Colors of life

  She scanned the living room frantically looking for him. He was nowhere to be seen. Where could he possibly have gone to at this time? The guests had just started to pour in. Soon everyone will be here. She had to find him fast. She scurried through the hallway to the stairs as fast as her feet could take her up the flight of stairs into their bedroom. She opened the door of their bedroom only to find no trace of him there.  She rushed to his office cum library room in case he had forgotten they had guests coming over tonight and decided to feed the bookworm in him. Well, he better not or he sure would have to bear the brunt of it.  The hint of the rising anger soon turned to concern as he was not be found there either. She searched each and every nook and corner of their two-storied villa which they had so lovingly and heartedly built together. They called it their dream house. And indeed it was. He had worked day and night to make this dream come true. And ...

Dear You. Yes you who are reading this. Don't look so puzzled. I know you are wondering why am I addressing this letter to you of all people. Well, because I know that you will listen to what I have to say and help me. Or will at least give a thought about it. Who am I? And why do I need your help? Well, I am just one of you. Or you can say in everyone of you. It's how you perceive me. I am around since years but I die a premature death every year by each one of you to be born again next year. Every year you promise to take care of me, nurture me, hold on to me and pamper me. Instead, you end up neglecting me, avoiding me, make fun of me and eventually forgetting me and letting me slide beneath your fingers like dry sand. None of you have lived upto your promise till now and I'm utterly dissappointed in you after giving you so many chances to prove yourself. I understand I dont play an important role in your life as much as other factors but what bothers me is the fact t...