Short Stories For Heart

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...

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” “ A...

  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 Vib...

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 ...

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. ...