Uncontrollable Unbosomings!

She sat in a corner, feeling lifeless. Fed up with the world. Blade in one hand, and the other hand bleeding rapidly, showing no sign of stopping. Her tear stained face gazed blankly at the picture of the love of her life, who had hurted her, ignored her, mistreated her. On the table was the picture of her parents, dead long time back when she was just four. No friends, all alone. No strength to trust anyone now. Gazing at the river from her window, during dawn. Thinking about her past, her failures, and the feeling of loneliness gradually creeping deep inside her soul. She wanted to end it all. Forever. She takes a knife. She's about to cut her throat when she stops.For she sees a beautiful sight. The sun was rising. Birds were flying in the sky. The leaves of trees moving silently with the wind, whispering to each other. The sky getting brighter and brighter. And it inspires her. Gives her some hope. Hope, for a new beginning. For a new life. So, she controls her tears, was...

The trip to ballimaran, famously known as Ghalib Ki Haveli, was fabulous and an enriching experience. I gained a lot of knowledge as well as fun from the exciting adventure!        When mom told me about the trip at first, I was a little dissapointed as I thought it would be boring. But, my dissapointment vanished as soon as we reached Delhi. I was really exited! We walked till Ballimaran from Chandni Chowk, passing many historical marks on the way. Mirza Ghalib, a great Urdu writer, lived there when he was alive. Just as Shakespeare is the father of English, Mirza Ghalib is the father of Urdu. I clicked many pictures of his abode, and the place was very peaceful. It had a warm presence, a nice feeling in it. We got to know a lot about Ghalib's lifetime and some of his famous write ups, which have been converted into ghazals too. Truly said by Ghalib, " aah ko chaahiye ik 'umr asar hone tak"!        ...

Hello everyone! This is Nimisha. Well, I simply love writing, I mean, not exactly fiction, but yes, writing about the current issues, the current happening, Somewhat like what journalists do. And, as my writing is appreciated by all and I enjoy it too, I thought of making it as a profession. And before that, I need some practice. So, here I am. With, some new ideas. And an ambition. To change. To start a new revolution. To express myself. Expresse vous!