Angelic Jana.(short story)

That was a normal day at the hospital and jana had a night shift on the particular day,she loved her job as a nurse as she was more of an empathatic person than a sympathetic person and her job just  did justice to that.she loved helping people to regain their health and happiness ,she was more over like godsend to her patients.

But the sight she saw on that day just pumped her heart with a painful heaviness.It was when she met little dalena for the first time. Dalena was a one year old toddler who was rushed to the paediatric intensive care unit of the hospital,in the middle of the night .

Dalena was such a fragile kid who  had a fearful expression on her face as if the whole world is conspiring to kill her but she looked at jana as if she knew her ,as if she was someone very familiar,who can cast a protective spell for her.

 little dalena was in a state where she couldn’t even sit or couldn’t even drink the water given to her in a feeding bottle.she had a fractured skull and multiple fractured bones and she was in immense pain and whomever did this to her,dumped her in hospital and fled the scene.

Little dalena holded jana’s hand tightly and her eyes spoke to her with hidden tears and jana could read each and every words she spoke without even speaking.

Jana instantly knew what she should do,she couldn’t just leave dalena to the mercy of the fate.jana who was single and who  didn’t had any plans to have kids started the adoption process to adopt Dalena and to paint her life with rainbows and glittery stars.

Today Dalena lives with  her mom forgetting everything about  painful traumatic life she had and live a happy life ,her smiles guarantee it a million times.

P.s-Based on a real story.

With love-Crystal.



How sad is that everything in life has a is kind of sad but that’s the reality.

If you fail in love,you just look for other fish in the ocean and find love again.if your marriage don’t end in success ,then you can marry again.if you end up dying today,you need not worry about your job,the very next day someone will take the charge.

If your husband or wife is not good just replace them,replace the old friend with new friend,replace the old boyfriend with new boyfriend. 

And its the truth that if we are replaced by someone,it hurts the most,we evaluate our self again and again that do we really had any value in their life?

I wonder about the meaning of life.

Is this why the yogis like to be detached and in solitude,to avoid all the pain associated with worldly pleasures?

Is there anything in life that can’t be replaced?

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With love-Crystal.

Noah’s cottage on the mountains.(short story)

Sun emerges above the mountain on the country side,it glows less brighter initially as if it is half asleep and slowly brightens up above the mountains.The clear blue sky is a joyous sight to  see, on seeing this birds pokes its head out of the nest and sings a lovely song to welcome the day. 

Mountains have lush greenary around its nook and corners.The pleasant sound of the waterfalls tickling the stream and it carassing the rocks,big and small on the way.The stream emits cool breeze and the cool water rejuvenises everything alive.

There is a trail which goes a little up from the stream leading to a farm land where there is smell of coffee in the air,tiny tomatoes emerging from the plants,a field of cauliflower spread across,coconut and teak tress dances in the sweet embrace of the wind.

The poultry farm brightens up by the sun’s rays ,Noah’s dad gets the grains for the hens and Noah helps him to fetch the water to feed them.

The fish in the pond enthusiastically starts its day .Goats and cows have awaken yet adamant not to move from its lazy posture.Noah’s mom gets ready to milk the cows.

The garden is filled with blossoming  trees with pink and golden flowers,falling on you when you make your way inside.

As soon as you enter Jasmine flowers moves too and fro to get your attention and its mesmerising smell takes you to heaven and rose red,pink and white planted in layers stands majestically.

In the middle of the garden ,you find a beautiful stone cottage with big wooden windows with a beautiful view of outside. There is a varanda where a stone bench is rite under the trees and it’s adorned with flowers falling from the trees.

And it suddenly started to rain but it wasn’t something like drizzling,it felt like entire clouds falling on Noah along with a scream of thunder .

“you tiny begger , you couldn’t get any other place to sleep other than veranda of my shop.”

The magic dust around Noah mysteriously disappeared.He got up with his waterproof blanket that he made the previous day by knitting the plastic bags together to protect him from the scroaching cold and walked away by ruminating the dream he just saw.
With love-Crystal.

Grilled children.

The first grade is loaded with lot of portions that I have never struggled this way,not even in high school to finish the portions.

Everyday children come to school and only thing they do is write whatever notes we give on the blackboard and by writing their skills are so developed that some of them finish along with me and they now love writing and they plead me to give them notes all the time and have already finished two books in each subject,I feel sad about that.

And they have their exams lined up ,back to back all the time with so many lessons .They love to share their stories while teaching but where do we have time to listen to them?

They love to draw but they hardly have a period a week.They love to run and play but the playground is reduced to just a terrace.

They love to do so many things and we are aware of that but we are forced only to complete the portions .

I being in creative side had encouraged them to draw and decorate the class,let them at least express through that and be happy and then there are teachers who comments,Is this a classroom or exhibition hall?

And there are parents who says,the only thing they are doing in home is drawing and nothing else. Comon,if you are just over burdening them with  the pressure of studies,what else they will do?if you give them time and make teaching a enjoyable thing ,then you will see them loving it but being teachers we are helpless with the enormous contents and lack of time we have.

One day when I taught of squirrel ,a squirrel came near our class and I could see the excitement in their eyes when they really say it near and they were making the noise the squirrrel was making.

Other day I was teaching about kites and I could show them the person flying kite outside and they could tell me the reason ,why the kite was not flying ,I was aware of the cctv so asked children to carm down and the otherday there was rainbow in the class due to some reflection and they were so mesmerized by it by that that I had to put the curtains to maintain discipline in class.

This is how we want to learn,by being close to nature ,by seeing things in real,but nowadays it’s only byhearting and spoon feeding.

I frankly feel suffocated myself in this,there is Zero creativity ,just finish off the portions and finish off the most boaring mark calculations and get the salary by working like a robot,thats the end of it .

If I myself is feeling this way ,then you can think of children.

When I decided to leave this job due to stress and health issues  , 

I realised that the all the reason for my illhealth and my unhappiness was the lack of freedom,lack of creativity and lack of expression and not able to be myself.

With love -Crystal.

They don’t love me.        ( short story)

Jasmine always hated her parents,it’s not because they were bad,it’s because her parents  were in opposite extremes .Their incompatibility gave rise to heated arguments and constant fights.

when she was brought in to that misery,something in her shutdown for them,that was her love for them.

She thought that they never loved her.They only provided money whenever needed.whatever she wanted, she got, except the thing that she wanted the most ,the love,the expression of love to be precise.

One day jasmine was late to her work ,as she was rushing through the traffic in her two wheeler ,suddenly a bus from opposite side threw her in to the air ,It made her life hanging like a broken branch from a gigantic tree .

Laying in the stretcher ,She looked as if she was unconscious but she could feel everything,the smell of the blood soaking her clothes,the yellow light of hospital falling in to her eyes..

she could hear ,yet not clear ,the harsh voice of hospital authorities not willing to admit her and asking to take her to a city hospital which was 60kms away .They didn’t want to take risk as her case was serious .

 she could  clearly hear the voice of her mom sobbing  and her dad begging to the doctors to save her.

“please save her life,we can give you everything that we have to save her,we beg you ,please save our daughter,nothing is more important than her.”Her dad broke down to tears as he spoke and that was first time she heard him that way.

a drop of tear rolled down her cheeks asking her

” They didn’t love you,isn’t it?”

With love-Crystal.


There are no humans around,I can find only roborts everywhere who are very well trained in multitasking as well as practical aspects of life that ,they could give tight competition for the poor real roborts who are enthusiastically waiting ,ready to be launched in the near future.

P.s#work life#roborts,roborts everywhere and the best robort is appreciated .no creativity,just stress and robotics in work life#


At the reach of my eyes, is the beautifully painted worn out bricks, ugly to my eyes.

Sunsets and sunrises ,goes with out intimating  me.

Trapped in a place where,

chirping of birds is replaced by the noisiness of the people.

And concept of nature confuses the kids,

a tree or two,or a park ,here and there is what is nature to them.

I crave for a breathe of fresh air in a city which is killing my creativity.

A rainbow coloured bird sings about the beauty of rainbow ,water coloured sky,blue tides of the sea,the soft mountain breeze.

And there I go near the bird mesmarised by its tales and it flew away towards the horizon to the hidden world of beauty.

P.s-The reason why I am not writing.currently there is nothing around me which could stimulatey creativity.

With love-crystal

“Pappa, cancel my birthday cake”(short story)

Pappa says to mohith who is a 1st grade student 

” see beta, I just have 1000rups in my pocket,either we can celebrate your birthday or we can pay for your dance practice in school,ball is in your court and that’s your decision finally.”

Mohith thought for a while and told his dad in determination

“No pappa,I don’t want birthday cake nor any celebration ,please provide the money for my dance practice.”

After many years he grew up to be a very famous dancer that all admire.

Each human is a unread story book.

Today I took myself  For a date,sorry for being unavailable.jokes apart .How many of you like being out  alone,visiting your favourite store,enjoying your favourite food by keeping  the social media in offline mode?

When I look around,there are people everywhere,I love to observe strangers  and try to guess their life story as each person is a unique story book.

Some where with friends having a good time,somewhere selecting dress for wife and when he saw the dress was of small size,he passed a joke on wife that if you wear it, the dress will break apart and both laughed at it and went away.

Another person was explaining each detail of the dress to his wife that I mistook him for salesman.

Somewhere enjoying the delicious burger with family and friends and few of them were having it alone ,enjoying their own company.

And one sad  thing that I observed  was that children were given tab in the foodjoint ,so that they sit and play games and not disturb their parent’s that’s kind of sad I felt ,but parent’s are happy kids too.

When you are in a crowded place,you might feel how insignificant you are,but I don’t think it’s true,you will feel how significant you are to be in this world with all other people where your chances were too less.
This Christmas ,be greatful for what you have,count your blessings even if  its  just peace of mind ,Happy Christmas friends.

My biggest blessing is that I’m still alive so I enjoy each breath I take just like the comfort I feel when I drink fresh water.(I don’t know whether it feels weird but I enjoy drinking water).

With love-Crystal .