Twin Hills

He woke up in a strange room, in strange clothes. It seemed someone has changed his tee and jeans to pajama and night shirt. A vague feeling of uneasiness started to form in his mind.

He started to think backwards, what was the last thing he remembered… that strange looking glass of drink in the birthday party of that new comer girl… what was her name… that girl with those gorgeous pair of greenest eyes? Oh yes! Juniper!

He blacked out after the first sip.

He was sleeping in a bed really offensive to any adult’s taste, it looked like adult version of a child’s doll bed with gaudy colours and shiny things!

He could see faint light outside two windows, side by side at the feet of his bed. They too were strange, they looked like windows but the scenario outside was exactly same, each showed a hill, exactly same shape and structure, same colour… deep green.

He rubbed his eyes! The hills somersaulted and he realized they were a pair of eyes… eyes of a giant.

Then he saw a small tree trunk like thing thumping on one of the windows and a shrill voice boomed, almost blowing his eardrums… “Wake up sleepy head!” then they vanished and he heard it shrieking at a distance, “Mommy the doll you brought me last night is awake!”





In previous part Raj and Shikha loved each other. Raj faces an accident and losses his memory. He leaves Shikha and got married to someone else. Shikha also married to someone. Shikha becomes writer and somehow Raj contacts Shikha after reading her novel. They again fall in love but this relationship doesn’t harm their previous ones. Now Raj was about to die and calls Shikha. Somehow Girish (son of Raj) calls Shikha and request her to come.

PART 2 OF The Search….

Girish was a tall and handsome boy but a little worried one, maybe because of his father, or mother, or me.

We reached home. An old yet beautiful lady opened the door. She watched me for some time with an expressionless face. She had thousands of questions but didn’t ask a single one. She took me to Raj’s room and left the room. Now I was alone in the room with my Raj.

This was the first time I was watching my love after a very long time. I had enormous feelings inside me. I wanted to laugh, I wanted to cry, I wanted to dance, I wanted to feel shy, I wanted to touch, I wanted to kiss, I wanted to shout, I wanted to do everything I can.

Raj was lying unconscious on the bed. He had turned weak. I took a chair and sit next to his bed. I took his hand in my hand. This was my first touch with the new Raj. Magical was the moment. I said to him that now I am here, I am near you Raj but he didn’t listen anything. I put my head on his shoulder and concentrated.

What happened after that can’t be explained using science. If you believe science, you will not believe me. But I am sure if you believe me, you will believe the love.

I was there. It was very dark there. I shouted his name. No reply came. I concentrated a bit more and then called his name. The darkness started to disappear, and the area got lightened.


Raj was there, standing and waiting. I called his name, “Raj”. He saw me, he recognized me. He wanted to move but can’t move at all. I ran towards him. I touched him, he felt me. He cried, I rubbed his tears. I hugged him, I kissed him.


“Where were you going?” I said. He didn’t reply.


“You cannot do this. You have to live Raj. For your Wife, your son and…… and me.” I continued.


“Do you remember this?” I gave him the ring which he gave me (through Parcel) as a remembrance of our love. “I will meet you again here and then you will put this in my finger and make me yours.”


“I will wait for that moment dear, I will wait.” His magical voice was a treat to listen after a very long period.


We came out of our world. Raj was about to open his eyes. I don’t want him to see me here so I rushed out of the room. His wife was staring me, she was tensed.

“Don’t tell him that I came here and don’t worry he’ll be fine.” I said and felt the relief in her eyes. I looked back once and left.



I opened my eyes. My eyes searched for Shikha but she was not there. I called my wife; she came in and hugged me. I saw my son also coming in. I cursed myself for even thinking to leave them alone. I hugged my son. He started crying.

“Don’t worry son, I will not leave you so early.” I said and all started to smile.

I asked my wife to cook something delicious. I wanted to eat, to live, to enjoy my life. But there was a question going on in my mind. I asked my son:

“Girish, did someone come to see me when I was unconconcious?”

“No…No Papa.”

Then my eyes fell on the table lying next to me. There were two rings kept on it. One was of mine and other….

She was here………….

I hide my tears when I say your name,

 But the pain in my heart is still the same.

 Although I smile and seem carefree,

 There is no one who misses u more than me.


Under the shadow of the tree when the sun was at its maximum height, Shikha laid her head on the lap of Raj. Raj was playing with the hair locks of Shikha and Shikha was enjoying every moment of it.

Suddenly Shikha got up from the previous position and said:

“I think this is the time to thank him.”  Raj wasn’t listening to her; he was only watching her lips moving. It was like wind was flowing and the petals of rose were dancing on the rhythm of it.

“Raj…….. Raj I am talking to you. Are you listening me?” Raj took her in arms and brings her lips closer enough to kiss but then he remembers something. Yes the lights. He orders the moon to come up and sun to go down, so that they can make love in moonlight.

Up in the heaven God receives their thanks from Raj and Shikha’s side for making a new world for them. Just for them. God smiles and creates one more Raj and Shikha in our world……………..

** Poetry part are taken from different internet sources.


Written By – Shivam SinghShivam

Our first post in the guest category. Enjoy!

My land is beautiful
and so are the people
a spring that’s hueful
with a colony of maple
steamy summer evenings
and the tours to the park
the dawn of gusty winds
and the rides in the dark
morning blurs of winter
and the incinerating tea to heart
that knitting yarn of the old
and ice-creams in the cold
I miss my home, I miss my time
nostalgia at its crown
those busy detours of market
and lousy lane of bargain
dickering at the street shops
and road blockades of pain
desserts of the corner shop
cacophony of the train
that river side at the end
with sunset at the frame
chirping birds and peddling swans
and the temple at the shore
flapping waves and thumping breeze
heaven’s at the top
I miss my home, I miss my town
nostalgia at its crown
the cobwebs of colonies
holds my little swanky home
my altercating mom and little feisty dad
the aroma of the kitchen
and the dining table chats
friends who formed my world
sister who termed them brats
the festive feast of my birthday
and pocket money in cash
such is my heavenly land
which misses me lot I know
I miss my home, I miss my town
nostalgia at its crown



“Should I go or not?” His mind was occupied fully with this question. He was standing there in front of that street; alone in the dark. Finally, slowly he took his first step. He was trying to divert his mind by saying ‘Ghosts doesn’t exist’ but he knew that it will not work. With shivering legs he forwarded towards his fear.

Street lights started playing the ghostly game with him by making his numerous shadows walking with him. Now he was afraid of his own shadow. He was turning back with his each step to see who’s following him as he had a fear of someone watching him from behind and only thing which he finds was his own shadows.

He was at the end of the street now and getting a bit relaxed now but suddenly fear came again and got filled in his every nerve. At the end of the street there was a big wall. The street was a dead end. It was not possible because he have seen the other side of the street and there was no such wall.

He forwarded towards the wall and with him his shadows also moved. Now slowly the shadows moved in front of him. It was looking as if the shadows were getting attracted by the wall.

Now he was standing in front of the wall. Wall was getting lightened by the street lights behind him. Only the portion of his shadow was dark. He forwarded his hand to touch the wall. But there was nothing. He was now fully terrified. He moved back because of fear and fell on road. His head stroked a stone and blood started to flow down.

He looked by again at the wall, his shadow was still there. It didn’t move. Slowly the wall disappeared only his shadow was standing there. Now the shadow forwarded toward him, he got terrified to see this and died of heart attack.

NEWSPAPER of the next morning

A drunken man was found dead on the ‘Haunted Street’. He got terrified to see a man there and behaved awkwardly which made the other man feel that he was the ghost but after sometime the drunken man fall on the road and died of heart attack.


The Mask

The Mask

I don’t think I can make it

Or rather I could just fake it

It’s easy that way, playing roles

Covering all the patches, all the holes

It would be a new story, a new line

No one too close, no one to whine

No questions asked, none answered

And life above all, mastered!



“If you will help others, god will help you and always believe in god.” My father said. He was a rich jamidar (Who owns land and gives that land to poor farmers for farming and enjoys heavy profit) of our village.

“But how will he help me daddy?” I was just 6 years old when I asked him this question.

He replied my question with a smile. I never understood what that smile meant.


“What did the doctor said?” I asked my wife.

“Our child is dead. Again.” She said. This was the second time, the second miscarriage. She kept her head on my chest and cried. I didn’t cry. Just looked up to see my father in heaven and then I smiled with tears in my eyes.

I am Gopi and I am a servant. My father had huge lands in village but we lost everything in a fraud. Our relative took all we had. My father died because of that and we were ripped of everything.


“Gopi, clean that carpet also. Anita has grotted that too.” Owner of the house in which I worked, Suman, said. She was the cashier in a local bank. Anita was her little daughter. Suman was a widow. Her husband died in a car accident.

“I am going to the hospital to meet doctor.” She took Anita with her and left.

I started cleaning the carpet. While cleaning it I sensed something beneath that carpet. I lifted that and saw a piece of marvel which had a handle to lift. I lifted that and saw an iron box beneath that marvel.

A strange fear grabbed me. I started to sweat heavily. A strange vibe can be sensed all around me.

Slowly I opened that box; my eyes didn’t believe what I saw. Inside that box were jewelleries of gold, diamond and precious stones. My eyes sparkled and my mind started to think dirty.

Was this the way of god to help me? Is this the reward for my kindness and efforts? Is this what my father always told me? A river of questions started to flow inside my head.

Should I or should I not? My hand started to question my mind. I swapped my head, cleared the sweat and decided to take the box with me.


“Are you mad Gopi? They will put you in jail.” My wife cried on me when I showed her the box.

“They didn’t know about this money, else they would never allow me to even touch that carpet.” I grabbed her in my arms and shook her.

“Then whose jewellery is this?”

“This must be of that old couple who lived there before Suman Mam. They were very rich. This box must be of them.”

“No Gopi. This…. This is not good. I don’t want this money which doesn’t belong to us. You…. Please you go and return this to them. This belongs to them. That home belongs to them, so all the things lying there also belong to them.”

“No. I will not refuse what the god is giving us. He has already done so much injustice with us and now when he is giving something to us so u………”

She took my head in both of her soft palms and while sobbing she said:

“For my sake, please…….please return this.”

I kept on looking in her eyes. I had nothing to say.


Suman Mam started to cry. She was thanking his god and was crying. She thanked me hundreds of times.

“Gopi I can’t tell you how much happiness you have given to me.” She said and I listened her with an expressionless face. I can’t even bear a fake smile on my face at that time.

“You saved my child, Gopi.” She confused me this time. “My child Anita has a hole in her heart. Doctors were asking 1.5 crore for the operation.”

I left their house and felt so much relieved. I saved her life. The tears of happiness flowed through my eyes.


“Ram, my son will be known as Ram, on the name of his grandfather.” My wife said.

“If you will help others, god will help you and always believe in god.” My father said.

“But how will he help me daddy?”

My father just smiled whenever I asked this question. I never understood what he meant. But today I know.

I looked up in the heaven and smiled.


Classroom Scandal

Classroom Scandal

Murmuring amongst the living dead

She progresses with extreme dignity

Here & there & god knows where

She moves like a wind seen very rare

I stop, I gaze & I breathe out

She intercepts, she feels & shouts loud

The mask is off the stone cold face

The burden too heavy to resume the race

I am off the road, into the wild

Walking amongst the rest like a forbidden child