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