An Awkward Human

   If you could live anywhere, on this big blue planet, where would it be? Would it be near the beach, where the sound of waves could be heard in between the conversations? or It would be in the city that never stops to catch a breath? Or in the middle of the forest with nature where everything prospers and thrives with greens and fragrant flowers bent by the weight of fat bumble bees?    My dream destination is away from all the habitation, it's me and the plants only. Some I grew with my own hand and some wild out of control, talking all the places they needed in the world. Making themselves known with their power and calm force.     It's a place where flowers grew wild and are not limited to the pots. They climb and twirl on the window sill. Can't be stopped. They don't care for the pattern they grew in. They want you to appreciate them for the art they create in their movement. They don't stop when hacked but grow faster from that experience. ...

On a rainy afternoon, Geet ran out the door to the courtyard, the single sheet of paper rustling in her hands. the bare feet slapping against the rain-soaked cobblestone path to the house next door. To wait for the rain to stop seemed like an impossibly long span of time.  Before she could slow down, she saw the door open. Crashing into the arm of the person on the other side, her first thought was about the paper she was carrying. Paridhi under her weight could only see the biggest, brightest smile on her face.  She knew what it meant. Without speaking a single word she knew they would be spending the next three years of college together.  This was not the first time their life has led them to the same paths. It all started with both Mrs Tripathi and Mrs Sharma having to be taken in the same ambulance down to the local hospital, just before midnight on 21st June. Born just 3 minutes apart. Mrs Tripathi was fixated on naming her daughter Geet for the last three months, bu...