Lessons of Life (LOL)

"I'm going away" I said to my Lord. He just sat there on his regular stone slap with the snake crawling around his neck. His hair adorned with the glistening moon and his expressions as calm and blissful as ever. None of that would change, even if I leave. "You listen to my prayers and just forget them." I justified after waiting for him to ask me why, while he hadn't. I waited for a minute for him to protest or at least tell me to stay but he just sat there with an innocent smile, blinking at me. Was he not bothered because I could change nothing? Enough. I turned around and walked exactly three steps in the direction away from him. He didn't stop me even then. I myself abruptly stopped. He still sat there looking at me as if I were singing his praises. I turned to him and walked four steps towards him. "Won't you stop me ?" I asked him, aggravated. He blinked at me.  "Have you forgotten I exist?" I aske

“You set fire to my hair!” he screamed, all drenched in water she had poured over him in an attempt to stop the fire. “Duh! You needed a haircut anyways!” she said, shrugging, with a laid back attitude. “Oh and you have done some miserable stuff too, okay?” she shouted, back, suddenly becoming energetic of having something to shield herself in this battle of words. “Ya!” he said dramatically “like, taking care of you when you had fever last week?” “Oh, sarcasm is hitting the floor! Hey, do you remember who was about to wax off my eyebrow?” she replied with a frown. Analytical silence enveloped the air for a few seconds around them before she faintly smiled, trying not to let it show. He was looking back at her and noticed her beautiful smile. He couldn’t help but let his tickling bone take control. And he laughed hard right at her face in the middle of the argument. The infectious giggle didn’t take a lot of time to get to her too. “You would look beautiful, an

I sat alone in the dark shivering. My hands by my side not even trying to rub my arms warm. My legs, weak in bones dumped on the floor. There was absolutely no attempt on my behalf to feel better from this miserable state. My eyes were fixed on the floor but my thoughts wandered about from one strain to another.  So lost, I didn't even notice my Lord Shiva in front of me. "What do you think you are doing?" he asked me. My numb eyes gazed upon him, as I lifted my face, making evident the tear running down my chin. He was sitting with folded legs like I was. His chin in his hands as his elbows resting on his thighs. He gazed at me with his innocent expression and a calm smile.  "Why is Khyati crying?" he questioned, softly. I let a feeble smile be shown and said with my trembling lips " no, Khyati is not crying". "Then what is she doing?" asked my Lord as he knelt before my face. With a fainted smile, I casually a