The Hometown

Hello Readers. ( if I have any )

I would like to share one small part of my book ” The Hometown”.

“Relax Neeta, we all wish to have certain things in our life, but we never get it. We have to learn to live with this hard truth of life,” Karan said and departed from Neeta’s hug.

“True, there will be always such wishes till our last. Sometime some gets fulfilled and sometime we get new wishes. Before my dad adopted me, I wished to get adopted and now I wish I could have a mother too,” Neeta said. “Do you know what the toughest part is for a kid in an orphanage? When a couple comes to adopt a kid, they first call every kid into the office to choose one from them. Our caretaker used to give us good clothes first. They got us ready with proper hair combing, powder on our face, mascara on our eyes, and used to tell us to behave better in front of the couple. They might like you and take you to their home. There you will have lots of good clothes, lots of chocolates to eat, and toys to play; you will go to a big school with a nice school bag. And we all would get ready in excitement to go into the office; we used to stand in one long queue facing those couples every day. With thought in mind that today may be I will get selected and they will take me with them to their home. But they select only one, and all the others have to go outside of the office again. We would come out of the office with the pain that we are not selected; all of a sudden the new frock, hair, powder starts to give pain to us like we never wanted to wear it again,” Neeta started crying on the terrace like a kid, but she continued.

“We used to feel like they came to buy us, but we were not good enough, so they did not buy us. One of us got lucky and went outside with them and all the others had to again go to that dusty ground inside the orphanage and start to play with the other kids to try to forget that couple who came to be our parents.”
“And the next day we would again be in front of a new couple.”

We all got mute on the terrace, it was pin drop silence. All of us were lost in some thoughts for at least a minute.

This is one of small part of my book, If you liked it please do read my whole book and review it. 

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Small Budget, Premium Weddings

Yes, Small Budget, Premium Weddings is lil’bit confuing name as Premium wedding is not possible with small budget, this is what we think at first.

But it is possible if you plan accordningly.

Sometimes simple design makes everything so rich, as you can see in Images i have attached here, the costing of such wedding decor is nothing but just Rs.20,000/- only.

Yes, you read it correctly, Such decor is avaible in India market at just 20,000/- with color options in fabric and artficial flowers.

All we need is to find such vendors who can understand our simple concept for premium looking wedding.

Good luck. Thank you

Yes, I still Remember

​Yes, I still remember.


She was going home by walk, I parked my ride on the road to get her way block.
With the help of a blade in my right hand, I got blood on my other hand,
It was paining like hell in the rain, but the tears were there for some other pain,
Tears from both eyes were playing a racing game, throat was not able to call her name,
Yes, I Still remember.
Like a man I tried, she ignored and again I cried,
She walked away and away. I was still standing there anyway,
Tears rolled down like a river, I shouted her name higher than ever,
Eyes were waiting for her turn and look, and waited till the road turn and she took,
My eye lost the sights, all went black and i fell on my back..!
Yes , i still remember 
It was so beautiful, It was so true. 
I wont lie, I want to do it again and Die.
– Ssandeep B Teraiya

Crying Girl

It was calm Sunday noon, I was read a novel ” I too had a love story”. Book is awesome by an Indian writer, I was feeling happy after reading few scene between Two main characters. I closed book, and left for some work.

I started me bike, it was peaceful on road, no traffic at all. I saw a girl some 19 year old, wearing jeans and T shirt, open hair, talking on phone and holding one plastic bag in her hand with some oranges in it. But what I noticed was She was crying loudly, and she was trying to convince someone on other side of phone call.i am sure it will be some love relationships issue. 

But I feel sad when I saw someone crying like this on road as such scene reminds me one of school friend’s break up.

He was also crying on phone and her girl friend was not giving damn about it.

We were at “chowpaty” at Porbandar, I knew his whole 3 years old love story, and I was happy for him that both love each other a lot. But letter I went to other city for my job, and he called me up that he is going through Break up, and he needs me, so went there to meet him. He told me everything that he saw his girlfriend with some other boy at Garden, and then he fought with his girlfriend, and told her that never call me again and all stuff. But after a just week he started to miss her again, and he started texting and calling her again but now she was not giving replay. 

I told him that if she is having affair with someone else. Leave her, she is not even worth for a single text. Just forget her, and don’t call her or text her. 

But he was like wanted to talk with her last time and wanted to ask why you did this? 

He called me from my phone, she picked up, and my friend started to crying like baby. Was saying on phone baby I love you so much, I miss you so much, please don’t leave me, I am sorry, I will never doubt on you. Please i will die without you and bla..bla..bla..

She hanged up the call, and my friend was still crying and hugged me. 

It was all long before, and now my that friend is happily married with some other girl.

I felt to call him to tease him.

I called him, and asked him do you remember that break up day ? Crying like baby ? And we both laughed. 

I hope this young girl who was crying on road talking with someone on phone will laugh soon with such funny memories of break up days. 

“Time is the only solution of all the problems” 

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Valentine day

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I was sitting at the friend’s flower shop, it was 10.30 in the morning of valentine day of 2016.

The store was full of the young crowd, buying red roses for their loved once. I could see happiness & love on everyone’s faces. I started missing my old college days of 2005.

I was 23 years old and I was buying flowers from road side vendors for my girlfriend Shital, I was also very happy as we were going to meet at her home, there was no one at her home, and that was the first time we were going to have such privacy and that too on valentine day.

I bought a bunch of red roses and drove my bike towards her home at full speed to reach there as soon as possible. I got the text on my mobile saying that she is waiting for me. I replied “I am on the way” and drove the bike at full speed again in the city area, It was full of traffic but I was in a hurry to meet my love life. It was hardly 3 km away from my post. While driving on the road, one of our common friend ” Hiren” was coming from her society gate, He waved hand and I replied with my hand, thinking what he was doing in my girlfriend’s society today? With that thought, Bike speed, driving single handily & looking at “Hiren”, I met with small accident, I remember I fell down on the road, but I ignore pain and went towards my gf’s home.

I knocked the door, it was open, I went inside to give her surprise, she was talking on phone with the same guy whom I saw on the way, She was crying on the phone, I entered in the room, but she ignored me and ran outside, I ran behind her, I saw Hirem was also running towards her from the other side, both raced each other, she hugged him and cried. I went from there and never looked back.

Today, after so many years I am back in the same city and I saw someone look like Shital coming towards the shop, I stood up to check if she is suitable or someone else, I recognized her from the distance, I hid myself in a corner behind the long flower table, She was my ex. Shital. She bought red flowers, I am sure that will be for that common friend “Hiren” only, to check and confirm I followed her.

She entered in the Graveyard, I saw she put flowers on one grave, sat there, cried and left from there. I stayed there, she left the graveyard. I went to that grave to check who it was. 7114205697_695512c78d_b

There was writing on the grave as below.

“R.I.P  Denis”

“Died on 14th of Feb 2005.”

Engagement

“So, it was quite big fight with our parents. finally there are agree, and we will get marry soon” Raju said.

“Yes, we have waited for more then 6 years, we cried, we drank poison, we ran away, we filed FIR, but we both could not win againts parents emotional blackmailing. and today after so many years, our love won” Deepa said and hugged Raju.

They both kissed and both got tears of happiness in their eyes.

“We will be there at your home in the morning at 8.00, with Engagement ring” Raju said.

“We will be ready and Waiting for you & your family” Deepa said.

“Deepa, Thanks a lot for coming in my life, I will take care of you my whole life, and I will always love you from my heart” Raju said.

“Raju, please no more sad talk now, we have gone through a lot, Now its Happy Ending of our movie. we are going to Engage tommorrow morning” Deepa said. this date will be special for us always.

Engagement day, 26th of Jan.2002, Bhuj, Gujarat.

The End.

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By Ssandeep B Teraiya. (Author)

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