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• The Voice of the Blessed.    Terrace.

  There are a few people, who have that one special place where they love to spend some time alone. That one place where they are shut off from the world, yet have a great view of it. That one place which gives them enough peace to analyse themselves, question themselves and discover themselves. That one place where their inner angels and demons sit down to discuss and not stand up to fight. Some of the greatest revolutions have taken place here, the only difference being they have affected one life at a time. Jake was one such person, his terrace was one such place.He stared at the scene in front of his eyes. He would come there often, yet everytime it it would feel like his first. It was less than an hour to midnight, but it didn't feel like it. How could it? Especially in the city that never sleeps. The street below was busy. Very busy for that hour. The terrace was his escape from chaos, while he witnessed the chaos of the world below him.But that day was different.

• The Voice of the Blessed.    It’s not very easy.

  I met her today.I was having a nice day. After a long time, I came out of my sorrow and spending time with my friends. We went to the mall, watched a movie and having dinner. We were talking about all kinds of things-movies, girls, funny moments, things I missed out. I was having a good laugh and for the first time, felt normal since the day she left me.Then I saw her. I decided to ignore her. But she was walking in my direction all along making an eye contact. A range of emotions from sadness to anger aroused in me. What she is doing? Why can't she leave me alone?She stopped inches before me and 'Hi'-ed everyone. An awkward silence rules for a few seconds and then she said 'Hi'. I decided to act normal if not happy. I faked a smile and reciprocated her 'Hi' adding a 'How are you?' to it.My friends politely went from there on some pretext. I think it's for the best. I don't want them to see my emotional outburst( it might happen) of any emotion.She

• The Voice of the Blessed.    Something we should wait for.

  Once upon a time, A little special boy born.He is special because He is not of this world but after serval request from God, God Gave that boy to this world.As we know this world is place of politics, Hate, Love And A sweet Mind game, He wasn't able to understand the complicity of this world because of his innocence, sweetness, Caring attitude for everyone, He had been assulted, Molested, Beaten up, abused, with all those people who he care and love them in his school, He feel devasted, He cry lot but what is beauty of him is that he never show his pain to other.He just keep fighting and asking same question to god. Why the hell you did to me,As the time passed his oath to not use any abusive word to other had breaked.But till that time he wasn't break enough to be bad because soon after he completed his class 10 And his schooling is over and he joined a non attending class.He is now alright, He still love to make people laught at himself be

• The Voice of the Blessed.    Mania.

  Once an ugly depressed guy fells in love with a sweet girl of his college. The guy had sad life , nothing to do all day , basically depressed because of some past incidents he regretted. He had a great past full of what most people desires but few recent years rotated all that. Time plays a havoc man.Then he noticed this girl , beautiful and full of life and fell for her in his mind . He was amazed to see that how so much happy any person can be all the time . Oh man! her smile :) . She was the most beautiful thing he ever saw in his life. The girl with a charm. He thought what he wants in his life is her only. Somehow they started texting each other on phone.That guy could talk to her via texts only not face2face. He told her about his feelings for her , she listened to all and politely said that she is not interested ,the guy already knew that this will happen only. He told her some stories out of All the experiences the guy had in his life , the girl showed intrest for a w

• The Voice of the Blessed.    Hope.

  He put too much hopes on that girl. He believed life could also end up like movies.A girl he barely knew but had all information of her, a girl he never talked to but knows exactly what talks make her happy and sad.She was pursuing civil engineering , he was pursuing electronics engineering.The fun fact was he never talked about this girl to any of his friends . He never had any friends to talk to . College starting days were fun to him ,all his classmates came to his room and sat with him whole night. One by one door knocking started disappearing. When he asked the reason ,he was told that he was no fun because he refuse to spent his father's money on parties,clubs,drinking. He many times sat outside his hostel room door bench looking at a group of people he once knew.thats not the life he dreamt of his college.His only friends and companions during this hard time were his novels . He daily sat college on garden's bench ,one particular bench , one partic

• The Voice of the Blessed.    Shattered.

  I met her today.I was having a nice day. After a long time, I came out of my sorrow and spending time with my friends. We went to the mall, watched a movie and having dinner. We were talking about all kinds of things-movies, girls, funny moments, things I missed out. I was having a good laugh and for the first time, felt normal since the day she left me.Then I saw her. I decided to ignore her. But she was walking in my direction all along making an eye contact. A range of emotions from sadness to anger aroused in me. What she is doing? Why can't she leave me alone?She stopped inches before me and 'Hi'-ed everyone. An awkward silence rules for a few seconds and then she said 'Hi'. I decided to act normal if not happy. I faked a smile and reciprocated her 'Hi' adding a 'How are you?' to it.My friends politely went from there on some pretext. I think it's for the best. I don't want them to see my emotional outburst( it might happen) of any emotion