WRITE RISHI WRITE

I had recently gone to an event where i found out that there was a story-writing competition going on and the inner adrenaline rush forced me to register instantly in that competition.                                              I filled the registration form and taunted one of the volunteer asking, "Where do I have to collect the prize?" She didn't say anything but abuses were all over her eyes. Big and red. Not even blinking. She hadn't slept last night, I guess.                                          I took the writing-book and glanced a bit. The prime rule of the competition was that the story had to be written solely in 'Devnagri' and I was quite enthralled as it was just few months ago when my heart had decided to restore the love in Hindi literature....

Time has changed a lot since that time. Me being me, has started faking how I have grown up in past few years but the reality is, I’m still the same kid who is imprisioned in an adult body. I am the same boy who looks up to the girl and wants to say, “ Dekh na re Kitni acchi ladki jaa rahi hai.” Bas koi saath nahi hai sun ne ko."  I still remember that day how much I had thought about her. Wait a second……. let me explain. It was eleven in the night. Me and my friend were sitting in the railway lounge. Ofcourse, we bought the platform ticket(we have to buy in big cities).  Beside us, a  family of four was sitting on the ground and we were playing with the cute member of that family, who had found a momentary friendship in us. He was laughing very hard after seeing our boomerang in the phone. The time was passing like quitely.                    Then came a girl . She was carrying a red-coloured trolley with her...