AMEETHYST

Before I begin to speak my heart out on this matter, let me give a gentle disclaimer that whatever I express here is a piece of my opinion and has no inclinations towards any caste, colour, creed, region or religion. I am just venting my emotions out and expressing the grievances I’ve been facing as a common man who’s trying to live a normal life. So, why are we Indians so mad about celebrations? Is it our love for the kind of happiness it brings to us? Is it because we love our religion so much? Is it because we want others to know that we too can enjoy and have fun? Or is it the fact that we get to burn fireworks? It all funnels down to one prime reason. We love fireworks. It tugs my heart when I say; today’s generation has no idea why they are celebrating any festivals. If they knew, they would celebrate festivals for the reason why they actually came into existence rather than the reason what they wanted it to be. I am not blaming today’s youth; not at all. As I come ...

With her eyes closed, she withered in my embrace. “You are my life” she said, with a smile on her face. I wasn’t listening to anything that she said, because I loved the beauty of silence instead. She wandered the world, and I just wondered. “What if she got emotionally injured?” I wasn’t ready to lose her neither was she, because we were our prisoners eternally. “Where did you go? Why are you not speaking?” she asked me with a pure concern. I didn’t know it was my turn, because I was busy counting my blessings.