Dude Its Complicated!

Dulari’s princes…… Dulari, like all the little girls her age, grew up listening to fairy tales and stories that featured princesses and princes and happily ever afters. She, like all those other little girls, wondered what her Prince Charming would be like? What would he look like? Would he really be charming? Would he make her feel special? Where would he live? The only thing missing in this scenario was her mother singing ‘Que sara sara” in answer to all her questions! Dulari grew up meeting many princes – some were nice, some were mean, some were clueless and some were just sad. But this story is about the Prince of Light and the Prince of Darkness. The Prince of Darkness came in with guns blazing, like a comet hurtling toward earth. He came in with so much intensity that she could not help but get swept up in that blaze of glory. She should have known better than to get caught up in that blaze because blazes will always burn whatever comes into their path. Thus starte

‘Shall we’ ‘Yeah we must. But…… does this place seem suitable for rehearsing, haan sweetie?’ ‘Of course! There can’t be a place better than this.’ She closed her eyes and gave a smile, ‘In happiness & in sorrow, in richness & in scarcity, in sickness & in health, in goodness, and in wickedness' She looked at him mischievously, 'till sanity do us apart.' 'My Lady!' He gazed at her with affection, 'You are excellent with vows. Could you help me with mine?' 'Just keep looking at me, and that would be all.' 'I brought you here, but now you're stealing the moment.' his lips curved upwards, 'let's take a walk, while we make further considerations.' 'You always come here, don't you?' she asked. ‘Where else could I find my resort, but here? This graveyard may be a sign of end for many. But to me, this, ‘he signaled towards the grave’ inspires me for new beginnings. She is the reason, you &

He was standing outside Nehru Place Metro station, waiting for her. He knew she wouldn't come –after what had happened between them a couple of months ago—but he still came. Hope is something which is inevitable. And it was hope due to which he was standing in front of the metro station at eleven in the night. In his hands were a bunch of white tulips—her favourite. He saw flashes of lightening and raised his head toward the sky. After a few seconds, the roaring of the clouds reached his ears, and a tiny droplet dropped on his glasses. "Ritesh, I just want your answer," shouted Sapna. Ritesh let out a sigh of annoyance. "So what do you want me to say?" "Just tell me are we going to marry or not?" Ritesh felt as if Sapna was possessed by a spirit whose liberation could only be possible after it would get married. They had been into a relationship for a couple of years by now, but for the past one month, Sapna had begun to push him to c