One hobby which has not changed from childhood till now, is to read stories.

When I was young, I used to read stories published in magazines like Balhans, Nandan, Champak, then when I grew up a little, magazines like Grihobha, my friend took their place.

The big and small stories that came in the newspapers had also become a part of life.

Once I read a story on the cover of a newspaper that was incomplete on a book, now I felt so nervous to read it completely that I saw its date and asked a friend if I could find that newspaper at his house? He also searched for that newspaper for me and after reading the whole story I got peace of mind.

In college days, a Shimla writer used to print stories of 'Ahalya Singh' in Rajasthan magazine, she was my favorite. If there was social media in that time, it would have been very famous. I had cuttings of most of their stories. I searched for her a lot since I understood to go to internet, but I could not find her.

I don't know since when I started looking for stories in people's faces while reading stories. Often looking at strangers I used to make up stories about what would be going on in their lives.

This series is going on...

Saw a picture of a girl while strolling on Facebook about 2 years ago of turmeric rituals. Very cute girl just like a little cute baby.

I couldn't stop myself and reached on her timeline and found out that she has written a book which has been liked by many people. Poems write more intense than their lovely face.

There were some pre wedding photo shoot photos in which that girl and her fiancee looked made for each other. My heart is my heart, I gave her lots of blessings and returned.

After a few days I remembered that girl again, searched for her and found out she got married. Watch the love photos and dance videos of the wedding and give a little more blessings, then I am back.

Then some 2-4 months passed and I thought again, found again. This time I could not remember his name. I remembered the name of the book written by her, searched from her and reached her timeline again...

But what is this...

There were no posts from the past months, all the wedding photos and videos were missing. Every memory related to the fiancee was missing. What happened suddenly... They were perfect couple, both were so happy, what would have happened then...

I was getting so nervous to know what happened when I didn't even know that girl.

I saw her profile many times in a year, my anxiety was so much that I used to see the profile of the boy with whom she got married, but I felt disappointed. Don't know what you guys will call this.

Just a few days ago, I was happy that she came back, new poems with new look but full of sadness

The happiest thing was when I saw her in a picture with her husband, that's her fiancee. My blessings have come true.

I felt like scolding both of them and asking ′′ Where did you go and what had happened?"

But they don't even know that someone was restless for them.

There are many people I care about, whose stories draw me towards myself, whose sorrows and happiness I want to share.

Probably because I like stories and every person is a moving story.