Storizen Magazine - - What's Inside - - by Parth Lakhani

Dark Clouds on Hori­zon!

BEAU­TI­FUL! Beau­ti­ful was the first word that came to my mind when I first saw dark clouds cov­er­ing my hori­zon. As its Sun­day, I went out on a ride. Get­ting drenched in first rain is like get­ting rid of the cloths of wor­ries and dis­ap­point­ments of our day to day life. As I Set­tled on the lit­tle rock sur­rounded by lush green grass in front of the lake. A train of thoughts started to storm in me. Felt tsunami of dif­fer­ent feel­ings. First I felt nos­tal­gic, it was hard to pin­point from where it started but I re­lived quite a few of them. From my school days I re­mem­ber, how I

used to pray when I see those dark clouds that they should rain all day or at least for an hour or two when I need to get ready for school. Grow­ing up I re­mem­ber how I used to play with my niece and nephew on our ter­race. From col­lege I re­mem­ber, how I pulled a mass bunk to spend some qual­ity time with my that time crush, how she reached for my hand and rolled her own around mine while walk­ing at this same place. Lit­tle soon I re­al­ized, that nos­tal­gic waved has passed on. And now this dif­fer­ent wave has hit me where I think the gods two most beau­ti­ful and pow­er­ful cre­ation women and rain has so many fea­tures in com­mon.

A woman comes into our lives with a dif­fer­ent name and at dif­fer­ent stages of our life. Ini­tially, it’s your mother, whose love and gen­tle care nur­tures you. Sim­i­larly, gen­tle driz­zling helps sowed seed to reap. The con­tin­ued pres­ence of women in our life in form of mother, sis­ter, and wife sup­port us at each phase of our life. Sim­i­larly, dif­fer­ent shower cy­cle helps that

A woman comes into our lives with a dif­fer­ent name and at dif­fer­ent stages of our life.

sowed seed to grow af­ter ini­tially break through and then helps it reap at its prime. But every­thing has its boon and bane. Same goes to women and rain, As it says ex­cess of any­thing leads to dis­com­fort. Lov­ing a wrong women or lov­ing her madly can lead you to your own dis­trac­tion. Sim­i­larly, ex­cess of rain can ruin fields, town and states. Mes­sage alert, of my phone, stopped my aim­lessly run­ning thoughts of train. Start­ing to getup I checked my phone saw a text from her say­ing,” it’s rain­ing here and I miss you, miss old days and miss old us…” I didn’t re­ply to it for now, just smiled on the thought that she still re­mem­bered…

Parth Lakhani writes ro­man­tic com­edy, short sto­ries, and first-hand life ex­pe­ri­ences. His writ­ing has a per­fect blend of soul and quirk­i­ness. His style of sto­ry­telling will make things re­lat­able and will take you to a bit­ter­sweet ride in the lane of nos­tal­gia. Mar­ket­ing pro­fes­sional turned en­tre­pre­neur, a pas­sion­ate writer. A travel en­thu­si­ast and once in a week poet. He is of­ten seen pen­ning down his thoughts and shorts sto­ries on his word press blog. Just type, “Parth Lakhani at WordPress” on Google, to see his work. Foodie by heart and fit­ness con­scious, he’s lazy enough to not take any of them se­ri­ously.

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