Short Stories For Heart

EXISTENCE Philosophy : SR Extremes 'Not a common audience story' “What do you get by loving her?” his best friend screamed. “She is not the right person for you” his female best friend shouted. “You deserve someone better!” they both said in union, and he had fat tears in his eyes. His both friends extended their hands “Hold our hand and relax. Come down, don’t jump”. Hero of this story was standing at the edge of a high flyover, with all desires to jump down. Cold wind was slapping his face, his hairs argued and quarreled but the wind won’t listen. He thought about her Soulmate and closed his eyes. Tears streams raced towards his lips, wind blew with all its strengths and the droplets were in air, weightless, misdirection, splitting and then disappearing. He thought about her eyes and her hairs. He jumped down from the bridge; below him he saw possibility of her eyes to every existence. His body became weightless and he got entangled in her hair. He tried to

Yesterday I was sitting in eye care hospital, with my eyes closed. Drops were added in my eyes to vague my vision for eye checkup. 'Patients should enter Doctor's cabin with a guardian when nurse calls his/her name' was the rule informed.  One by one they called different names. Person would stand up and his guardian  would lead him to cabin. I was supposed to closed my eyes but my I consider to  oppose the notion as my only birthright. A boy in his twenties was called,  his girlfriend accompanied him.  A husband was called, his wife held his hand. A ten year old boy was called, his both parents accompanied him.  "Shruti Shah" nurse called.  An old lady above 80 yrs stood up, her hands trembling, eyes closed. "Call your guardian mam"  nurse said and a stream of tears ran down Shruti's wrinkled face. "There

"She hurts you so much,  she ignores you so much,  she wont ever love you back,  she don't even trust you then why the hell do you care about her so much, Why do you love her so much" A closesisterfriend was explaining to her best friend "There are many fishes in the ocean, leave her, she don't deserve you" "You are right from your point of view But she is not the Fish, SHE IS MY OCEAN And sorry I don't know why I love her" he said and smiled. Shail Raval

Title : Paratha  Genre : Fiction  Type : Short Story  By : Shail Raval

SR Fiction : Poetry She started stabbing a knife in my chest, right in the center of my heart. Through the skin and through the tissue, metal reached its virtue. In between arteries, she saw someone sleeping. Knife poked her, she woke up, smiled. Blood ran through my heart, so through her eyes, she died. Wailing with extreme agony, she realized her mistake, she withdrew the knife, sobbing. ‘Wipe your tears, now it’s too late dear’ I offered. She killed both of us, as she found herself smiling in my heart. ‘I will return, once again, I promise’ - S h a  i l  R a v a l

SR Fiction : Poetry I was lonely, I was alone Deep in my solitude, I created a Robot. His words make me smile, his complain makes me laugh In his happiness, I am happy In his sadness, I am sorry My ego gets polished, All in his surrender As he craves for me, As I hide from him As he chants my name, I feel the existence Now I am busy, with my own creation Soon I remember, I myself is a creation Were you even lonely?  Were you even alone? S h a i l   R a v a l

The Piece Of Cake {  Fiction-Philosophy } 'not a common audience story' . . . Piece’s Birth  “Everybody ready?” crowd cheered a ‘yes’. “Ok then, let’s start” the event coordinator said. Crowd containing the birthday boy, his high class businessman father, egoistic mother, superior self-esteemed grandparents, and his all, above ‘richest line’ friends and relatives started clapping, and sang the birthday song. The party hall of five star went live. The birthday boy was given a knife, coordinator signaled to cut the cake. Boy made a square and hands tapped faster. A piece was taken out and formalities begun. He stuffed that piece into his mother’s mouth. His mother, a slim woman in her forties, wearing a backless skintight dress, exposing her perfect curves to the society was now in a big problem. His twelve years old ‘birthday’ son had made a big horrible mistake which he himself was still unaware of. A mistake for which he won’t be forgiven for months. ‘T

All I wish, Is one simple thing. I don’t want you to be my friend, Not also as my girlfriend. I don’t want you to be my fiancée, Not also as my wife. All I wish, Is one simple thing. Not that friendship belt, nor that kiss I felt Not a wedding ring, nor a sex with zing. All I wish, Is one simple thing. All I need and all I yearn, All I crave and all I desire, All I thirst and all I hunger, All I wish, Is one simple thing My universe My little Infinity My eternal blessing That cute and honest smile on your face, That smile of your childhood, lasting till eternity. -        S h a i l

Let’s Go, Inside the Rose A paroxysm originated, in left of my brain It pained like hell, and I decided to ‘sleep’ . . ‘ There is a rose up there, up there at that hill ’ she said. ‘ Let’s go and climb the hill’ she requested ‘ I want you to see the beauty of the rose’ . I smiled and agreed. Nothing can be more beautiful than you, I wanted to say. We climbed up, hand in hand, all way. Through small red tunnels, through two vertical pipes, to voice cave, to another windy tunnel and after crossing a zigzag puzzled path, we were on the top of the hill. Rose was huge and beautiful, as we were incarnated into minute. ‘Isn’t it beautiful? The rose?’ she asked, not more than her, I thought. ‘Let’s go, inside the rose’ she said. ‘Why should we?’ ‘Smell, to get mesmerized inside its smell. It leads to heaven’ she said ‘Free from this sinful world, far, far away’ ‘You both smell same’ I smiled. She blushed. What’s in heaven, I asked myself, looking into her ey

BASED ON A REAL LIFE. Jaise akk Sadi beet gayi tere Yaad me… Jaise puri Zindgi guzargai tere Prem me… Tere jane ka kuch assa assar hua mujpa Tuje dhundte dhundte… Mane khudko he kho dia. Khudko tujme khoke… Maine tujme Raab ko .. Aur Raab ko tujme .. Akhir.. Sabkuch Pah Liya - Shail Raval (In English) Like an Age passed in your Memory … Like my  Life passed in your Love … Our separation made such an effect on me. While finding you I lost myself By getting lost in you Founded I… You in God And god in you At last… Achieved Everything. -Shail Raval

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FANS’ SEAT SR Fiction : Philosophy    His face radiated more light then all led bulbs together in ceiling of the marvelous expensive gigantic seminar hall. His slim, five foot six inch, fair face, spike hair styled personality had hypnotized the entire young student audience with its charisma. Teens clapped harder, more than their palm allowed. They cheered, shouted, applauded and even whistled on each and every heroic dialog this youth icon said. Effective body language, sudden body turns, jerks and a preplanned emotional high-low pitch voice control. A toffee of feelings and passion wrapped with dreams were triggered through his words. Kids enjoyed, desired their own. “So finally coming to the conclusion, summing up” he said, bringing his stretched arms to center, combining. A sway of disappointment ran throughout the crowd of thousands. A pin drop silence was achieved, eyes with passionate dreams stopped blinking, girls held their breathes, and all blank minds were wait