Jack Fruits

This jack fruit pic shots @ my Art teachers house yard

Colourful

Freindship for ever

I thanks you from

bottom of my heart

I so glad that

we became friends

right form the start

your friendship is true . . .

I'm so glad that

I met you . ..

I treasure the thoughts of the

joy and the gladness

your friendship has brought . . .

And thinking what a fun friend you are . . .

I'm really happy for all the good times

we have shared . . .

Ill always treasure your friendship

so always remember

you are a very good friend

from the start . ..

i never want our friendship to end . . .

It's up to you now

A SMALL DRINK

cost me a big price in my life . . . .

Still I remember it, as if it were yesterday, the day my life was gone in dark. . . . the voice of my love begging me to slow down . . . will hunt me till the day I die.

I promised her that I’d never let anything happen to her but I broke that promise. Riya and I were good friends, but secretly I loved her so much but I didn’t express my love to her. We had been friends since the day we were born, same day, same hospital but 3 hours apart making me elder. Our Parents had been old friends from school.

On that fateful day with very difficulty I got the permission from her parents to take her to the party with me. When we reached the party place she was very nervous because she had never been to a party like that before. So I took her held and gently took her inside the house.

We met some of our friends and had a chat. One of my friends offered me a beer but Riya told me not to drink but I told her I would only have one. So she let me have it, but that one turned into two then three. . . . . .

When we were dancing I started to get dizzy, which Riya Noticed.

“Manoj I think you’ve had enough drink” she said removing the bottle. “I’m going to call Hari so he can pick us “

“Don’t bother your brother Riya . I’ll be fine. ” When I said fine I felt a little queasy but I didn’t let Riya know that, lest she will get upset, but there I made a big mistake”

“No Manoj I’ll call Hari,” she took her mobile but I grabbed her mobile

“I’m fine Riya. With that word I headed to the car and got in Riya came and got in too still she insisted on calling her brother to pick us. She tried to grab the car key from me but failed & I started the car & rove off in high speed..

“ Manoj ! Pull over the car. We’ll call Hari , He will come & pick us”

“No it’s ok. I’m Fine”.

“Please Manoj! We’re going very fast, slow it down”

“I can handle it, you know I never do anything to hurt you.”

“Manoj! Please stop I’m Scared” she was about to cry

“ I promise I won’t let anything happen to you. “

Manoj ! Watch o. . u. . .t . . . . .

I turned my attention to the road when I saw the lorry slam in to mine. My left leg got stuck Riya didn’t wear a seat belt, so she was thrown off the seat. Her head hit and smashed the window of her door that only I saw . . . .

When I woke up I was in hospital bed with bandage . . . . my left leg fully bandaged my father sitting next to my bed. . . .

“ Riya” I yelled

“Thank God . . . . Son you scared us, I will call the doctor.”

Father ran outside the room to call the doctor.

A Doctor and Nurse came running in after my parents and checked me

“Where is Riya? . . .”

No one answered

“Where is Riya? I want see her . . . If she is ok? . . . .”

My father came and told me “calm down, son . . . every thing will be fine my son.”

“I want to see her now father”

At that time Riya’s Parents Entered the room, instead of yelling or hitting me, her mother came and hugged me tightly. Father also did the same. . . . told me she was no more with us. . and she died on the spot. . . .

“What? No . . . She can’t leave me alone”

I Screamed and cried and cried and cried . . . until now.

I took treatment for six months, my parents and Riya’s Parents supported me to come back in to my life. I can’t walk now because my leg’s bone is fully damaged so now I’m moving in a wheelchair with my memories of my Riya.

I lost her forever; she was gone and would never come back. All my friends and relations would never mention Riya’s around me; they are scared I might do something silly if they mention her name. Today it’s almost 3 years since her death. So I lay here on my bed, tears rolling down my cheeks while looking at the picture of Riya.

A SMALL DRINK COST ME A BIG PRICE IN MY LIFE . . . .

Mother

Its very pleasant evening, roads are heavily  traffic, most of the  people are going outside of the city to spend the long weekend, Raj left the office and he don’t have any plans after that except to send flowers and a Present to his mother for Mothers Day  who is living in Village. He is working in a city and his busy schedule kept him from going to see his mother. This time also he can’t go & see her because he has other business plans, So he is going to send the Greeting Flowers & Present.

He drive the car to the book store usually where he is buying and went inside,  checked all the books he couldn’t  think what kind of the book he would buy for mom, he walked round the book store once  again finally he saw that , and smile came on his face, he took that it Word Search Puzzle Book.  He knows She love the puzzle book more than anything because he remember his small days she is doing every day on her free time. So he bought Five books, asked the sales person to wrap it with a mother’s day Wrapping Paper.

Raj stopped at the flower shop to order some flower to mom, as he got out of the car he noticed a young girl standing and sobbing. She is about 6 years of age and long black hair put a pony tail, wearing faded jeans and shirt.

 

He asked her “What’s happened?

she looks at him and look down . . .

 

Why are you crying? Where’s your mom? “

She look at him, and keep sobbing . . . . He asked the question again

 

This time She Reply “ I want to buy a red rose for my mother for mothers day But I have only Twenty Five rupees and rose cost fifty Rupees and I came alone  “

 

Raj Smiled back and said “I also came to buy a flower to my mom, Come on with me I’ll buy you a rose”

 

He bought the little girl her rose and he order his own mothers flowers and gave mom house address to send the flowers.

As they leaving Raj offered the girl a ride home.  First she refused the offer Raj don’t like to leave her there because it’s very lonely road at that time, she also thought about that and she got in the car.

 

“You can take me to my mother” She direct him the way. It’s headed to the cemetery.

Stop the car in the front gate of the Cemetery she get down from the car and went inside.

 

Raj followed her. She kneel in front of the freshly dug grave and place the rose. With out turning

“Mom died last month in a motor accident. Now I’m living with my sister in the next road I really miss my mother so much”

From Cemetery Raj drop the girl in her house and went back to the flower shop cancel the sending order and picked the flowers and drove the car in the direction of mother’s house and thinking about mom and how he missed  her so much all these day.