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Whose Story Was I Writing? She said, “You can write your love story, not hers.” Aakriti in Conversation Image by  5688709  from  Pixabay While writing my imagination, a writer within me has loved to be committed with a story girl whom I christened as “Aakriti.” The meaning of Aakriti in Nepali is an “image of an object.” In my story, Aakriti is a vital woman character. And beyond stories, in my life, she is the one I have desired as my soulmate. She has been around my literature with the same name and similar characteristics appearing in a different form. Even though she is a perfect imagination, knowingly and unknowingly she resembles a girl that I would be in love with. My readers have often asked me, “Who is Aakriti? She looks so real through her stories.” As a writer, I take it as a compliment. But one discussion with my reader made me ask myself, Whose story I was writing? “ E very time you read Aakriti, I sense a bit ...

hi all... it is my poem after so long time and i am trying to include the aspects of life in this topic. yeah, there is still to learn so much for me in sectors of poems, still, i tried writing this one.... please do suggest me after reading this.. ~~And i was not alone~~ Life, as it entered a new stage in a new place, I was trying to settle my feet here; Amongst people, I looked at most of them, And I related myself, with one ‘beneath’ me; The expression they had was not strange, Just similar to what I was carrying with me; Something matching but also mismatching, To conclude again, “and I was not alone”… Struggling in life, suffering pain, adapting loss, For my failure, I blamed almighty every time; Yeah, I had also always excused praying for a miracle, Sometimes doubting if he really existed somewhere; Then I looked at the queue before the holy house, Some praying, some crying and few shouting; Standing with their own story, with their own pain, To re...

Aakriti in my Dream Life was full of nightmare that I wanted to forget, trying to live a new day My tears had made me bath my entire body; willing to be out of this pond Got to listen, smiles makes us feel younger, was hunting for a reason again I was cheated by most worlds, still with a dream; I will feel heaven one day Life was really sad, one night an angel came in my life and touched me... I asked “aren’t u same class stranger I am enriched? She replied “NO” “I am the one u were waiting to feel, people recognizes myself as aakriti Sent by alpha and omega, here for your world, think me as only yours” I hurt myself to confirm if it was not a dream, she bandaged my pain parts. I was happy to get her touch, and I was happy to call myself as her friend. I smiled, because I had reason why I smiled, I knew for whom to smile... simply for that loving girl who taught me to live my life in laugh and smile... since we meet. i included her in my smile, she inc...