SORROWFUL MIND

Coming back from day of exhaust
thinks to sit with a group of friends to chat
But does not find any
cause she does not have one.

Thinks for a while
a big questions comes to her mind
"Why don't I have friends?"
and loses her concentration in everything.

To get back her concentration
she needs a friend
Who will be her friend?
let's wait and watch

Suddenly on day,
the postman waves a letter
it wasn't for her parents
wasn't for her brother or sister

It was for her
she was amazed and took it and read it out
It was a gal in Bombay
asking her to write back

Atlast she found a friend
but when she came to meet her
from Bombay, she dies in an accident
leaving her all alone with the
" SORROWFUL MIND"


P.S: This is the first poem i wrote when i was in my 9th standard. its about my best friend who passed away. the poem may sound stupid, but its my feelings.

My First Story

The very first story i narrated was a really funny incident that my granny can never forget. My grandparents have come to Hyderabad after a very long time. At that time there was water scarcity in Guntur(my dad's native). Even at our place we had water scarcity but only during the summer. At home we had a medium sized steel drum which hold around some 10 litres of water. My granny wanted one such drum and came and asked me. Naturally, i didn't know where it was bought, so i made a story. I told her that we got that drum in a lucky draw contest at a five star hotel when the hotel management held a lucky draw contest with the diners of the day(the drum had a label called 5 star). I thought my granny wouldn't believe it, but unluckily she did. She went to my mom and asked her to again dine in that restaurant so that they can participate in the lucky draw, and if lucky they would get another steel drum. My mom gave my granny a confused look. My granny repeated the whole story to my mom. My mom then told my granny that i was actually pulling her leg and that there was no lucky draw and that the drum was bought from a shop and not a five star hotel in a lucky draw. Till date my granny repeats the whole story to anyone who are willing to listen.

PRINCESS...!!!

you must be wondering y im titled myself as the princess. I am the eldest in the family but i get to be treated as the princess. among my gang im the only girl so again here im the princess. I may not be the princess of a land, im the princess of hearts. i can steal many a hearts with just my blabber. My talks may sound stupid, but they always make one laugh. My talks maybe immature, but they get a smile on your face. nothing much to say about myself. I love reading novels. An ardent lover of "HARRY POTTER" I think i read the whole series around some...hmmm....well.....you can't count. I love Music. I sing and dance too(only when i am alone). I loveeee making stories and telling people. I am a very sentimental and a sensitive gal; get hurted very soon. Well, for now this is it....you can write about me too. Just leave a comment and people will read about me(Everything positive please).