From The Quill of Suranya

I have often heard that am obsessed with happy endings. But I wonder. What is truly that One story like? A love that culminates into forever? Or a love that doesn't? They say the greatest love is often incomplete like Romeo Juliet, Heer Ranjha, Laila Majnu, Sahiba Mirza and even tales from our epics like the love of Ram Sita, Kanha Radha and Shiva Sati. So where is love triumphing in those tales? Being in Love doesn't really mean you always end up together in a pitch perfect story, get married or have kids and tell your grandkids this story of your life. It means the love you feel is a happy one. It can be any kind of love, for someone, something, some place, attachment, or even yourself. The one story you carry in your heart is memories to cherish all life and not lessons, is the One Love you seek. It often means living your dream, your entire story in the littlest moments of love. Happy endings don't mean ending up together with someone. It means finding yourself in a new...

 O Time, do riddle me this. Is your flow a boon or a curse? Why is keeping pace a must? Why can't I just stop for a view? Not care if I am flowing with you? They say you turn luck and fate,  This shall pass; things won't be the same.  The ever-changing wheel is an assurance. But ever did they think,  That it turns sooner to the good,  Ends things that you hold dear;  People, places, memories and mood.  "Everything happens for the better"  They often make such tall claims. How do they know who flows with it? Time never promises the same. ~ Suranya

"Forgive those who don't even seek forgiveness!" Poor Thing! Can't even dare to face their own mistakes! How could they face you? ~ Suranya

The blazing sun had withered away greenery. The scorching heat had dried her completely. She stared at the blue sky sadly. As he passes by, a white cotton ball in the sky. He had fallen for her that day. Her withered flaws didn't matter to him. Her nurturing nature made him want to return to her. But how could the cloud touch the earth? How could they possibly meet? God smiled at his creations. Come the season, he turned grey, in love with her who awaited his return. The thunder announced his homecoming as he turned into raindrops. She had welcomed him with open arms. To do away with her flaws and complete her. He, in turn, was loaded with so much, he found relief in her. But at last the sun shone again; drop by drop, she was left behind as he returned to his journey. But he promised to come back as rain whenever she needed him to. Never to stay, though. Their duties permitted no forevers. The Earth always awaited his return. ~ Suranya

The Queen was proud. Her twelve-year-old was going to war. A Mother's hand shook at the tilak. The Mother's love had won over the Rajputani heart! ~ Suranya

She lost him in the war. Tricked by the own.  His son's fingers held hers. She knew he was home. ~ Suranya

He Bowed. Not before the Mighty Mughals. Not before his rivals. Not before impossible dreams. But only... Before her. Every time she reached in vain To Do His Tilak. Because even if he was the Maharana. She was The Wife! ~ Suranya