11:11? What a stupid wish-granting factory reset ⏳

Scene I 

Lights Camera Pen☀️ 

How lonely and lovely at the same time,

To live in a castle of own,

How strange and fluffy 

The winds from roof

Where rain keeps showering 

Like dancing along.

I keep singing poems

While doing the laundary 

And hanging the clothes to go dry

Some lose their charms

Some crankles, some run 

Some turn out from black to greyyyyyyyy!

I tip toe the work I

Like it's an art!

It's always always better to do work this way.

It's easy, and lovely 

And as Mary⁵ and Bert⁶ says, 

"Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious."¹

The people around notice nothing unusual as they're part of their own musicals. The kids love splashing in lakes, the women complete their everyday chores sharing emotions like an art, men walk around with an umbrella so dark making sure they hide their emotions, strangers both men and women whistle along (some hidden, most vague), cats own the roads and walk like Hadid sisters on Victoria's last ramp walk, leaves rustle around of various kinds - banana, peepal, palm, mango, etc., and names I could never pronounce. The situation resembles just like my name with Moon and Jazz, and it's still so hard to hear from those who know.

In India this week, people from the Hindu religion celebrate Diwali with lights and hope. I sit and admire the fire around that flickers and flickers and burns down so fast, just like the hope in my heart. The fire has always been kind to me, as its beauty reminds me of life. Ammi asks me to stay away from fire as she cares that I might burn my skin again. But how does she know, the burnt scars have growths of voids of the lover's freckles. I place lipstick marks on cheeks full of freckles; it turns my fiancé's head. He laughs near the lake, admiring the green ducks, while I tell him my new poetry is about him. He knows I play games with words and only cares when I have to share some gifts. I've been so smart when it comes to books and dumb when it comes to introverts. He swims, plays golf, and surfs alone on the shore of death shores. No wonder he loves admiring green ducks that play along in the lakes of the campus. He makes a list of my favorite books and pens and never fails to remove number 11 from the serial number, exactly how builders do with the 13th floor in buildings. The 11th isn't an unlucky number, neither does it have any dark magic attached; he hates 11:11(just a time on clock), useless concepts for practical knowledge that work down in his lane. The 11th was the number I hated the most, for my name belonged to the land of some mistress in the list of a friendly foe. 

A story untold, yet one that unravels with time, is as delightful as unwrapping a letter. I have felt quite numb, as I have had to force myself to eat to sustain this new life. 

A new life? It's scary, challenging, but fulfilling, with God who has subtracted the rogues(those who pretend to be something else). The sweet breeze near the trees, the happily whispering academia, the birds, the lakes, my fiance, the Monty, efficiency in Excel sheets, my patience, the evaluations, and those last-moment tasks: the place offers all the fun, alongside skeptical and often creative remarks.

I brushed my eyes with hands too rough, and had to visit the hospital wing; the authority arranged a cab, and the comforting medicine induced a long sleep.

A bitter taste of small medicines led to long hours of sleep. Finally! A long sleep after a long walk. Irrespective of anything at all, I believe water and sleep to be the greatest gift for humans.

 

From a room of my own to Management Palace, from the lecture hall to the Ramanujan Hostel Mess, from the Academic block to Mohan da's tuck shop, life keeps happening in a beautiful way. The placement happened, the final marks were uploaded, and the desktop got changed, giving my eyes a rest for a while. Monty⁴ disappeared into the daldal of his own habitat while his kids were scary enough to keep us wary of the empty roads, much like the harm done by foes disguised as friends in the backstroke of our pasts. 

Terrible things happen, to shape our presence into a terrific experience, for what is lost is never returned in the ways we expect. It returns in an extraordinary manner, like the broken cup after the children start attaching the broken parts with molten wax. 

Once a cup, now a unique antique candle. ✨ 🕯️☕

Once a person with eroded hope, now a human with divine love.🌸

Henceforth, to live and lead a life of wonders, prepare to face the storms, whirlpools, and of course seashores (as he says), fire, and unexpected twisted turns of life, for you've to be the broken cup, to be reshaped into some antique showpiece; for that, you have to be 100 years old. Experiences, time, faith, and management - all these take one to be exceptional!

So, beware of you; the haunting and ghastly stays within. 

Win over you, to win over YOU. 🌸

Scene II

MOON IRON ACTION 📸 

How lonely and lovely at the same time,

To live in a castle of own,

How soft and comforting 

The texture of clothes

after the ironing 

Like babies sleep in a cardle

Silent and lovely,

Indeed not lonely 

For their dreams are full of colours!

I pray tonight 

To have a heart 

As pure as birds and them.

For Allah knows better

Thay this will lead 

to the best mountains in heaven,

And of course the contentment on Earth!

The dreamers, believers, strangers, atheists, kafirs, lovers, losers, hypocrites, balanced ones, thoughtless ones, sane ones - all insane ones each belong to a world of specific, pretty unique stories, compiled into one giant story. Little do we do, lots we ignore, least do we live, and share kindness and love. What for? Think again. 

Are we living our kahani???

If not, go live, write, capture flowers, videograph the stinking lake and write to the municipality, wrote an ugly story, make a blog too...

If one reads, one views, you've got one critique (Hope it's not Ego² from Pixar³)

Who cares?

I do, and please share the link with me and I'll share it in the group saying, ''share this art with 5 people to get surprise in next 0.0001 seconds exactly at 11:11."

Light 💡 Camera 🎥 Pen 🖋️ 

...'Pack Up' for now as we have to finish the mango yoghurt. Blueberry yoghurt tastes exactly like moss, and stinking memories... (Maybe in some other story)! People's intrusion truly makes special things lose their flavor forever. What a shame! Poor us, for giving them our trust, only to have them trample on our face and hearts with rusted iron boots, which resembles their ugly hearts. 

And for other favours....let me think.

...to be continued.

...Because the adventures and the stories never end.✨☕❄️

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Reference List: 🪞

1. Sherman, Richard M., and Robert B. Sherman. "Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious." Mary Poppins, Walt Disney Productions, 1964.

According to the Oxford English Dictionary, "Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious" is defined as "a word used to describe something that is fantastic or extraordinary." In the context of the film Mary Poppins, the song "Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious" celebrates the joy of language and the power of words.

2. Ego is a character from the Pixar movie Ratatouille (2007), voiced by Ian Holm. He is the strict food critique.

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3. Pixar Animation Studios is a renowned animation studio known for producing beloved films like Toy Story, Finding Nemo, and Ratatouille.

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4. Monty is a monitor lizard living in IIM Kolkata campus, Kolkata.

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5. Mary Poppins

Movie: "Mazry Poppins" (1964) Dir. Robert Stevenson. Walt Disney Productions.

Played by: Julie Andrews

Description: Mary Poppins is a magical and mysterious nanny who brings joy and discipline to the Banks children. With her unique blend of no-nonsense practicality and supernatural abilities, she teaches the children valuable life lessons and helps them develop their imaginations.

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6. Bert

Movie: "Mary Poppins" (1964) Dir. Robert Stevenson. Walt Disney Productions.

Played by: Dick Van Dyke

Description: Bert is a cheerful and charismatic chimney sweep who befriends the Banks children and becomes a frequent visitor to their lives. He's a talented performer and a bit of a free spirit, often breaking into song and dance. Bert is a loyal friend to Mary Poppins and the Banks family, and he plays an important role in helping the children learn valuable lessons.

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