©Pranjali Bhatt

So much excitement there was from just a phone call from my best friend cum colleague Swara about our 99% possibility to go to Delhi for an official trip. “Are you serious about this?” I couldn’t believe what I just heard. (“Giggles”) “Easy girl. No there isn’t like 100% certainty unless there is a confirmation mail we are going. And this weekend itself!” Not-so-much excited Swara informed.    Oh my God, my first ever outstation without my Parents. And that too with best possible colleague and a senior. My mind was like a raging torrent, flooded with stream of thoughts and imaginations like what to pack, what to shop, what to do came. I couldn’t wait to share my happiness and immediately texted Dad about the latest news of my life. But that feeling of enthusiasm can only be known from your voice, so I decided to call Dad. But as a parent and hearing about the place “Delhi”, all he could do is gave me an instruction. I knew many more was about to follow that single instruc

That day, 31 st august, 2013; mom came in my room and in a heartbreaking tone she ordered me to shut off the T.V. I probably knew the reason but never wanted that to come true. As soon as I entered my grand mom room she lost all her senses. Did I really lose her? Was she no more in this world? I stood there; unable to move myself and trying to believe the reality! Tears came from my eyes. Everything stood still for me. I wish she lived more. I cried in an empty room remembering each and everything she did for me. My grandmother. More than a grand mom she was equal to my mom. I spent 19 years of my life with her. She pampered me like no one else and she probably had a hand in spoiling me and making me so stubborn. She used to tell me stories and sing lullabies every night to make me sleep till I turned 15. She would feed me at times when I had a row with my parents and she always fought with mom and dad to support me. She encouraged me even in studies and every time I used to ach

Part 2 He just stared at her. And she giggled.  They then had a formal conversation and headed towards her vehicle.  He was sitting beside her, so close.  They went to a café wanting to spend time alone. She was drawn to him by the way he looked at her and how solid and genuine he was. He was taken by surprise by her energy, her sensuality, most important her friendliness.  Even though it was their first meeting, she felt adored and safe with him. They talked of here and there. They talked of that every promise, every chat.  They couldn’t even fill their stomach in excitement. Just a thing they did, looking in each other’s eyes. Time was for him to return. He wished time stopped there. It felt as if he was leaving his most precious thing and returning to his home. But he hoped that there will be many more reasons to come and meet her. She stood holding his hand, never wanted him to return.  Finally he left her hand and gave her a tight hug, promising her to return. Sh

Part 1 That day, she was frequently checking her watch. The time seemed paused. She was desperately waiting for someone. Finally the big day in her life had come. Only because she was to meet someone special whom she has had only chats and talks on phone. She never thought she would meet him in her life and that he would hold the most special place in her heart. Finally her patience ended. No longer could she wait. She had to pick him. For the first time he had come to Ahmedabad just for her.  She sighed and finally decided to give him a last call. The phone rang. Boy, ‘Hello’. Girl, ’Where did you reach? It’s already 10.45 am. Should I leave now?’ Boy, ‘Yes, I will reach in 15 minutes. So you may leave.’ Girl, with all the excitement in her voice, ‘Okay, inform me when you reach. Bye!’ The phone cut. That day, he continuously thought about her. Though he was too tired to get up at 7.30 am and come to Ahmedabad to meet her, the excitement of meeting her was

Just Friends :D While searching for a fiction book to read at my sis’s place, my eyes suddenly stuck at the title "Just Friends" by Sumrit Shahi. The title itself forced me to pick up that book from the bunch of other fictions. And in the end all I could say is it was the best choice. Not because I was so willing to read it, but it was related to my life in some way. Whenever we talk about a romantic novel, we talk about Nicholas Sparks. When it comes to "Indian Authors" and "Love Stories", I stay away. But as soon as I read out the synopsis of the book, I couldn't wait to read it. It defines the same old question "Can a girl and a boy be just friends?" This question because at the end of the day a bond is formed; a bond secure enough to make us so habitual about each other. There are so many movies and books that defend that a guy and a girl can never be friends. The author has indeed penned down a straight from a heart

Whoosh!! 2013 ended. On a personal front, its been a good year of course if you average it out. Learnt a lot; be it professionally or personally. Lots of memories I made, but became necessary to forget some. Finally today is the first day of the New Year. Time for some resolutions!   I have actually never believed in making resolutions because I end up failing on the same. Be it making a promise (I hardly fulfill it), studying hard like never before (: P was a joke), waking up early in the morning and going for a walk with Dad, not bunking classes: D, etc. I am bad at it. Everyone would be actually.   But on the contrary, I have FINALLY (please put a stress on this word) decided something. I don’t know if it will work out or not. I am in the coming year not going to “expect” anything from anyone. I know it’s totally impossible to eliminate it though I can reduce it. Expectations have both positive and negative connotations. Well everyone has heard about a common saying that E