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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 ...

Below the relation with almighty, below you and dad Above other, there was someone finding whom I was glad My dear mum, the girl is one whom I termed my dearest pal That one taught me to get success in every of my down fall No mum, it was not that your love lacked any needed emotion, But she was one companying me to take me to my destination I am always grateful for your inspiration, thank u so much But you know mum, for that girl, I even prayed by going church After her arrival I never felt losing like a day, I never lost again We ignored our past, accepted the present without any bargain It was not that I didn’t found you to share in my needed time But still, she knows every privacy and secrecy things about mine..! I was not late to share the space of my heart, terming her ‘pari’ She is the need of my life, mum, these words hurt u, I beg sorry We started to plan our world, keeping both you and dad with us She promised me, “I’ll never let your tear be formed int...

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...