Short Stories For Heart

The Great Indian Engineering Viva! “So you know absolutely nothing about the subject” Professor glared at him. “Yes sir, absolutely nothing!” he went honest. “I appreciate the honesty” Prof. said  “You tell me which subject you know, I’ll ask you from that, I have to give you marks out of 70!” “Communication Skills” boy said with a smile, Prof. smiled back. “Ok” he said and gave boy some spellings to write, tough one, boy wrote all correct. Then he asked about all tenses, all correct again. “What’s difference between generally and usually?” “Both are synonyms of each other, although if you want a difference then. Generally sounds more professional usually, generally usually is also not causal but generally, usually, isn’t it?” boy grinned. “What..?” Prof. couldn’t frame it out “Ok whatever.” “You said you know about Communication Skills, tell me what your skill is?”  Prof. stared straight in boy’s eyes.   “I can write, I write stories and poems” what about mo

One of the most Inspirational Speaker Ever!  Here's the link : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LyedG6y30v4

" I'll Love You Till the End " I am not a good singer, I know. But she just got this singer out of me, a part of me who loves to sing. So why not I sing for her, source of motivation.  written and sang by - Shail Raval  dedicated to most beautiful and amazing person of this world. 'YOU' I just want to see you, when you're all alone. I just want to catch you, If I can.  I just want to be there when the morning light explodes.  To your face it radiated, I cant escape. I'll love you till the End. I just want to be sorry for mistakes I never did. I just want to shut up, till you talk your doltish stuff. Every morning I just want to see your smile before the Sun. That's where my world unfolds, in those two oceans of yours.  I'll love you till the End.  I just want you to know, if I had two hearts, Would give the second one, smile when you break it apart. Not the one who just want to drag you in the bed eve

- SR Extremes - - Fiction/Philosophy - - Nanotale - I was looking in the mirror, finding myself.  She silently came and began to kiss my chest. I felt pain in that kiss. As it wasn't her lips but a knife, Entered straight in my Heart. The blood was flowing and she was enjoying.  Next moment I felt the urge to kill her, But then I saw a pic around me, And I let her continue. Her white hands and red lips, I knew my death was near. When she was done, knife was withdrawn. The kiss was over. I may die due to Dengue fever, but With my blood in hers, I smile as she couldn't fly high. Aedes aegypti  science call her.  I saw that pic again, and smiled. In the pic she was Laughing.   -Shail Raval

7 Signs, He is truly in Love with You!  ‘How do I know whether he truly loves me or not?’ this is one of the most common question asked by girls. They are always happy and excited when their Hero does a little efforts to make her feel special. Either it’s a small song he sang or a little poem he wrote, she is on the top of the world.  But the funny thing I find is ‘Doubt’ even after entering a mature relationship, which is full of understanding and sacrifice, still this species have doubts. It doesn’t matter if it’s a six months relationship or 5 years or even after marriage, this ‘doubt’ will be there in her DNA. Maybe even in Stone Age when men used to go on hunt, the woman sitting in cave would wonder ‘ Ajj to hiran marne me bhaut waqt lag gaya, kahi kisi aur ke sath Jhadiyo me… ’ Jokes apart, but this doubt is actually her Love for his Hero. If you find a girl who is never possessive, I doubt her love but remember exceptions are always there. Ladies trust me I don't h

You’re my Everything You’re the only one, Who accepts me the way I am. You are the only one, Who understands me so well. You’re are the only one, Who can make my mood when it’s bad. You’re are the only one, Who can make me smile when I am sad. You’re the only one, Who I can thank for the love you give Because you’re the only one Who gave me reason to live! And I still wonder what I would do, If you wouldn’t have entered my life. And I’ll never be able to express How glad I am, to have you. -Kinal Amin.

...... She : I wish you stay. He : I wish I stayed too, Now I wish could stay, Now I wish would do a lot of things. I... (tears in his eyes) I wish I could just stay... She : I came back and saw you were gone. He : Yes, I walk out of the door. She : But why ? Were you scared ? He : Yes... I... I... (he hesitate) She : Was that something I said ? He : Ya.. You said 'GO AWAY' with such disdain, very harshly, you know... She : Oh, I am sorry. He : It's Ok. (walks out of the door, shuts it) She : Hey! what if you stay this time ? He : I just walked out of the door, there's no memory left. (helplessly he said) She : Come back and say goodbye, until we have one. (she opens the door) She : Bye. He : I love you... She : See you at that FIELD you talked about. (Doctors : Press the button.) ......................... His Friend : Who was she? He : Who ? (the house of memory was destroyed)

18 VIA TEEN  - S h r e  y a s i    R h i  t t i  k a  (REVIEW) Just completed a roller coaster ride full of teens emotions, 18 VIA Teen.  Shreyasi Rhittika (Author) has written each page beautifully with perfect simplification.  It was like a ride, going into flashback of my teen life by relating with each story and character in the book. From "The Different Barks" to "(acHe)2O" to my personal favorite "Shades of Humanity" and  all her stories are very captivating and touches straight to the heart. Each story is an incident which shows exactly how a teenager gets matured in his/her life.  Shreyasi has actually written some harsh Reality inside a fiction book. ( #Shades of Humanity)   There are breakups, there are infatuations, there are True Lovers and thousand of heart tickling emotions, printed in black ink creatively.  Overall book is Amazing and a MUST READ for all teenagers!! -Shail Raval        Grab Your Copies now :

Parattha -Philosophy- “Breakfast done?” she asked. “Nope” he said. “Ok I am bringing parattha for you” she said, she was his best friend whom he loved deeply. He had proposed her but she was never ready to be in a relationship with anyone because of her past. But boy still loved her without wanting her. His happiness knew no bounds when his ears heart about parattha , ‘she has really started caring for me’ he thought. He suppressed his smile. He also had a strong belief that she was her soul mate. He had said her about it but she felt all that philosophy rubbish and hypothetical. It made him sad sometimes when she ignored him and hurt him but he never stopped loving her, and that was the only proof that he was her soul mate undoubtedly.  “What will you have with Parattha? Tea or Curd?” she asked. “Nothing, Parattha won’t come alone. Don’t worry” he said. “Stop this nonsense philosophy Ok! Tell me straight, curd or tea ?” she said bit annoyed. “Nothing” “ Arey

  Ass or Body I don't want you for your Ass or Your Body, at all. I only see that light in your eyes, when I hold your hand honey, Cute little girl that stay behind your sexy body, The way she makes all that kiddish face, that hidden cute little baby. That's, only mine. My existence's legacy. I don't want you for your ass or your body, at all.  The way a brother hugs sister, my hugs went lust free.  Touching your thighs, legs, curves, leave this bullshit aside, Let me see that smile, broad and wide, there lies all God's beauty.  Your Relatives, Neighbors, Boyfriends  let them look - Your Ass or Body.  Let me be the Stranger to drag out the Artist behind your figure With Love's anatomy.   Let me push you to your dreams,  Let me take you to bliss, Le me make you,  recreate you,  heal you,  hold you,  touch you,  feel you,  kiss you, But, Only through the Vibes. I don't want you for your ass or

The Sacrifice Fiction Story . . In the city of Bihar, there lived a boy who had compassion in his heart. Although being orphan, he learned the beauty of caring. How? From his unconditional lover, his Grand Mother. His parents died, a year after his birth. He was sad till his Grand Mom gifted him a puppy. He played with it and danced with it in bliss. Stuffy he named it. His best friend, his complete family, and his little universe it became. He would take it to morning walks; he wouldn’t get tired of Stuffy’s 1 A.M ‘hunger-barks’. The bond increased with the time’s flow. Their bond was no less than two true lover’s glow. It would be hungry and he would just know. He would miss his parents and it would round itself around his legs. It would leak his toe, the tickle he would feel and forget all the lamentable mess. Like a mother and son relationship, their bonding grew.   Granny’s health went low, finance decreased, and survival seemed not so easy. He left his

Salutations Fiction Story . . . In my routine drive of two kilometer, a cross road falls in between. There stand a policeman, handling traffic. Traffic signal at the crossroad was as usual not working, the way government of this country. Policeman took the stand there and valiantly controlled the furious crowd. He would whistle and he would scream and shout, and no one dared to break the rule. He worked from sunrise to sunset, till his Wardi (uniform) would get sweat wet. Every day on my two wheelers I would pass through that cross road. Sometimes I would drive and sometimes get stuck in the impatient wheels. And from the smoke of the stroke machines, I would watch him soundly, performing his duty, with every tick of time and blow of horns. After a week of keen observation I was fascinated by his punctuality. By the way he mastered the art of controlling hundreds of furious beasts, all alone. But often what we see and what actually it is, is so very different.

#dedicated to you, dear Soulmate . Blindness I see the Light, Rays has holes, Tunnels to Blackness. All beauties, world’s glories, fame-riches all fades. I smirk, as ever did it made a smile on my face? I am worried about none… let all fade. But your face Those Eyes – my all beauties. That smile- my all glories, all riches. Slowly, slowly, light gets dimmer, Tunnels Increases… ‘Don’t, please let the windows be open, let my soul see, the reason of its existence’ Eternity refuses.. Vision Wail.. But , the Light has its own plans, always Tunnels broadens, enlarging. Your face fades, entirely. At the end of the tunnel, Through a point of light you whisper ‘Shail’ HE close my windows forever, In the empty room of Blackness Only you appear. ‘How’s the gift?’ He asked. ‘Thank You, BLINDNESS’ . . BLINDNESS -Shail Raval