On the floor of washroom
made me scare
I looked and checked
What it was?

It was the shadow of
cobweb hanging from the ceiling of washroom

Looked me
Like the painful past
Whose shadow in present
Creates an uneasiness in life

World seems still to me
No leaf movement
No wind is blowing
Silence is broken by the call of a watchman
             "   Jagte Raho"

A beautiful book mark
Between the pages of book
of my life

A silent music in the silence of students
Their heart rhythm more than normal
It feels as if they are in deep meditation
Their pens are dancing with the warmth of breathing
Some pens are doodling on the corner of question papers

Light direction create the double shadows on the wall of examination hall make a unique piece of art

Tick tick sounds of clock seems very fast to them

They were smiling and laughing
Looking at me
I thought
"Is it on me?"

My mind diverted me
"Don't find hidden agenda behind laughing faces"

My dupatta around her neck
Hanged my sling purse

Walked  with little feet
Feeling like a teacher

It's an ordinary thing for me
It's great thing happening to her

"You are my friendly teacher"
A great compliment happened to me

Coffee offered
to get a favour from me

Tasted bitter for many days