tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58018221813676614412011-09-28T12:48:03.965-07:00Anjanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05270025298930148420noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801822181367661441.post-55313954724155035492010-12-30T22:34:00.001-08:002010-12-30T22:34:16.958-08:002010-12-30T22:34:16.958-08:00sometimes it reminds me of someone i loved more than anyone else, more than my family even..sometimes i miss him, and i listen to this song..<br /> <br /> I still hear your voice when you sleep next to me<br /> I still feel your touch in my dreams<br /> Forgive me my weakness, but I don't know why<br /> Without you it's hard to survive<br /> <br /> 'Cause everytime we touch, I get this feeling<br /> And everytime we kiss, I swear I could fly<br /> Can't you feel my heart beat fast?<br /> I want this to last<br /> I need you by my side<br /> <br /> ?Cause everytime we touch, I feel the static<br /> And everytime we kiss, I reach for the sky<br /> Can't you hear my heart beat so?<br /> I can't let you go<br /> I want you in my life<br /> <br /> Your arms are my castle, your heart is my sky<br /> They wipe away tears that I cry<br /> The good and the bad times, we've been through them all<br /> You make me rise when I fall<br /> <br /> 'Cause everytime we touch, I get this feeling<br /> And everytime we kiss I swear I could fly<br /> Can't you feel my heart beat fast?<br /> I want this to last<br /> I need you by my side<br /> <br /> 'Cause everytime we touch, I feel the static<br /> And everytime we kiss, I reach for the sky<br /> Can't you hear my heart beat so?<br /> I can't let you go<br /> I want you in my life<br /> <br /> 'Cause everytime we touch, I get this feeling<br /> And everytime we kiss, I swear I could fly<br /> Can't you feel my heart beat fast?<br /> I want this to last<br /> I need you by my side<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801822181367661441-1091950199581782444?l=anjanathoughtfulnights.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tDzAH5Y38LkYgeswy_yP751EqB0/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tDzAH5Y38LkYgeswy_yP751EqB0/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tDzAH5Y38LkYgeswy_yP751EqB0/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tDzAH5Y38LkYgeswy_yP751EqB0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThoughtfulNyts/~4/bSw02-mshgo" height="1" width="1"/>Anjanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05270025298930148420noreply@blogger.com0http://anjanathoughtfulnights.blogspot.com/2010/12/everytime-we-touch.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801822181367661441.post-52584053971719818442010-08-14T01:34:00.000-07:002010-08-14T01:34:45.738-07:002010-08-14T01:34:45.738-07:00It didn’t come as a shock any more. It didn’t hurt any more. She had not expected it happening but it felt like she had known it would happen. No tears, no frustration. She had given him another chance, but he had betrayed her all over again. <br /> <br /> It didn’t feel like the ground had slipped off from down her feet. She heard what he had to say, and herself got nothing to say. He had said he needed her, he had said he loved her. It felt false, and deceptive. <br /> <br /> He had said he loved her and needed another chance with her. She had given up her love, and compromised with her life just to give him another chance. And it had happened, all over again. It was frightening, too scary to face it all over again. <br /> <br /> She had gotten hurt, and hurt all over again. How could he do this again? Where had those promises gone? He had left her in just an instant. Not even thought about it, about how she felt, about how she was going to survive all that pain and hurt.<br /> <br /> It felt like her heart had lost that beat, and still it felt like it was nothing new. He had been her angel, which heaven had let her believe. He had come into her life and had cut her down into pieces. He had lost her trust and her love again. And it didn’t feel like it was ever going to come back.<br /> <br /> He had asked her to walk away, and while she was, he had called from behind, “sorry”. And it had felt so childish, so stupid to even say that word. And it had felt unreasonable for her to reply. But she had turned around, and looked at him, straight in his eyes, and had quipped out, “its too late to apologize..”<br /> <br /> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801822181367661441-5258405397171981844?l=anjanathoughtfulnights.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lsBqAm5nSVE4lzYzm3DFsoMEjV0/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lsBqAm5nSVE4lzYzm3DFsoMEjV0/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lsBqAm5nSVE4lzYzm3DFsoMEjV0/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lsBqAm5nSVE4lzYzm3DFsoMEjV0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThoughtfulNyts/~4/ESpHlOCweGA" height="1" width="1"/>Anjanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05270025298930148420noreply@blogger.com0http://anjanathoughtfulnights.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-too-late-to-apologize.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801822181367661441.post-74057725103862580362010-07-29T00:35:00.000-07:002010-07-29T00:37:01.212-07:002010-07-29T00:37:01.212-07:00<div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It was the best day of her life. She was going to meet his mom. Finally after waiting so long, she had got her wish to meet his mom. It was exciting and she was nervous. She had to get into his mother’s good books. She had to, coz she loved him so much. And so did he. But would his mother like her? Would she accept her? It mattered so much to her, so very much.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: justify;">There were butterflies in her stomach as she walked with him to his home. His mother had asked to see her. And she didn’t know whether she would pass this test or not. Heart beating fast, she climbed up the stairs to his home. She was so nervous that she had gone pale, and he wasn’t helping either, just smiling at her and making her more nervous. When they finally reached the door, he knocked and they waited.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: justify;">The door opened and she probably saw the sweetest person on earth ever. She did namaste and his mother smiled, and invited her in. She was quiet and scared. And the most irritating thing she witnessed was him laughing at her. She talked to his mother and felt good. And felt like she was at home. That day instantly became the best day of her life. She knew she would be accepted by his mother. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: justify;">It had been her dream that she would find a mother in her mother in-law, and that dream came true. She visited his home often, and had long chats with his mother. And she loved her, and adored her too. She knew she had found a good friend, and a good mother in his mom. She felt like she would get that love from his mother, which she had always dreamt about, from her own mother, but never got. It had been like she always felt something missing in her life, in her family. Now her family was complete with him, and his mother.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: justify;">But later, when it didn’t work out with him, and they had to separate, she felt lonely. She had lost him, and his mother. It felt depressing, and she had to do everything she could to get out of that depression. That included some good things and some bad things. She had never thought she would be doing those bad things to just try to forget someone she had loved with all her heart.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: justify;">But in the end he came back. It felt so wonderful. The world became beautiful again. But her mistakes! He certainly did accept her with her mistakes, but did his mother do the same? Well, she didn’t, she couldn’t. And which mother could like the girl who had fallen in love again with some other guy.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: justify;">Probably, she will never forgive her. And maybe this girl will never get a mother in her mother in-law. But she knows that she will have to prove herself again to his mother. Only a matter of time, and opportunity. Maybe she will be accepted by his mother. But she knows, she will love him and his mother always, and never give up loving them both. Coz it was her dream, which she has to make true. With truth, honesty and love. She has to find that missing link to complete her family, she had to find that missing mother again, in her life..</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801822181367661441-7405772510386258036?l=anjanathoughtfulnights.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NOSWHa5xO2BzgL_Clvnk730Rs_8/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NOSWHa5xO2BzgL_Clvnk730Rs_8/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NOSWHa5xO2BzgL_Clvnk730Rs_8/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NOSWHa5xO2BzgL_Clvnk730Rs_8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThoughtfulNyts/~4/Opx_Eus0e2A" height="1" width="1"/>Anjanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05270025298930148420noreply@blogger.com0http://anjanathoughtfulnights.blogspot.com/2010/07/missin-mother.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801822181367661441.post-35001141299962433182010-07-23T22:14:00.000-07:002010-07-23T22:14:42.953-07:002010-07-23T22:14:42.953-07:00<div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: inherit;">It was a road of her dreams. long and unending. She simply loved it so much. She could hold his hand and walk and walk for hours. And the road wouldn’t end... :-) it wasn’t some highway sort of road but just a simple one with only unkempt and wasted weeds bordering it. A plain road on which travelers were rarely seen. And a road which stayed as black as the night coz there were no streets lights around...</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: inherit;"></span></div><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: inherit;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /> </div></span><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: inherit;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /> </div></span><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: inherit;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /> </div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: inherit;">They had discovered it when they had been together...when they had been in love... [not that they aren’t now..!!] it had been so much fun that time..long evening walks, hand in hand, laughing at each others’ childish jokes, talking of being together forever, and making promises to each other...</span></div><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: inherit;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /> </div></span><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: inherit;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /> </div></span><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: inherit;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /> </div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: inherit;">The first time they had ventured out on that road had been just to see how long it was, and they had got plenty of time of time with each other too..no one would know them there...it had felt good to walk freely...and talk...</span></div><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: inherit;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /> </div></span><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: inherit;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /> </div></span><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: inherit;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /> </div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: inherit;">It was there that they had had their first kiss..and although at that time that moment had felt awkward...whenever they remembered it later it had brought a smile to their faces... A sudden hug, a stolen kiss, hands entwined, laughter...it had all happened there...</span></div><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: inherit;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /> </div></span><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: inherit;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /> </div></span><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: inherit;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /> </div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: inherit;">They never knew where the road ended, but it certainly didn’t diverge into two roads... it was as if the road didn’t want them to choose their paths and walk on it...as if they didn’t have to part and walk away on their chosen path.. It was as if the road led them to togetherness, to happiness... it was as if it never wanted them to part, ever...</span></div><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: inherit;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /> </div></span><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: inherit;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /> </div></span><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: inherit;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /> </div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: inherit;">Well now the road is still there. only the two people who named it ‘the unending road’ aren’t. They have grown up. moved on with their lives. Only the love they shared is still there.. In the wind, on the sand, and waiting for them, to come again and fulfill their promise of togetherness...</span></div><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: inherit;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /> </div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: inherit;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801822181367661441-3500114129996243318?l=anjanathoughtfulnights.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YNMmJDGz4SwTmh37yYYdY0w8FWI/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YNMmJDGz4SwTmh37yYYdY0w8FWI/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YNMmJDGz4SwTmh37yYYdY0w8FWI/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YNMmJDGz4SwTmh37yYYdY0w8FWI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThoughtfulNyts/~4/S6s6gZ6uKpY" height="1" width="1"/>Anjanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05270025298930148420noreply@blogger.com0http://anjanathoughtfulnights.blogspot.com/2010/07/unending-road.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801822181367661441.post-60820243867710412672010-07-21T23:14:00.000-07:002010-07-21T23:14:41.501-07:002010-07-21T23:14:41.501-07:00<div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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