Short Stories For Heart

“Shail I need your shoulder” Non-Fiction : SR Extremes Before Staring it I have a question for you all A very important one... "Dose it all makes sense?" . . . . . . . . . . . Day 1 I got into a regular motion, after months, for smoothing the rough surface of wheel. Wheels of my life. It was 5:30 AM and after jogging for 15 minutes, my shape gave up. I went to bus stop, after warming up to get engaged into my regular motion Catching a bus to a football ground for practice (regular motion). At 5:30 AM only bus available are particular collage buses, which had started giving me lift since last weeks. (Paid lifts) Crowd of teens, all asleep, with dreams we all know , Teenagers looks beautiful while sleeping Sorry if I forgot to specify "Girls" Every day I could manage a seat, but that day, bunkers had arrived, collage had their exam. In short no seat available. I tried hard and fo...

That Romeo without Juliet ... Part 4... The Ending ... Read before Story at: http://shailraval.blogspot.in/2014/10/that-romeo-without-juliet.html     PART 4 "Gata Raha Mera Dil Tu Hi Mere Manzil" We both, I and that lady went to the lake again. "Do you know that Romeo who used to sat there..." I asked to the man at popcorn stall. "Romeo?!!" He was shocked. That fully covered lady tugged me back and said "That old man who used to sit there". "Oh that man. He is a mad man.. He come here daily  'rojja'  and buys 2 packets.. sits on that bench and eats nothing.. I haven't talked to him much.. but  'aa ghaloo ana gallsappo laga cha'  " He answered with some Gujarati words. "Ohk thank you" I said and then went to another stall with same question. Everyone knew that he was sitting there since yrs... Only I knew "why"... "He is an idiot... a total ...

That Romeo without a Juliet SR Extremes : Fiction                                                                   PART 1 Kakariya Lake, Ahmedabad's Pride Thousands of people, With thousands of different emotions. Tensed, Worried , Happy , Joyful , Sad... The resistor of unerring notion... Standing at the edge, spinning crystal blacks inside the water. Myself. Dealing with fat puddles. . . After an hour of loneliness "Gata raha mera dil, Tu hi mere Manzil"   (Romantic Hindi song) This melodious string of magical words tickled my ears; I turned back and saw a tape recorder of 80s and a hand resting on the top of it. An old man was sitting next to it. UNBELIEVABLE He was listening to that song and he had that largest and the widest smile a particular wide, charismati...