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As I open my notepad to write, a few people I know cross my mind. I draw inspiration to pen stories based on their real lives.

Here are a few lines I drafted on each of them.

1. Vikrant finally gets the promotion he's been waiting for and hurriedly texts Tanya the good news only to backspace it later.

2. Arya continues to be seated in the audience while looking at the empty ground in front of her. The football match finished a while ago.

3. Kartik stands alone at the balcony staring at a homeless family living across the street as a mother nurses her child suffering from an illness.

4. Sunaina buys two tickets to a movie. The movie begins. The seat beside her remains empty.

5. Archit halts for a few minutes at the gate of his school while on his way to work. He doesn't talk to anyone. He does this everyday.

6. Viketa eyes the library situated in the adjacent building in the midst an office meeting.

Chuffed with the promotion, Vikrant begins to miss his wife who passed away from an ailment a few months ago.

Arya's bestfriend Vinod was a football captain at school before he moved abroad with his family. She felt close to him. He was the only friend she had.

Kartik moved away for work purposes. Living a life of luxury in the big city, he misses a family. He misses his mom the most.

Sunaina broke up with Raj a year ago. She disliked watching movies. He loved them. She still buys an extra ticket hoping the seat might not be empty this time.

Archit was an extrovert. He wonders if last benchers scream the way he did once with his large group of friends.

Viketa dreamt of becoming a writer. Unable to get a break, her financial woes take her to a 9 to 6.

My central characters don't chug down their feelings with alcohol or stomp them under cigarette butts. They're not poetry nor will ever be a part of one. They call themselves average people. They do not know each other yet a common feeling binds them together. Longing, for something that'll never return.

"No no Mimi we'll get drenched."
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"Just come." The next thing I know, I was standing in the middle of an empty street with rain pouring all over me while little Mimi giggled and began to play.
I joined in the merriment. The rain began to breed life into my system. My joy knew no bounds. I relived my childhood.
The rain stopped and I walked Mimi to her house. She asked me to come inside.
Mimi and I used a towel to dry ourselves
"Thank you Mimi I had a lovely time."
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"I had fun. You're not sad."
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"Yes, it's been a while."
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"Why are grown ups always sad?"
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"You'll know when you turn older."
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"But why do you stop doing things you love?"
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"Because..." I paused. I had no answer.

The little girl had imparted some wisdom. Why did I stop doing things I loved? In a bid to chase a mundane life and material needs, I had forgotten to live. I had forgotten to be happy. Happiness lied in simple things. How did I overlook that? Why did I abandon the child in me?
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"I won't now." I grabbed my coat, about to leave. "Where are you going?"
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"To write a story."
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"Could I get a cake again?"
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"Yes you can, I'll bake it myself." I had totally forgotten how much I loved to bake too. It was the reason I had opened a cake shop in the first place.

I walked out. It was pouring. I ditched my coat and let myself get drenched again. I began to do what I loved.

The darkness in the weather felt welcoming.

Here." She pulled out a Rubik's cube from her tiny bag.
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"Where did you get that from?"
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"Grandpa gave it to me. I was playing with it this afternoon but now I can't get the alignment back. Do you know how to do?"
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"Yes I do."
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And I spent the next half an hour playing with the cube and showing her some tricks to get the alignment back. I had completely forgotten my woes for a while. It was after a long time that I was doing something I enjoyed and felt happy about it.
"Do you have one?" She asked.
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"No, I haven't had one since I was 17."
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"But you're good, why did you stop?"
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'Because I grew up and got so caught up with grown up problems that I left all my hobbies in a lurch.'
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"Just..." I smiled and gently stroked her hair.
The downpour continued. She stretched her arm out and began to collect raindrops in her little palm.
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"Do you play in the rain?"
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"No, I don't like the rain."
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"Why not?"
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'I loved the rain once. The darkness in the atmosphere made me happy but now heavy rain means less business and the water seeps into the shop and...'
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"Just..." I gave her a faint smile.
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She grabbed my hand and asked me to join her. (Continued in part 3)

I was standing behind the counter of a cake shop, taking orders over the phone when little Mimi walked in with her grandfather.
I placed the phone down and greeted them with a smile. Mimi carefully eyed the cakes on display, pointed at the one she liked and looked at her grandfather.

He gave me a nod. I took the cake out of its slot and placed it over the counter. "What is the occasion?" I asked holding an icing bag in my hand.
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"It's my birthday," Mimi said with a smile.
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"Oh Happy Birthday Mimi! How old have you turned today?"
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"Seven" she gestured with her fingers.

I placed the cake along with seven candles into a box and gave it to her.
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"Thank you!" she said as her face broke into a smile. I exchanged a word with her grandfather before they walked out.
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'Kids find joy in the simplest of things, I thought to myself. It's only a cake after all...'
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My thoughts were broken when I received a call from a customer.
What started as a pleasant conversation soon turned into a heated argument over delivery and price issues.

Debates with customers always left me in a sour mood and to add to the woes, it began to rain heavily. Heavy rain in my village meant a slump in the sales with people choosing to stay indoors than leaving their houses to grab a bite.
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The situation continued the next day. I walked out of the shop and sat on the attached staircase, mindlessly looking at the downpour while a chain of worrisome thoughts began to fill my mind.

A while later I got up to walk inside just when I felt someone tugging at my shirt. I turned around and noticed that it was little Mimi.
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"Oh hello!" How was your birthday?"
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"It was nice. We had a party. The cake was nice too."
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"I'm glad you had fun." I playfully pulled her cheek.
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"Why are you so sad?" she asked.
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"Sad? Me? Nah, it's just a normal day."
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"No you're sad." Kids somehow get the inclination that something is wrong by merely an observation.
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'My life's in a mess, business is slow and the one guy I like doesn't reciprocate my feelings. I failed my driving test...'
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"Just having a bad day at work," I gave her a faint smile, not wanting to discuss my troubles and burdening the little mind.

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There's a wild wind that blows across the lake,
Blushing the sky, as it caresses it's nape,
The ancient ruins sing songs of it's sweet melody,
Nascent smell, floating about quietly,
The evening sun slowly settles down,
Leaving a tan on the ruin's crown,
Lake's Presincts holding on,
To many a things lost and found,
Just when the thoughts wander lose,
The little birdies chirp, and chirrup,
Flapping around the scape,
Excitedly they twitter, warble and whistle,
As the wild wind blows across the lake
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