HIGHLIGHTS UNIVERSE

A WALK TO REMEMBER [ PART 1- PART 16]

2019-10-19T09:06:00.000-07:00

A WALK TO REMEMBER

THE STORY UNTOLD : PART 16

2019-10-19T01:25:00.000-07:00

THE STORY UNTOLD PART 16

And night and get lost together. it won't matter where we will end up ,as long as we are together .

people listen :- Any man can fuck anybody, feed and buy shits but it takes a real man to help her become a better woman to build with him and work with him in building a better life . Cheating changes the dynamic of a relationship, usually for the worst. When one partner in a couple is unfaithful the bond of trust existing between them suffers; even in those couples who discuss the past infidelity openly and decide to move beyond it there often remains a lingering hesitation. Cheating often causes great emotional pain, perhaps even self-doubt and, at times, an apprehension of future relationships. These are some of the emotional effects of cheating. But the most common reason for cheating is found in the physical rather than the emotional aspect of one’s being. Be with someone who you dont have to hide from, in any way. Whether its your morning face before you've put your make up on, an embarrassing story to tell about something that happened on your way home, or an ambition you've had since you were six make sure you end up with someone who knows all of it and still loves you. A person you can tell your whole life to is a person worth spending a life with. some talk to you in their free time and some free their time to talk to you . know the difference and Respect people who find time for you in their busy schedule, but love people who never look at their schedule when you need them . so never be too busy for the people you love . never allow pursuits or possessions to become bigger priorities than your relationships. love is what gives meaning to life . This is what I know. Don’t settle for 40, 50, or even 80 percent. A relationship - it shouldn’t be too small or too tight or even a little scratchy. It shouldn’t take up space in your closet out of guilty conscience or convenience or a moment of desire. Do you hear me? It should be perfect for you. It should be lasting. Wait. wait for 100 percent .

THE STORY UNTOLD : PART 15

2019-10-19T01:22:00.000-07:00

THE STORY UNTOLD PART 15

When you're kissing me and you stopped kissing me for a sec and grinned and kissed again I can't consider something more wonderful than that. The spot of Kantipur starts with a lot of sentiment and energy ,warmth and enthusiasm on your arms and onto our private world .

it merited recalling just like a total new encounter and the minor accident on the moment added a sign for it to be more memorable . What's more, That kiss on that heavy crowded busy streets made me realize later we cares for nobody outta there and then the day after You got yourself preparing to return home. When i was little i thought love was red roses and expensive dinners... truth is, love is giving her half your Fries when she Said she wasnt hungry. Love is waking up at 4am to her snoring and refraining from shoving her off the bed. It is talking in accents just for shits, and trying to embarrass one another in public. Its going on adventures, and making fun of each other. Its stupid fights and memorable make ups. Love isnt pretty and Romantic... love is just stumbling through life with your loved ones. Later after that incident you daily gave me a sign that you want me , that you want my sleepy confused look when i wake up. you want to be the warmth that fills the space in my bed . you want to be the shits my fingers crave at night;the blanket that wraps around me all night. you want love to be simple. you want to trust without thinking. you want to be generous with my affection and patience and love unconditionally. I want you to be a massive weirdo with me and stays up really late getting wasted and having profound conversations and morning sleep soaked eyes dream drenched voice,lazy bones'five more minutes babe'. apart going for long drives without destination I also want them to be able to calm the fuck down and shut up and not feel like they need to fill the silence with pointless banter and just cuddle till we fall asleep. for now the only thing i can say i want to travel the world with you,catch sunsets, kiss you on the top of every mountain we climb,take pictures of you,watch the stars on an empty field,run through rain, days

THE STORY UNTOLD : PART 14

2019-10-19T01:20:00.000-07:00

THE STORY UNTOLD PART 14

To be mean to the point that minute. I searched for the watch it was at that point 5 am I disconnected the call , prepared myself and while in transit to her place I got a few presents and reached her place early morning .

got her a present alongside a regret letter . we at that point went out for a morning meal . Seeing her face I could not hold back to arrange a high temp water lemon on the absolute first . we went through an hour about the circumstance and the condition that leads us to misconception . she clarified everything . she is being tormented and is being coerced by some individual and guaranteed me that everything will end and will be fine . I dropped her to her place and returned back home . it was 25 th of june . soon thereafter she in order to make the circumstance quiet she had no choices to deny different requests and offer to visit the absolute person. A day after we got a whole day to spend a quality time together .we went to a restros right off the bat in the morning to feel the morning vibes ,spend all day getting lost in ourself holding each other and emotions all around us. she holded my hands the entire time . The light delicate kiss each and every moment was an indication of all is well and everthing will be fine . after wards we strolled just about 8 km then after had food and smile and laugh easily with one another . everything was sheltered and great . each day she was out there for me . The most noteworthy one on the off chance that I need to review- The one you waited on that bridge as I was late for right around 10 minutes as a result of surprising traffic . out of the blue gathering, the general population in transit made the two of us astounded . we again went to the spot to review the contentions that we had on the absolute first day.

THE STORY UNTOLD : PART 13

2019-10-19T01:17:00.000-07:00

THE STORY UNTOLD PART 13

The moment made me realise i should not have wanted love to be simple ,i should not have trusted her without thinking .loving unconditionally being generous with my affection and patience was my mistake.she never realized i want to love the whole person ,not parts, and this is how i want to be loved .

That's why, my love,you thought I give you nothing. In any case I can't give you my heart, which has belonged to you since Ive known you, nor my gaze, which has belonged to you since I first saw you, nor my breath, which has belonged to you since the day I first breathed upon your mouth, nor my soul, which has belonged to you since the day you designed to take it. I give you nothing, because you never realized that everything belongs to you. later that eveining i got a call Listen,' she says 'I don't need the specific day to let you know how it feels whenever you smile at me. I don't need that day to tell you how much I love you when you're lost talking about what you love. Nor do I need that day to let you know how the littlest of things you do, affects me in every single possible way I can imagine. I don't need any specific day to let you know how much I adore you.'" - because everyday is our Day with you. she asked me if I can unite a beverages with her unfortunately i had to to deny the offer . soon there after she alongside her companion went through the night drinking the sum that she never had in her entire life and returned back home on around 2 am .she called me ,"I am home safe you okay ?" she communicated what she had experienced and all of a sudden I detected she shut her eyes as she was unconscious that moment . Presently I started lamenting myself for what I did and for everyting I said upon displeasure on the streets. why I turned out to be so screwing idiotic that I dont even got some information about the situation. i turned out

THE STORY UNTOLD : PART 12

2019-10-19T01:15:00.000-07:00

THE STORY UNTOLD PART 12

On 24rth she called me for her shoes which she left when she was home last time .

This was the only reason left for her to call me . she knew everything that she shouldn't have done this. Just before the day she vanished the manner in which she was with me tie my brain not to imagine that way and not to judge so quickly .the reason ,she was the one with whom i had planned multiple generations together. I took it fine . she came the same day that evening we made a trip to bhaktapur and remained for a pizza as it was raining too and couldn't stroll in the city . Seeing me disheartened she couldn't prevent herself from hugging and kissing me every single seconds and conveying everything that needs to be conveyed . I asked her phone she gave it when I opened the gallery i couldnot even imagine what went through me the moment . It was fine till the minute she was not talking a solitary word. but protecting herself that i was a lie from the other guy made me realize how she managed to fake with me . I could not endure myself from her demonstration . she regular used to persuade me nothing in between with the other individual even I realizing that her approach to treat and draw in was a duplicate glue . I let perusers imagine the minute that experienced the bustling avenues of Bhaktapur when I knew the lie behind everything . I could have remained quiet in any event if she had attempted me to persuade however it went simply opposite coz she began persuading another person . the circumstance achieved the degree of mount everest . she cried as she may have acknowledged and hugged me and kissed me before we departed . Again it started, she began conveying everything that needs to be conveyed that it was in no way like what I have thought . who could even trust her truism after all these ..

THE STORY UNTOLD : PART 11

2019-10-19T01:12:00.001-07:00

THE STORY UNTOLD PART 11

It was 22nd of june that she was so busy arranging her clothes and necessities to make her pre-arranged project a success. she from a week before started convincing me she will soon be disappearing for a day and a night in Lumbini.

finally, the day comes it was 23rd of June she as said before disclosed to me she is taking off to Lumbini with her uncle and auntie for some family regarding work. As usual, she called me on a gap of each 5 minutes and the last call it resembled, "I arrived and now I will be occupied and will go around Lumbini with sisters so I might not be able to call. you take care bae I love you. I will call you when I get free". This was the absolute first unusual movement from her which I noticed. since the call detached she then vanished totally. No reactions to the msgs and multiple phone calls. I persuaded myself and I kept up the degree of trust which I have. I sat tight till 7 pm for me to call her. Again no response. It was 9 pm I tried calling however every time she was with fucking different reasons to let me know. Later that night I called her mother and she revealed to me she in the morning went to a ktm . I was stunned for such a big lie. Later the same night I knew where she had been the whole day and with whom she had been going with and enjoying despite everything. i still am not aware for what purposes she did as such. the other day she stayed with nothing to talk with me now .It was unfair to my self-respect for what she did. she previously had a reinforcement if something turns out badly what to state ,so she previously had tossed a voice to her sister that she is here to amaze me . oh god I couldn't understand the minute what sort of a surprise it will be in the wake of vanishing the day and night. for what reason do I have not to believe in her. she from a months prior started clarifying me .I am not that owl not to make sense of what she would do and where she will be . Her unusual conduct told everything

THE STORY UNTOLD : PART 10

2019-10-19T01:07:00.000-07:00

THE STORY UNTOLD PART 10

One day, he's going to know. He'll know your birthday, your middle name, where you were born, your star sign, and your parent's name. He'll know how old you were when you learned to ride a bike, how your grandparents passed away, how many pets you had, and how much you hated going to school.

He'll know your eye color, your scars, your freckles, your laugh lines, and your birthmarks. He'll know your favorite book, movie, candy, food, pair of shoes, color, and song. He's going to know why you're awake at 3 am most nights, where you were when you realized you'd lost a good friend, why you picked up the razor and how you managed to put it down before things went too far. He's going to know your phobias, your dreams, your fears, your wishes, and your worries. He's going to know about your first heartbreak, your dream wedding, and your problems with parents. He'll know your strengths, weaknesses, laziness, energy, and your mixed emotions. He's going to know about your fear of growing older. He'll know your bad habits, your mannerisms, your stroppy pout, your facial expressions, and your laugh like it's his favorite song. The way you chew, drink, walk, sleep, fidget and kiss. He's going to know, get annoyed at and then accept that you leave clothes everywhere, He'll know your restros order, how much sugar to put on your tea, and that you need your sandwiches cut into triangles. He's going to know how you feel without telling him, that you need a wee from a look on your face, and that you're crying without shedding tears. He's going to know all of it. Everything. You, from top to bottom and inside out. From learning, from sharing, from listening, from watching. He's going to know every single thing there is to know, and you what else? He is still going to love you. Do you at any point believe that for my situation it wasn't sufficient. An exceptionally sad moment for me to express it. I don't comprehend what else the desire would be separated from all these.

THE STORY UNTOLD : PART 9

2019-10-19T01:04:00.003-07:00

THE STORY UNTOLD PART 9

I fell in love, not you're hot, I'm hot, lets fuck type of love, but the type where I see in a light nobody has before.

i notice the way one of your eyebrows raises ever so slightly when you get confused, i notice how beautiful your sparkling eyes look when the sunlight touches them, i notice the way you hunches your shoulders back and taps your feet when you get nervous, and each and every time you look in my direction my heart pounds with such an intensity that it feels like thunder coursing through my veins. each second of eye contact makes me break a sweat, each accidental touch sends me into a frenzy, my body is buzzing and you feel as if i have been set on fire. i ache to know your deepest fears, your happiest moments, what makes you tick, what makes you who you are. i want to fall in love again and again each time i see your face, hear your voice, your laugh, or even smell your perfume. i want this type forever, god damn. I used to think it was important to have common interests with the person that you are in a relationship with but now I think it is more important to be similar in other aspects. like how kind you are. how you treat the people you care about, how you treat strangers. how you deal with anger. how you deal with pain. and not necessarily dealing with all these things the same way but being perceptive enough to understand what action each situation calls for. it is important for both people to be on the same page about what that action should be. its important to me to have that kind of synchrony. The saddest part about falling out of love with her was that I remember how much I loved her. I remember every single breathless, heartstopping, joy-filled moment with her, and she ruined it. I wish I could remember her fondly but she broke me so many times that I can't remember how to

THE STORY UNTOLD : PART 8

2019-10-19T01:03:00.000-07:00

THE STORY UNTOLD PART 8

it's crazy. due all the time i spent working on my inner peace and calmness, while i'm trying to be the person always staying cool and being someone who doesn't know sadness, i never found a weakness. there was nothing that has ever driven me as crazy as it drives me when it's about fear on you .

my nerves just can't stand the pressure i feel when i get the feeling that i need to worry. i'm so sensitive when it come's to you no matter how hard i'm trying to stay calm and not worry or keep a positive attitude, my mind turns off when it comes to you worrying the situation . no wasting time with thinking about it, just going after it. just going after the act of love. you can't give up because if you give up, being emotional you'll never find your soulmate. You'll never find that half who makes you whole and that goes for everything. Just because you fail once, doesn't mean you're gonna fail at everything. hold on, and always, always, always believe in yourself, because if you don't, then who will, boo? So keep your head high, keep your chin up, and most importantly, keep smiling, because life's a beautiful thing and there's so much to smile and worry about about. "I love you. Not the concept of you. Not the perception of you. Not what you will become. Not your prospects. Not your need to be loved. I love you. Today. Right now. Just as you are. And I know, with time we will change. We will evolve. We will grow. And I hope we do all of it together. But I don’t ask anything from you other than what we have now. I don’t expect you to promise me anything in return. Because I love you for you, and the promises you are unable to make today don’t change anything."

THE STORY UNTOLD :PART 7

2019-10-19T01:00:00.000-07:00

THE STORY UNTOLD PART 7

Find someone who shares their life, rather than rearranges it to make you fit. Someone who has a place for you, not someone who makes a place for you. Someone who doesn’t need to make you feel like you belong because you know that you do. ". But i didn't ☺️.

Some hours later The way you consuming pizza makes me realize how hungry you were i regretted the moment . I didn't offered a satisfying foods . Later, we sat hand in hand and our fingers interlace, I sat and I stare, trying to figure you out, exploring the beauty of your face, wondering what is it that we’re getting ourselves into. when our fingers first interlaced I saw your face light up, and saw how fast a smile appeared on your face, I heard the sound of happiness coming from your mounth, I heard the sound of the little chirp you made, and I felt you holding my hand tighter. I felt the urge to see you, I couldn’t wait no more, I saw you and I felt the rush, the rush of excitement, the rush of happiness and love, I was afraid to run so I trotted, I trotted towards you and gave you a hug. I felt you, I didn’t want to let go, such a tight hug, best one I’ve ever had, I looked up and we both went in, there’d it go, a kiss, we smiled in between and even laughed too, I felt happy, there was happiness all around and love too and nothing else, I felt as if that day would never come, all I wanted was you, it was just you in that moment, it was just us, us in the moment, that was all that mattered to. I really am sorry for everything and for the day i couldn't make as special as it should have been .i make nothing productive as you were just for me . I become so mean that i thought of myself . I always regret . You have left nothing to try see me smiling . But i on the other side couldn't Understand the situation . And never thought even a single time you are here for many things, for me for and for my happiness and for me see smilying but it just went opposite ,Reason- i became so mean for someone out there making you fearful instead of hopeful.🙂 The other day you left everything just for me to see me smiling .

THE STORY UNTOLD : PART 6

2019-10-19T00:57:00.001-07:00

THE STORY UNTOLD PART 6

last time she felt the pain of parting and now i am going to make her feel the joy of meeting."

Was anticipating that she should be there as she once had disclosed to me she will be there for me . Later observing no arrangement I figured she may have made plan for a surprise . With an expectation I landed . I called her almost after 30 mins of arriving as my other telephone was left on the portfolio .I felt the bliss of being nearer on her voice. She was upset for the time she couldn't organize . Some kind of disillusionment went through my blood however inward me was happy. The reason I was going to be there with my family and we are not far any longer . The explanation behind both us to miss each other has then turned into no reason any longer. The day passed ,seven days passed lastly she got a game plan. It was the day 8th of june expecting to see same blush of first met but unfortunately i couldnot visualise my expectation. the reason,her lips didnt speak much....her eys spoke a lot. we have had a warmth tight hug. i inside me wispred ,"holding her in my arms is like being in heaven." "is it forever possible?" i found myself softly asking myself. She was for no more days so I currently need to make the days recollecting and sentimental as much as I can so later the night we went to a road walk in order to make us feel that we weren't isolated as we were both hungry went to where I used to feel most invigorated and had our stomach loaded up with some fiery included things from KFC. Those senseless demonstrations inside ,We ended up being extensively more us.. we felt the inward bliss. Later that night those arguments before we had that 'metropolitan' i forget the name 😁 were all disappointing. I there was about to convince you seeing you no happy since the time you landed saying - "Find someone who makes you hopeful instead of fearful. Am i not hopeful? Someone who holds your hand like they never want to let it go. Someone whose touch makes you feel trust. Someone whose presence makes you feel comfort. 'Dont you feel ?". Someone who gives you hope that love can be authentic, because they make you feel a love that is

THE STORY UNTOLD : PART 5

2019-10-19T00:55:00.000-07:00

THE STORY UNTOLD PART 5

Do you think the universe fights for souls to be together? some things are too strange and strong to be coincidences.

I never have thought i will ever meet someone that could really compare to me.i have seen all sorts of people, and no matter who they are or what they say,they cant capture my attention quite the way you can. i could talk to all sorts of other people , yet i always find myself thinking about how they are not quite as charming as you are,or they dont make me laugh quite as genuinely. i know people always say your first love is the person you compare everyone to but may be they have got it wrong . may be the person you compare everyone to isnt your first love,but your true love. your soulmate. My life found the meaning of love after seeing her soul. it was in India ,2019. A dream on mind with a date was about to become a goal. a goal broken down into steps was about to become a plan and a plan backed by action was about to become a reality. It was 26th june the date on the calender left to be crossed with that marker on the table. early in the morning got my eyes open looked my phone 9:12:13 sec and time still running it was 4 am i calmly woke up the reason she could feel me breathing even when she is snorting. and got started preparing myself As i thought i will lack time for to get ready even the flight was of 11:00 am ,all the packing arrangements were done a months before . Side effect of excitement i figured out 🤭. Went to the airport three hours before . Side effect of excitement🤭. Got problem in the immigration argued for a while and convinced finally . Got boarding pass. And got time to breathe finally. Left with some money which will be no utilization so thought of spending and got a few presents. Since morning She was concerned more than inward me . She was there all time . So i felt no alone anymore . She was there with me till the network disconnected . We both reached the height of 4368 feet together. Imagination - "Her eyes they are searching me for sure as its been so long we havent met and i am going to find shining star in her eyes and she is going to find heaven in mine

THE STORY UNTOLD :PART 4

2019-10-19T00:52:00.000-07:00

THE STORY UNTOLD PART 4

when asked "are you sleepy?" i asked yawning."not at all," you replied yawning. Eyes lighting up with your shy smile, timid way you giggle,the way you talk to me a little bit longer even though you know you’ll be tired in the morning.the way you make sure I get home safely. the way you gently pull me into a kiss when we haven’t seen each other in a couple of hours.It’s so much more than a feeling.

Before we met you told me that you walked around everyday on the verge of tears,and when you are with me i dont even have the slightest clue that you are not okay.This is the proof for making me know how strong girl you are . i may not be your first,your last,or yours only.you loved before but if you are loving me now ,nothing matters. you are not perfect- i am not either, and the two of us may not be perfect together. i am holding onto you and giving you the most i can and will. you may not be thinking about me every second of the day , but you are giving me a part of you that you know i can break- your heart . so i am never gonna hurt you,change you and analyse you, and never gonna expect more than you can give . i am smiling when you makes me happy, and letting you know when you makes me mad,and missing you when you are not here. You don’t seem to smile much, but when you do, I feel like a thousand beautiful stars are shining down on me. I want to stay up at night and think about your beautiful face, twinkling eyes, style, humor. This long distance romance is a beautiful thing .we now both of us building trust and commitment to give way for more deeper and meaningful conversation.Giving ourself time for solitude,self exploration and inner growth for both of us and creating more room for appreciation and less space for possession. Being together again After five months of not seeing each other knowing that she will be my destination will be the magic.

THE STORY UNTOLD : PART 3

2019-10-19T00:42:00.000-07:00

THE STORY UNTOLD PART 3

I no longer believed in the idea of soul mates, or love at first sight. But I was beginning to believe that a very few times in your life, if you were lucky, you might meet someone who was exactly right for you. Not because she was perfect, or because you were, but because your combined flaws were arranged in a way that allowed two separate beings to hinge together.

At that point after we have gone through over a weeks together i found you delightfully chaotic;a beautiful mess and loving you will be a splendid adventure.How would i be able to overlook those rides with no destination ,with no liscence,no dread of traffic,streets strolls early in the first part of the day conveying outstanding burden on a head with empty stomach and pain on the opposite side looking for skirt and to make cover letter and those sentiments of being cared and loved . You make me experience how it feels managing work with no time left for it.That minute I realized you are fit for stunning things . your guts of avoiding the meeting which you were for demonstrates your own basic leadership status . Evening with your hand in mine and what else would ever need . looking at you takes my breathe way . Those religious vibes during arati hours was completely recreational. Those desire for never tasted things from bhaktapur and bouddha ,foods from the streets are sticked to my tongue till today. I turned out to be considerably more me when I was with you. feeling cherished by you each minute was my favourite.Hit and run case which I will always remember apart each and every second I influenced you to sit back with loaded fear on you. it was fun .those Cappuccino I couldnot recall . Two children in love that we are .story behind your moles,story behind our work,story behind our bustling hours was as brilliant as daylight. we spent our break sleeping until sunlight poured into our room like puddles of melted butter, spilling over our bare backs. and the entire time i was thinking to myself, “god, this is so precious to me. this is what love is made of. this is what heaven on earth feels like.

THE STORY UNTOLD : PART 2

2019-10-19T00:38:00.000-07:00

THE STORY UNTOLD PART 2

the one i was meant to spend my life with. although i am comforted by the fact that she is my soulmate and we must have been destined to meet at some point. we have been searching for each other our whole lives. were we from the same star? waiting to be together again? i believe our souls have been married since the creation of the universe, and we have finally found each other.

The next day It was wednesday, promptly toward the beginning of the day we both went to a temple for a purpose ; A feeling of Bhakti or reverential love is summoned .Then after, day passes strolling around the streets ,visiting cafes ,stupas,rough ride,arguments,minor fall etc etc and we lost everyone and everything that day which lead us to the tranquility of time everlasting. Later that evening, i see us on brown couch, grazing elbows, exchanging smirks behind our enormous coffee mugs. she make my coffee just right; full of love and enough room to let my heart melt, , her shoulder pressed into my cheek leaving another trail of glitter. she hold me just right; full of love and no room for me to shutter at thought of this moment ending. We came back to our palace because it was dark out. we praised the darkness for letting us count the stars as the visibilty was set to infinity. Only once in my life, I truly believed, i found someone who can completely turn my world around.i then knew I found whom i was waiting for telling things that i’ve never shared with another soul and i realised she will be the one to absorb everything i say and actually want to hear more. i thought of sharing hopes for the future, dreams that will never come true, goals that were never achieved and the many disappointments life has thrown at me. And now When something wonderful happens, i can’t wait to tell her about it, knowing she will share in my excitement. she is not embarrassed to cry with me when i am hurting or laugh with me when i make a fool of myself. Never do she hurt my feelings or make me feel like i am not good enough, but rather she build me up and show me the things about myself that make me special .....

THE STORY UNTOLD : PART 1

2019-10-19T00:34:00.000-07:00

THE STORY UNTOLD Meeting you for the first time on that arrival zone was the scariest moment of my life .i had never taken a risk that big,never been so nervous before,I left my home late so i could try to steady my breathing . i didnt want to be sweating when it was cold out.i didnt want to be nervousely fighting a panic attack.i didnt want to meet you on the arrival zone. but i did.i was so excited. i was so ready to finally meet you. to actually hold you in person like we talked about through facetime. to finally kiss you. when our eyes connected i was weak . walking towards you was like walking through honey .

i may have tripped honestly.i made it to you and you pulled me close. the first word you said hugging me tightly betrayed my false calm;"i can feel your heart beating so fast " i was in love all over again,only this time in person. it been a months. we arent together. but the memory remains. I wasn’t looking for anything at all when I met you. Actually, I wasn’t planning on falling for anyone so soon. But then I met you. And that was it…I guess things just happened. I found you and I found myself slowly wanting to spend time with you. It was simple. It was easy. And I think that’s how the best relationships begin. You’re not looking for anything and then suddenly you realize; you have something. My fingertips touch the ends of your existence wondering how much time is left for us to be together. Surely,future is uncertain. I hold your hand as our fingers intertwine.Our eyes meet as our gazes embrace each other, not daring to let go.Our lips turn into parabolas as we giggle without any hesitations.At that moment I thought,no matter how things will be uncertain,one thing is for sure, and that we’ll always be together because our love is surely certain than anything else. how did i not meet you sooner? my own soulmate out in the world and i didn’t know it. how did it take so long for our paths to finally cross? did we ever have close encounters? just barely missing each other by chance? i am amazed that i was able to meet you. out of all of those i could have met i was so lucky to have found you.

[FICTION] The Love Letter

2017-11-20T04:50:00.001-08:00

[FICTION] The Love Letter

This happened when I was only in my junior year in Computer Science. It was on our summer classes when Chriselle and I started to get close with each other. She has a lot of friends, but she never had someone she disclosed a secret to or can get along well, except me. She is a darling, someone you’ll find easy to talk to, kind, has a knack for fashion and a madonna in programming.

It all started when we were studying at the school canteen. “Who do you think wrote this?” she asked and gave me a stationery paper. I laughed, because in this kind of generation, who would use a stationery paper to confess their love, or even a love letter? I think you’re the prettiest in the world, Chriselle. You’re my sunshine. My love. - Mr. Blue “Well, someone loves you, that’s the fact I see here.” I replied and gave the letter back to her. But in reality, everyone would surely fall in love with her. She’s the perfect woman you can ever have. Chriselle flicked her fingers at me and gave me a sharp look. Uh-oh, the madonna is serious. “It could be someone from our class, who knows. Besides, it’s a love letter. Come on, appreciate it.” I continued and swayed her look away. She seem to have taken my advice and shrugged the letter off, placing it in one of her notebooks as she continued reading her notes. One time, she texted me. She said she wants to meet up tonight. We agreed to meet at a coffee shop located at Upper Session Road. She said she wants to tell me something important. I arrived there late due to the traffic caused by the people rallying for some agenda. When I entered the shop, she quickly took notice of me, waved her hand and signed for me to sit there. The shop is my favorite. Live band music, you can see the people walking outside, the serein visible from the shop’s window glass and the clink of the glass and ice in someone’s drink is a vision you can visualize every night. A perfect place for chrysalism. “So, what’s this thing you want to tell me?” I asked, straight to the point. She looks worried, and she was playing the lemonade drink with her straw. “Remember the love letter I showed you before?” she asked, her voice weak, worried and terrified.

“Yeah, from Mr Blue?” I confirmed. She nods and looks at me intently. “At first, I received it from my seat. I thought it stops there, but currently I get tons of love letters from him at my mail box! It’s getting creepy.” she explained. When she saw that I was seemingly not convinced, she opened her bag next to her seat, reached for almost a dozen of letters from Mr. Blue. Most of them were about his admiration for her beauty. I like your shirt, Chriselle. - Mr. Blue Awesome skirt! I love your smile when you walk out of your house going to school. - Mr. Blue I agree, that sounds creepy to me. Is he watching Chriselle going home? Perhaps even when she’s in class. This means that whoever is writing these love letters, he’s someone close. An obsessed fan? A stalker? “That does not end there…” she continued. I looked at her, puzzled with her remark. “What do you mean?” She hesitated to tell me what it was. She blushed but she started to talk. Perhaps something that she can only tell to a girl, but since she trusts me, starts to spill it out. “Two of my underwears are missing! I did laundry yesterday. When I went to school and returned home, I only have six on the hanger clips.” she whispered, cupping her right hand fingers to her lips, to avoid alerting the other customers in the shop. “What!? Do you think it’s the same guy?” I answered, surprised.

“Who else would it be? If it was a different person, then he should have done it for a long time already. Why now?” She has a point. Whoever this Mr. Blue guy is, not only is he a creep, but an underwear thief as well. Oh boy, it reminds me of someone. “I guess you should report it to the police.” I said, and calmed her. “No one would believe me. Police officers usually scoff this idea. I tried doing it once and they said probably it fell or I lost it.” she replied, feeling dismayed over the matter as she drinks her lemonade.

Well, Police Officers usually needs physical evidence. Not only is this a non-viable case but the creeper never made anything wrong, YET. The underwear thief could be a different person, and that widens out the gap of who to arrest, the creep or the thief. I tried everything to calm her, until we decided that if the creeper does something more than stealing her panties, then we’d have to file a report. I accompanied her home, and went home as well. I remembered I wanted to tell her that I am inviting her to go with me on a book launch of her favorite mystery author, Janrae Mendoza. I dialled her phone quickly and eager to tell her the news. It rang a few times before she answered from the other line.

“Hello, Alden. Good evening. What made you call?” she asked. “Hi Chriselle, nice bath robe. You finished taking a bath yet?” I asked. There was a pause before she answered. “How did you know that I am wearing a bathrobe right now? How did you know I finished taking a bath?” “Well...that’s because-” I did not finish explaining and dropped the call. I opened the closet where I actually hid myself, as she turns to me, surprised, shocked. I can see her knees trembling. “That’s because I am Mr. Blue.” I replied as I took out my stun gun. Oh, the book launch? I lied. That is actually next week. Remember when I told you about that someone I remember that steals underwear? I was reminded of myself. Oh wait, I was the one who stole her underwear. Haha.

Women Are All The Same

2017-11-19T07:55:00.001-08:00

Women Are All The Same

Her white dress, the goddess like smile, the long black hair; everything was perfect about Yurika(Name changed). She is the woman of my dreams, the one that I believe is a heaven sent goddess that would suffice all my fantasies in love.

The first time I saw her I fell in love with her, completely, my heart pounding. I wonder, does she think of me too? I thought that perhaps, does someone as pure as her have desires too? Gosh I am out of tissues again. One day I decided to ask her out. She was outgoing and she agreed for a date. I noticed that she wasn't smiling that much. If she does, I felt it wasn't as heartfelt genuine. One day, I heard her friends talking about me and Yurika. I felt excited to hear what her friends would say about me. "He really thinks Yurika likes him? What a creep. Yurika is just after his money."
"He's from a rich family, isn't he? Well, can't blame her. Poor guy, he thinks she'd like him. With a trashy look like that!" I felt as if the coldest water splashed in my core. I felt destroyed and used. I dialed Yurika's number and called her. I told her that I have a gift for her ready at home. She was so happy and said she'd come by my house to pick it up and see what it is. Soon as she arrived, I took the knife I hid inside my drawer for a very long time. I quickly stabbed her back with my heart's content. I feel energized from that enervating thirst for her cries. I took all my time to cut her tongue out. Women are all the same. Rabina, sanam, christa, jessica and eva; all of them rejected me. They never realized that I am, the best, the hottest, the greatest...the most handsome man they can ever have. Alas, Yurika was blind not to love me. She will join my collection soon. I guess her head is okay, at least I can see her every day when I wake up.

Friends with a School Stalker

2017-11-19T07:24:00.000-08:00

Friends with a School Stalker

This is a true story about an ex-friend of mine I tried to help through his terrifying obsession with a girl, to no avail. I’ve always been the type to observe everything from a safe distance. Seldom am I ever brought into drama, but people come to me for advice a lot. I’ve given my best and most sound counseling to friends, but this particular guy I knew was beyond any form of help. The guy, we’ll call him Andy (I’ll change all the names), made no point to cover up his psycho. From mumbling out loud to himself in public to being physically harmful, Andy was quite the basketcase. I started out knowing very little about him because I kept to myself, and come gym class, when we’d walk the track, I’d have my headphones in most of the time. When a girl began walking around the track with him and conversing with him, I instantly noticed, as I would overhear them talking about some metal bands I coincidentally enjoyed. I’m not really sure how I wound up in this group, but maybe one of them made a move to hang out with me, possibly my hilarious gay friend, Mack.

This group consisted of Andy the psycho, Christa, Mack, and two other girls.. We had our subgroups: Christa and the other two girls were heavily into anime, whilst Mack and I would get into deep conversations about mysteries of life. Andy, on the other hand, mostly sat and listened to Christa. He had an obvious fixation on her, and by the middle of the school year, everyone including Christa knew how desperate he was for her. Christa stated that she did not date, as her father was very protective, and to be honest, she kind of gave of a lesbian vibe, anyway. Despite her efforts to pull away from him, Andy was practically on top of her, forcing hugs she awkwardly yanked away from, and making it known he wanted her. On one occasion, she’d blocked his number after realizing it was a mistake to give it to him. He managed to steal her phone and unblock his number, and upon confrontation, he had admitted to blocking his twin brother’s number in her phone. Andy absolutely hated his twin, and never wanted to be compared to him, which would be expected as his brother was the charismatic one with lots of friends. Yet, Andy said on multiple occasions he’d wished his brother dead and joked about the joyful thought of killing him. I didn’t judge harshly at first, but my friend Mack did. He would let Andy know what a creep he was. One time, Christa and Andy were talking as he’d taken his seat right beside her. He was telling her not to talk to his brother, and somewhere in the conversation, right in the school library, he slapped her for not listening. I’ll never forget the fear and anger on her face, and from then on, even after his awkward apology, Christa let him know he should stay away. Unfortunately, he’d taken to talking to me all along, as I’ve always been a soundboard whether I cared to be or not. Everyday on the bus it was Christa Christa Christa. Somedays he’d just chant her name and get lost in his own thoughts of her. I would try to drop subtle hints that she’s not interested, or, at the very least to treat her normal and give her space. Apart from his desire for Christa, he was the most desperate guy I’d ever met.

He would ask out every girl he met and spoke to for about a day. He would message me on facebook about how he needed a girlfriend, and luckily I’d been in a relationship for 4 years by then and he knew he couldn’t have me. That still didn’t stop him from hitting on me in such menial ways I didn’t realize at first, including a near promposal. He’d once just typed my name, and when I asked him what was up, he simply said, “you’re beautiful...but you look exactly like someone from my past and it makes me sad remembering her everytime I look at you. I miss her.” He definitely had a knack for making people uncomfortable and some days I couldn’t help but ignore him. Christa evaded him till high school graduation, but Andy’s obsession only seemed to intensify. I genuinely thought he could be helped and I could get through to him whilst keeping my own distance, but he set off too many alarms. Firstly, he was training for some entry into a military boot camp of sorts and was discharged for reasons in relation to his mental state, though he wouldn’t get too far into it. Secondly, everyday he would write me at weird times early in the morning to tell me, “Help, I can’t stop thinking of her. I’m in love with her!” This was clearly not true as he’d made moves on me and other girls in the time he’d known her. He made many implications that he would self-harm to get her off his mind but nothing worked.
He’d also somehow convinced himself that she wanted him, and would frequent the grocery store she went to and say hi, though she just kept her head down and ignored him. One morning, as I was browsing social media, he messaged me the usual, “I need her, I love her. Help, I’m going crazy.” I tried to help him analyze his feelings and come to his senses that he was fine and to let her be. I thought, if he’s hitting on other girls, but claiming to love her, let’s see what he says to this. I typed out, “Tell me, what do you truly love about her?” I cannot believe what he sent me next. It was the most ridiculous and degrading message I’d ever read about somebody, “She has such small breasts. I love that about her. I dream of taking her virginity, and I don’t think she’d mind how ‘small’ I am, If you know what I mean.” I felt like I’d read some psycho’s personal diary. Truthfully, this girl was tiny, 18 years old and not even 100 pounds, which made me fear that he’d prey on her.
He was very short, but she appeared vulnerable and smaller than him. I was on the last straw playing therapist for this guy who clearly had no goddamned idea he was scaring this girl. Up to the last time we spoke, the worst thing he’d requested of me was to get ahold of Christa’s new number somehow for him and attempt to lure her in to see him again. He grew frustrated with my decline and pleaded with me to help him obtain her address. Needless to say, the last night we spoke, I wished him well and told him I would not assist him in terrorizing Christa. Then I blocked him, and It’s been about a year since then. I just hope he got the help he needed, and I hope for her sake he hasn’t found out where she lives by now...

"A Night With Her"-PART 3

2017-11-13T20:22:00.003-08:00

Why would anyone knock on others' bathroom?

In fact,the knock continued for 3 times, but we totally pretended like we heard nothing.Finally, it stopped.And we were all quiet for minutes after this till we were confirmed that nobody was outside.

"Ok, I am gonna taka a shower now", she started to take off her clothes.

"But, let me go outside first."

"You can stay."

"But...", I was about to say something.

"You can stay if you want", she interrupted me.

"No.You just be quick, please.I will be waiting for you in your room."

I tried to get out but she started laughing madly.Confusion and confusion.

"Are you going without washing the blood of your hand, I mean my blood of your hand", she was now serious with eyes full of tears.

I washed my hand and got out of bathroom.

"Love you ,Siwani.Bath well."
These were the words I said to her before I left.

"Stay there ,Lambu.I will be back", she replied.

I went back to her room.The room was really alone and was happy on my presence.It felt like I could smell the warmth of her in her room.Now, I got to research more about things of the room.

There was a red color briefcase at a corner of the room that looked like a beautiful slipper staying closely but separately from a group of differently branded shoes.The color matched so well that everybody would want to touch it.When I touched it, I could not control myself and thought to open it.Now, inside the briefcase were three layers.The first layer had so many beautiful new clothes.The second had cosmetics, and the third had many pads used basically during menstrual periods; in the middle of pads was a pack of male condom.I was shocked.

Now, I could not explore more of her belongings.I just sat calmly at sofa and went for a deep thought.I did not even realize that she was already there in the room changing the dress.In fact, she already changed in the same room where I was and I literally did not notice her much.

"So, feeling bored, Lambu?"

"Yeah, kind of."

"Why? Am I boring?"

"No, you are mysterious."

"Haha....", she kept on smiling and a wave of positive vibrations were all revolving around her cheeks.I never felt a smile so intoxicating, a healthy intoxication.

"Lets do something", she said.

"What?"

"May be something exciting!"

"What..I mean what exactly?"

"Umm...let me think Lambu. Well, lets do a thing. OK, I think I have something in that briefcase", she pointed towards the same briefcase.

She continued,"I want you to open the briefcase and I have a surprise, I mean a fun game to play with you."

My face was all red with nervousness, and my veins were all angry with me.I went to the briefcase with dark and red eyes, brought it upto her, and opened it.

"Haha.This is gonna be fun.Lets play a game.I will be a man today wearing your dress, and you be a girl wearing these dresses", she was looking on those beautiful clothes on the top layer.

I felt relaxed but still weird.

"Are you serious? Is this fun, Siwani? How?"

"Yes it is fun.Lets do it, please", she said this in so lovely and sweet voice of her.

"Is not this weird?"

"Yes it is.But imagine how funny it will be."

"Ok, you won.Lets do."

She then took off all her clothes except the inner wears.I did the same too.She wore my clothes and really looked like a joker, a beautiful joker.I was still naked, I mean partially naked.She then helped me put on her dress and did some make up on my face.I looked really crazy.We kept on looking at each other and laughing.

We again walked upto bathroom as I really needed to throw some water from my body and she was giving me a company upto the bathroom.I tried to go inside the bathroom but I could not.

It seemed like somebody locked it from inside.Since there was nobody in the house except us, all we could say was-
"What the fuck is going on?"

"A Night With Her"-PART 2

2017-11-11T22:19:00.002-08:00

"A Night With Her"-PART 2

She pulled me inside and locked the door.

When her dog felt my presence, she started barking at me as if I was gonna shoot her.Siwani tried her best to make her silent but she could not.There was no other options left and hence, she took the dog out of room.When she was out,I got to look around her room.

There was a lonely bed well dressed and decorated, above it was a laptop giving it a warm hug.A sofa on the other side, and a table looking at it so closely.A glass of water on table, and from heart of water,I could easily see the sharp knife hiding under the table.The walls had multiple photo frames and posters among which one was unique.It looked like nothing but it seemed to be a worthy one.I could not take my eyes away from this poster for a long time.When I turned the other side and tried to have futher look, she was already there inside.She directly came to me and hugged tightly.She hugged me for really long time.Finally, her tongue vibrated these words-
"I am sorry, I forgot to hug."

I was indeed surprised as she never did this before.I smiled, and holding her hands tightly, I spoke-
"Its ok!"

I took her to the sofa, and made her take a seat.With a fake smile, I asked her-
"So, what's the plan?"

"Excited?"

"Yeah, I am."

"Ok", she direclty went to the bed, and continued,"What do you want from me?Anything you say."

I was speechless.All I was doing was looking at her and waiting to get a confirmation whether she was asking the same that I heard.

There was a packet of cigarette on her hand which she just took out from under the pillow.She looked back at me and asked-

"Why no answer?"

"Ok,hold on,I thought you never smoke?",I had to change the topic.

"Yeah I did not smoke but I started."

"Since when?"

"From now on.",she tried to smoke,and coughed.It really looked like it was her first time.

"But why?"

"Just because I feel like.Ok, I am smoking no more in my room.I am going to bathroom.You are always welcome to join me",she was smiling.

I did not really know what was going on.With calm and peaceful conscience,I thought for a while and finally I went with her.

Immediately after we were inside the bathroom, I took away the cigarette from her hand and smoked it.I then looked directly into the depth of her eyes and then opened her mouth.I sent all of the smoke into her mouth,took my lips into hers',gave a short kiss. Wow, she really coughed hard.In fact, she could not control her laugh and kept on saying-

"Mad Lambu!"

I was mad, really mad.

We then seriously smoke all of it, turn by turn.All of a sudden, she started to laugh madly.I could not understand what was going on.I kept on looking at her with perplexed, and quite annoyed face.She suddenly stopped laughing and gently uttered this words-

"Wow, what a timing!"

"I am lost, Siwani."

"This is crazy, Lambu",she was laughing mildly.

Now, she grabbed my right hand and pulled me closer to her. She then put the hand inside her pant above her underwear and made me touch her "holy pond" of men's desire. It was all wet and my hand felt wet too.When she took it out of there, I could see a lot of blood on my hand.Well, it looked like her period time for the month just began.I really felt bad for her, and my eyes were all filled with painful drops, but she was still laughing mildly.

I did say or do nothing until we heard a sound.There was someone knocking at door of our bathroom.

"A Night With Her"-PART 1

2017-11-09T10:09:00.000-08:00

a night with her part 1

All of a sudden, my phone gave a short vibration.I was on a local bus standing like a pendulum at rest.Anytime, I could get an unexpected motion.With huge struggle, I managed to take the phone out of my pocket.It was a message from her that read-
"Where are you, LAMBU?"

Well, she called me Lambu (as I am tall), and I just called her with her name 'Siwani'.

"On my way back to home from bridge course class",I replied, in fact, in the most formal way ever.

"You good?", another text from her.

"No.I am sick. In your love.", I replied.

The funniest part here was that I was typing 'reply message' in a way so uncomfortable that everybody inside the bus were staring at me as if they were gonna eat me soon.So, I put my phone inside the pocket.The phone was really happy and warm to be there inside the dark walls of my sophisticated pocket.

After 10 minutes' long struggle with people's random chats and behaviours, the frequent and useless fights for seats, I got a huge success of getting out of the bus.Immediately, I checked my phone as I already knew there were messages eagerly waiting to be seen by my beautiful holes below either side of forehead.

There were 3 messages which read-
"Oe, nobody is home tonight.Wanna come?"
"Where are you?"
"Give me a reply."

What the fuck? Seriously? What was her intention? My conscience got overloaded with multiple thoughts randomly hitting each other.
Ok, it had just been 3 days of formal love relation, and she already called me at her home.

Should I go? I think, I should.

In fact, I got more energetic and walked faster.On my way, I replied, "Ok, what are you gonna do with me."
"Just come and You will know."
"What time?"
"May be 7."
"Ok."

I could reach her home in 15 minutes on foot from my home.So, I took a shower and broke a 'long gap' with 'colgate' paste.I dressed up with the shirt she liked the most.And finally, I made myself smell good with perfume . I did everything but that did not change my ugly face.

For all of my family members, I was going to attend a birthday party but the reality was that even I did not know well what the night will turn out to be.I was excited but my blood was nervous.

I finally reached her home, I mean I was about to reach.Her neighbour, who knew me smiled and waved her hand to me.I waved back but with low confidence.
Now I messaged her.
"Come down."

She sent me a smiley.

Later she sent a message.
"Just come.Directly here."

"Dog?"

"She is with me here, just come."

I went with controlled pace and reached the front of her room where an underwear was hanging on the rope ready to welcome me.She opened the door.

There she was ,as always, with her deep-calm eyes protected by a smooth sheet of high voltage forehead, excited and sensitive nose looking after the innocent lips that were watering the tongue.In front of me was a full moon.The only thing new to me was her erotic night dress.What next?

She pulled me inside and locked the door.

"My Girlfriends"

2017-11-07T08:21:00.001-08:00

my girlfriends

I don't exactly remember the first time I met her, but I feel like I was always with her.

I fell in love with her at the very first sight as she gave me the most beautiful smile ever.Immediately,she squeezed my lips, and kissed my forehead.I could not believe that she cried deep into my eyes and I rescued her out of those ugly holes.All of these were unexpected.By the time I reached to the depth of this, a love story already began.

There was no warmth as pleasing and no face as bright as she had.Her eyelids closed the top of my spirit, and her tongue climbed the heights of my nose.Her face faced me, and then, I no more faced the harder times.It seemed like my flesh was standing on her bones, and her breath playing on my lungs.Life began to be more wonderful when she exhibited the spectrum of love through me.She was the best addiction I have ever had.

Most of the times, we tried to be together.My hot blood out of wound used to make her fall sick, and it used to take long for healing.We shared my bad times and her good times; I was selfish, she was not.In fact, I never deserved this relation, but she never broke up.

It was all good till I saw another tall girl with spicy face, and juicy body.Her beauty caught my eyes, and paralysed them.I wanted to flow from the top of her soft forehead, and get mixed into the depth of her cold tongues.But, did she even know me?A lot of guys followed her, she would never date me.

I went crazy for her.Drugs,cigarettes, and drinks embraced all of me.And,you know what? When I was in police custody accused of making an attempt to break a man's face, she was giving birth to a baby.She got pregnant at 18, and her boyfriend never returned from Denmark.I needed a second love, but my first one was so true and real.

The first one took me out of all these troubles, and fed me the energy of new beginning.She really cared for me,and made me the normal man.

Now, I am in a true relation with the third girl.She is so close to,and lovely like the first.I am gonna marry her soon.You may be again thinking "why third?".

It's a rule, a rule that there shall always be two stronger love relationships in our life.And, we are supposed to live half of our life with each of them, but the first one shall live in your heart as your first love forever.

Mother, I loved you the very first, and I shall do it forever.

And yes, my second love is now in true love with her child now.

And my third one is always special for me.

"Love is a tone of life, try to enjoy best of it, and be sure, you cannot eat it"

"A Mathematical Love Letter"

2017-11-05T13:21:00.000-08:00

To my dear Sequence,

When I first saw your side, I made an angle with you.I felt like we were made to be parallel with each other.You were so natural and real that I was whole into your heart.Does this sound imaginary? May be there is a set of probabilty but you are my subset and I am your perpendicular.Let us together add our eyes and multiply our love.

May be I am null, but you can be a fraction of me, and make standard deviation on me.I am ready for transformation, just be a vector of it.Our life will be prime and we shall plot many children in the graph of our life.Our sons will have an equation with daughters and life will be more rational.

We can start from very origin and still reach to infinity.If we have a triangle love,lets make it circular and find the diameter of marriage.We will feel exponentially to each other and make arithmetic progress in life.Its all about how well our series will add up.Finally, please accept my matrix of words.

I really am your magnitude,please show me the direction of my love.

From your own circumference!