration. Often mocked by his peers for being such a follower of time, he was still stubborn. You could not stop this man over time. To expect him more than usual time was an expectation to be broken.  One day, Savita, a girl Shaunak's age came to live in his society. She grew popular among many people of the colony. It was just a matter of fact that Shaunak saw Savita on his way home from Office. She looked beautiful. He wanted to ask her out for coffee. But Our Shaunak did not find slot till next weekend. But he has to follow time. He cannot let the clock tick off.  Time passed, and he saw her with another man. He looked at his clock and said, it is still time for weekend and rushed to office. On that day of asking her out, he dressed up nice, brought some flowers and came back to society to find Savita.  Savita's home was locked from outside. He was about...