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Surrounded by love, yet feeling alone  A sea of faces, but no one to call home,  They love me in their way but I needed more...  A simple question "How are you? " to soothe my soul's core. In crouded rooms, I found my safest place  Within myself... Where truth and heart entuine in space,  A refugee from the world's expectations high,  Where I can breathe, and let my true self sigh.  How are you? A question that feels like a key  Unlocking doors to understanding,  Setting my heart free.  In those three words, I find a gentle breeze...  That calms the storms and bring me to my knees.                                                                    Susmita Chettri  

 They ask why I'm angry, but doesn't truly see,  The depth of emotions, the complexity in me,  "Don't be angry, it's not good for you" They say,  But what I need is someone to listen, to stay.  In the midst of love and care, I feel alone,  A stranger in my own world, unknown They offer solution, but not a listening ear,  Learning me to wonder, "do they truly care? " It's not about fixing, but understanding,  Being seen, being heard without judgement or commanding,  In that moment, maybe I'll feel less alone  Craving for someone who truly gets me home...                                               Susmita Chettri

Can anyone tell me?  Why my heart beat in pain?  And why even faster When I hear his name?  Regretting the moments,  With the pain that I feel inside,  I always wish that I was there by his side.  I could've told him Tried to win his heart,  But regret stroked me When we were going apart.  Days, weeks, months passed, and I think Maybe something are better unsaid,  You went away leaving me  But the memories will never fade.  You left a girl,  Broken and lost,  Now she couldn't know, Why and whom to trust.  His eyes we're  Like an entire ocean,  And I was just an Another droplet of monsoon.  Please! Listen to this sound,  Coming from my heart,  I'm begging you,  Just for a new start...                                                  Susmita Chettri

When they say about love and care,  I think of that pain,  Which I can't bare. Hope he also feels, The pain he gave. Hope he also thinks of  The memories he left. His heart was like the huge sky,  And I was just another bird  That kept passing by.  The last day together  Just the two of us in class. A lovely sunshine, and Watching the dances of the grass. I confessed to him, With hope in my eyes, Oh! How can I share  The things that I realized. Love isn't for me, Then we had to fall apart, He left the girl alone  With a broken heart. One day, I found a girl saying Love is just a blissful dream.  I responded with: 'You will believe,  When you will see him'.                                                 Susmita Subedi

 Today, I am going to write a different story, a story about true love, a story about real and unconditional love. Today I'am going to write a short love story of my mom and my dad.  It all started just like any other normal wedding day of that time. It's the time of 1996, when my papa's brother was about to marry my muma's sister. When my baba reached at mummy's house, he saw my mom for the first time. But they were small kids that time. Who knew the meeting would end up in a very beautiful way. My baba always says that mom came to his life like a blessing and he sees her as a fairy who grant his wishes and always be there with him.  The marriage ended and the time goes by.           Then, my father finished his10th board exams and went to Ravangla for his further +2 studies. On the other hand my muma's daily market was Ravangla only. Point to be noted, their story had already started before that. As we know the typical old times, the times ...

 There were once a couple. They looks like they are made for each other. All happy and sad moments, they spent together, they have seen all ups and downs together. Always supports and be there for one another. They were perfect and a happy couple. But one day, the girl doesn't felt right to be together. Just she doesn't wanted to stay with him now. After some days, they both went on a date to a place. The boy was planning to propose her that night and girl had no idea.  While driving, the boy was sensing an uncomfortable silence between them. When he asked her "what happened?" The girl stayed silent but again he asked. This time she whispered "Love, I don't think I can make this relationship successful. I am not feel right to be with you. I'am sorry but we should separate. Let's breakup...!"  After that, the heart broken boy took out a paper from his pocket and handed it to her. The car went out of his control and just by the a drunk truck driver...

'' Clang, clang, clang!'' The rattling sound of kerosene tin came again from the roof. The fear that the roof will get detached from the house came over and over again. With the help of the dim light coming from a kerosene lamp Kaley's mother and father watched watch the roof of the house. The small raindrops were looking like sweats in the black roof.  "How strong is the wind in this hill. It blows hard" said Kaley's mother, when the sound of tin rattling got a little better and then she started to lit up the fire. Kaley's father added "It doesn't stop. It has been one week already". He had barely finished speaking when the rain again got more strong. They are always afraid of landslides in the area, and think themselves as fools to come and live here. Again, the storm grow heavier and the tin roof started to clang. They could not hear the sound of single drop as the continuous sound of heavy rain filled the room. They got more afrai...

Sikkim is the north-eastern part of India. Sikkim became the part of India in 1975, before that it was an independent country. It is founded by Namgyal Dynasty. Sikkim has four districts: East, West, North and South.  The capital of Sikkim is Gangtok which is present in East district. Aside for being the regulatory center point of the state, East Sikkim is likewise the center point of the tourism activities in the Hamalian area. The rich greenery, entrancing valleys, delightful lakes, numerous old monasteries and temples enhance East Sikkim drawing in a large number of vacationers.  We the students of Medhavi Skills University, creative writing club had gone to Rongichu Water Garden located on 32-mile, East Sikkim for our first travelogue. We reached there at 9:30 AM by the bus provided to us by the University. As soon as we reached there, we had to buy tickets which was 10 rupees per person. We we...

A newly wedded couple, Hina and Hemant just shifted to an apartment. They were living happily and was satisfied with their new life. One day, when Hemant was out for his business meeting, an old man of about 60 years or more, with grey hair, wrinkled face and all, who was wearing ragged clothes came and knocked the door. When Hina asked who he was, the man replied that he lived in the same building just beside their apartment and wanted to give them a present as they are new to the place and also as their wedding gift. He gave a barrel full of vodka. The wife thanked the man, and he too was grateful that she took his gift. The man said, "Thank you," and smiled sweetly and went back to his room. She felt happy to receive the present. That night when Hemant came home, she told the story to him, and they decided to throw a party.  The next evening, they had a great party, spend fun time together, eating food and drinking the vodka. After the party was over, they decided to put t...

              My grandmother was always a lovely lady. Despite of her old age, wrinkled face and hands, she was my idol. She spoiled me with lots of love and care, I think that's the reason I miss her so much.         The best memory of me with my granny is when she pulled me and put me in her lap and fed me with her own hands. The coziness of her shawl, and her hug, I always wished I could experience and feel the same one day but unfortunately, it's never going to happen.          The proud smile she gave every time she saw me in my school uniform, the 5-rupee coin she placed on my hand before I left for school, everything was so good with her. We were a happy family.           After she passed away, I always felt a vacancy, a hollowness that still remains. After that we moved to our new house and left the place in which I made so many memories with her. She faded away, bu...

              " Wings of fire" is an autobiography of APJ Abdul Kalam. This book covers his life before becoming the President of India. It consists of his family background, the pain and sufferings he had gone throughout his life before he became successful.          He was born on October 15, 1931, in Rameswaram, India. He came from a very humble background. In this book, he gives minute details of his life. He talks about the struggles that he had to go through because of his financial instability.           Dr. Kalam is not only famous for being a scientist and the President of our country, but also as a teacher who loved teaching and a writer as well. Even after a lot of failures and dejection in life, he never gave up on his dreams.           The Government of India has honored him with Padma Bhushan in 1981 and Padma Vibhushan in 1990 for his contribution and wo...

My shadow walks past me... Just saw my reflection blink... Alone in the bed and blanket shifts... It enjoys watching you sleep...                    Susmita Chettri 

The Old Man's Picture   Her mother promised, To buy her a teddy bear, Not being able to say anything,  She then quietly sits there.  Anna was not happy,  Waiting in the waiting room, But didn't have the idea, What to say and to whom.  Suddenly her eyes fell on a portrait. A beautiful portrait of an ugly old man! So awful like a corpse,  That it sent chills down her spine.  She tried to move,  As she felt strange, But didn't want to admit, That she was scared of the man in the portrait.  After some time,  She moved closer to the painting, Observing it carefully,  When she noticed something.  The old man's hands  Were looped and twisted,  Like some parasites. Prominent boney fingers and pointed nails. From the doctor's office,  When her mother came out,  She started looking for Anna But she was nowhere to be found. Her mother caught a glimpse of An old man slipping out of the door,  She called her daughte...

 On 12th November, we had our Fresher's Party. The venue was Eco Paradise at Rangpo. It was so good, and we had fun.  If I will have to rate that party, it would be 4 out of 5. Everything was nice but it would been better if we did programme inside a hall or indoor stage. We faced a problem as it was so hot day, and I was anchor who had to stand all day:( Overall, the party was so great, and the food, place and environment were good too☺.

I went out today to explore the wild,  But never thought this lovely day Would wake up my inner child. The way the river flows, The way fishes are peeping, The way the wind blows, And the sounds of birds chirping.  I came to the riverbank,  To heal a wound,  And oh! how could I ever explain,  The relief I received from it's ground. I never thought I will be   A lover of this beautiful nature forever and ever...                                                Susmita Chettri

"He"! The person she loved,  always cherished,  Looked at him that way,  Even if the whole world would collapse,  And she would never blink. Short times of happiness,  As we know, Both happy and sad time will soon go!  Soon came the time, The time of separation. And the words she wanted to say,  Remained hidden. Way he treated her, Cared for her,  Has now all vanished.  And her love? Huh!  It remained unsaid-                                                                     Incomplete S'HE'