Escape from reality

“We met at the weirdest circumstances, didn’t we?” He asked.

“Definetely” she giggled.

“And now you’re my escape from reality.” Said he.

“I don’t want to be your escape from reality” she confessed.

A ‘huh’ and a confused look was all she got.

“I mean, I don’t want you to separate me from your reality. No matter how perfect or devastating it might get. This, whatever this is, it’s not about all the good and happy things. It’s not just you and me; it’s you and me against life. I want to pass through every obstacle, celebrate every breath, take a step back when we’re overwhelmed, get down and then get back up together. I don’t just want to be living in our own fantasy; but create one with the realities that we live in.” 
-Prajakta Dengale

After a long time people! Enjoy your weekend!

Keep smiling😊



“Why do people drink?” She asked as she eyed two people drinking celebratory shots on the adjacent table.

“There are many reasons.” He said.

“Like?” Her curious eyes asked.

“Those two are drinking to celebrate. The one behind you is trying to forget and the group of teenagers on my left are curious.” She followed his gaze and looked at all the three.

“So is it always for the same reason? Or do people eventually acquire a taste for alcohol?” She asked again.

“Not necessarily. A friend of mine once told me you never drink for taste, you drink for the feeling.” 

“What feeling?”

“The one which burns your throat and makes you numb all in one act. It’s weird, but people drink in grief and for celebration, even for courage. For some it’s an escape from reality and for some it’s a way to accept it’s harsh truth.”
-Prajakta Dengale

This one was on request. Hope you guys liked it.

Keep smiling😊

The Reason 

“You should speak your mind more often.” He smiled at her.

“Me? Why?” She asked as if he just told her to act in a movie.

“Because you have so much to say.” He pointed out.

Before she could say anything, he continued “ You have thoughts and there’s something constantly on your mind. But you’re afraid to let it out. I don’t know what you’re so scared of. I’m constantly wondering what’s going on under that thick skull of your’s” he joked half-heartedly. 

“ People.” She whispered.

“People? Why?” He asked.

“ I’ve never had someone say to me that you need to speak up or ask me what my opinion was. It was always the other way around. I was told to shut up and was laughed on by people for having an ‘opinion’. So why would I want to speak my mind when there’s no one there to value it or even consider it. Why would I want to make a fool out of myself for having a belief? When I know that saying something is only going to embarrass and humiliate me because I’ve something different to say, why would I do that? Our society teaches us to raise a voice against injustice but the same people kills the voices of many who have something to say. It’s not that I’m afraid of something, it’s just that I know that my voice has no value.” 

-Prajakta Dengale

I’m thinking of starting “He and She” series. Let me know what you guys think.

Keep smiling☺


“How do you know a person?” He asked staring at her brown eyes.

She smiled before replying,

“By everything they do.”

“Everything?” He was confused.

“Yes, everything. By how he doodles at the top corner of the page when he’s bored. How he taps his foot when his favorite song is playing. By the rhythm of his heartbeat when he’s sound asleep. By the straight line between his eyebrows when he’s confused. By the long sigh he gives when he finishes a book. By the way he rolls his sleeves up. By the amount of sugar he takes in his tea. The song he only listens till his favorite lyric. The little notes he leaves for people to read. The scratching of his neck whenever he’s nervous. The way he hugs his pets when he returns home. The way he stares. Everything. You don’t know a person just by their name or where they’ve come from. You know a person by all the little things they do which separates them from everyone. It’s not just their identity that interests you, it’s their soul.”

-Prajakta Dengale

Just something for this rainy night…

Keep smiling😉


They are not just a group of people,
But passionate souls.
Struggling to reach a dream,
A dream deeply engraved in their minds,
A dream which will surely come true.

Like a shinning knight their legacy will steal the show,
Blow the mind of every spectator,
It won’t just be fabulous,
But legendary.
For they are crazy freaks,
With a passionate soul,
And a vision to turn into reality.

They work together,
They party together,
They eat, drink and dance together,
For It’s not just an ATV, it’s a legacy,
It’s not just a team, it’s a family!

-Prajakta Dengale

This one’s for the fabulous people of Team Kraftwagen!

Race Victorious!😉


“Are you ever going to tell me?”
She asked while staring at him,
“No….” He shrugged.

She sighed,
She thought she deserved to know,
He thought it’s for her own good,
Both hid behind their tears.

In a way,
They just wanted to help each other,
Love each other,
In a world where no one can be trusted,
They just wanted to trust each other.

Although they both wanted the same thing,
They had different perspectives,
And maybe,
Just maybe…
That’s where it all went wrong.

-Prajakta Dengale

Keep smiling folks!☺


She was stunned,
Or was it numb?
She couldn’t differ,
She stared at the raindrops,
Watched them roll down the window.
She rubbed her cheeks,
But there was no tear drop on it.

She was surprised,
At herself,
Her choices,
She took a trip to the past,
And laughed out loud.

She had hit rock bottom,
Couldn’t go downer than this.
Sighing, she got up;
Opened that window,
And stared up at the sky,
For she knew;
There’s no where she can go,
But up.

-Prajakta Dengale.

For everyone who’s hit rock bottom, you can only go up from here.

Keep smiling☺

Purest form of Relation!

It should’ve been us!

Should’ve been a fire, should’ve been a perfect storm,

It should’ve been us!

Could’ve been the real thing,

Now we’ll never know for sure.

Diya bobbed her head along with the music as Tori Kelly sang about how she wished it was her and her companion till the end. Diya thought the situation was kind of ironic, with Rishaan sitting just a seat away from her. Her heart dropped each time Rishaan held Kiara’s hand in his. Diya closed her eyes and leaned back into her not-so comfortable seat, letting out a heavy sigh.

If it was her decision, she would’ve been sitting in her gallery, sipping hot chocolate and, laughing at how Joey can’t speak French. But instead she’s on her way to Goa with her friends. Actually it’s not them that bothers her, but the love that Rishaan and Kiara share.

If only it had been us!

She always mentally slaps herself whenever she thinks of stealing her best friend’s boyfriend. Only a bad person can think such a terrible thing. She knew too well then to even try. If only her heart would be as wise as her brain was. She and Kiara have been best friends since forever, until Rishaan joined the duet and since then the trio was inseparable. Diya always had a special place in her heart for Rishaan, but was too afraid to ever ask him out. Unlike Diya, Kiara was the confident one and she always gets what she wants, even Rishaan.

Rishaan, on the other hand, always thought that he and Diya shared some chemistry. It’s not that he never liked Kiara and still started going out with her. He liked Kiara. He loved how carefree and confident she was.  Just as he loved Kiara’s carefree attitude, he respected Diya’s reserved nature. How she loved the indoors more than the outdoors, how she loved getting herself lost in the fictitious world of books, how she would bob her head while listening to her favorite track, he could go on about her.

When Kiara asked Rishaan out, he hesitated, but said yes eventually. He didn’t want to jeopardize their friendship. Kiara has dated guys before, but it never work out. She’d get bored and end things before they would get serious.

I’m too young to get serious, she’d always say.

It’s a surprise that she’s been with Rishaan for over a year now. He was different after all. He was her best friend first; and then her boyfriend. This trip was planned by Kiara, so that they all could have some fun. She snuggled closer to Rishaan and fell asleep, dreaming about all the things she’ll be able to do in Goa.

In the middle of the flight, Kiara woke up to go to the washroom. When she returned, she was too lazy to push her way into the middle seat. And with Rishaan readily offering to shift seats, the seating arrangement changed. With 20 minutes still remaining for the flight to land, a sleep starved Kiara took another power nap, this time holding Rishaan’s right hand more firmly. Rishaan’s other hand, though, nervously moved to touch Diya’s. Her heart skipped a beat. Diya pulled her hand away. But a defiant Rishaan held her wrist again, this time firmly and more reassuringly. The changing behavioral dynamics between the three perhaps gave out a foreboding of what was to come in Goa.

When the flight landed at the Dabolim Airport, Rishaan felt uncanny…his excitement seemed replaced by an unknown fear that he found very difficult to decipher.

The group checked in their respective rooms in the Bogmallo Beach Resort. They planned to meet at the beach in about an hour and half. Kiara and Diya were sharing the same room. Rishaan went in the room adjacent to them with his pal, Varun.

“I’m so tired! Is it okay if I skip the beach?” a tired Diya asked Kiara as they unpacked their bags.

“No, it’s not okay. We didn’t come all the way to Goa so that you can bury yourself in your books. Why did you even bring your novels?” Kiara asked.

“Hey! Don’t bring my novels into this. I’m just not in the mood for the beach right now.” Diya said as she flopped down on the bed.

“Well, you don’t have a choice. You’re either coming willingly, or forcefully. I’ll ask Rishaan to drag you with us.” Kiara said with a smirk.

Just then Rishaan entered the room, to ask if the girls needed anything.

“Diya is being stubborn about going to the beach. I told her if she didn’t come you’ll drag her with us.” Kiara complained to Rishaan.

Rishaan looked at Diya as she blushed out of embarrassment. As their eyes met, Diya looked away, remembering their encounter on the plane. As much as she liked Rishaan, she never wanted to be the reason why Kiara and Rishaan broke up.

Kiara excused herself and went to wash off all the sweat from the flight. It left Rishaan alone with Diya in the room. He was not ready for this.

“I better take a shower too. See you at the beach” and he left, leaving Diya with a throbbing heart, and an empty room.

It was about 5 in the evening when they gathered at the beach. The boys decided to have volleyball match with girls. Everyone joined in, except Diya.

“Now you know why I brought my novels?” Diya nudged Kiara when she was getting ready to play. Her copy of Pride and Prejudice lied in her lap. She didn’t plan on reading the book at all. But she needed a cover for when she watched Rishaan play, shirtless. Even the thought of it made her blush.

The girls weren’t so bad, but the boys had the upper hand. At one point when the ball came crawling to where Diya was sitting, Rishaan volunteered to bring it back. Diya was startled when Rishaan stood in front of her with a ball in his hand.

“How’s the book so far?” he asked her as he sat next to her and shouted at the guys for a water break.

“It’s going great. Lizzie just rejected her cousin in a rude yet lady-like way.” She replied the first thing that came in her mind.

Rishaan nodded his head at that. He knew that Diya had read Pride and Prejudice dozens of time before. He even tried reading it to see what the big hush about it was that Diya read it so many times. He had to drop it because Kiara thought it was funny.

“You know, I could teach you to play.” Rishaan added.

“Don’t you remember the last time you tried teaching me football? Seriously, I could do without the cast this time.” She said remembering how she broke her leg while learning to play football. Rishaan remembered it, nobody felt as bad as him for getting her hurt.

“Right, don’t want that to happen again.” He said. He needed to talk to Diya about what happened on the plane, but he knew that she’d avoid the talk on all cost. But he decided to give it a shot anyways.

“About what happened earlier…” he began but was cut by Diya.

“We don’t have to talk about it.”

“What? Of course we do.” He protested.

“Look Rishaan, it happened, won’t happen again. It’s best if we let it be.” She said while picking her book. Before Rishaan could say anything else, she left.

Rishaan knew that Diya didn’t want to come in between him and Kiara, but she was being irrational. They both knew they liked each other, and it killed him that he couldn’t do anything about it. He couldn’t ignore his feelings for Diya and he knew that the sooner he told Kiara, the better it will be for all of them.
After dinner, the couple went for a walk by the beach. Diya was in the balcony listening to music as she enjoyed the cool breeze. Kiara held Rishaan’s hand as she kicked seashells on the way. She looked so happy that Rishaan didn’t have the heart to break the news to her.  He decided that he’ll tell her when they return home.

The next day the group went to explore the beauty that Goa possessed. They rented two jeeps for the purpose. The first on their list was the Butterfly beach. The lucid water and silver sand was all going to be worth it after the 2 hours trek through the woods.

Diya let out a sigh when she saved herself from slipping for the 20th time.

This is why I hate the outdoors, She said to herself.

“We are so behind the other guys. Hurry Up, Diya!” Kiara shouted from ahead.

“You go ahead I’m going to take a quick break.” She said as she sat on the rock nearby.

“Don’t be late!” Kiara shouted as she marched ahead.

“Having trouble?” said a voice that shook something inside Diya every time she heard it.

“Weren’t you ahead of us?” a confused Diya asked Rishaan.

“Forgot the cameras.” He said as he held the cameras high to show her.

“Perfect! You probably completed the route twice and here I am taking a break every 15 minutes.” She said as she rested her head between her hands.

“You’re not that bad.” Rishaan reassured her.

“Of course I am! I saw a 5 year old do better than me. You know this is why not everyone is meant to go outside. That’s why they have adventure and travel books. So that people like me can sit inside the safety of our homes and read about it.” she said as she tied her hair in a ponytail.

Rishaan burst out laughing, only to get a confused look from Diya. “You’re so hilarious when you ramble.” He said in between laughter. Diya rolled her eyes at him. That’s a first, she thought to herself.

“I am going to break up with Kiara.” He suddenly blurted out the words which have been killing him for weeks. He didn’t regret it though.

“What?” Diya was shocked.

“I was going to last night, but didn’t want to ruin the trip for all of us. I’ll do it when we go back home.” He added.

“You can’t do that Rishaan! Do you have any idea what that will do to her? Please, listen to me!” protested Diya.

“And what about what it is doing to us? You know very clearly that I like you and I know that the feeling is mutual. How long do you think you’re going to ignore it?” he asked her, he was so desperate now.

“As long as it takes to make these feelings go away, but I’m not letting you hurt Kiara, Rishaan.” She cried. She was so determined in protecting her best friend that she didn’t care if it broke her into pieces.

“What about me? Don’t you care the least about me?” he asked her. He would be lying if he said that it didn’t break his heart when she said that.

“I do. But I’m in no position to do anything about it.” Diya replied as she hid her tears from him.

“Diya, how longer are you going to put Kiara before you? It’s not doing you any good.” Rishaan tried explaining to her how unhealthy her habit was.

“You don’t get it, do you? Rishaan, even if we did get together after you broke up with Kiara; do you think it is going to work? Do you think we’ll ever be able to get the guilt away from us?”

Rishaan had no reply for this. So Diya continued;

“If you break up with Kiara, you’ll be losing both of us” with that last sentence she left. Rishaan just sat there for a few minutes before he could even move.

They both didn’t really talk much for the rest of the time they were in Goa. Rishaan respected Diya’s decision of staying by her friend’s side than the boy who loved her. It did make it much harder for him to stop loving her though.

After they returned from Goa, Rishaan couldn’t help but act distant, Kiara didn’t fail to notice his weird behavior. One day she’d had enough and she confronted him.

“I’m just having a hard time figuring out what I really want.” He replied.
Kiara’s heart broke in two, but she decided to be mature about the situation. It’s not like she wasn’t familiar with heartbreaks. There was a reason why she never got close to her other companions. She had a history that only Diya knew better, hence the reason why Diya was so persistent on saving Kiara from the heartache.

“It’s okay, Rishaan. If you think we should take a break, I understand.” She said with saddened eyes.

Rishaan had no idea she’d say something like this. He was shocked. But Kiara was not stupid, she noticed how Rishaan and Diya were all awkward with each other and they three never hung out together.

She told Rishaan she knew about him and Diya. Rishaan had to tell her everything that happened and so he did.
Kiara was silent for a few minutes before she smiled. “I knew this girl would be willing to die for me, but I didn’t think she’d be all about sisters before misters’ dilemma. And hey, if she could risk getting her heartbroken for me, I’m sure I can handle seeing you two together, right?”

Rishaan couldn’t express how proud he was of Kiara. The way she handled this was calling for applause.  Rishaan visited Diya after Kiara, and once again confessed his love for her. Much to his surprise, she declined again. Diya knew even though Kiara said she had no problem with both of them dating, she knew better than that. Kiara was her best friend; it was her job to know.

That was the last time those three ever talked about it. And it didn’t take them long to go back to how things were before they got complicated.  It’s probably right what people say, if some things are not meant to be, they’ll never happen. No matter how right or wrong the two souls are for each other. No right amount of time or effort will bring them together. But perhaps that’s a good thing. Some relations are too pure to be changed into something that may or may not last forever. After all, friendship is the purest form of relationship, isn’t it?

-Prajakta Dengale

I know I know! I’m cheesy and a hopeless romantic 😉

Still hope you guys liked it!

Keep smiling fellas!☺


“Get out of the road!”

Sparsha winced at the tone of the passenger in the car behind her. She tried her best to give him way; to let him overtake her. He muttered some profanities at her as he passed by her.

“That much space enough for your big head? You pig!” she shouted loud enough that he heard it.

Sparsha had hardly passed her driving test, which didn’t make her a good driver. She was already late, and getting yelled by some angry stranger wasn’t really a good way to start the day. Ever since her mother died a year ago, she could hardly have a good start to her day.

She was only 19 years old when that unfortunate incident took place. Her mother was in a dreadful accident, and she lost her forever. Being a single child, Sparsha was very close to her mother. She was the sister Sparsha never had. When you suddenly lose someone dear so unexpectedly, it can be the worst thing to ever happen to you.  This wouldn’t have been so hard for her, if Sparsha had someone she could depend on. Her Father himself was shocked and too depressed to handle himself, let alone handle Sparsha; as he lost the love of his life. But Sparsha did have someone back then. Someone she was dating for the past two years. Someone she had sworn her entire life with.  Arjun was the only person she saw her future with. But the one time when she needed him the most, he left her alone by telling her that she had become too ‘needy’ for him. This left her devastated.

“Needy?” she cried in anger.

“Look, you’ve lost your Mother. You really need some time alone to grieve. Let’s take a break. When you’ll be back to normal, we can start working things out again.” He said hopefully. Because as much as he denied, he really liked her once upon a time. And why wouldn’t he? Sparsha was everything a guy wanted in a girl and she had everything girls envied. She was beautiful, confident, smart and really intelligent and she had ridiculously rich parents. She was from one of those girls you just can’t let go of.

“You know what?” she said as she wiped her tears “I don’t think this is ever going to work. So why don’t you just get the hell out of here. Don’t you ever show your face to me.” And with that ended their relationship.

Sparsha really needed him to be there for her. She needed him to hold her and tell her that everything was okay and that she’ll be fine. But after the one person she trusted the most left her, she couldn’t trust anyone ever to stay. Coping up with her loss was hard, and during that period, she made some wrong choices. Choices she knew were horrible, but didn’t know what else to do. She felt like a paralyzed person, senseless and empty. Every day was a battle, a struggle to not leave all that and go away.

It all started with a simple cigarette; which then lead to smoking pot, then alcohol and which at last lead to drugs. She was from high society, if she didn’t rebel and do the stuff all the rich kids did, who would? That’s what she thought when she took the first ever Cocaine injection of her life. It made her feel absolutely nothing at all; which is exactly what she wanted. She couldn’t handle the hole in her heart anymore and needed something that will ease the pain. When sleeping pills and tranquillizers didn’t work, Cocaine and heroin came to her rescue.  Sparsha was a law student; she wanted to take after her Father; who was a respectable attorney in Pune. Her dream was slowly fading away as drugs took a toll on her body. She started losing grades, her attendance decreased. You can say, everything went downhill from that one accident. Her Mother passed away, taking Sparsha’s soul with her. She was no more the girl she once was. The confident and smart girl was long gone and in her place was this new girl who barely spoke, barely ate and barely slept. She couldn’t even think straight sometimes. Sometimes she’ll just be sitting in her room staring at the blue wall that her mother had chosen for her room. Everything in the house reminded her of her. And everything that reminded her of her mother was a proof that she was gone.

Every Saturday morning Sparsha would go to the dealer who would sell her ‘Heaven’, a drug that worked exactly as its name suggests. This new drug which has been going crazy among the teens has various effects on the victim’s body. ‘Victim’ because the person consuming it fell prey to various hallucinations, vomiting, headaches and dizziness. Sparsha’s body couldn’t handle this tremendous side effect, yet Sparsha voluntarily took Heaven every time she had a breakdown.

The dealer had the storage in an abandoned factory near Bhosari. It was kind of like those factories you see in Bollywood movies, where the villains held the actress hostess until the hero came to her rescue. But in Sparsha’s case, there was no hero. But there were Villains. To get inside, you had to tell a secret password which only the buyers and sellers knew. Sparsha came to know about this place from one of her mutual friend. The first time she tried the place, she laughed on the irony of the password, ‘Jannat’. But once she was introduced to the drug, she understood exactly what it was that the password meant.

Just as every Saturday, she made her way inside the factory and met Robert, her regular seller. He grinned as he saw her. “It’s funny, as every time you come here, I think it’s going to be your last time. But yet, you come again and surprise me.” He smirked at her.

“You get your money, I get what I want. I don’t know how this surprises you” She said casually as it was no big deal.

“You are a smart one. Just not smart enough. You’ll take the regular?” he asked.

“Yes. Here” She said as she handed him the money.

Robert gave her the packet; she kept it in her purse with trembling hands. Robert noticed one different thing in Sparsha every time she came to buy from him. First it was the dark circles under her eyes, and then it was the dull lips, acne, and the fading color of her hair. But it was not Robert’s place to comment on it. He was just doing his job and doing a favor on Sparsha.
Just as Sparsha was about to thank Robert and leave, back in the distance came a cry of a man. Robert ran towards the source of the sound and Sparsha followed him. When she reached there, she wished she hadn’t. On the ground laid a man, with a knife inserted in his back. Robert was furious at the people who did it to the man, not because he thought it was wrong, but because it added the work of dumping the body. Sparsha froze in her spot; her breath was caught in her throat.

The poor girl was terrified. There was a man lying dead on the floor in front of them and all these people could talk about was where to dump him? She couldn’t process the whole situation. Robert noticed Sparsha behind him and his anger rose.

“What the hell are you doing? Didn’t you get what you wanted? Now leave!” he shouted.

Startled by him, Sparsha couldn’t even get the right words out. “I….I…the scream…he…died….” She stuttered.

“Get. Out. Of. Here.” He said each word clearly and slowly as if she didn’t leave, she’ll have the same fate as the man lying on the floor.

Sparsha turned to leave when he called her again. “Remember, you didn’t see a thing” He gave her a stern warning.

As Sparsha turned to leave again, she took a one last look at the man on the ground. One of the dealers working for Robert removed the knife from the man’s body and grinned at her. After what just happened, she knew she can never forget. She swallowed the lump in her throat and left.

Sparsha’s heart was beating a thousand miles per second and no matter what she thought of, it won’t slow down. Sparsha couldn’t get that blood stained knife out of her head. She stopped at Starbucks, as she didn’t trust herself driving safely to home. Before entering, she took one pill from the packet that Robert gave her. She needed Heaven right then. It made her feel worse, but it was a good kind of worse. Gulping down water from the bottle, she took a deep breath and made her to the entrance of the café.

She sat in the Starbucks cafe, sipping her coffee and staring out of the window. The blood stained knife lay next to her handbag, covered with her blue silk scarf. She blinked and saw again; it was gone. She even furiously checked her silk scarf for the knife, but couldn’t find it. Letting out a sigh of relief, she took another sip of her coffee; when she saw the face of the dead man in her mind. Startled, she spilled her coffee on the table. An employing came and cleaned it up; offering her a new cup of coffee. She quietly apologized to her.

Sparsha was hallucinating after the incident and it was making her go crazy. She stood up and went to the ladies room. After washing her face a few times, she saw her own reflection in the mirror. She noticed the small changes in her face. Her once beautiful face was replaced with dark circles, acne, aging lines, even though she was too young to have them. She stopped looking in the mirror after her mother. Even her face reminded her of her. Why did she have to leave her all alone?


Suddenly it all came crashing down to her.

Sparsha was devastated after her Mother died, a few minutes ago she just saw a man killed with a knife and now she was hallucinating about it all.
“Heaven.” She breathed out. The word felt funny as it rolled on her tongue.

The drug named ‘Heaven’ made her life a living hell. Ironic, isn’t it? A man just lost his life in front of her and she was giving away hers by getting addicted to this thing? She felt so disgusted by herself. She peeked inside her purse and saw the thing placed carefully in a packet which had caused her this fate. She left the ladies room, paid for her coffee and exited.

She reached home safely, but she had to stop three times as she still saw the dead man. Sparsha broke down once she was in the safety of her room. She looked at her Mother’s picture and cried even harder. That was the time she knew she was wrong. That was the time when she knew her mother didn’t leave willingly, she was forced to. Her mother never wanted to leave her. Ill fate came upon her and she had to. Sparsha has a life, a choice and she is throwing it all away just because she couldn’t handle the loss of her Mother. That night she threw away the pills, and vowed she would never look at them again.

Life can be hard sometimes. It can never be predicted. If you are lucky enough, it will turn out good. Other times it will turn out even better, but there are some times in our life when the worst thing that you can possibly imagine happens and you are not ready for it. You don’t know how to deal with it. But even in these situations, you should keep your head straight and not make any wrong choices. Sparsha had lost what she could have, and there is no going back. She wasted all this time on trying to cope up in a wrong way. It was about time she right her wrong.
She started by connecting with her dad. They had dinner that night. They talked about their day, the latest movies and her mother. Even though it was hard to talk about her, they did. Making her mother taboo in the house was only dishonoring her memory, not respecting or honoring her. As they talked about her, they felt her presence. It was as if she was looking after them from heaven. And after a long time, Sparsha felt genuinely okay. Even though it was going to take a long time for her to reach where she wanted to be, she was willing to give it a shot. And she knew this time for sure, that she and her Dad were in this together and they were going to be just fine. As she knew, this is what her Mother would have wanted for her to do a long time ago. She walked in the wrong heaven, when her mother was in a completely different one.

-Prajakta Dengale

Its a little late, but Happy Mother’s Day! I wrote this one month’s ago for a competition, but it just felt right to post it today.
It does sound like a Bollywood plot, but I hope you like it!

Keep smiling☺


Out on a walk,

She loved the crunch of the dried leaves,

The yellow ones,

Reminded her of the sun,

She would pick one up,

And blow it into the wind,

Just to give it one last fall,

She always loved the fall,

For she believed,

A journey ends,

For a new one to begin,

The gentle fading away of the leaves,

Was a symbol that something new was to arrive,

Something green,

For green was the color of life.

-Prajakta Dengale

Keep smiling!😊