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How I wish I could see the world today!
As it was, last year, a different day,
I thought of the fun, the joy and laughter,
And also the fear of starting a new chapter.

The summer vacation was a different set
Not like this one, at all, I can bet.
They were more memorable than these
They went away like the swift flowing breeze.

The winter, though cold and chilly,
Went away in fun and dilly-dally
And now, I suppose they would be boring
As the vacations are ever growing.

I wonder how lovely it would be
When once again, my friends, I would get to see!
I am still waiting here for that day.
And I end my poem here today .
                                                   -Raya

As the weeks and months pass before me, like a swift, endless  river, I go back to those gllomy summer mornings of June last year, or the bone chilling winter ones. Life was so normal then, filled with the worry of not having done the homework and the joy of getting to distribute some copies among the classmates. Life was not filled with the fraustation of staying locked at home, having not a thing to do to pass time.
I go back to the joy of hearing the bell to the tiffin break ring, and the excitement of seeing black clouds gather in the sky from the classroom. Well, I am becoming nostalgic now. Some might say that they do not miss going to school and meeting the friends, but, deep down in their heart, they do.
I recall the last day of my final examinations, the last day of school, before the lockdown. After giving away my geography papars, little did I know that I would not come back there, come back to that boring and stupid school. We used to curse our school a lot, especially when we used to hear that there would be an assembly taking place. Even now, after three long months without school, I do.
I recall the cloudy days of the summer, when my heart used to pound with excitement, on seeing dark clouds gathering in the horizon.

Well, this writing might be getting a bit too exaggerating, but no one can say they don’t miss school! If you don’t…no matter, at least I do.

I was standing behind the thin mob of mourners, or visitors, I should say. All I could see or gather from that point of the earth, was that I wasn’t so loved as I thought I had been. Nobody had shed a tear, nobody was sad. My mum and dad weren’t there beside my lifeless body, as they themselves weren’t present on the earth. I was, for the first time, alone.

I was watching from behind the people I knew, some were talking, some even smirking, some, a bit sad. The visitors stood around a large clear space of earth, where my own lifeless form slept, slept peacefully, without any worry. Beside my open coffin, a man was giving a speech, words I could not hear. He went on, continously, without showing signs of finishing it. But, for me, these words were worthless, as I knew that in reality, no one was actually paying attention to them either.

Yes, you are right, I am, standing, behind the crowd, in my own funeral, watching if people really cared about me, or loved me. I, however, by then, knew that these people did not care if I lived or died, and so, I began walking backwords, silently, with a blank expression.

No, I wasn’t heartbroken, I wasn’t sad. I wasn’t, because I did not have expections, a free soul does not. The sun was now in the golden western sky, it’s rays showering the sky with golden light. The clouds were looking like fluffy pink specks in the sky. I walked backwards, not knowing what to feel, what to do. A soul, as I told earlier, does not feel, does not have emotions. I am a soul now, an emotion-less form. I am one of those thousands of souls roaming around right now, this moment, like the clouds in the golden sky.

I turned around completely, cutting myself from that scene, away from my funeral, my body, forever. I started walking, this time, my heart filled with sadness, as I tried to ignore them. I realised, that after all, some souls do feel. Some do feel pain and sadness, some like me.

I walked forwards, walking away from the bitter truth, the truth of not being cared, not being loved. I walked away, away from the western sky, away from the impartial sun, who showers everyone, loves everyone, cares for every living being.

This was my last day on earth, I was not going to come back, never!

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Written by Amrita Sar

The millions of stars in the sky,

Grow a shade darker each night,

Each star, as the days go by,

Forgets to shower us their light.

I dream of a place without hate,

Like the stars in the dark cloudy night

Who give us their light, without being late,

Where people would follow what is right.

I dream of a place full of magic,

Where the stars would make our hearts glow

And remove all the hate, the tragic,

And the winds of love would blow.

I’d love to be in such a place

Where the rains would cleanse us every night,

And remove every evil’s trace,

Making our hearts so bright!

I wish I could be in such a land,

Where the people would help each other grow,

And follow the path of love, hand in hand

Removing all the sorrow.

~Amrita Sar

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I was staring dumbly at the thick bundle of papers before me, my own answer sheets. There was a lot of time left for the final bell to ring, and all I could do was to sit and stare. The girl in front of me, was writing still. I wondered what she was , but everyone was writing. Did I miss any question?

The teacher was looking at me for a long time, probably thinking whether I could write anything in the answer sheets or not. I had of course, I had studied the night before. I could not answer only two of them, they were completely new, I wondered from where my teacher had taken that question from.

Five minutes passed, I started feeling very sleepy, like my eyes could not stay open! I kept my answer sheets inside the desk and put my head down. The girl in front of me was still writing! I heaved a sigh and went to sleep.

I was awakened by my teacher, calling out for my papers. I rubbed my eyes sleepily and perhaps, dumbly. She shouted again, when I came back to my senses and grabbed my answer sheet and ran to submit it. It was then I noticed the third section at the end of the question paper, which, apparentluupy, I had overlooked! I had nothing to do, except for submitting it. I was angry at my own self, my stupid eyes!! What an idiot I was!

Elizabeth was sitting in front of her computer, her eyes bright and concentration etched across her pretty face. The international workshop would begin that day and she had to make sure everything was in order. The day was quite sunny with a clear sky. This was the perfect weather for an important meeting. She clicked her mouse twice and then got up from her seat.

The room was neatly arranged today, everything was ready. The scientists would arrive there in the evening and so they did not have much time to waste. Elizabeth went near the window, and then looked down. The road was quite clear, except for a few people, running busily. Elizabeth took a big breath and then rang her bell.

Her brother William arrived, with a hearty smile on her face. Before she could tell him anything, he started talking.

“Guess what, the TQFP has aranged to get chocolate muffins and wine for the guests! I love muffins!”

Elizabeth couldn’t help herself from smiling.

“I love muffins too, but I guess it will not be a good etiquette to eat them myself, as this is my workshop.”

Bill rolled his eyes “Oh Ellie, you are such a mannered CEO, enjoy life and have some fun!”

This was true. Elizabeth remembered her childhood days when she and William used to sneak away all the muffins from mummy’s food box. They had so much fun back then, running around, playing in the sun, or in the ankle-deep snow during winter. She missed those wonderful days.

“Anyways, you must have at least one muffin!” Bill said, his face strict.

“That will be seen later, now have you kept my paper securely in the way I told you to? You are my own brother, so I am trusting you. Don’t give it to anyone, not even to Maddy. Just keep it under your eyes. Okay?”

“Oh of course Ellie, don’t you trust me? I am a very responsible man. Now can I go, let me see if there are any free muffins made yet! Bye!”

Elizabeth sighed. She went and sat on her seat again, taking a bunch of papers in her hands. She was going through those papers, looking quite bored. It would be a long week.

She could not stay seated any more. Keeping the papers on her table, she came out of her office. The hallway was extremely bright, it really looked professional. Ellie went down the escalator and started walking down the road. It was indeed a lovely day and Elizabeth loved the sun and nature. How she wished she could stay in the sun all day, not having to worry about some stupid meeting. She remembered her house, a little red cottage with lots of green farms around it. She had grown up with nature itself. What use was this Quantum Physics, to the world? Would life become very hard to live without it? Of course not. But she had chosen this life and she, she was proud of it.

PS: This was the second part and once I get the idea I will write the third one. Please comment if you liked it!.

~Amrita Sar

I am sitting on the pale blue seats of my lovely new BMW driving through the bustling city. It is so lively, colourful and modern, its my favorite city perhaps. I am all alone in this big car, but I like being lonely, especially in cars. My eye feasts on the skyscrapers, hotels, bars and colourful shops. I am rich, and I can afford to stay in all of these hotels, but I won’t, even if I have money, I won’t. The world has so many new oppurtunities for me but I’ll only think and then choose what I can.

I stop my car and then peek out of the window. Its a café called ‘laìt’ and I cannot resist the earthy smell of a steaming coffee mug with the velvety brown coffee in it, or I might have an espresso too… lets see.

I enter the café and as the door tinkles, a young lady like me, with dark auburn hair and green eyes, welcomes me. I have a seat, soft brown seats matching with the tables and the coffee. I order an espresso and then wait. The shop is filled with various types of people, mostly youngsters. I srart observing my table, when the tinkle of the door makes me look up. A very old lady, wrinkled and spotty, enters the shop. She can barely walk, her dress is patched and hair, all messed up in thw wind, she looks poor too. I keep watching her when the red-haired lady comes towards her.

“Excuse me, madam, you are not allowed to enter without money”

“I’ll just sit for a moment, please, I’ll go away in a while, its so cold out there” the old lady replies, coughing. It is really a pitiful scene for my eyes.

“No, madam, you will not get seats here without money, nor can you stand her as we cannot give you the heat of the heater, it requires money, and anyways, you are making this place dirty. Please stand outside and if you have three bucks, thats one coffee, you can have that seat in the corner. If you don’t please don’t waste our valuable time!”

My jaw drops in the way she speaks to her. There was a good lot of difference in the way she spike to me! I am astonished, is she a human or an animal? I can take it no longer!

“But… I don’t have any money”

“Out!”

But before the door tinkles I come forward. She stops, the lady looks. I hold her hand, bring her in and give her a twenty dollar note. She tries to refuse it but, I insist. The lady looks at me with her face unreadable. “Excuse me Ma’am, what are you doing? ”

“If we humans cannot help each other, why are we humans then? We are animals, like any other wild animal! If you cannot give her kindness, I will, if you can’t give shelter to a poor old lady, I will! You can only welcome rich people, with lots of money, with lots of cars, and you’ll reject an old lady! I don’t want your coffee, I’ll give that to her. I am giving this money to her because I don’t want to be an animal! Help people, be kind! It takes nothing to just help! Stop worrying about your money, worry about the people who need your help! If we young people don’t give our hand to the needy, who will?”

I gave her the money and the coffee, and came out. The bustling city was still bustling.

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