Author: Shriharshita

Quote of the day – Being Alone doesn’t mean you are lonely, and being lonely doesn’t mean you are alone. At Night, 2:00 a.m, Rathore’s Mansion A thick fog fills the air amidst the background of a vibrant moonlight that lays undisturbed in the night sky. Suddenly, there is some whispering sounds in the backyard. Someone in the disguise of a shadow is pacing to and fro in the lane. Just then, the watchman notices the shadow, vigilantly. He grabs his stick and runs after the shadow shouting, somewhat spookily – “Who is that near the pole? Who are you?…

Character Sketch and Introduction :  Malini Chaturvedi : A girl of seventeen who studies at Vishwa Vidyabharati Public School (VVBPS), Vile Parle, Maharashtra. She is a Class XII – PCB student. She is a self-reserved, goal-oriented and head-strong girl for whom nothing is more than her family and goals. She trusts on very few people , other than her family, one among whom is her best friend, Nithya whom she lovingly calls ‘Imlie’. She is meritorious and always manages to score above 96-97 percent. She always makes her place at the school by being a topper almost every year. She…

Perhaps when you first glanced at the title, like any curious person you must have been intrigued by the title and started reading this story. Naturally, you must be thinking – Shouldn’t the title be ‘Love at First Sight’ ? If I was an ordinary person, I would have named the story as ‘Love at First Sight’. But I am a clear-headed, sensible and a beauty with brains [just a phrase 🙂 , I am not serious about it] enough to know that nothing like ‘Love at First Sight’ exists in this materialistic world. On witnessing today’s world with close…

Malini’s POV – The day I met Imlie… Oh, how well I remember our first encounter. It was a pleasant morning. I woke up at the glimpse of intense sun piercing through the windows, over my face. The windows appeared to me as translucent as my life which is an open book. I went downstairs and helped myself with a cup of ginger tea. You might ask me why a cup of tea and why not coffee ? Well, what else can be more refreshing, irresistible and convincing other than a strong ginger tea made as per Indian cuisine !…

Imlie’s POV – I left the hospital secretly before being noticed by Babusaheb. I didn’t want to talk to him, I didn’t want to meet him, and I didn’t want to see the world around me. I couldn’t say if I was mad, angry, perplexed, frustrated, sad, pained or exhausted because I was facing all the emotions at the same time. And perhaps this was the reason I had a panic attack. I straightaway went to the hostel to fetch my belongings and run somewhere. I would like to run away anywhere but not here. Certainly not here again. I…

All Bad Qualities centre round the Ego. When the Ego is gone, Realisation results by itself. There are neither Good or Bad Qualities in the Self. The Self is free from all the Qualities. Qualities pertain to the Mind only.  – By Ramana Maharshi Imlie’s POV – The day started off the way it shouldn’t have been. It’s was not less than a nightmare. And the nightmare took place at sharp 11.19 a.m. in the morning. Early that day, I was awakened due to the nasty flute ringtone. Naturally, I felt irritated by the ringtone like any other person who…

Hope is the last thing ever lost… – An Italian Proverb  Then one day finally came, when Aditya knew how badly he hurt Imlie, accusing her for the mistakes, she never committed. But it was too late. When the dawn finally had an end and there, on the sky sprouted a new sunrise, a new hope, how can a dawn be rethought ? Aditya finally got his lesson but Imlie had got the lesson for sometime now. Aditya came to her with a bowed head, touching the ground. But this was not what Imlie expected or wished for. For that…

“And Suddenly you just know, it’s time to start something new and trust the magic of the beginnings.” Hello Everyone ! This may be morning, afternoon, evening or even mid night for you now, but the content you are reading now and you will be reading hereafter will be same as always. Whatever one writes, remains forever… even after the last breath of that person. It’s a privilege to write, to read and to make someone read and write. Before I start off from somewhere and crash onto some unknown spot, let me introduce myself. Myself Shriharshita, obviously a normal…