Isn’t love pure?

“Don’t be so judgemental!” She drawled.

“Are you kidding me? I am not being judgemental here. I am merely stating the truth,” he replied, looking at her through his long lashes that she’s so come to love.

“You’re being rude, that’s it. Change your view, then, there will not be such things!” She protested at his stoic face.

Sighing, he held her small soft hand in his big warm once, “It’s not I who has this filthy views only, Avi. However, if I were to change my views do you think all the rape cases and acid attacks would be eradicated? No, all the other species of males do think those things which you couldn’t even guess in your dreams. Ever. Their mind works at that way. You nor I could neither change it. You whatsoever could change my mind but theirs? Never. And I could never afford to let you go there by yourself and talk to those fuckers.”

“B-but its my job!” She seethed. “And don’t cuss!” She admonished him, swiftly.

“Ah! Sorry!” He did not sound sorry at all, to her that was. However she did not delve.

“You should be!” She replied. “And it’s my job I could not just leave it. Those nefarious people should change their views about women not the other way around!”

“Then, unfortunately you’ve to let me accompany you. Simple is that since I couldn’t let you roam all alone by yourself.” He grinned, winking at her.

The wroth she was feeling just a while ago evaporated until not even the hot air was left in her at the proclamation that he so lasciviously had said with his not so pure volition.

Her lips quirked up in derision.

—Saumya Tripathi!

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Another gut- wrecking proof of us having no humanity left at all. #Priyankareddy

How many more sacrifices would it take to see that there is no humanity left in here. Not anymore.

Okay, now tell me whose fault was it exactly?

The girl: Priyanka Reddy’s, because she was out late, partying or clubbing? Or hanging out with friends or rather a boyfriend?

Or better, as people get to taunt or judge women on the length of their clothes. Or on the way of their notions how it works, or, on the way of their lifestyles?

Tell me? Because as far as I can see, she wasn’t wearing any skin-showing-glittering-clothes.

Or was she?

No. she wasn’t. Nor was she out at 12 p.m at night. It was barely even 10 p.m.

Then why it had to happen with her: Priyanka Reddy, who was just twenty-six years old from hyderabad? Hm?

Was she not being modest enough? Or whatever the reason people seemed to have judgements in their own psyche due to their own notions?

On top of it, she was a doctor.

A person with special gift to save humans. Any human. No matter who. Even the worst of worse.

Yet, it had to happen with her.

Who could have thought such a life saver would have a faith worse than most of the living beings out there!

The reality in her story was even more sickening than anyone who could have comprehended in the causes. Or rather who had been gone though such writhing pain.

Albeit, as it seemed, brutally raping her wasn’t enough for those fiends to have burnt her body after such horrendous deeds. Giving someone the most painful, agonizing death anyone could have ever gone through. Let alone reckon those dolorous burns on alive body.

How ironic was it that:

First they, punctured her scootie, then forced her to accept help which was only from them in the isolated place, in the outskirts of Hyderabad,

Abducted her,

Gang- raped her,

(which wasn’t enough)

Then, burnt her body in order to destroy evidence.

To the people who insinuates that short clothes were the reason of rape!

Tell me, what’d say now? Hm?

If such monstrosity doesn’t open your eyes, then, I really don’t know what actually could!

It should be the last blow of atrocities to the government of India to see— this needs to stop!

THIS MUST BE STOPPED!

The monstrosity should be eradicated from the roots of the hairlines!

I request more like, beg— to our government to have such restrict orders that even thinking about that kind of animosity makes them shudder to their core let alone take a single step towards it.

—Saumya Tripathi

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Words are easy, actions are harder.

For once, in life I knew now what the actual meaning of love is. It is not about saying ‘I love you’ as much as possible and how much you can say that to the person you love. No. Certainly a big no.

Words are so easy it is the action which give away…well, you.

Words are easy, it is the action which shows if the person says I love you means or not. You can get a lot of people, and I mean it; you can get a lot of people saying they love you but only fewer who means it. Particularly only one in a billion.

It is so damn very hard to get people whose words match with their actions. And, even harden who devotes their time in showing their love and means it every end of the day.

—Saumya Tripathi

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‘Her’!

It still amazes her how anyone could have this sharp cheekbones, such long lashes, eyes that deep which were unmistakably exquisite, jaws embracing cheeks which gave him the unparalleled and savage look, yet the craze look that always had a hostility in them, softens when looking down at her, her innocent radiating face was what made him tremble. Which was quite rare. However, it was ‘she’ who could have made devil to fall on his knees. So, who was he to refrain himself to do that? A mere mortal.

It always made him wonder how her single child like glance would control him in a way, he never thought was possible.

—Saumya Tripathi

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Her innocence allured him even more to her.

“If you only could distrust me why are we even committed?” He questioned her mordantly while eyes perilously, glaring down at her.

Despite of her wobbling voice and damped eyes she answered coyly with fluttered face. “But she was flirting with you and I was not liking it a bit. I don’t want to share you with anyone. Just like you don’t want me too.”

His eyes softened at her innocent- declaration. He could not come to make himself angry at her anymore because of her baby face that was red due to his admonishes with vague eyes, that was creating an excruciating pain in his upper abdomen seeing her in tears.

“I am sorry.” She stuttered yet again, peeking up at him through her lashes, not facing him.

Soon his anger subsided by amusement, watching her innocent— like face fluttered. She was blushing just by accepting her insecurities towards him. His girlfriend was just too innocent and naive. He thought.

Then, a grin spread across his face, thinking about the outcome of the question he was about to ask.

“I indeed would forgive you.” He declared, watching her smile in bewilderment.

“But on one condition.” He said hastily.

Pouting unconsciously, her eyebrows frowned together.

Docilely, she asked “And that is?”

Listening, his Wolfy grin widened even more.

Staring down at her with mischievousness in his eyes, he said with wicked grin “If you could only kiss me.”

Her eyes widened in horror, sighing she hung her head low in defeat, knowing not he was just jesting with her the whole time.

Seeing her despair face, he could not come to suppress his laughter anymore so, he laughed loudly, throwing his head back— at her cuteness.

Realising his mock, her small hands fisted and thwacked on his chest non-haltingly.

In return he laughed even louder. Seeing her face becoming redder due to his sneering.

With rage she jostled him but he didn’t even bulge, mummerring under her breath, she step sided him and was about to go. But a pair of arms engulfed her, restraining her from going anywhere.

Grinning, he asked “Where are you going, little one?”

Tugging at his arms downwards, to get free, she answered with trembling voice. “Away from you.”

He just smiled at his little ball of fire.

“Awww.” Looping his thick arm around her slender figure, he kissed her soft-creamy cheek from behind, tenderly, making it even redder than before.

She squirmed in his hold but he just yet again smiled at her, looking at her adorable face with adoration.

—Saumya Tripathi!

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The truth about women!

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Not all the woman wants expensive gifts from their partner.

Not all the woman wants materialistic things from them.

Because, in this era— a woman can afford whatever they want in the first place.

however, what attracts those certain type of women the most in their partners, are their:

— Loyality

—Attention,

—and the most expensive thing in the world: their time.

—Saumya Tripathi

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The pages of life can never be replicated, if passed.

“I was a mere page of your life, however you were my whole book.” He said, looking away.

“But it was only you who torn the pages of your own book in the first place,” came a soft

reply.

— Saumya Tripathi .

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A mini— tale.

“What makes you so afraid of him? Is it his dark side?”

A little smile itself made its way in the corner of my lips at the serene question.

“No. His dark side is what I crave the most,” I replied, eyes beady.
“Then? What is it?”

“It’s the forged love that he happens to show me that scares me, and makes me see the gravity of love!” I chuckled with innocent eyes.

—Saumya Tripathi!

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‘Sour.’

It was not the pickle that was only the sour thing given by her to him, it was the bitter and sourish taste of reality that made him fear for their coming future.

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Those certain days.

I still remember those days.The days you used to text me saying how much you missed my presence.

The days you said you missed my touch.

The days you said you missed me.

The days you used to text me saying how much you missed my presence.

The days you said you missed my touch.

The days you said you missed me.

I still remember those days when at 4:am you used to text me saying, ‘are you there?’ and when I used to text you back instantaneously.

I still remembered those days when you cried about your fears in front of me when I hugged you tightly saying I am here and would be.

I still remember those days when you used to grip my hairs in your hands and tugged downwards while making my plaits.

I still remember those days when you used to say soothing words to me when I was low. ..

I still remember those days when you were vulnerable and I was your strength.

I still remember those days. Those ungodly hours when you used to say how much you loved me and how beautiful I was.

Those ungodly hours when you used to say how much you loved me and how beautiful I was.

I still remember those days when you to say, ‘I can’t leave without you. Don’t ever leave me.’

I still remember you leaving me the way you did.

I still remember your forged and deceived smiles you used to bestow upon me.

I still remember those days when you left me saying I was so immature for you.

I still remember those days when I stayed loyal to you when you slept with every other girl behind my back.

I still remember those days when you left me saying, ‘you don’t love me anymore.’

Now, here the question arises:

Do you remember any of it?
Do you remember those days?

Do you…?

—Saumya Tripathi

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