Potter

I watched him on one corner of a busy railway platform. His broom in hand, a wild look in eyes and his wand somewhere around.

He does have scars. Not one but uncountable. Yet I couldnot help but notice his innocence. Suddenly a smile played on his lips. Someone was coming. A large bearded figure could be seen from a distance. Was it Hagrid?

Ahh! the look of freedom in his eyes say so.

“Your admission is done, now you don’t need to sweep platforms. You can go to school. For free”

Those words were like music to his ears.

Get up you asshole! Who is going to feed you if you don’t work?

His mother yelled.

Potter was on his way to sweep off another day with his broom

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I am..

Mai hoo, mai hoo..(I’m there, I’m there)
Tumhare chai k chuskiyo me (In sips of your tea)

Tumhare sukhe kapdo k silwato me (In the creases of your dry clothes)

Tumhare haatho ki adakaari me ( In the creativity of your hands)

Tumhare khoye hue lifafo me ( In those envelopes you have lost)

Tumhare adhure sapno me ( In your unfulfilled dreams)

Tumhare soye hue zid me. (In your hidden stubbornness)

Tumhare khamosh lafzo me mai hoo ( In your silent words)

Tumhare tanhaai me, tumhare dard me (In your emptiness, in your pain)

Tumhare khushi me aur har ek ehsaas me (In your happiness and in each and every feeling)

Mai hoo (I’m there)

Mai hoo?( Am I there?)

Ya sirf meri ehsaas….( Or is it the feeling of my existence…)

Moumita.

Article 1- Understanding teenagers

Being a teacher I got to meet the loveliest creation of God, “children”. They say it is easier handling a baby, but once they grow up, it is a difficult ball game. Well as a teacher I believe, bringing up a child is a continuous process. It starts from their birth and keeps going on. 

 Sometimes I used to see teenagers, especially girls act completely weird around grown ups. They try to show they are very confident, driven, and hate boys. The boys on the other hand, try to act cool, careless and obviously hated girls. When I got the opportunity to interact with them, I found the root cause of their problems. Most of them are actually afraid of their true selves. They have to prove themselves in every aspect of their lives. On top of that, they have to look attractive. No matter from which financial background they came from. Most importantly, they don’t have someone to talk to. Yes they have friends, but they don’t find someone older than them who actually understands them. 

All these mixed emotions make them bratty, cranky and ill behaved. Some go into a shell and some become rebels. But there is a void which only parents can fill. There parents might be working very hard to achieve everything for their kid. But if they can spend atleast an hour with their kid each day and just listen to all their cute little stories, the families will be happier along with the child.

Moumita

These days

These days, the sky looks more blue.

These days, the sunset looks a little more breathtaking.

These days, the short phone calls we have, holds more meaning.

These days, the sound of the moving train feels musical.

These days, your voice sounds sweeter.

These days, all the meaningless odd jobs turn into something magical.

These days, I feel more closer to happiness,

These days, I forget to shout at mistakes.

These days, I become a little bit crazier.

I think, I am going closer to loving life these days.

Moumita

Flame of life

You took her for granted, you have no idea about the pains she took for you.

You marked her weak, you don’t know how it feels to be lonely in a relationship.

You thought she can’t take pain. You have not seen the amount of labour she put just to make you smile.

You judged her for misbehaving with you,you didnot see what she had to face, just to be with you.

She loved you for the way you were, yet you thought she was trying to change you.

You thought she was flicker, yes she is.

You thought she is a flame, yes she is.

You thought she burns all.

Yes she does.

She burns all the evils around her, just to bring out the good.

She jumps in the fire, only to take a rebirth everytime.

She is the fire you could never touch, she is the flame which lights every thing.

She is not for you, you faint hearted.

She is not for you if you want cold.

She is warmth, she is life.

She creates, she makes.

She destroys trouble, yet protects fiercely.

She is not for the cold hearted spineless dead persons.

She is life, she means life.


Moumita