Raviraj Mishra | Author

Science says human beings are born with one heart and one brain. But I believe, we humans are born with more than one heart!. Do I sound crazy? But I request you to not judge me yet. We are born with more than one heart, Actually we are born with a box full of hearts. And the quality of our life we live depends upon how many hearts we are left with in our box. Let me put some light on this. It was a day of December, Chilling was the environment and people were seen with their sweaters on.  The evening was hard to inhale, my skin turned cold and pale. I remained at home instead of roaming in the town and the last thing I wanted was to put my naked feet on the ground.  My Grandfather walked in holding the stick with his shivering hands. He jumped on the bed just like a small kid and folded his arms tight just like a rubber band. He looked at me and asked “Do you need some bhajiya(snacks) with some garam Chai(Hot tea)?”. I was always ready because the next thing with the snacks 

‘One day I will become what you wanted me to become. I will be losing all my flaws and wearing the essence of love you gave me every second of your life’ . Rajat wrote this line on a piece of paper with a lot of other words eager to describe his love for his mother. “There is no flight available for next 8 hours, I am sorry but It would take at-least one more day to reach Mumbai” said Emily. Rajat was still staring at the paper with his lips curved in a smile born of sorrow. He took out his pen and wrote ‘ Maybe I was incapable of showing my love but I know you always looked into my heart and found the love which was only meant for you .’ “Please book my tickets as soon as possible, I will go home and pack my stuff. ” said Rajat Rajat left his office and drove towards his place. On the way he shed his tears remembering the memories with his mother. With one hand on the steering wheel he checked his phone. He scrolled through the photo gallery, looking at the pictures of his

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“Can we have a dinner together ?” was all I could ask. The day of the my so called date started all smooth making me shiver from morning to noon. My heart kept pacing whenever she entered my thought and my heart would stop whenever she left my mind. All day I was at my edge planning, trying, waiting for the time when I would be meeting her all alone. It was 6 in the evening and I had started to get all dress up to impress. I wear the best cologne and the best dress I purchased. I had it all ready and planned, wishing to please her by putting all the efforts I can. We planned to meet at 8, at the oldest restaurant of the town. You know I just couldn’t take any chance of anything going wrong. It served the best food was all I knew and I tasted it twice before even asking her out. The time finally arrived and I reached the restaurant just an hour before it was the time. I held a gift I had bought for her and nervously started eating my nails looking at the other couple wishing i

I had this feeling that whoever smokes is a  bad person  unless I became one. It started from  hating cigarettes  to  loving cigarettes  to  hating them  again. A box of cigarettes is what a part of my life story revolves around. I saw them in the hands of my crush making me feel anxious to know if she smoked and angry to find out, yes what if she smokes. Than I had a question playing with my mind whether it is rational to judge her for what she is? will I stop liking her if she smokes? It started making sense that if she smokes, its her choice and its her life. She should get the privilege to choose what she wants . After that, the box of cigarettes in her hand never disturbed me again and I started to fall in love with boldness she would present. And than one day I was sitting with her in my alone time. talking to her about life’s crisis and fame, when she reached for her bag and slipped her hand inside it to get the box of cigarettes with a lighter this time. I saw her

There is a truth I hide deep into my heart.  I wish someday you read it accidentally, and then you ask me about it with a surprise in your tone. At that time, I am sure I won’t be able to speak. I would keep my eyes down and all my words to me which I could ever speak. There is a story I want to tell you. I wish someday you sit with me and listen to it, and then you start asking me about the girl I described.  At that time, I am sure I will say, I wasn’t able to describe her completely she is much more beautiful then I could ever think. There is a picture in my heart I want to show you. I wish someday you get a chance to see it., and then you will smile and say “Oh God! Its me”. At that time, Looking at your smile I would feel a wave of happiness rushing in my heart, making me calm, entering my brain and then finally advising me to say. “you are the one, I could ever love.” 

How important are intuitions in our life ?. Do they really exist? Does everyone has intuitions in them and if yes then is everyone aware about it? There is a line “We must follow our intuitions because that will help us to reach our goals”. I am sure we all have heard this from someone or we have read a quote about it. And I am also sure that we all come across various questions related to intuitions. Recently I came across some ideas which clearly answer the basic questions about intuitions and they are worth sharing. What are Intuitions ? Steve Jobs  said “ Have the courage to follow your heart and  intuition . They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary ” . At a certain point in life we all find that we are confused and indecisive about what exactly we want in our life. There are conditions which effect our decisions like while selecting a career most of us have to think about our parents, relatives and sometimes w

It was an awkward situation for Neha to watch Suraj confessing his feelings. This had happened to her many times and that made it a more turmoil situation. Most of his words bounce high over her and she couldn’t even hold the flow of the proposal he was making. Only thing playing with her mind was Shruti’s suggestion to stay at home and not to meet Suraj again and then in a few days she would get married and everything will be sorted after that. But Neha decided to meet him one last time and clear eveything. They both had feelings for each other but it was Suraj who wasn’t ready to give up on her. He was more concerned about the ways to stop Neha’s wedding while Neha on the other hand was more concerned about her parents. “Suraj !” She said after recollecting all her energy. “Yes Neha ” “I am really not sure if this is right or it is the biggest mistake of my life but in any  circumstances I cannot oppose my parent’s decision. My heart is not ready for this, Its seems like my h

I still have some words to speak.  Some words that can describe my thoughts and flatter all the divinity. I still have some feelings to express.  Feeling,  which are seeds of love and ocean of tears. I still have some stories to tell. Stories of a war, Brutal was my mind ; showed no mercy to heart. I still have some seeds to plant.  Fruits of which would have taste of love. I still have some doors to close and some to open.  Doors which have locked the sunshine and the doors which invited the darkness. I still have some songs to sing.  Songs of my praise and love to myself. I still have a life to live.  A life for which I struggled so far, made myself deserving and learnt the essence of it.. Raviraj Mishra