Spree ..A Poem


There in a trance i see some magic,

With finger’s on keys departing with tragic

Patiently waiting for someone to listen

I swell with pride on finding a simpleton

O i thought how can, any, be subject to mass hearing

Where the gloom is budding and heart absconding

But there the shadow of wisdom delays

For the communion of words that dismays

Not to one or be judge to my miseries

But to rise this phoenix form ashes

And there you were too far too reach

But still near my soul wherein I could seek

The words that flowed in and out

Of happiness and less flout

You for you were there in my catastrophe

And shall witness me through hope

For you are the reason enough with good

For the way I being, to be I should

To GARNER all that you say to me

To embellish my life with your spree

By Aditri Shilpi


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The Serendipity part 3


#ShortStories #TheSerendipity [(C)2017] Part 3/6 “What is your name son” ? asked malavika. “Ali” said the boy in a muzzled voice. “Don’t feel bad son, for what we say, we say it as one of your own, as your elders. And it is meant for your good only and nothing else” said malavika consoling ali, whose face was filled with sadness. “Do you study, in chennai”? Continued malavika, trying to lift up the dull moment. “No i live in pune, excuse me aunty i am feeling tired so..” ali replied to end the conversation and straightened himself and turned the other way to sleep. “See, that’s what i don’t like about these kids, he is no different, what attitude ufff!” exclaimed rati. “It’s ok rati let him sleep, poor child must be very tired” said malavika. “Ticket, madam?” asked the ticket checker “Ya, ya, just a moment, here it is” said rati while handing over her ticket to the TC. “Ok! Said the TC giving back her ticket. “Ticket please” said TC while trying to wake up Ali, who had covered the sheet up to his head. “O what! ya uncle here” said ali as he sat reclining on his backpack, and showed his ticket. “Very good son, you gave the lower berth seat to your maa” said the TC with pride and appreciation for ali. “I am not his maa” rati corrected TC’s statement. “Oh I see! But he’s no less than a son madam! looking at what he did for you. In my career of 18 years i have seen young boys and girls fighting with the elderly and in some cases their very own parents, as if mad like maniacs. They don’t compromise even, for an inch. Believe me you’re lucky!” said the TC loudly as he walked past their cabin into others checking tickets. Rati felt something move inside, she was looking at malavika who was witnessing everything that happened. She knew that malavika was there, when ali without a question went on the upper berth, he knew the lower berth, was his but still he did not raise a word for it. Rati was seriously feeling uncomfortable, for everything that happened, she did not wanted to be burdened by ali’s act of kindness for her. Rati started “So what they are young they must do such things, otherwise who else will, does he expect me to climb up in this age, silly boy!” “Rati …” said malavika who expected rati to change her tone for ali, but felt hopeless and gazed at rati’s window. “What are those medicines for, sugar, bp”? asked malavika seeing rati open a big box of medicines. “Yes, for this,that, i am tired of all these now!” rati replied heaving a big sigh. “Why? It is very common for our age, but what are those for”? Malavika said as she pointed to rati’s medicine’s that had few bigger tablets. “Oh these, doctor gave it for something, umm i don’t remember exactly”. Said rati as she brushed aside the box behind her back. “Hmm” sighed malavika as she turned away from rati and looked straight out of the window for a long time. There was silence of the hearts that didn’t break with the sound of wheels. Rati was waiting for malavika to speak but not from where they left the conversation. She felt uneasy and fidgeted with things around her and when suddenly she chose to break the silence. To be Continued… Written By Aditri C. Sinha

The Serendipity part 2


#ShortStories #TheSerendipity [(C)2017] Part 2/6

Rati could finally close her eyes. “Acha chalta hoon Duaaon mein yaad rakhna Mere zikr ka zubaan pe swaad rakhna Dil ke sandookon mein Mere ache kaam rakhna Chitthi taaron mein bhi Mera tu salaam rakhna Andhera tera maine le liya Mera ujla sitaara tere naam kiya Channa mereya mereya Channa mereya……” Someone’s phone rang in full sound and high pitch with this song as its ringtone. “O god, not a moment of peace” shouted rati as she moved her body from side to side unable to find peace. “Sorry Aunty” said the boy peeking out from the upper berth. “Why do you have to keep everything loud, don’t you have sense or any regard for other people, stupid boy! all you know and do is to burn your parents money on these smartphones” rati lost her patience and snapped at him in full force. “I am sorry aunty, i will put it on silent mode now” said the boy slipping back. “You better do that right now, all you people know is how to have fun, and make life hell for your parents” rati said, as her fatigued body and sleep deprived soul got lost in vexation. “Going to mumbai” asked the lady sitting on the lower berth of the adjacent cabin that faced rati. “No, I will get down in pune” replied rati. “O pune is good, less crowded and less polluted unlike mumbai” said the woman. “So you’re from mumbai, that’s a lovely city, your good name please? rati asked. “Malavika, and he is my husband Subodh and you’re”? Said malvika pointing towards her husband and coming back to rati. “Namastay, I am Rati, here have some” rati greeted malavika’s husband on being introduced, and offered a pack of biscuits she had just opened. “Thank you rati, so your relatives live in chennai” malavika asked while munching on the biscuits offered by rati. “No no relatives, i had some personal work there” rati replied in a hesitating tone. “O ok, subodh pass me that bag please, i am feeling hungry after having biscuits hahaha” said malavika while keeping a huge bag on her side that subodh gave her, she carefully digs her hand into it and took out a big casserole. Subodh went back to his berth and laid down spreading his body on every inch of it. “Here have some kachori’s my daughter in law cooked them for us, she got up at 4 in the morning to prepare all this” malavika said showing the whole bag that contained food items. She continues… “We don’t eat outside food, health issues you see, here have some” malavika offered food to everyone seated around her. “Here son, you also have” malavika raised the casserole up, asked the boy who sat leaning above rati’s berth. “Wow! thank you so much aunty i was actually feeling hungry” the boy took 3 kachoris out of the casserole and hid them in his hands. “Seriously kids these days have no etiquettes, in our time we used to say No’ 2 – 3 times before taking something from someone but nowadays they are so frank” said rati condemning the boy’s behaviour. “It’s ok rati, we have to change with time and there’s nothing bad in being frank, i believe it helps you to live a stress free life” said malavika as she put her hand on rati’s shoulder. “What is your name son” ? asked malavika.

To be Continued ….. Written by Aditri C. Sinha

The Serendipity



#TheSerendipity [(C)2017]

Part 1/6

“Where is riya? call her!

”Said Rati as she hurriedly walked down the overbridge stairs.

“Ya ya, she’s here, just a moment, Riya hold this, talk to her” said Ashok while passing the phone to riya. “Yes mamma, have you got on the train”? Said riya “Yes darling just reaching there, how’s your stomach ache now”? Rati slowed down her pace for a moment to listen carefully. “Better than yesterday and I am thinking of going for classes today” said riya. “Ok, If you don’t feel like then, don’t go, give the phone to papa” “Mamma, when did i say that i will not go, gosh you’re weird, ok bbye, take care and i miss you” “Papa, take this” riya hands back the phone to her dad. “yes madam!, please order” chuckled ashok. “Shut up ashok, and listen please put some balance in my phone and.. And listen don’t forget to pay sunita her salary today, it’s month end, remember otherwise she will spread the news in society that we are poor” said rati as she stopped to scan the reservation chart stuck on the railway coach. “Ok i will, now don’t tire yourself you’re panting, get in the train first and i will call you after some time, ok” said ashok “Ok,ok bye” said rati and disconnected her phone. “Hey! You! Idiot, can’t you see and walk, i was about to fall in this gap” said rati while she manages to restrain her body from falling as someone had just bumped into her from behind. “I am so sorry, miss! It wasn’t intentional, you see there, (he pointed his finger towards the big hole in the concrete) my foot got stuck in that, as i walked and therefore…” said a boy who carried a backpack and must be in his 20s. “ok, ok be careful next time, now go” said rati dismissing him. Rati entered the coach, walking slowly and looking desperately for her seat, her poor eyesight didn’t helped her much with numbers written in big but not big enough for rati “Excuse me! Sir, Where is seat number 24” asked rati. Since she was getting exhausted and wanted to sit or lay down on her berth as soon as possible she kept asking for people’s help. “Next one” said the gentleman “O Thank you” said rati as she pushed her weight and the weight of a heavy suitcase against gravity and stress. “Aaa hmm 24, squealed rati as soon, her eyes caught the number, pasted on the side berths, she continued “why are you sitting on my seat, see 24, that’s mine” said rati arrogantly to the boy who was baffled by rati’s behaviour. He was the same boy who had bumped into rati a minute back on the platform. “O sorry miss” he said and quickly climbed up to the upper berth after pushing his shoes under the lower berth seat with his foot. “Don’t put them here, so dirty chheeh take them with you, put them under your head and go to sleep” said rati in such a way that the other passengers who listened, felt disgusted and some even gave rati a grim look. “No, no i said because his shoes are so nice know, they might get stolen. Better to be safe than sorry” said rati as she retracted from her words and tried to reconcile with everyone. “It’s ok, son you can keep it down there no problem” said rati while shoving his shoes inside using her foot. She pushed them deep enough, till they were not seen or sniffed. Rati slided her big suitcase under her bed, and pulled down the seats from both the sides to make it into a bed, she pushed aside her sandals, hung her purse near the bottle stand and drank some water before laying herself down and resting her head in her handbag. She could finally close her eyes.

To be continued….

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I am 30 & I still hate my mother’s job


I have been sincere and supportive of my mom’s job eversince i was a child. I never objected or showed any signs of emotional struggle that i went through when she was not there.

I had physical courage and confidence in me but to this day i can’t find myself in a position to declare my hatred for her job.

I had always longed to see her home, even though she was into a teaching one, i wanted her to rest all day and not work for it . I acknowledge her efforts in getting us admitted in best school that time when both of them tried to make ends meet.

As kids of a working mother we were mature and more observant about life, our emotions and physical self remained hidden in wraps. My emotional state became an onion full of layers and one day it just vanished as a result of acceptance.

I always loathed and waited for the time that would never come when she would leave it all just for me, that day never came and i left her home before she left her job.

I, to this day feel, was it really worth all the effort? since i don’t know what it would have been if otherwise but, what i know is, i could enjoy being more happy and living over every moment of her time.

It’s always a pain for the child as a child of a working mother, i cannot refrain to expose my feelings today as i step into my 30s.Was it all that necessary to create an emotional machine in me, that wanted me to repress all my feelings everytime i longed for her presence.

I am married and have a child today and we( my mom n me ) are seperated by a distance of 1110 kms and that longing is persistent it never faded away not even with time or change.

I long for her even today, but remain strong just as a child, i never opened my heart to her, i never want her to see the weak in me.

I feel trapped but liberated for my daughter as we let each other free. Free from the creation of unnecssaary feelings and irrelevant choices. We chose each other as I wait for my mom to choose me.

Ps To each his own. I am aware its a debatable topic but these are my observations and subject to no debate or differences.




I am lazy frankly i am too lazy to walk myself into a park ful with green and life. But I do it for my little one who loves the swings and the birds in the tree.

She runs around, plays, hops from one swing to another and jumps incessantly. I just sit on the stone beds dug in the ground and gaze at her manoeuvres without a blink.

“you’re enjoying aren’t you renne?” mummy “woh aunty kya boli usko” ? asked my daughter since, she wasn’t able to comprehend those words said by renne’s mother.

So i translated the meaning of those words to her very sincerely. She goes to the kindergarten and is used to hearing instructions in english therefore she gives me a look of interest and not disquiet and i am thankful for that.

These titbits of conversations in English that i hear and overhear in the playground bemuse me because i rarely speak in english and it doesn’t come from my inner self so whatever, that is not coming from my heart is not the truth therefore i cannot be fanciful to my loved one.

I cannot ignore the consequences i have incurred for not being able to drop one or two of those melodies that i had acknowledged but was inept to respond, in a similar tone. I have witnessed myself being ignored but i am unsure if i have been stereotyped since i lack proof for that.

I am just aware and follow what i cannot be, english just doesn’t happen to me, i feel no connection in between us. Every time i try i feel like i am literally trying and i reflect why at all i should try when i just can do without it.

But it’s never too far the day when my little one will encourage me to speak since she will eventually. And i will have no plausible excuse that can suffice her.

All i can say to her now and then is that, dear world! this is not the race you were meant to be in, the race is somewhere else and you know what? you’re eons behind!

By Aditri C Sinha