Our Infinity of 365 Days

The relation that we share is fragile,

Easy to break but hard to apart
The structure within is profound,
Tricky to comprehend
When you not around, your shadow clings to mine
And there is nothing that mine could do,
But attract and soon attach.
It’s not an everyday feeling
It’s something I cannot elucidate
Your laughter is whimsical
Your touch is magical
My ecstasy lingers for hours and end
There is mirror I see in you, where I am clear
When I need myself,
I solicit for you more and more
You tingled at first,
Then rushed to my every center
We were happy and pale
Choked by the passion,
Symphony of romance we create
No despair, no glory just pure us
Warped in each other’s arms,
We chatter and chatter and utter everything absurd
In the land of wretchedness, you seize my hand,
Take me on a trip to the world of solace and bliss
You and I fully clad under the pouring rain
Romantically numb, glancing right at each other
…and that’s how it began

I'll Be Your Guardian

I got a call from my friend one night. She was sobbing because I created a misunderstanding and in the pain she told me something which made me numb for hours. I tried a lot to humor it but it was just not happening. I know she’ll recover the pain or get use to it. I could imagine the hurt as she dictated her sorrow. Needles being poked, blood all over.  No one could feel it even I couldn't but I felt the trembling innocent voice, the honesty in each and every utterance of her episode.

She shows how happy she is, she does what she likes, and she’ll always have sympathy for you though she needs it more than you. Beneath her exteriors she has got dents. A beautiful perfect figured girl, seen from far away her life will be something you can envy upon. Loving family, great friends, beautiful house what else would be one’s requirement. But it’s not all; this girl is not like that. She wants to be treated normal she wants people to love her despite her problem. She doesn't want people dismissing her as if she is a stone statue that doesn't have feelings. 

She is sick. She is weak. She is uncertain about her next day. 

I can’t cure her problem. I can’t predict her future neither can I change her fate but I will support her understand her, listen to her, motivate her and do every possible deed that would heal her and fight with her till the last of breaths

I love you 

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WISH YOU KNEW THE TRUTH- SNEAK PEAK.

This is a debut novel by me (Gunit Cour) and my friend Tanya Bhat. 

Thanks to Khanak Mehta, the editor. 

Here is a small sneak peak, hope you all like it.  

Wish You Knew the Truth

                    

‘Death’, is an eternal process of life. But what if it’s left incomplete?

The two orphan broods loved each other truly- They just had two physical beings but one soul.

Tyler was influenced by the gang of those brutal people. By the time he kills his devilish soul it was too late. He plans to tell the truth to Jamie.

Before he could make a clean breast of the truth to Jaime…

She wore the robe of death and Tyler was left regretting his entire life. Tyler’s wife Linda acted like an angel in his remorseful life. She made him realize that ‘In love it is never too late or never too soon to confess the truth’.

    

                                           COMING SOON!

(L-R) Gunit Cour (Author), Khanak Mehta (Editor), Tanya Bhat (Author)

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What Is It?

People say “Love needs no time.”
And some say “Loving is a crime.”
But I don’t know what is it?
Maybe it’s just a messed up shit.

Life shoves me back to the day I met you.
I wish I told you. But your style made all my words chew.
I still can’t figure it out.
Neither can I see that rainbow trout.

Your feeling I know is pretty much the same.
I guess that’s why you asked my name.
You have that thing, which makes my heart race
Maybe it’s your beautiful eyes or maybe it’s just your grace.

I just planned to give up.
But you poured the tea in that empty painted cup.
My life got wings.
And I know, forever we’ll be as strong as grandma’s strings.

But deep within there is a fear…
What if, I ever loose you? How will I wipe that tear?
Between us there is a distance.
But I know we have a big existence.

All Good Things Come to an End

I had been living my life to the fullest. But as it’s said “All Good Things Come to an End” 
I’d just completed 13 years of my life and was an adolescent. Mom and dad’s world wars always pissed me off. Having no sibling even made it worse. The most sensitive years of my life were handled with fight.
When I was 14 all I did was go to courts and listen to the judge’s decisions. And then finally that time arrived when they got separated from one soul to two different beings.  According to lawful decisions I was suppose to stay with mommy.
My dad use to visit me. But then he re-married and was happy with his new complete family. I always missed the way he use to tell me his childhood, the way he made me count my first footsteps and supported me in all circumstances.  I was 17 and my mom received a letter which said my dad had died in an accident.
I never gave much attention to my mom.  I constantly thought she was the reason of daddy going away from me. Every time she came up to me I use to walk away without looking at her. May a times she use to come to my school and I use to go and hang out with my friends not knowing that she was with me or something.
I then found my right match and I was very happy with my husband and my kids. I left her and never looked at her again in life. I didn’t know how my mom was? Was she dead or alive? I was least bothered about her. 
2 days ago it was mother’s day. My kids they gave me wonderful gifts and cards. My daughter asked me “Mom what did you gave your mom on Mother’s Day when you were 10” I was quiet I had no answer.
The next day my husband stopped the car at  my old house and said “I can’t see you ignoring her, somewhere inside you miss her a lot”. I was left stun. I had no answer. 
I quietly went inside. Rang the bell and I saw an old woman came out. She had a different allure on her face which appealed me. I asked her “I use to stay in this house and I thought my mom still stays here, but I guess she has moved from here. Sorry to trouble you ma'am” She prompted “Hey I can’t find my specks and I have a letter so it would be really nice if you read it for me” Well I could see the specks on her forehead  but then I saw the charm on that old woman’s  face so I happily helped her. She went inside and bought a piece of paper.  I started reading the letter 


Today is Mother’s Day and my daughter is not with me. She turned 30 this year and from past 10 years I've not seen her. I don’t know does she remember me or if she sees me will she recognize me. Her daughter will be 10 and her son will be 8. How time passes no one knows. But I wish I could tell her I was not the reason of her father’s death. Her father use to beat me.  All he wanted was my father’s money. But I saved it for my daughter. He use to adore my daughter. But when he found his family and got enough of riches he also forgot about my daughter. Today I would like to apologize to my daughter for embarrassing her in school and college. I never tried to understand her and groom her properly.  But now it’s too late and I guess she’ll never come back. But if I only could I would tell her that I love her a lot and always did and will always do.


After reading that letter, I looked up at that lady and realised she is the one who gave me birth, the one who held my hand in all ups and downs of my life and she is the one whom I betrayed. I busted into tears. I contrite her and stayed with her that day. 
The next day she woke up and said “Dear it’s time to count my breaths because I’m hardly left with them, before going I want to see you happy” She kissed me on my head and smiled at me I smiled back at her. She then slowly closed her eyes…

You Never Know What You Have Got, Till It’s Gone

Robert Brault said
“Most of us don't need a psychiatric therapist as much as a friend to be silly with.”


Those late night gossips. The girl to girl talks.  The way we fought for each other, those gifts which we gift each other. How every year we use to celebrating our friendship anniversary. 
The date 1st April 2000 when a fool named Diya stepped into my life and made my life a part of her life. 
I still remember that kinder garden day when we met. Totally unknown to everybody. I saw Diya sitting in one corner reading a book.  I went up to her thinking will she be my friend? 
“Hi! I’m Kavya” “Hey! I’m Diya” 
I shouted in her ear “Will you play in the doll house with me?”  She gave me weird expression “I got to read. Bye!”  I plead a “Ohhh please, please, please. I’ll let you be the princess” she turned towards me “Really? I’ve never been a princess in the games. No one let me be” “Really? But why? “ She sadly said “Because everybody say that princesses are pretty and I’m ugly” “Ohhh don’t worry I’ll let you be the princesses, come let’s play.” I first time held her hand and we played.
Years passed we grew up together from Barbies to Boyfriends. From Massage to Spas. From Sneakers to Heels.  From Ponytails to Emo cuts. We did everything together!  
But a day arrived in the high school. When the sense of jealously  first time happened in us for each other. When Pranav Sharma came.
I still didn’t understand  that was he a benefit to our friendship or some sort of liability in our lives? 
Pranav was totally my types, with guitar in his hand  and surrounded by chicks all over. I use to  go crazy when I saw him  I was on 7th heaven after seeing him.
I don’t  know how, when but Pranav fell in love with Diya, it was like an opposite attract had took place . I couldn't take it and I broke our years old friendship in a minute.
Seeing Pranav and Diya together made me envious.  All this while I didn’t realize that I and Diya were being separated from each other . 
I was always a coward, I couldn’t fight the tough battles. Diya always supported me in all. 
A guy from our school tried to get closer to me, but Diya couldn’t take it she came and started fighting with him. He called some of his more friends and they pushed her from the roof. Well I didn’t let her fall down. She was taken  to the hospital. Blood flowing from her head to toe made me worried. There was no chance her to live more.
I went inside the room. 
“Hey Kavya, promise me one thing”  
“What Promise” while crying 
“You won’t cry, when I go”
“I won’t let you go anywhere” 
“Kavya I’ll always be there with you, just look inside and you’ll find me”
I cuddled her and tried very hard to stop the tears, and then she just stopped breathing. Without saying a word she went up there.
Now when I look back and remember those golden days of our bond, I just can’t stop crying. 
Diya was like an asset in my life. Always been there beside me in all circumstances of my life, her presence just lightened  up my world.  Though she is not physical present with me, but whenever I look up there in heaven I see Diya’s  face loitering in the blue sky… 
RIP DIYA ♥

I Love You ♥

The Letter

I came into this world on January 13^th Saturday 1997. My parents celebrated my birth with full zeal and zest.  

It was 3^rd June 2000. I woke up and found a new baby sleeping in my cradle. I went up to daddy and I was told that my younger brother had come. 

Rohan was the only boy of my generation in my paternal side. Well before Rohan was born I was the youngest in my paternal side and all the love and care was given to me by my parents, grandparents and aunts and uncles.

Well I was still given a little bit of love, but when Rohan came in front of people, everybody forgot about me and started adoring him. I always use to feel neglected when Rohan was with me. I use to hit him bully him and that is how at the age of three I first time had a feeling of hatred for somebody and I grew up in an atmosphere where I was derelict  all the time and I got to know that how people do compare two individuals .

I was rushing for my school when I saw Rohan sleeping I the morning. I tried to wake him up and all because both of us were getting late for school, but then my mom saw me waking him and shouted at me “ Don’t wake him he’s not well.” Well generally sisters get worried if their younger siblings fall sick but in my case, I was always happy when anything happened to Rohan.  Mom and dad had always been cautions regarding Rohan’s health. I guess that’s why I use to fall sick frequently.

After dinner Rohan was feeling very down, I actually didn’t give a damn to his problem. Mom and dad took him to the hospital 

I was making my bed to sleep; I found a letter in my drawer 

________________________________________________________________

Aditi I know you really abhor me. But then it’s not my fault too that more attention is given to me and not to you. I always saw all my friends in school with their elder siblings coming up to them and giving them a kiss on their forehead and dropping them in their classes, when the school ended how they come and pick them from their class and then with such a loving attitude they lead them towards the buses and take them home. I won’t ask you much but just few questions which always rose in the past 13 years. Why did you always blame me for everything wrong in your life? Why you always made me the victim of all the erroneous things? Why didn’t you ever share your secrets with me like other sisters do? Why didn’t you help me in my adolescent period? I won’t expect much from you but rather just a bit of sisterly love and care. Please Aditi don’t hate me I’ve always loved you; I always wanted to share a typical sibling relation with you. But whenever I came in front of you just disregarded me and walked away. I really want your affection. It’s been 13 years since I came in your life but not even once you’ve hugged me and adored me. Please don’t be so harsh to me sis.

I LOVE YOU SISTER ♥ 
Yours Rohan :) 

_________________________________________________________________

After reading that piece of paper I rushed to the hospital. I saw Rohan lying on the bed. Without wasting a single second I ran hugged my little angel. I first time saw his innocent eyes and saw the love he had for me deep inside.  We hugged each other tightly. At that moment I didn’t wanted anybody to separate me from my brother.  Rohan was all pale, so he slept on my lap that night in the hospital.

Seeing the condition of Rohan the doctor took my parents in his room, I mutely followed them and heard their conversation.  I heard, Rohan had swollen a piece of glass in his stomach, and there was no way he can be saved.

I recalled my previous day in school. Rohan was in 8^th grade and I was in 11^th. His class was on the first floor and mine was on the second. There was a spark in the tube light of my class the tube light had broken and small pieces of glass had spread all over, along with all my classmates I came out of my class. I saw Rohan in front of my class that day, but I didn’t pay attention and walked away with my friends. During the lunch break I saw Rohan’s lunch box in my bag. I ignored and thought by mistake mom had kept his box in my bag.

Though thinking about this incident didn’t make sense at that time when Rohan was fighting for life.  But somehow I could relate it with Rohan’s suffering

I returned from school, had my lunch and went to the hospital. I discussed the whole matter with him and asked whether he is related to all this. He told me  “Yes, I heard somebody saying that that there is a spark in class 11^th’s tube, so I rushed to your class to see if you were okay or not. I saw glass all over and even on your seat in and in your bag; I then exchanged your lunch box with mine. I ate that lunch and didn’t realize that there were bits of fallen glass in that food.”

I was in tears to know that Rohan saved my life; I thought that if he didn’t come upstairs to my class then I would be lying on the bed where my brother is right now.  That night I didn’t let him go anywhere I embraced him and slept. Just an hour after his breath stopped and he left me.

I had a brother and he was amazing, one in a million but I guess I didn’t realize it before. When he needed me the most I wasn’t there to guide him and support him. I was always mean and harsh to him, if he didn’t wrote that letter then I guess I would never get to know what he meant means to me. A letter given to me by Rohan changed my life forever.

The End…

I'm proud to be 'Daddy's Little Girl'

To My Father

He means more than the world to me,
The guidance which he gave me is  helping me, 
The goodness he has blessed me with,
The strength he's given me to survive,
The knowledge he has kindly shared,
Through the way he's lived his life.

He really is my world,
I'm proud to be 
Daddy's little girl.


Papa you are my real Hero!
I LOVE YOU 

Happy Mother's day!

I wrote this poem for my mother on Mother's Day!
Love you Mama. 

Sometimes I Wonder 

Sometimes I wonder, how much you care. 
Each time, I look you are there.

Sometimes I wonder,  how much you tolerate.
Each time I make a mistake you just say.
“ you can do it next time mate.”

Sometimes I wonder, how important you are.
Each time, we fight it’s like 3rd world war.

Sometimes I wonder, How much you wait.
Each time, you need help it’s me who is late.

Sometimes I wonder, how you read my mind.
Each time, you make sure I never get left behind.

Sometimes I wonder, how much you matter.
Each time, I think, without you I am a tree
‘Whos leaves have fallen and scattered…’