A collection of stories Part 2

Hey lovely readers,

Apologizing again for being unable to publish a short story. Thus, again I present to you some tiny stories and some poems, to compensate the absence of a short story. Hope you like it as always. :)

Riya quickly slid Ravi's letter in the drawer as her Daddy entered. Daddy won't be happy to know his son committed suicide.

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Scores of camera were capturing her and she walked in the room. Unfortunately the cameras were hidden in lamp, comb, watch, mirror and what not. This stay at the hotel was going to be her biggest mistake of life.

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The molestation victim walked out of the court.

"Are you okay?" The lawyer asked.

"Hmm" He replied.

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While watching Padman together, Sachin saw his sister squirming in bed.

"What happened? Richa!" He asked.

"Stomachache, Bhaiya!!" She replied.

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And now the poems.

                          Dear Papa

Like a wind through the pane you enter the heart,

And walk through the lane to my mind.

Then you gently shake my tear glands' lock.

With your words so loving so kind.

I manage sometimes to stand the shake,

But sometimes I miserably fail.

And that is because my dear father,

Winds take the form of gale.

Though I request you to keep shaking them,

So that I can breathe the air,

I humbly inform you of reverse winds,

Tell your locks to take care.

I hope these lines were just a breeze,

That could only gently knock.

And if in case they were stormy,

I got the key of your lock.

                                      - Your Daughter

A Brother

He met me too late to be pardoned. 

But that was not his fault.

We were born to different parents whose

houses were far apart.

While I was deprived of a his warm lap, 

he could never hold me to cradle.

He never could feel the clumsiness in me, 

or giggle seeing me dadle.

I never got the chance to jump over him 

and poke him for no reason

He in turn remained desolate

in moments that could be fun.

I never could eat his icecream

Kept in the fridge with care

And never could he hide my chocolate

I wonder if he could dare?

Never could he put oil on my hair

And gently pat it dry

Never could I hum him to sleep

With self-made lullaby.

Never could he put his palm against mine

To show that his is bigger,

Never could I then jump on the bed

And pretend to be taller.

Never could I do much that I would

Had I really been a sister.

Never could he do much that he would

Had he really been a brother.

But this longing will be fulfilled with

unresting endeavour,

And as they say, and rightly so

One should never say 'never'.

And here is the most recent one,

Regret

Sometimes, I want to go back in time

to unsay, all I said

Sometimes, I want to go back in time

before I go to bed

Sometimes, I crave to go back in time

to undo my sin

Sometimes, I crave to go back in time

to kill the witch within

Sometimes I yearn to go back in time

to get what all was mine

Sometimes I yearn to go back in time

to be blessed by divine

Sometimes I cry to go back in time

to not cause you pain

Sometimes I cry to go back in time

to get my place again

But as it is impossible

to turn the clock around

And equally impossible 

is to get things to rebound

I'll wait for the shiver to calm down

I'll wait for the ripples to die 

I'll wait for the wound to get healed

I'll wait with a teary eye

If I cannot go back in time

to be what I used to be

I swear to wait patiently

for the time to come back to me.