Life would have been simpler!

Glimpse from the book

2014-09-10T20:55:00.001+05:30

It's been long time I haven't posted anything on my blog.

I have been writing a story and have completed its Manuscript. Here is a part from one of the chapters of the same

“Do you want to walk?” I asked her.

We didn't speak until we reached the garden near her PG. She was still sobbing.

“You didn't go to office today?” She asked me clearing her throat.

“I did. Why are you crying?” I replied.

She didn't say anything. I was trying all the permutation and combinations in my mind to find out the reason.

I cuddled her as she kept her head on my shoulder. She kept her hand near my heart. As I am writing this, I could imagine myself reliving that moment right now.

Twenty minutes passed. Her eyes were closed, but she was still sobbing. I could see tears still dropping down. I wanted to drink them. I touched her cheek with my hand to turn her face towards me. She opened her eyes. We looked into each other’s eye for a minute.

“Can I confess something?” She said.

“Yes Saranya, I came here to listen to you.”

“I miss your smile”, she said.

“Can I confess something too?” I asked.

She nodded her head.

“That smile comes when I am with you” I said with a smile on my face.

I couldn't be happier seeing a smile on her face which made her realized my value again. She told me the reason why she was upset.

What if I don't wake up tomorrow

2014-05-03T00:07:00.001+05:30

Everyday I wake up

A thought keeps me drowning,

What if I don't wake up the next morning?

What about the dreams,

I didn't wake up of.

The wardrobe of my fantasies,

The car at my doorway,

yet to be bought.

The home, I longed to live in.

How about

The confessions I never made,

The chances I couldn't take

The regrets I owe to life

The apologies they owe to me

What about those unread books of my time

The last pages of my notebooks

The unused diaries lying there

The chronicles I wanted to give life....

< continued here- http://ceaselessdiaries.blogspot.in/2014/05/what-if-i-dont-wake-up-tomorrow.html >

This poem is written by my friend. Please follow the link above to read complete poem.

Happiness- the nine letter word.

2014-04-24T04:22:00.000+05:30

Tonight as I am writing this, I am letting the words flow through my fingers on my office PC. There is one of my colleagues, Mayank sitting next to my cubicle looking at the screen of his PC with earphones plugged in connected to his cell phone. I could listen to the beats of the music. We both just came from a thirty minutes tea break and I couldn’t stop myself writing what we talked about. Since there is very less work in office today, I got some spare time to write.

“Hey Aurick, do you want to go for a tea break?” Mayank asked.

“Give me a minute. I will just finish this”, I said pointing towards the screen.

“Okay, just let me know.”

We walked outside the office near to the tea stall where all the smokers were filling up their lungs with the tar. I wondered if I am the only one who remember the *Itna taar aapko bimaar…bohat bimaar krane ke liye kaafi hai*

advertisement that comes before every Bollywood movie in the cinemas.

We ordered a cup of tea for both and started talking. One thing that I had respected him for was that he never said anything negative about anyone around ever.

“Mayank sir, do you like working in night shifts?” I tried to break the ice of silence.

“Definitely! I feel so independent in night shifts and I should tell you that I am married”

We both laughed out loudly.

“On a serious note Aurick, I will tell you my story”, he said taking the tea cup from the tea stall vendor.

“I would love to listen it”, I responded with an excitement. Oh yes, I have never told anyone around the office that I am story writer.

“When I passed out from my college, I was placed in a call center, where I used to work more than what I was paid. In the early stage of your career, you do not know who will use you at any point for his/her own favor and give you nothing in return. I was a victim of the same. But during that time, I was happy because of her.”

“Tell me she is your wife now?” I asked out of curiosity.

“Hahaha. Let me just complete. So, I was telling you about her. I had a long seven years relationship with her. When it came to marriage thing, we knew that our parents won’t agree and with our understanding we both ended up with a happy note. My wife knows about her and this is the reason I am still happy. I got an offer from a much esteemed organization soon and I switched. I learnt things in my life every day. The only thing I regret in my life was sleeping with a girl on whom I spent one fourth of my first salary after celebrating the party of my hars earned first money. That was the only time when I was drunk that too with the company of few friends. Now, after 8 years of experience, after having two daughters in my life, I am still happy. My wife knows every single truth of my Life. I do not have any loan on me. I own a car and a large enough flat to live”, he said as I paid for the tea and we started walking back to the office

“You know Aurick, There is no happiness in earning money until and unless you are not happy. Happiness comes from one’s own home. If you stay happy in your home, you will have a good mood to work in the office as well. Of course there were so many compromises that I did in my life, but it never affected my happiness. Somehow, God showed me the right path to move ahead in life. I today earn good enough that I
feed my children with what they demand and send them to a good and reputed school. I do the savings. I go out on weekends with my family. What else you need? Happiness is the most important thing in life, no matter what your manager says, you should forget the office tensions within your cubicle only. After all, you don’t get paid to take them home along.”

“You know Mayank, you should be a speaker for some inspiring speech event.”

“Haha, I haven’t done engineering for this”, he responded.

“You have done the MBA right?”

“Who told you?” he said passing me a clever smile.

“Seriously?”

“Of course, I am just a graduate. Aurick, look what matters is how much you know and how much you are capable of? You should always look for happiness in each of this. You will love your life and won’t be another frustrated IT engineer who would be abusing his Manager all the time” he said as he punched his ID card to open the gate while we entered the office.

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Isn't it so easy to find the happiness in everything? When you work with dedication and go home satisfied every day and think that you deserved today’s salary, from that day onward your life will change.

The Hope.

2013-10-24T00:36:00.000+05:30

One day while I was writing my story on one of the dark night of the winters, there was a sudden knock at my door. My parents had fell asleep. I walked down to the door in a fear. I wondered if there was a ghost that knocked on the door. I opened the door with a shiver. There was a lady that walked downstairs with a glass bowl in her hand. I couldn't see her face. I ran behind her.

She was running much faster than I was. I wondered if she was thief. She started collecting small shining stones from the roads and from the leaves of the plans inside the flowerpot. There was no street light. I kept following her till she turned herself towards me. She looked in the bowl with the shining stones inside it.

“Who are you?” I asked.

“Can you see me?” I asked surprisingly.

“Of course. Who are you? What are doing here at the late night?”

“I am collecting there”, she said raising the bowl in her hand. Her face glittered with the shine of the stones as the bowl reached near her face.

“What are these?”

“They are wishes and imaginations that people throw away every day. See these orange ones...These are wishes and see these blue ones…these are imaginations.”

“Where did you come from?”

“God has sent me”, she spoke with a smile.

I walked towards her. I rubbed my eyes to confirm if it was happening in real.

“Who are you?” I asked.

“I am His messenger. One of your wishes will come true tonight. Tonight, what you wished and imagined, one of them will come true. Do you remember once you wished for your family and imagine living in a luxurious home? Do you remember once you wished for someone to be in your life? Do you remember once you wished for your successful life? Tomorrow morning, when you will wake up, you will get one of them. Everything you wished and everything you desired and everything you imagined is inside this bowl. You will get what is perfect for you for tonight and others won’t be fulfilled. You want to see how it’s done?”

“Of course.”

“Here, pick yours. When you touch your stones, they will shine more”, she said offering me the glass bowl.

I collected the stone that gave more light when I touched them. This was breath-taking moment for me. I passed them to her.

She kept them in her hands and covered them. She rubbed them together in within a few second. One of them turned green and others to red.

“Why are they in two different colours?”

“Green is the wished you have been granted and red are what you wished but it’s not a good time for them. You will get them as well some other day when you will deserve them”

“Oh. So this is how everybody’s wish is granted?”

“Yes. When people deserve

their wish to be fulfilled, I mix up their stones and the magic happens. But it’s not so easy. I find so many stones with no light in them. They people are never inspired for their wishes. They just wish and forget. I don’t pick them because they don’t deserve it.”

“Why I am able to see you?” I asked.

“I don’t know. But if you are seeing me, there must be a reason behind it.”

She disappeared when she ended saying those words. I looked around. She couldn't be seen anywhere. I looked up in the sky.

There was a light dimming due to the fog. It said - HOPE.

The Day She Saw Him

2013-09-02T01:18:00.001+05:30

Sitting in college canteen with your best friends is the most cherish able moment; snatching Lunch-box before the owner opens it, always eating from a friends’ plate saying “taste kar rhi thi”, teasing each other with name of their crushes, clicking photographs in poses and later on realizing the loveliest memories in the pictures when you pass through them when you become busy in your professional life.

Sonali, My closest friend, she was such a sweetheart to me and there couldn’t be any secret of mine that she didn't know.

We, with 3 more of our friends; Megha, Upasana and the cutest among all of us, Kanika were sitting on our daily-reserved table in the canteen. Yes, I sometimes felt why I can’t be cute like Kanika. No, I am not saying that I am not cute, but after all being a girl, it’s my birthright to get jealous. Why I am wasting pages writing about Kanika and all of us. Ok guys, a bad news for all of you- My all friends are in relationship now, so just forget them! Chuck it… where is my story?

It was another hot day when I was sitting with my friends. The single tables were traditionally occupied by renowned-couples of the college and we always used to observe each and every movement of them and then making fun with our pet lines “ dekhioa, kaise chipak ke baithe hai dono” and Sonali, the one and only piece, that we have seen, would treat us almost every month just because she gets a new boyfriend each month and why would someone wont love a free-treat and that too for a stupid reason.

Thursday- my duty day to bring up chocolates from the canteen and pay for them too!

I was standing in the coupon collecting line when a dashing personality stood behind me in the same line. For once, I felt that he would have been my friend as we all classmates were really close to each other; we would never keep a relationship hidden and never mind if someone gets 0 in test, we would still have a treat for his big achievement and that too on our pockets !

He said, “It’s so hot over here and people are moving like snail.”

Choosing a snail as an example was so obvious after being in a medical college.

I turned round my face “Are you blaming me?”

“No, I am just saying,” he tried to ignore his words.

“Better mind your words!” I roared.

“Ohhhh… I like that attitude”, he tried to flirt.

“Oh puhlezzzzz!!! Do what you have come to do here,” I hardened my voice.

He smiled; the most killing smile I have ever seen in my life yet.

And how could I stop smiling after seeing such a… I would have filled another whole page explaining me his smile.

He spoke unforgettable words after that, “I have come here to make you smile ? ”.

And this was the time I felt I have found the best in my life, Rohan Shrivastava.

Rohan was doing MBBS, but with a poor luck of being in

another section. He was quite intelligent in the academics. And which girl won’t love a Football player? He had participated in many talent hunt competitions and wont many prizes over there. I know you all must be thinking what made me know him that much? Can you guess?

Yes, you are obviously right… we soon became good friends. Please mind it just “Good-friends” and I got the title Mrs. Shrivastava among my friends and I would love to hear that!

We would meet each other unexpectedly in the college and pass the same smile like the day we had met first time. One day, he asked me for lunch in the canteen. And why would I say no to such a smart guy.

At around 1:30 afternoon, I reached over the canteen and searched for Rohan. He was sitting on the single table that was used to be reserved for couples and I went straight to him ignoring my friends.

“Hi”, he offered his hand for hand shake and how could I ignore such a wonderful moment to touch him!

I sat down & we started with the conversation about classes and other boring stuff; tough I never found it boring when he talks about that.

We ordered for Maggie and some soft-drinks. I still wonder how he knew that Maggie was my favorite dish! We sat again and started eating and he still kept staring me.

“What?” I asked.

“Why are you so sweet?”

This was the only reason why I would love to talk to him; he just always talks so decently and winning my heart-always.

My cheeks turned red in shyness and he further added to his sweet words “You look more cute that Kanika when you smile like that and making your cherry colour flow your of cheeks.”

He won my heart with his talks and just after a few minutes we again went back to our conversation about studies.

“yah, padthi to bohat hun mein…”

He interrupted me, “I Love you”. He was like another Aamir of Ghajini who proposed Kalpana like that.

For once, I felt like I should say yes to such a sexy and handsome guy.

My mind would say “Are you crazy? You don’t know him… say him to wait for some time.” My heart-“You won’t get a smarter guy than him. Just say yes.”And as my dad always said –hamehsa dil ki suno and this was the time to listen to him.

“Rohan, but how come like….”

“yaar, I didn’t know myself when did it happened. When I met you first, I saw a life partner in you and I still wonder how I said those word to you which never passes always my mind and I said them to you after listening to my heart. I love you a lot and I need you in my life forever… will you…”

Silence….

After two minutes, I smiled showing my acceptance to his proposal and he jumped with the joy on his table and just then all my friends encircled the table and set up a chocolate-truffle cake; after all it was Sonali who knew that was my favorite!

Hooting and humping reached their heights while Rohan passed me a wrapped gift which he advised me to open when we will get married- the so long term plan.

Later, that day, Sonali told me that how she managed all arrangements for the proposal.

I thanked her for such a beautiful plan that gave me such a beautiful lover of mine.

I went further to hug her…

BOOM !!

“happy bday to you… happy bday to you… happy bday to Meenakshi… happy bday to you…” The all stood around my bed singing my birthday song while I was still lost in my uncompleted dreams.

I stood up and we had a b’day blast after that in room. Truly saying, they all made me forgot the dream I had seen few minutes ago and I the realized…

FRIENDS ARE THE MOST PRECIOUS THINGS, SOMETIMES MORE THAN YOUR LOVE!

The Beginning

2013-07-21T23:26:00.001+05:30

One weekend, she called me early on a Saturday. I was still asleep as I had slept at 2 in the morning after watching the latest release in my laptop.

“Can we meet today at Starbucks?” she said.

I looked the wall clock. It was 10:30 am.

Seeing the fog outside in the chilly morning, I said, “Isn't it too far? Let’s meet somewhere nearby if you say?”

“I don’t know. I want you to wake up and get ready. I will see you at 2 pm at Starbucks, else you are dead”, she disconnected the call.

Kritika & I have been more than just friends, but less than lovers from over two weeks. I was wondering that I was going too fast like I went last time in Apoorva’s case.

I woke up and didn’t bath. It was too much low temperature to bath.

I decided to tell her about Apoorva that day and so I picked up printed copy of my book and took the metro to the Rajiv Chowk for Starbucks.

I couldn't find her anywhere inside the coffee shop. I dialed her number.

“Where are you?” I said in a soft voice so that foreigners could enjoy their own coffee in our country.

“Look at the gate, I am just entering”, she entered with like 12 odd carry bags with different brand labels printed over them with her phone between her ear and shoulder.

I walked towards the door and helped her to carry her bags. She had already booked a table for two.

She sat and took out her rubber band from her pony and tied it again. She looked hottest among all the foreigners sitting around.

“What will you have?” I asked.

“Ahhh…just one Caffe Latte. I just wanted a cosy place to sit and drink the coffee with you.”

“Okay, I will order the same then.”

While our coffees took a little time to brew, I myself touched the topic of Apoorva. A cunning smile appeared on her lustrous pink lips. She asked me start from the start. I took out the copy of the printed book from my bag and passed it to her.

“I want you to read it yourself”, I said while she read the title of the book.

“Sweetly Broken- Every Time I see you? Ummm…Not bad…Looks like lots of hard work had been put it.”

I smiled and she read the first chapter without uttering a single word. I kept checking out pretty faces of the

hot girls around but none could beat the bomb-shell sitting with me on my table.

“Will you do me a favor?” she said while we sipped in the world’s best coffee.

“You just have to say. I won’t say no to you.”

“Let’s go from here. Let’s sit in the garden outside. I will tell you what you have to do then”.

We paid the cheque and went outside. I carried half of her shopping bags for 350 meters. I could easily see a black colour one piece inside one of the bags.

Sun had risen up after 3 days. The sunlight made the chilly day much better to sit in the garden.

We took a bench and she settled her shopping bags all around.

“Yes, what do you want me to do now? Let me tell you, I am very bad at singing and dancing”, I said.”

“Stupid. I am well aware of this fact”, she teased and continued, “I want you to read book to me here, right now and you can’t leave until you complete it”, she said in a cutest tone I ever heard from her.

“I want you to read it yourself.”

“No, I want to listen it from you. I want to see your facial expressions when you read. I want you to relive those days again”, she said looking at my face and tapping the cover page of the book.

“Kritika, I don’t want to read it. Please, I don’t want to read anything about her. I have moved on.”

“Oh, I See Mr. sweetly broken, every time I talk about her. You think you are smart enough that you could just change away a topic in a second. I am a lady, and you should remember that please. I will never let the gossip go away just like that.”

“I get it. Miss Sagittarius where do you want me to start”, there was no point of discussing when I knew one can’t easily beat a Sagittarius.

Kritika’s too much cuteness at her face couldn't stop me to pull the book from her lap and open it. I could end up writing another chapter to describe her beauty. Should I? No. Let’s keep that part later.

She asked me to take out my phone and switch it off because she didn't want to get disturbed. She switched off her phone as well.

“Should we sit here only or do you want to sit somewhere else?” I insisted.

“Is Nikhil at home right now?” she asked.

“I guess he must have for the movie. He was talking about it last night. Should I call him and confirm it?”

“Yeah. That will be great. Here…call him”, she said passing me my phone.

I dialled his number. The loud music as soon as he picked up the call cleared my way to move back to my flat with Kritika. I still confirmed.

“Nikhil, where are you?”

I couldn’t listen to what he said due to lot of background noise. Just then, he messaged.

‘I am out with Shika. The keys are near kept the electricity meter. Will be back late in the night *wink* ’

The winking smiley at the end made me curious that we both might have our best night of life.

First - time author

2013-06-28T23:07:00.000+05:30

What it takes to be a first-time author?

Okay, so one fine day, you feel you have a story to tell the entire world. You believe it can influence many people and touch many hearts. And then, you start writing a book, not knowing what is gonna come your way. You write just because you want to write, nothing else matters. You start living in your own world, creating a beautiful world bit-by-bit and moving towards your wonderful dream inch-by-inch. You are always writing, either in your brain or on a paper or on your laptop. But you always keep writing a story in your head. You just never stop.

Day by day week passes, week by week month passes and time flies like a supersonic jet plane.

But like a snail, even though the pace is slow, you keep moving forward. And on another fine day, after writing thousands of words and editing hundreds of times, you are finally done with the manuscript. A sense of joy fills your heart and you wonder if it was really you who had written a book. You start dreaming of people reading your book and appreciating your effort and saying how much they liked your work. You imagine your book lying on the front shelves of the book stores alongside the best authors’ books. You wonder if you’ll become famous and if everything is almost done. But if you thought that you’re done, you are wrong! The journey has not even begun yet. Welcome to the world of publishing!

So, you’re done with your magnum opus and you start your search for a good publisher. But after a little research on the internet and after talking to a few people in the industry, you’ll very soon realize that writing a book is far easier than getting it published, especially if you’re a first timer.

In this 21st century, where almost everything happens at lightning speed, you’ll be shocked to know that publishers can take anywhere between 3 weeks to 6 months to get back to you. (All through the article, when I use the word ‘publisher’, I am excluding the publishers who publish just any crap under the sun) You may have to wait for weeks to get a reply. Most probably, the reply would be a sorry message saying your manuscript was rejected. If the editor is kind hearted, he will mince words and justify why your manuscript was rejected. If not, just a brutal rejection. Worse, no reply at all.

You soon get depressed when you see rejections all over. But then, you have to understand that this is the test of time and you’ll have to be stronger than you ever were. In Paulo Coelho’s language, the universe is testing your strength of character and your will to achieve what you want. What might give you solace is that Harry potter was rejected by dozen publishers and five point someone was rejected by nine publishers. So, if your manuscript gets rejected, it doesn’t mean it is a bad book.

‘How can one person in a publishing house decide the worth of a manuscript?’, so you may ask. Frankly, I don’t have an answer.

And then, after experiencing rejections, you’ll figure out that there is a smarter way of getting a publisher – literary agents. A literary agent doesn’t guarantee finding a publisher for your book, but the chances are high and you can hope for the best. Yes, hope – the beautiful four letter word that has been the basis of every wonderful dream ever realized. And you hope and you’ll be surprised that the very publisher who had rejected your manuscript earlier considers this time and may even accept it for publishing. So, you finally get a publisher – after few rejections or through a literary agent. You pay good amount of your hard-earned money to the agent. But you know that it’s totally worth it. Totally. You forget the past and feel elated. You feel you’re done and you will be signing autographs in near future. But wait, the show has just begun!

Again, you’ll be surprised to know that it takes anywhere between 6 months to a year for your book to finally see the light of the day. But then, since you don’t have too many options, you go for it. You sign the contract for a meager royalty as you realize that getting published is in itself a big deal. Money doesn’t really matter. You tell yourself – “Let me earn good name with my first book. I can demand something for my next book.”

And then, you start working with your editor who, most probably, has a different perspective of your book. A writer-editor relationship is as intriguing and interesting as a husband-wife relationship. But you’ll give your best shot to get along well with your editor. You’ll insist sometimes, you’ll compromise
sometimes. It feels good when the editor makes your work look better and it hurts when he chops off something that’s very special to you. But then, you understand that both of you are working in the best interest of the book. And you finally come up with the final version of the book. It’s done, finally. So you may think. But hey, picture abhi baaki hain mere dost!

Then comes the cover-design part. No matter how good your book is, if the cover isn’t that good, it becomes difficult for your book to do well. The saying, “don’t judge a book by its cover” is being said since ages because people have been judging the books by its cover since ages.(If you’re already famous, cover doesn’t really matter. But I am writing this article for ordinary first timers) Most probably, you’ll get a cover designed and you’ll convince the designer of the publishing house to accept it. If you’re a perfectionist, you’ll also take care of the layout and the font. But most writers don’t do that as it’s handled mostly by the technical team of publishing houses.

And finally, your book is ready. You hold the first copy of your book like a new born baby. Emotional fools may even shed tears of happiness. You feel happy to finally see a tangible product in your hand. You forget all the hardships. You forget the pain. You forget all the sacrifices you made. You just feel an inexplicable joy. But wait, this doesn’t last long! Very soon, you’ll realize that you’ll have to worry about marketing, sales and distribution.

You’ll very soon figure out that marketing a book is at least 10 times more difficult than writing a book. But you’ll do your best nonetheless. Then, you see distribution problems. Retail store owners wouldn’t stock your books, let alone put them in the front shelves, because for them, money matters and books by first time authors hardly sell, at least initially. When you ask them, they’ll say, “If the book comes in demand, we’ll order more copies?” You’ll feel like asking them, “How would people come to know of the book if the book isn’t placed in the front shelves at least for a few days?” But you won’t ask. You’ll just smile. You’ll soon understand that flipkart, homeshop18 and other online retail stores are a blessing for first timers.

As time passes, people start reading your book. They like it. They give it to their friends. Their friends like it. Word of mouth spreads. You keep getting fan mails. You’ll feel happy. Slowly, sales of your book pick up. Retail stores start ordering your book. And even if your book is really good, most probably, it may take six months to a year for it to be in most retail stores. But for this to happen, the book must be really good. Really, really good!

After that, in case you become a little famous, for your next book, you won’t have to really work so hard to get a publisher. No matter what crap you write, people will still read your book. Or at least buy the book. The writer inside you might feel bad because you understand that the name matters more than the worth of the content of the book. And money matters more than it should matter in the publishing industry. But you get along with the truth. You do your best to write good stuff and life moves on.

But the other side of the story, however, is different. Among hundreds of authors, only very few taste success. The rest, depending on their take on life, may write another book or get along with other things in life. But nevertheless, writing is an enriching experience. You’ll discover yourself and you’ll understand the world better. Whether the book becomes a hit or flop, you’ll never be the same old person again.

Finally, coming to the question - What it takes to be a first time author? Well, the answer is – it takes everything.

Far amazing than what I ever imagined.

2013-05-28T21:25:00.000+05:30

She placed a small piece of paper in my hands and blinked her eyes slowly to keep it with me and said, “Read it when I will go.”

“I won’t let you go”, I smiled, “Apoorva, this is the place I saw you for the first time and see, today, I am here with you again. You are the best gift of my life.”

She looked into my eyes and smiled in her most amazing expressions. We walked over to her class and she asked me to go to my class. I kept the note in my pocket and stepped towards the class. It was 9:05 a.m. and I was already late for the class. I sat at the last seat, luckily, alone. I opened the register and took out the note and opened it over the notebook. The teacher like always was preoccupied with the first benchers.

There were few but beautiful lines that she wrote. She is a good writer, I must say. Lucky me!

Now that you are with me, I have got wings to fly, fly anywhere across the sky. Saril, you are the most amazing I have ever come across. Every step that you take, every move you make, I will be walking with you, giving you all your space, yet in sync. I love the way you make me feel. You can brighten up my gloomiest days, I believe in you. Today, I am with you and I've found my soul mate. Thank you for loving me and being who you are <3

I just couldn’t stop myself from staring at the ‘love note’ and read it over and over again. I wanted to hug her, kiss on her forehead and
hold her tight. She would be so romantic; I never imagined that in my dreams. I sent a text to her.

‘You are far amazing than what I ever imagined J’

An year later.

2013-04-05T20:39:00.003+05:30

“I regret my decision of breaking up with you. Rajat was the not the man I expected him to be. Our love was at the cloud nine. I had totally fallen for him. I want to confess something in front of you that last week; Rajat took me out to dinner to a hotel where we made passionate love later that night. Just after two days he showed his true colours. He stopped answering my calls and didn't respond to any of the messages and that evening, he replied that he wants to breakup for the silly reason that he needs to focus on his career. I felt I am being used and thrown. I couldn't share this with anybody from then. I cried every night. Mohit and I are no longer friends. I recalled every mistake I did and realized that you are the man who knows how to bring me out of any of the troubles. I feel like slapping tight on Rajat’s face right now, but I can’t. Saril, I really miss who I was and what we had. I miss the fun we used to have together. I often used to think about us. I remember how we used to talk to each other every day, I miss that. I read somewhere that our heart is where it comes to the last person we think of at the night before we sleep. It’s been a year that we started the journey though I left you alone in between. I am sorry Saril”, she ended the big story she wanted to tell me.

“You are sorry? Well, I am sorry too. Sorry that you lost the one person that could love the way you deserved to be loved. I wonder what I mean to you now. I have self-respect as well."

“Saril, I know how you are feeling right now”. She leaned over my shoulder and beautifully held my hands, maybe just to make me realize her love, she continued, “If a girl like me is stupid enough to love you back after hurting you, trust me, I will never leave you again.”

“I am mature enough that I could easily forgive you. But I am not dumb enough to trust you again. I am a kind of person whom you
didn't recognize. I will stay committed to a girl as long as she could do the same, else, I would quit myself. In our case, you did. I know how our book will end, why would I read it again? I respect only those girls who can stick to their man. I cannot blame you for walking away as well because I did nothing to make you stay with me just because I listen to my heart and thought about your happiness. Ever since you came into my life, I couldn't help myself thinking about anybody else. People say boys make their girls jealous of other girls. I am not such a man. I wanted to make other girls jealous because you were with me. That much I loved you. I wrote a book for you sleeplessly overnights. And you slept with a guy you barely knew from a month? How anybody can be so stupid? Love sucks, I understood it totally”, I said everything that was hidden in my heart from a year.

She started crying. I wanted to clear her tears off. Her eye liner almost reached to her chin. I wished I could hug her tightly and could make her happy. But I didn't I could have patched up with her, but I didn't It was too late for her to realize the love, maybe which never happened to her. I couldn't start the next chapter of my life if I would have kept reading the previous one.

Legends said that when you are about to die, your life rewinds in front of you, make sure it’s worth watching. I know when it will happen to me; this particular chapter will struck up and will come in front of my eyes again and again.

My dear Future Book

2013-03-11T19:00:00.000+05:30

My dear Future Book

Thank you for always holding up my feelings..Thank you for always strengthening me up..For conveying the message that my heart wants you to do..!
Days passes by, Moments arrived.. Years went on.. And I still feel as if nothing is changed But when I look back to those pages..I have realized Much has changed ..Much is ahead..
And I'm still the same yet people & their perception kept on changing me day by day..!
Bless them !

I just wonder

2013-02-20T01:14:00.000+05:30

I have always wondered if anyone notices me, when I’m walking or doing something.
I wonder if I make someone else’s heart skip a beat,
that someone who wants to talk to me
or if someone falls asleep at night,
while thinking about me.
Someone who appreciates my existence.

I just wonder

Lost !

2013-01-27T00:44:00.002+05:30

‘Why did you do this to me? I remember I talked to you last time when we were together. And today, you made the things worse. I know, this is nobody’s fault, but, you can help me only right now. You already know every detail of the situation I am in. Unfortunately, I want to be out of it. Bring me calls, text, emails, trust…please. Today, that’s all I need to carry on, and it isn't much to ask you for. I am your child. You have done beyond enough for me, but I can't help but ask for more. Because, truly, you are the only one who can bring this storm to peace, who can un-shatter these broken pieces, who can smooth the pottery into something so perfect. So please, do this for me. Can you be on time today? Please...?’

And I stood there for an hour in a false hope, waiting for some miracle to happen. It didn't I recalled the time of last fest in the college, when we both became friends and I started taking dreams. Then came the time when they came true. We shared the priceless moments, though for a very short span. I wondered if I was only sleeping from last few months. I wished that it was merely a dream that I saw. But, I had to accept the truth and none stood there by my side to support me. I felt the chill that ran across my body many times. I wanted to jump from the balcony for a couple of seconds. Then, I struggled to make myself strong. My eyes were wet. I had nothing to do. I don’t smoke. I would have flown away the tensions in the rings of the smoke. Life had put me on a way that I couldn't decide and even think. All the emotions that I had collected from years were flowing out in tears and my mouth was zipped to silence. I could hear the small insects buzzing and giving me a company. For the first time in the life, I had no clue about
myself. I felt like a loser several times.

‘Why the fuck did she came in my life?’ I asked myself and then, it remained unanswered. The wind that blew asked me such million questions in my ears. I have loved her. Would she have loved me ever? I felt as if some chain was knotted around my heart and was pulled from both the ends. Her smile was coming in front of my eyes again and again. I often used to say her, ‘My mom would love you in your wedding dress.’ And today, all the dreams shattered in few seconds. For a second, I thought, some famous artist had carved the walls of pain around me in past few hours. I had nothing left with me. As the time passed, I slowly started accepting that she has gone and I had to live without her. I would miss my dream of going out on a long drive during some rainy day and would kiss her passionately. ‘ Wasn't that weird?’ I thought. I was still imagining her with myself. ‘I am not made for relationships’, I told myself. I went in and turned on my phone. From the long list of playlist, I played a song and sat on the chair in the balcony.

‘maine dil se kaha, dhoondh lana khushi. Nasamajh laaya gum, to ye gum hi shi..’

Life Explained.

2013-01-17T17:47:00.000+05:30

On the first day, God created the dog and said, "Sit all day by the door of your house and bark at anyone who comes in or walks past. For this, I will give you a life span of twenty years." The Dog said, "That's a long time to be barking.. How about only ten years and I'll give you back the other ten?" So God agreed.

On the second day, God created the monkey and said, "Entertain people, do tricks, and make them laugh. For this, I'll give you a twenty-year life span." The Monkey said, "Monkey tricks for twenty years? That's a pretty long time to perform. How about I give you back ten like the dog did?" And God agreed.

On the third day, God created the cow and said, "You must go into the field with the farmer all day long and suffer under the sun, have calves and give milk to support the farmer's family. For this, I will give you a life span of sixty years." The Cow said, "That's kind of a tough life you want me to live for sixty years. How about twenty and I'll give back the other forty?" And God agreed again.

On the fourth day, God created humans and said, "Eat, sleep, play, marry and enjoy your life. For this, I'll give you twenty years." But He said, "Only twenty years?

Could you possibly give me my twenty, the forty the cow gave back, the ten the monkey gave back, and the ten the dog gave back; that makes eighty, okay?" "Okay," said God. "You asked for it."

And then...

So that is why for our first twenty years, we eat, sleep, play and enjoy ourselves. For the next forty years, we slave in the sun to support our family.. For the next ten years, we do monkey ricks to entertain the grandchildren . And for the last ten years, we sit on the front porch and bark at everyone .

Life has now been explained !!!

Notes

2012-12-14T10:06:00.001+05:30

I was getting ready for the college. While I was combing, I smiled. I remember, few days back, I used to dream of the things, and today, dreams come true. That day, the charm on my face, I still often miss that moment.
I picked up my phone and read a text from Apoorva. It was received earlier at 6:20 a.m.
‘Very Good Morning baby… Kunal, I am eagerly waiting to see you today. This may look dream to you, but trust me, everything is happening in real. Yours, Apoo’
‘Will be waiting for the lady, where I met her for the first time, the only difference would be, from today, the lady will be with me always’, I replied.
I used to sit with Rahul in the bus. I told him every detail of the happening. He looked be happy.
It was 8:50 a.m. when our bus reached the college. I asked Rahul to directly move to the class. I stood at the same place, where I was supposed to meet Apoorva. Two minutes later, I saw her entering from the gate. We exchanged the smile. She was with Mohit. She ignored him and approached me.What a wonderful moment it was!!

She came closer to me. And she held my hands, to join hers. When she touched my hand, I wanted nothing more than to hold it forever. She kept a small piece of paper in my hands and blinked her eyes slowly to keep it with me and said, “Read it when I will go.”
“I won’t let you go”, I smiled, “Apoorva, this is the place I started and see, today, I am here with you again. You are the best gift.”
She looked into my eyes and smiled in her
most amazing expressions. We walked over to her class and she asked me to go to the class. I kept the note in my pocket and stepped toward the class. It was 9:05 a.m. and I was already late for the class. I got the last seat, luckily, alone. I opened the register and and opened the note over the notebook. The teacher was, like always, busy with first benchers.
The note was a yellow coloured paper with few lines written on it. She is a good writer, I should say. Lucky me !
‘Now you are with me, I have got wings to fly, fly anywhere in the sky. Kunal, you are the most amazing and lovely person I have come across. I will walk shoulder to shoulder with you, giving you all your space, yet in sync. I love the way you make me feel. You can brighten up my darkest days, I believe in you. Today, I am with you and I've found my soul mate. Thank you for loving me and being who you are’

Someone.

2012-12-04T16:56:00.003+05:30

I kept smiling for few minutes and kept staring at the wall. All the things I wished to, happened to me just a moment back. This is what best part of love is. Love is living in the same lanes. Love is finding time for each other. It’s when, you know that your heart is
in safe ~~hands~~ soul. It’s the feeling when you enjoy the simple things,together. For me, love is unthinkable without her. Love is when you find someone,you always dreamed of.

Lakh Duniya Kahe, Tum Yahin ho :)

2012-12-03T19:53:00.001+05:30

The lyrics of the song takes you to some other world. Listen to it wth your earphones on and eyes closed.
Lyrics attached here in
Lakh duniya kahe, tum nahi ho
Tum yahin ho, tum yahin ho

Lakh duniya kahe, tum nahi ho
Tum yahin ho, tum yahin ho
Meri har soch mein, meri har baat mein
Mere ehsaas mein, mere jazbaat mein
Tum hi tum ho, tum har kahin ho
Ho..
Lakh duniya kahe, tum nahi ho
Tum yahin ho, tum yahin ho
Ho..
Lakh duniya kahe, tum nahi ho
Tum yahin ho, tum yahin ho
Tum ne chodha hai kab saath mera
Thaame ho aaj bhi haath mera
Koi manzil koi rehguzar ho
Aaj bhi tum mere humsafar ho
Jaaon chahe jahan, tum wahin ho
Ho oh oh..
Lakh duniya kahe, tum nahi ho
Tum yahin ho, tum yahin ho
Ho..
Lakh duniya kahe, tum nahi ho
Tum yahin ho, tum yahin ho
Tum yahin ho, tum yahin ho
Tum yahin ho, tum yahin ho
Tum yahin ho, tum yahin ho
Tum yahin ho, tum yahin ho
Issi gagan ke hawaaon mein tum ho....

Rang banke fizaaon mein tum ho
Koi gaaye koi saas gunje
Sab surili sadaaon mein tum ho
Tum ko har roop mein, dil hai pehchanta
Log hai bekhabar, par hai dil jaanta
Tum mere paas ho, dilnashin ho
Ho..
Lakh duniya kahe, tum nahi ho
Tum yahin ho, tum yahin ho
Ho..
Laakh duniya kahe, tum nahi ho
Tum yahin ho, tum yahin ho
Tum yahin ho, tum yahin ho
Tum yahin ho, tum yahin ho
Tum yahin ho, tum yahin ho
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Video Credits- Youtube

Sometimes, you just can't help it!

2012-12-03T19:19:00.002+05:30

Sometimes things go wrong and no matter how hard you try, you just can't make them right again. That's when you accept the reality of today and plan the strategy for tomorrow !

Accepting the truth.

2012-11-08T00:19:00.001+05:30

Whole night, I kept looking at the bracelet. “What I am going to do with it now?” I thought. I walked out of the room and stood in the balcony. I looked up and imagined Somebody somewhere across the sky.

‘Why did you do this to me? I remember I talked to you last time when we were together. And today, You have made the things worse. I know, this is nobody’s fault, but, you can help me only right now. You already know every detail of the situation I am in. Unfortunately, I want to be out of it. Bring me calls, text, emails, trust…please. Today, that’s all I need to carry on, and it isn't much to ask You for. I am your child. You have done beyond enough for me, but I can't help but ask for more. Because, truly, you are the only one who can bring this storm to peace, who can un-shatter these broken pieces, who can smooth the pottery into something so perfect. So please, do this for me. Can on time be today? Please...?’
And I stood there for an hour in a false hope, waiting for some miracle to happen. It didn't I recalled the time of last fest in the college, when we both became friends and I started taking dreams. Then came the time when they came true. We shared the priceless moments, though for a very short span. I wondered if I was only sleeping from last few months. I wished that it was merely a dream that I saw. But, I had to accept the truth and none stood there by my side to support me. I felt the chill that ran across my body many times. I wanted to jump from the balcony for a couple of seconds. Then, I struggled to make myself strong. My eyes were wet. I had nothing to do. I don’t smoke. I would have flown away the tensions in the rings of the smoke. Life had put me on a way that I couldn't decide and even think. All the emotions that I had collected from years were flowing out in tears and my mouth was zipped to silence. I could hear
the small insects buzzing and giving me a company. For the first time in the life, I had no clue about myself. I felt like a loser several times.
‘Why the fuck did she came in my life?’ I asked myself and then, it remained unanswered. The wind that blew asked me such million questions in my ears. I have loved her. Would she have loved me ever? I felt as if some chain was knotted around my heart and was pulled from both the ends. Her smile was coming in front of my eyes again and again. I often used to say her, ‘My mom would love you in your wedding dress.’ And today, all the dreams shattered in few seconds. For a second, I thought, some famous artist had carved the walls of pain around me in past few hours. I had nothing left with me. As the time passed, I slowly started accepting that she has gone and I had to live without her. I would miss my dream of going out on a long drive during some rainy day and would kiss her passionately. ‘ Wasn't that weird?’ I thought. I was still imagining her with myself. ‘I am not made for relationships’, I told myself. I went in and turned on my phone. From the long list of playlist, I played a song and sat on the chair in the balcony.
‘maine dil se kaha, dhoondh lana khushi. Nasamajh laaya gum, to ye gum hi shi..’

Love is when.

2012-10-30T01:27:00.001+05:30

Love is when she makes coffee for me and takes a sip before giving it to me, to make sure the taste is OK.

Memories never fade.

2012-10-30T00:42:00.001+05:30

Our exams were over and the semester was over. The winter breaks were on. I stayed home and of course, on my laptop most of the time. My mother used to scold me for sitting on the computer continuously for hours. And then, the volume level of my woofers used to annoy everyone. New Year was approaching and I used to compare myself in every aspect with the year that was passing. I had found someone; I could pass my life with. It found a good friend, Tanisha, with whom I used to share my day talks. She was 2 year junior though. It was mid of August that year that I sent a random friend request to a girl, like a dumb boy would do. She didn't accept it so earlier. She was getting into our college in September. For a long time, we used to talk in messages, but we were not friends yet. And then, like slowly and slowly, things got better, we used to talk whole day. She was a cute little girl who would always send me a single smiley ‘:P’ at the end of every text. It was funny. She made me laugh often. Actually, we used to laugh. We never met in person, but we shared all. It was funny, but I liked it though. We never talked over phone, but we were texting friends. I loved it. That year, I was handling the responsibility at the auditorium where the fresher would sit and would listen to the boring ppts and other speeches. We met in person there only for the very first time. I, along with one of my friends, Iqbal was handling the stage during the stage for some starting informal conversation with the juniors. We told them about the college life and the rules. We made them comfortable and they joined us in laughter soon. We were asking few questions in between too. She dropped me a text, ‘Don’t ask me anything’. I looked at her and promised her with my eyes. She sent me a smiley. We met later during lunch and that too for a short span. She was a little kiddo, who had a smile on her face all the time even without reasons. Though I was a senior, I never presented like the one to her. We were friends. Often, she used to say, ‘ I wish you were

in my year.’ And these things became more often when she had already passed a month in the college. She used to feel alone. I had already got the hint about her feelings, but I never showed that I knew everything. Unknowingly and stupidly, I used to make her smile when she used to be low. And then a text would be received, ‘you know how to make me happy in any case J’. She was a baby but with a little sense. I often saw her roaming in college corridors alone. But, as we were text friends, we met never in person again. We were good like that. Things would have been awkward if I would meet her. And one day, I let her for the emotions to flow out. Long paged messages were shared. She told me about her loneliness. Her friends were not much. And I was the only one she could trust upon in college. I had not told her about Apoorva then. I didn't want to. I knew, this would hurt her. And one day, she told me about the feelings. That happened in all in a sudden through those texts which demanded a reply must! I told her that we are friends, and we are good like this. Don’t make the things complicated. And from then, we were more comfortable. She knew that I would never be with her and she accepted it with a smile.

Tanisha, you, unknowingly taught me many lessons and I wanted to thank her through this.

Someday, I knew this will happen.

2012-10-21T09:25:00.001+05:30

And then that smile fell off her face for the last time. And she was no longer perfect, no longer flawless. All that was left of her was a beautiful disaster.

Life is unfair!

2012-10-18T23:01:00.001+05:30

Life is indeed unfair. There are times when I’d stare at the sky at night and wonder why you are my entire universe when I’m not even a little star in yours.

One morning!

2012-10-11T19:39:00.002+05:30

I was thinking about Appoorva only. She had made a special place in our first conversation. I could still recall the complete scene. She was looking gorgeous. Appoorva … Appoorva...Appoorva… I wanted to talk to her that night. Talk about anything. I wanted to know her. I wanted to share everything thing with her that night. She had totally made me crazy. I wished to wake up earlier to see her as she had the first speech of the day. I went back to the room. I put up earphones and played the song and like my habit, I played the best that suits the situation and started humming in my mind with David Choi

I'm just listening to the clock go ticking
I am waiting as the time goes by
I think of you with every breath I take
I need to feel your heartbeat next to mine
You're all I see in everything
I just wanna hold you
I just wanna kiss you
I just wanna love you all my life
I normally wouldn't say this but I just can't contain it
I want you here forever right here by my side…’

I was in bed looking up towards the roof and still thinking continuously about her. Gosh!! I check my phone to check the time. It was 4:30 am already. I had been instructed to report at 07:00 am for final inspection. I woke up and went to take a bath. Everybody was sleeping in the hostel. 2-3 tube lights were still on. Maybe gamer or NERDS. I got ready at around 5:15 am and had nothing to do as such. I decided to go for a walk. While everyone was still asleep, I silently left the room and was on the road near to college to give time to myself to think.
I saw her just a week back and today, I
couldn't stop thinking about her. How time changes!!
Love had something special that stays with it always.The sun was rising up and stars were dimming out, but my universe remained the same, I was glad that I met her and finally had a chance to talk with her. No idea, if she was feeling anything or I was just another friend to her. It was a fresh start of a friendship which I wanted to take to a different level. One thing that was stopping me was what if she had some guy in her life? What if she was committed? What if she won’t like me? Millions of thoughts ran across my mind and one answer that I got, ‘Common Bro... Get to know her first’. Sometimes, we have to listen to our mind rather than heart. It was tough, though I accepted it. I played a song and sat nearby some farms which had yellow little flowers blossoming with dew,
‘O re manva tu to baawra hai...tu hi jaane tu kya sochta hai baawre… Kyun dikhaye sapne tu. Sote-jaagte... Jo barse sapne boond boond, naino ko moond moond...kaise mein kahun...dekh ana sakun...anjaane raaste... Goonja sa hai koi Iktara...’
Sometimes, songs say everything how we feel. I met a girl, with laughter in her eyes, and in a single moment, my world confused. The kind of girl, that once-in-a-lifetime. And all I had to offer was me-Myself. Just to tell her once, that 'You are beautiful'.
Something happened to me after meeting her. My sleeps flew away from eyes. I felt restless. Why is so beautiful? Correct me if I am wrong, she is as charming as a full moon. She looked like flowers when she smiles and the redness of your cheeks during it, is priceless. My eyes, always awaited her. I missed her. My senses were becoming unaware without her. I was recalling the time we spent together. And then, being a small town boy, I started imaging a lot. Someday, I will land up staying with her. I will wake up and would smile when she will wake up. I want to brush her hair with my fingers. I would have everything that day. We will go out in a car, somewhere she would want to. She would lean over my shoulder and would share her story. Slowly and steadily, all pieces of love will get connected someday. I may cry someday but I would have a belief that she would be with me. I want to grow old with her. I want to look myself in her eyes, all the time. Today, my eyes were opening, which remained wet for over time. Someday, the shine over the faded mirrors will come back. We would paint our lives with mixture of colours. Whenever I would get time, I would love myself for loving her in this way. The more I will love her, I would feel it lesser.
‘kaun kehnda e k duniya vicchon rabb gya.. Menu naina vicchon tere labh gya’
Oh God, The love is different feeling. I feel You are somewhere in it. I want to spend my life in her shadow. The shadow of love, the shadow of care and affection. Thank YOU, I have met her whom you have made – the one for me.

Her Story.

2012-10-05T20:45:00.000+05:30

It was some mid-night. I was checking facebook and has minimized gtalk. It would have been probably 01:00 a.m. Mother was calling me again and again, and I, I was stick to the screen. Facebook was getting bore, so I decide to watch some movie. I searched for some romantic movie in my computer. Suddenly the sound of Google talk notification buzzed up in between.
‘Hi’ the chat screen popped up. It was him.
Like any girl, millions of questions ran across in next few seconds. My eyes was still looking at the chat screen and the cursor was still blinking to send him a reply. The moment was just there, where I wanted myself in his world.

‘Hi.. wassup?’, I wrote.
‘Nothing much, was playing game. How about you? Wassup?’
‘Was watching a movie: P’
‘is time? Kya hi baat hai… ‘
‘haha :P’
‘is time pe kon movie dekhta hai…m sure tu koi hindi romantic picture laga k baithi hogi’
‘haha..aise hi bus..time pass :P’
And that’s how it started. It would have been a feeling of a fresh start to a relation for life, I never thought that. We would be talking to each other endlessly for nights someday, I never thought that.
We started chatting regularly then. Every night after dinner, we used to talk over internet for countless hours. We always started our chat with a smiley and ends with the same. Often, we would say good night and would keep talking for many more hours. We discussed our college, friends, life, songs, movies, places, his video games, my favorite dishes, his secrets & my personal secrets. We got attached soon. Some magic was happening probably. We were getting ‘used-to’ each other. Our lives were brilliant. Our friendship had some special bond. Everything we used to do, we do think about each other once before doing something.
One thing that was happening was really hurting me. We talked less, actually, nothing in person at college. Somehow and still unknown, few of our friends got to know about us. They started teasing us. The awkward moments surrounded us often then. We sometimes used to smile at them to avoid and many a times, we ignored. I tried harder to avoid this. I felt ignored many times, I still ignored, and after all, it was for his good sake. I remained calm and never showed him. It was tough time and I fought because I knew, this time will never affect our lives in coming years. And that moment,
I felt something special for him. I had become totally dependent on him for my small decisions. I wanted to tell this to him but wanted to give some more time to judge him completely.
We started talking over nights, over texts and phones, like a couple and one day, we accepted, we are best friends. It was enough to make my day. I wanted to share my joy with my friends, but I decided to tell this to my best friend only. I showed her the message he sent last night.

You are the sweetest girl I've ever known. You have the biggest heart and are so strong. You always know how to make me smile even when i don’t want to. You've always believed in me and i promise i will always believe in you. You are the most amazing girl friend (and not girlfriend) I could ever ask for. I have never cared another girl like i do you. You have brought so much joy and happiness into my life that i could die today and say my life was good. You are so good to me and i know you try so hard to be there for me. i will do anything to make you smile or laugh because you have the most amazing laugh and when you smile all i see is perfection I trust you so much that none can spoil it. You are amazing my best friend J
And that day, I started dreaming us together. Today, sitting next to him is an amazing feeling and rewinding these chapters together is the best of all things we enjoy.
Love happens automatically and you can’t help. We giggled over little things that made us happy because with him, even the small conversation was beautiful rather than a long one with anyone else.
We smiled looking at each other in the lectures. I had no idea that people used to notice us. But, when it was him, I never mind whom they look at. So finally, one night while we were texting each other on a beautiful night. With a chill running down my veins, I pressed the ‘send’ button on my phone
He: I love you.
Nervously, I thought, this was the time I had always been waiting for. And I am taking too long to reply him back. He must be wandering if I had thought something wrong. No, I can’t hurt him.
Me: I love you too.
He: :-)
Me: And I’ll always love you.
He: Well good cause I've fallen completely and 100% in love with you so there’s no turning back now, I’m in it for the long run.
Me: Is that a line from a movie or a song?
He: Nah, it’s a line from my heart.
Me: That was cute J I love you so much!

That night, we decided to share a lifelong relationship with numberless promises and dreams. He was mine.
Today, I love the way he smiles. That crooked smile that just makes me happy too. The way his beautiful eyes light up whenever he does smile. The way he stares at the doorway before class, the way it looks like he’s waiting for someone, and I show up and he always looks at me and glances away quickly. How he’s so quiet, and how he’s so shy. He’s perfect to me.

World’s Simplest Rule :)

2012-09-26T21:10:00.004+05:30

Her words actually melted me and I realised-

I am so poor that I couldn’t understand world’s simplest rule.

Anisha won soul that day, although she had won my heart many weeks back; she was the one who could make me walk on the path of life and whom I could simply trust upon, with my eyes deeply closed. She was simply the one- the girl of my senses!

I didn’t have words to reply her, but just looked into her eyes; I could feel the pain she is

going through and the toughness she is seeing in her life- Unbearable!

I wished I could hold her in my arms and let her pour all the pain, into my heart, and make me feel that YES, I am the one who is actually hers; that was just I dream that I wanted to fulfilled always and that day, I decided to make it come true one day !

“ponnnnn…. Ponn-ponn….,” bus horn broke up the silence, and she waved up her hands passing me a fake smiled-face, this time, hiding all her pains and tears in her eyes and she turned her face from me, leaving me all alone in the whole world. I felt that something really special in this world was going far from me and that too in front of

my eyes and I was helpless, seriously HELPLESS!

I couldn’t concentrate on anything, actually everything, that evening. All that ran the pictures of one – Anisha, with each pain of the world in her heart! I couldn’t stop myself and cried; I don’t know you are laughing or consoling me in your heart, but that was the fact- I cried , I cried really hard for her..shayad, more than the day Sunakshi left me… and that moment, at that very particular moment, I realized- she is the only one made for me & I am the only one made for her. Till now, the Ultimate accountant was making me realize everything that was completely missing in me and He had sent something called ‘Anisha’, my Anisha, in front of me to let me know- what is LIFE? J

There was none that could take her place now and the next- and I would not let anyone to take my place in her life. I was in love, yes! Once again- call it whatever you want; but that’s me; I couldn’t let that stop anymore. I had decided to tell Anisha, my dearest and adorable; the girl of my soul, about my feelings for her very soon, before she goes far away from me…

I have got this very advice from someone, I won’t like to mention name:

“Start ignoring girls, they will come back to you themselves, with something different feeling or you. And that is the only way that could help in your case. Go ahead, and win her!”

The above article is a part of 'Sweetly Broken- Every time I see You!'
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