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Nitin K. Ravi

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Nitin K. Ravi

मैच भारत जरूर जीत गया लेकिन भारत ने 150 से कम स्कोर किया
इसलिए ये भारत की नैतिक हार है😀
भारतीय टीम को जल्द से जल्द वर्ल्ड कप छोड़ घर आ आना चाहिए 🙄🫣

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©Nitin K. Ravi #लोकसभा2024 #INDAIliance #justsaying #Humour #masti #Comedy #election2024
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और जो हाथ मिले थे, वो एक दिन बिछड़ गए...

©Nitin K. Ravi
  Nothing is permanent, everything fades, so the memories....
#Broken💔Heart #BreakUp #Love #SAD

Nothing is permanent, everything fades, so the memories.... Broken💔Heart BreakUp Love SAD

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Ecoes of Life...

When he was born, some remarked that he bore a striking resemblance to his maternal grandfather. However, they pondered over the mystery of his complexion, as everyone else in the family had fair skin, unlike his darker tone.

At the age of 3½, he ventured into the realm of schooling. Teachers often praised his intellect but urged him to rein in his mischievous tendencies.

During a visit from a relative, concerns were raised about his underweight stature, prompting his mother to embark on a mission to fortify him with daily doses of milk and eggs, which he reluctantly accepted.

His first dalliance with love occurred at 17, only to find that the girl of his affection was already committed with someone.

At 22, he faced failure in his second year of B.Com due to his perpetual struggle with accounting. Despite his inclination towards the arts, he remained unable to articulate his desires when questioned by his parents.

At 25, another failed romantic pursuit ensued. Eventually, at 27, he found himself betrothed through a matrimonial arrangement facilitated by a WhatsApp group, tying the knot at 28.

At thirty-nine, his son mirrored his academic struggles, leading to murmurs of 'like father, like son.' His demanding job burdened him with tasks beyond his capabilities, contributing to his growing sense of discontent. Discord lingering from past conflicts strained his marital harmony, further exacerbating his personal turmoil.

As he reached seventy-three, his once-lustrous hair began to wane, and forgetfulness crept in. Family members advised him to embrace the limitations of old age.

At seventy-nine, the joy of becoming a grandfather for the second time was tempered by concerns over his health, as fears of diabetes loomed. Suggestions to refrain from excessive physical exertion due to age-related vulnerabilities left him feeling self-conscious and toothless.

Finally, at eighty-three, the specter of mortality loomed large as he sensed the presence of the inevitable 'Yamdoots' at his doorstep. He is accompanied by his son, who is disappointed for leaving the business meeting. Outside the ventilator, his wife wept, gazing upon him. As he closed his eyes for the last time, he wondered if in death, he might find respite from the regrets of a life.

It was too late when he realised all the things he regret and all the things he wanted and never got , it all happened because he listened to everyone except his own self

©Nitin K. Ravi
  Ever wondered about the echoes of conformity in your own life? #SAD #Life #sad_feeling #SadLife #Love

Ever wondered about the echoes of conformity in your own life? SAD Life sad_feeling SadLife Love

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Unspoken Bond


"I've always fancied girls who can make me feel young, both physically and emotionally. So, someone around 19-25 will do. Can I have one?" he pondered aloud in the dimly lit brothel. "I've hardly seen men going for immature ones," the Madamé retorted, to which he remained silent. "Bhagat, get him Celine," she instructed the man standing behind her. Bhagat motioned for him to follow, leading him through a passage to a room where Celine awaited. She appeared young, likely in her twenties, with dark hair, parted in the middle, big, dark, kohl-lined eyes, and a dimple on her left cheek. Tall with fair complexion, she wore a purple top, her lips as red as roses with cherry-like lip gloss. As they arrived, he noticed Bhagat and Celine exchanging glances before he was ushered in.

Upon entering the room, he was struck by a painting on the wall, triggering a flood of memories. Shaking off the sensation, he found Celine sitting on the bed, legs parted, inviting him. After some awkward glances, she began to undress. "Let's break some walls today," he interjected before she could fully undress. "Sir, we are whores, and whores are not allowed to build walls around them, so there are no walls to break," she responded firmly. "But I see many," he countered, locking eyes with her. "We aren't allowed to make peace, do what you have come here for, and leave, mister," she insisted. He smiled, lighting a cigarette, and remarked, "I've been with many prostitutes, but you are different." "Everyone says the same," she laughed. "But not everyone makes you feel the same," he replied instantly. "Sir, prostitutes are not allowed to fall in love," she stated, meeting his gaze. "But men are allowed to fall in love with prostitutes," he reasoned. "There is hardly anyone left to fall in love with."

A heavy silence enveloped the room until she finally spoke. "The walls of this room have witnessed enough chaos, tranquility, and different shades of skin" "We're more alike than you think," he admitted after a moment's reflection. "Have you also sold your body?" she inquired softly. "No, but I once fell in love with someone," he confessed tearfully and after a pause continued "She was fond of buying portraits. She had the same painting that hangs on the wall of this room. I've been to this brothel many times, but I've never seen the painting before. When I did, it reminded me of her." She grasped his hand tightly, offering solace. 

Taking a long drag of his cigarette, he asked, "Don't you dream of being free?" "Dreaming is pleasant until it clashes with reality," she replied, turning away to reveal belt marks on her back, remnants of a failed escape attempt. "People usually come here for a little fun after work, to feel loved, or to satisfy their lust," she continued after a pause. "Everyone wants to love and be loved," he remarked. "Not everyone. We're not even allowed to mention that word, let alone wish for it," she asserted. "It's ironic how someone who makes others feel loved isn't allowed to dream of it," he mused. "Shall we proceed with why we're here?" she interrupted the silence, to which he responded, "No, I don't feel like having sex with you." "Then what do you feel?" she inquired. "I feel like I need love, not sex," he confessed and kept 3000 ₹ on bed. "Sir, I think you're in the wrong place. You can leave now," she insisted, returning the money he had left on the bed. "Let's hope we won't meet again," she added, turning away without meeting his gaze. "Why?" he asked. "Because it would be painful for you, and peaceful for me," she replied. 

"We'll meet again, in a world where there's fear but also courage. Selling your skin takes courage. Standing up for yourself takes even more." Saying that, he placed the money in a drawer near the door and exited the room.

©Nitin K. Ravi
  Unspoken Bond

#Love #sad_feeling #Broken #ishq #Dard #Pain #SAD
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Definitely at times, home is not the place where you can go...
#Life #Home #SAD #Love

Definitely at times, home is not the place where you can go... Life #Home #SAD Love

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Some dates are unforgettable, No matter how many years have passed but that date will always remind you about the memories that actually never fades 

08/11/----

©Nitin K. Ravi
  Some dates...
#sad_feeling #Emotional
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Prem ya Jeevan
#Love #BreakUp #Zindagi #sad_feeling
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"What is the rate?" asked the guy on his bike.
"7500 For a Single Night,Fixed rate Sir."
The Middle aged woman bargained.
She was A Prostitute,Yes she was.She used to sell pleasure,She used to sell attention,She used to sell her Body.Her Body used to be with different people every night but her soul belonged to that one person she was married to, her Paralysed Husband.
"Honey I am Home."
She kissed his forehead while he complimented her outfit as she looked beautiful in A Typical Saree. For Him she was a Call centre worker with the night shifts,Little did he know The dark secrets within.
"It's so bad that you have to work so hard for me.How was the work though?"
He asked her while her face turned pale.
"Oh It was good,I am getting promotion next week."
She tried to fake a smile knowing that promotion means increment in her charge per night.
"I Love You and thank You so much for what you are doing for us."
He hugged her tightly while tears escaped her eyes.
"Why are You crying?"
He asked with a worried face.
"Just something went in my eyes."
She lied while he Blowed air on her eyes which ended up in a sweet Kiss.
All The sufferings she goes through every night vanished in a flash.

©Nitin K. Ravi
  AN IDEAL WIFE

#Love #SAD #SadStorytelling #Life #romance #Feel
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"I was really worried that you wouldn't have the courage to see me marry someone else. But I'm actually grateful for that," She expressed with a concerned expression.
"You looked absolutely stunning. I couldn't take my eyes off you," he confessed.
"Do you hate me?" she asked, peering into his kind eyes.
"For marrying someone else?" he replied with a slight smile on his lips.
"No, for leaving you like this," she tearfully admitted.
"There are moments when I wish I could hate you, but you're such an amazing person that even when I feel hate, it quickly transforms into love," his eyes welled up with tears too.
"Promise me that you'll marry someone else and find happiness," she pleaded, tears streaming down her face.
"I promise to find happiness. I have countless memories of you, of us. This lifetime is too short. I'll wait for you to be with me again. I'll wait for 'us'," he responded bravely.
"No, you should marry another girl soon. I know you'll make her feel special every day. You know what gifts to buy for her. You're so lovable; you know how to love and be loved. Don't waste that love within you. Let another girl, like me, experience heaven in the embrace of your love," her voice remained full of affection, further increasing his worries.
"I will certainly marry. Time will pass, and I won't hold onto you, though your memories will always hold onto me. I will find a girl like you, hold onto her, and she will love me too. All my worries will vanish when I have a daughter in your name," he smiled and assured her.
"Won't you ask me why I married to my parents choice?" she inquired.
"How could I, when I know the reason you broke up with me us because you wanted to be loyal to our parents? You're a kind-hearted girl, scared to hurt anyone," He said with a broken smile.
"I've hurt you more than anyone else," she sobbed.
"It's okay, because you love me more than anyone else. Promise me you won't think about me and hurt yourself," he consoled her, seeking her promise.
"I will think about you, but you won't hurt me. You're so amazing that I love you in a way that you could never hurt me," she responded.
"I was so worried that you wouldn't have the courage to marry someone else, but I'm glad you did. I wish you a happy married life!" he said, with a smile on his lips and a tear in his eye, bidding her his final farewell.

©Nitin K. Ravi
  The last meet

#goodbye #Love #romance #BreakUp #SAD #short_Story #onesidedlove
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She: I understand that you won't accept my proposal, but can we at least remain friends?

He: My dear, throughout my life, my colleagues have always praised me for being a good friend, and my closest companions have considered me the best. However, at the age of 33, after experiencing two breakups and a divorce, I no longer believe that I possess the qualities of a good friend. I am unable to recognize the things I like, love, or even hate about myself. Given my emotional detachment and lack of friendship, would you be willing to be friends with someone who is not even a friend to himself?If yes then you are wasting your life if no then please leave me alone now...'Akele aane ke beech aur akele jaane ke beech kabhi toh main akela rehna seekh liya... Bas ab kisi ki zarurat hi nahi lagti'

©Nitin K. Ravi
  ALONE
#smoking #Broken #Love #Break #romance #Shayari #HeartBreak
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