A Poem and Shorth Story by Ambika HANCHATE

Without you!

How you came into my life,
when you weren’t in my mind.
how do you left my hand ,
When your hope of being together in my barren life is alive.

Early in the game of fate,
The hunger cravings are mostly flush.
i had hope Everything else will fulfilled,
but Everything has collapsed unknowingly.

I was like a celestial body.
You have made me an elusive star.
Without you here,
Unable to see you there,
Why did you slip into an unseen world?

Seven did not step up
body didn’t see the smell of raw turmeric
The smell of jasmine didn’t strike the nose
The hand, did not listen Bangle’s sound.
The forehead did not look red lead.
Tied the three knot to the neck
Why did you pushed me in hell, don’t know 

Oh god,
This is the rule of fate
Or is it a sweetheart love game?
I am  still in unknowingly wonder today
Don’t know, where is life without you?
But you know, life is zero without you!

Written by Ambika Hanchate
International representative in India of
The Light Millennium

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A Short Story: SEARCH FOR BLUE BALLOONS

Hey …hi, Good evening to all.

Again I have came to eat your head here. Don’t worry, it’s not a my job. except to share my thoughts, I don’t  make you much bore.

But you must know why I am laughing alone today. Until then, you can’t escape from here .

One fine day I was walking at my home street. And, I saw balloon salesman  with stood colorful balloons.

Since my childhood, I have loved blue, then I started to like red, and the demand for colors began to change.

Exactly, I have also seen many colorful stages in my life, starting from black to red, again red to yellow and still I am struggling to see when I would see  my favorite color blue.

But when those colors enter into person’s life, it will not easy to digest to the person.

Exactly this has happened in my life too. When I was a teenage girl, I ate many failures. Seen many struck like as balloon colors.

But God grace I learnt step to step and learnt how to overcome by it, how to get back a pleasant life with win.

I have come to realize that crying is not the solution to problems unless faced with courage.

So friends, start your work with dare step out, and don’t forget the chant “NEED COURAGE – NOT A CRY”

This story has written by Ambika Hanchate