tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4453204881870983282024-03-05T20:59:47.772-08:00"PhantaSm- My ReaL!ty"JouRney afTer "The EnD"TiN! (:http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674612359372611713noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445320488187098328.post-43174887170685514832013-03-01T09:13:00.002-08:002013-03-01T09:13:15.741-08:00The Last Letter-- Part-II<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Priyansh sat opposite to her and Shanaya glared at him
blankly not knowing how to react next. It’s been 5years since he had left and
from then, they never met again. Their paths never crossed each other, as
Priyansh had decided. Unlike today. He never thought of coming across her, not
this way, this place. Shanaya, lost in her own world of happiness, never gave
it much thought but deep inside, she missed her best friend, she missed
Priyansh.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I thought you were as talkative as before, but all you are
doing is to ogle at me. Do I look bad?” said Priyansh casually. As if they had
never parted, as if they were the same old besties. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“uh? Oh yeah, Sorry. And I have turned out to be more
talkative these days I guess, so don’t worry I am not going to bore you. And
about looks? You have grown old.” Shanaya winked and laughed. He saw her
smiling and he smiled seeing her sparkling face after years and that soothed
his pain like never before. There was awkwardness between them, yet they shared
words and laughed their heart out reliving those good days and remembering
their school friends. In between the talks, Priyansh kept looking at her face,
her eyes, the smile, the chirpy voice that he had been missing all these years.
Shanaya caught his stare and moved her eyes and blushed like a kid.<o:p></o:p></div>
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After their dinner, Shanaya got back with her book and
Priyansh tuned into his playlist and there was a silence between the two
again.
“So,
what’s going on in your life?” said Priyansh, breaking the wry silence.
“Nothing much. Good as always. Getting Married next week and going for a
short holiday with Rishab before our marital status change.” She said with an
excitement but then turned conscious with her words looking at him.
“whoa. Great. Congratulations to both of you
and wish u all the happiness in the world.” He said with a fake smile. Rishab
didn’t expect it certainly, and his wounds seemed new and fresh all over again.
The pain was even more intense. He looked away from her, looked out of the
window trying to ignore the words that were ringing in his ear.. “ Getting
married next week…”
“What about you, by the way? What’s going on in your life?” Shanaya
asked him excitedly trying to change the cloudy mood. “ Me? Ah! Having a good
job, a good salary, a big house to live in and same routine every day. Sounds
good. Isn’t it?” he smiled at her sarcastically. “wow Mr. Richie
Rich, sounds cool. Girls must be drooling over you. Any Girl Friend?” Shanaya
was happy and excited but she must have not expected such a reply.
“No, I forgot to add, an empty life with a heart already filled with
love. Love for my Shanaya. I am done with my share of love.” He smiled at her
innocently.
She looked into his eyes, for the first time since their sudden meet,
she couldn’t smile back. She did not
expect it. Wishing him good night, she placed herself comfortably on her berth
and closed her eyes. She remembered all those days she had spent with Priyansh,
she remembered how strong their bond was and how every single second, they
dedicated to each other. She realized life has changed for her and she has
moved a lot far but somewhere Priyansh was still loving her silently, just like
before. With thoughts clouding her mind, slowly she fell asleep. The night came
to an end but the impact of the night was still there. Shanaya’s sleep was
disturbed by the different irritating sounds on the train and she woke up
realizing, her destination was quite near. Opening her eyes, she started
looking for Priyansh on the berths beside but she couldn’t find him. He was no
where near to be seen. Her face dropped of disappointment. Something struck her
suddenly. It was a white folded sheet placed over her luggage. It was a letter. A letter from Priyansh.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<i>Shanaya,<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>I never thought I
would come across you again in my life, not this way at least. Though I missed
your presence in my life, I had decided to stay away. Your company added
happiness to my life, added colors to it. My life seemed complete in those days
when I was your one and only partner- with whom you shared your tears, smile,
laughter, joy and every single thing. I never thought of being without you, I
never thought I would lose you someday. I know, I was being a fool but I could
never imagine you with someone else and so I never did. When you told me about
Rishab, I couldn’t stand those words but I knew you loved him a lot and you
were happy. Your happiness always mattered to me and so I decided to go away from
you. I left with a heavy heart but somewhere I knew you would miss me as I had
left you with enough memories. I was afraid to look back and so I never came
back and never let our paths cross. Today, fate brought me back to you but not
for any good. I won’t say I am happy to know that you are getting married but
am happy to see you happy with him. You were excited to know about my love
life. I would say, am happily in love with you and I don’t mind doing that. I
never stopped loving you and I never will. We promised to be there for each
other forever no matter what. But, we both broke the promise. I left you and
you never needed me. Life has moved on for both of us but my love is still the
same, fresh and new. But I always preferred your happiness and I still do. I
wish you a happy married life with Rishab and I wish to never meet you again
because I still cannot imagine you with anyone else. On the last day of our
exam, I wrote you a good-bye letter and believed it was the last one. But today
am writing again to you, and I promise, this will be the “last letter” from me
to you. I bid you a final good-bye. You look cute while sleeping and I didn’t
want to disturb your sleep. I am leaving, all over again. We are departing, all
over again. And yeah, I love you, just like before. Take care<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>“Your” Priyansh.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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Shanaya wiped her tears that were flowing down from a long
time. She looked up and the train had already reached the station. Keeping the
letter safely inside her bag, she walked towards the door and saw Rishab
standing there and waiting for a glance of her. She saw him grin widely and
just as the train stopped, they ran to each other and Rishab hugged her tightly
and her happiness was beyond limits again. Comforting herself in his arms, she
wiped the last tear drop and smiled like a little kid who had found a chocolate
factory. Rishab held her hand and started narrating his plans excitedly.
Shanaya was back to her world of happiness and hopped and laughed with Rishab
describing her own plans. Things went on… But the journey surly had an
impression on her.. <o:p></o:p></div>
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TiN! (:http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674612359372611713noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445320488187098328.post-50700414463248842982013-02-28T09:04:00.002-08:002013-02-28T09:04:57.929-08:00The Last Letter---<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Light rays entered the room peeping through the window like
a nasty neighbor trying to eavesdrop the
gossip going nearby, and succeeded in unsettling her peaceful journey in her
dreamland. She twisted sides, but her dream was already shattered and her eyes,
even though closed, could reciprocate to the shining day-light, waiting for her
consent to enter completely and lit up the entire room. Finally diminishing the
urge to hug her blanket tight, she decided to wake up and begin her day.
Sitting on her bed, she looked out of the window… and the sun rays, like an
obedient apprentice, shone even brighter and her evenly tanned skin was glowing
a bit more giving her the perfect silk look and to add to it was her innocent
fresh smile like a newly bloomed flower with water-drops adding more beauty to
it.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Amidst her dream-world, she realized, she has a train to
catch in the afternoon.. and <i>holy shit!</i>
It was 8.30 am and she had bags to pack, certainly not an easy and fast task
for a girl.. a girl like Shanaya. She is a girl living in her own world of
happiness and colors. With darkness, she meant night and which further
described- Party, lights, music, dance.. She had her own dictionary with her own
creation of synonyms. People around, envied her as they never saw her crying or
complaining about life which was not at all perfect but which she treated like
a perfect gift to her from God. But little did they know, her smile was too
influencing and her tears were too opaque. She believed, Life is how you see
it, take it, and enjoy it. She loved being chirpy, loud, crazy and people
couldn’t <i>not </i>love her. She believed
in extremities, creating her own boundary. She loved her friends beyond limits
and she hated her enemies, even though very few, to the extreme. “Love” was always a fantasy to her. From all
sorts of romantic movies to books, she never resisted the concept of love..
Loving and being loved! Dream dates to surprises… A Prince charming and a Grand wedding, she
had it all in her mind. Not once, but hundreds of times. 5 years back she found
her “Mr. Perfect”… Yes, with all his flaws, he was still her perfect guy as she
loved him with all her heart and her “extreme-ness” reached to a new level. A
perfect-couple, as people said and they were nothing less. Rishab was “the guy”
she realized and they decided to fulfill the dream of a grand wedding of
theirs. <o:p></o:p></div>
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In a week, Shanaya would be living her dream in a gorgeous
designer lehenga and jewelries in a perfectly set stage for their grand
wedding .. She and Rishab would tie
their knots forever. Before that, both of them planned to spend a two-day
Pre-marriage Holiday, together. Nothing would change after a week, they knew,
yet, they decided over a lame excuse to be together. Shanaya decided to travel to
Rishab’s place and that too by a train, unlike always. She always believed in
being different and crazy. <o:p></o:p></div>
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But little did she knew, the journey would leave a different
impact on her .. With memories flashing
back and promises she couldn’t keep. Even though the impact was for a short
period, memories came back only for a moment, but the intensity was beyond
limits.. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Coach S-4 Berth-7, Shanaya Rawat. She was struggling with
her luggage- big enough for a two-day trip. Finally she reached her destination
after a lot of hard work and relaxed on her window-side seat. With a smile
glued to her face, like always, she was waiting for the train to start and
experience a journey new to her and above all, the happiness of meeting Rishab
after hours of waiting and travelling. She rested on her seat with a playlist
of her all-time-fav songs in her I-pod and the Train began to move. She looked
out of the window and let the breeze play with her hair like those in her
favorite Hindi-movies. Shattering her perfect scene of a romantic movie, out of
the blue, she heard her name being called by someone. She detached her
ear-phones and instantly looked up, and to her surprise, she met a <i>known-stranger</i> amidst the crowd.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Shanaya must have never thought of coming across him, again,
not this way at least. It was Priyansh, her Best-Friend from school. They were
buddies meant to be forever, or that is what everyone thought like and they
shared Friendship, everyone envied of. Not a single day people could see them
detached, even during their fights, they stayed together without talking ..
though for a short time always. They were BFF’s and they promised to be
together forever.. <i>Little did they knew….
</i>Life<i> </i>was perfect. Till,
one fine day, Shanaya told him about the guy in her life, the one she
considered to be her “forever”.. Rishab. With her innocent smile and chirpy
voice, like every single thing, she shared this happiness of her with Priyansh
but she had never expected a reaction full of rage and hatred. The guy she
considered to be her best friend since years, was silently falling in love with
her each day and a bit more every passing moment. But the very thought of
losing Shanaya, an important part of him, stopped him from speaking out his
heart. It was their last year of school when Shanaya informed him about her
newly found love, Rishab and he couldn’t tolerate her words, words of love for
Rishab. Recovering from her shock, Shanaya had asked for an explanation for his
rude behavior and that was the day, Priyansh finally confessed his love towards
her. There was no Proposal, no acceptance, no rejection.. rather followed a
broken friendship, tears and misunderstandings. They never talked about it
again, never tried to sort it out because Priyansh’s love for Shanaya was
beyond words, explanations and Shanaya was head-over heels in Love with “her”
Rishab and distanced herself from her “Best-friend”. Nobody was at fault, it
was Cupid who was at wrong. Few months of their “last-school-year” passed and
they never met after school ended. But on the last day of their school,
Priyansh gathered some courage and walked towards Shanaya to talk. Seeing him
approach, she got conscious but even she was dying to hear his voice since
long. He told her that he is leaving the city after the exams and certainly
they are never going to meet again, until fate decides and gave her a letter.
She blinked rapidly to stop her tear from flowing but in vain. <o:p></o:p></div>
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She still had that letter with her where Priyansh described
his love with the perfect words and for the first and last time, he deciphered
his eternal love towards her. He wanted her to be happy and so decided to not
cross her path again as he was not unaware about the pain she received with
their detachment and her disability to correct things. He couldn’t see her sad
face. He decided to leave.</div>
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Continued to Part-II <o:p></o:p></div>
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TiN! (:http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674612359372611713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445320488187098328.post-22843061944165188892013-01-28T10:38:00.000-08:002013-01-28T10:38:39.712-08:00Distance Matters..Only when You want it to!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I checked myself in the mirror all over again and looked at
the watch. I was dressing up so much for someone for the first time in life and
all I wanted was to look good. No matter what the temperature is, a girl can
always beat the cold when it comes to dressing up and I am no exception. It was
the last day of the year and undoubtedly one of the coldest nights, yet I was
wearing my favorite knee-length dress with matching heels on. I wanted to look
perfect and special as the night was certainly special to me. It was 6.45 and
my patience crossed it’s level, my nervousness was reaching its peak and I was
trembling.. not due to the extreme cold 31<sup>st</sup> night but due to
anxiety and impatience. It was “our” first meet after all.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Yes, we are in a long distance relationship and we don’t
know from when but it’s been months that we are in love.. truly-madly-deeply.
It might sound crazy that how can you fall in love without meeting and knowing
a person, but we share a different bond. We have been friends first, then
turned to soul-mates and now happily being together in spite of the distance.
..<o:p></o:p></div>
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At around 7, finally I got a call from him and he was there!
I was all set to meet him after those hundreds of video chats, long late night
talks, 4 months of staying apart and missing each other, yet I was tensed and
almost freaked out. I saw him walking towards me and all I could do was smile,
blush and look away. Finally the long waited time was here, the distance
disappeared and we were standing right next to each other, not virtually, but
in reality! After all our chats and unstoppable talks over skype and phone,
there was an awkward silence during our first meet. We both were feeling shy,
we greeted each other with a hug which was way too awkward and formal… yet, it
was the first one and first of everything is special. It took us a few minz to
believe the reality and dilute the awkward silence between us and as always I
began with my chatter, which he always likes. We felt comfortable being with
each other. I was extremely happy to be with him and dint stop blabbering and
smiling. Unlike always, he was quiet and shy i guess! I couldn’t stop looking
at him, into his eyes.. He was looking handsome no doubt and we complemented each
other. I felt complete with him. His
presence was something that enlightened me.. it was our first official meet but
it seemed 2 me as if i have known him since forever. All these days i have been
planning, dreaming for this day but i could think of nothing after i met him.. all
i knew was, my happiness went beyond limits. I had the best ending to a year
and also the best beginning of a new one. I didn’t hesitate being with him, it
was a new feeling and somewhere I felt, I have been with him this way since
forever, it was something known yet fresh and new. He treated me like a
princess.. he treats me like one, every single day! I saw the respect, love and
care in his eyes, attitude and words. We had the best days of our life but I
love the way he keeps telling me, “the best ones are yet to come, just grow old
with me”. I had those few days with him where there was no tension to count the
time to check the time-difference, I could meet him anytime, I could be with
him, not virtually but really and those were the best ones. We have lived our
“Forever” in these numbered days..<o:p></o:p></div>
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Now that he’s gone, all I can do is just wait for him, wait
to be with him again. The wait might be months or may be almost an year but now
I believe, it’s worth waiting at times. People say distance relationships never
work as distances always creep in, I myself never believed in one. But until
you find that right person of your life, even being together doesn’t help. In
these days, I have realized, distance actually never matters.. Love does! It’s
all about how you feel and if you have the will, you always find the way. No
matter how many miles apart we are, he is always the first guy I talk to after
waking up and certainly the last one I talk to before sleeping. Even the time
difference couldn’t disrupt us. We of course don’t get to meet every day,
celebrate every occasion together, and we do miss “us” being together but we
know how to begin and end each day together, and make each day count, make it
special. A bond can never turn weak or it never breaks because of the distance,
rather it grows stronger with trust. Distances never let people fall apart.
Wrong feelings, wrong person and lies do.<o:p></o:p></div>
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To all those who said, it never works.. It does, only if you
want it to. Being in a Distance relationship is cute and i believe they have
the courage to fight with every obstacle.<o:p></o:p></div>
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To all those who are worried about the distance… Don’t be.
At the end of the day, it’s the love that matters, it’s the trust that makes
you stronger. So stop worrying and keep loving! <span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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TiN! (:http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674612359372611713noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445320488187098328.post-62250144764547730522012-12-06T09:58:00.001-08:002012-12-06T09:58:24.127-08:00December Dream..<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: #444444;">The mist was growing white and dense<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #444444;">It was only me and you-“Us” with no fence<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #444444;">And then I could see the sight turned haze..<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #444444;">Your presence was enough to erase every maze..<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #444444;">The December night, we on a frozen road<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #444444;">Only your warmth </span><span style="color: #444444;"> </span><span style="color: #444444;">, that could comfort</span></div>
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<span style="color: #444444;">A journey began without any destination..<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #444444;">And your existence to me, turned to an addiction..</span></div>
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<span style="color: #444444;">I could hear the heart-beats, I trusted most<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #444444;">I could listen to the silence engrossed<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #444444;">Which contained words, unspoken..<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #444444;">For I knew, you would never leave it broken..<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #444444;">You looked into my eyes, stiffened the grip<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #444444;">You are the one, I knew, I would forever keep<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #444444;">The ticklish feeling and a chill ran down my spine..<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #444444;">Distances never mattered, as I believed, you are mine..<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #444444;">Swathed around in your arms, on a winter night<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #444444;"> Having you beside,
with the entire world I could fight..<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #444444;">You lifted me up, and a warm hug, the feeling was first<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #444444;">And new, but deep-rooted was our Trust<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #444444;">I closed my eyes, but I could sense the whiff<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #444444;">I could feel you closer and hear your sniff..<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #444444;">The world seemed dark, but you embraced me<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #444444;">In your arms, and then there was light I could see..<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #444444;">A beam of light peeked, enlightened the stake<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #444444;">I tried to open my eyes but I could feel an ache..<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #444444;">The ambiance seemed unalike, I was sunken<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #444444;">As I realized, it was a dream, incomplete-broken..<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #444444;">But the morning light raised a hope, a will too<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #444444;">Some dreams remain incomplete, cause they’re meant to..<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #444444;">But some are broken to revive it, and I knew<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #444444;"> You would come, to
make the dream come true..<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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TiN! (:http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674612359372611713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445320488187098328.post-51301869722348401132012-09-09T23:33:00.001-07:002012-09-09T23:33:07.888-07:00Unsolved Puzzle... Part-II<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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…I was tensed but also.. the wait for the day, for our meet,
began…..</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I was waiting for his
text but there was no sign of him after that day. I could only wait for his
call and wait to know when I could meet him. I kept reading all our
conversations again and again. I couldnot stop missing him… yes, he was that
much important to me.</div>
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Two days later-</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I woke up in the middle of the night suddenly. As a habit,I
checked my phone but to my surprise,there was a text from him! </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Hi beautiful..missing me na? I know.. meet me tomorrow at
the café near your house at 5.30 pm! Don’t be late.. dying to see u “</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The sleepiness vanished within a second and I could listen
to my heart beats. I sat on my bed, blank and just waiting for the time to pass
away..</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
My mind was void but the excitement was at its peak. The
morning arrived finally but I could not think of anything else…</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The time seemed to have come to a hault. The clock seemed to
have stopped. Or may be I was waiting for “that” particular time only.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
After a long struggle with the never ending day, finally it
was 4 in the evening. Usually it took me few mins to get ready but the day was
special to me and the enthusiasm was at its best!</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
From deciding what to wear, to get ready, it took me an hour
and may be for the first time. I was going to meet “him” for the first time
after all and my happiness knew no bound. Finally at 5, I was all ready to meet
my mystery guy but there was still more 30mins left!!</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
This time I decided to leave rather than staying back.
Suddenly a thought crossed my mind. I thought of checking out the nearby
archies shop and buy something special for my “someone special”.. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I found a card which had the perfect words scribbled on it-
“To my someone special.. To the one who made me feel special”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I reached the café 10mins before the scheduled time. Of
course, the wait was getting too long for me. I took a corner table and kept
staring out of the window. The evening seemed so blissful, as if more colours
were added to nature suddenly. I could see people running, walking, moving on
in their fast life-only mine seemed to have stopped for a bit.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Coming out of the world of thoughts, I looked at the time
and to my surprise, it was 5.40pm!! I got up from my seat and started looking
for him.. but I never saw him before! I dialled his number, but-not reachable!
My heart beats were faster now.. wasn’t he supposed to be there 10mins back??
Even if he is late, why can’t I contact him?? All these thoughts were hovering
around me and my excitement turned to anger and frustration.. I went out of the
café and kept dialling his number. But no use!! Did he lie to me?? was I being
cheated by this “mystery guy”?? but why?? We were best friends.. he would never
do that to me atleast.. there was a battle going on between my mind and heart.
I was scared. It was 6mins past 6 and there was no sign of him.</div>
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6.15 pm-</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Finally the call was connected.. my heart skipped a beat, I
was sweating like a pig and all I wanted was to hear his voice..</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“hello”. It was an unknown voice.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“hello, who is this??” I couldnot say anything more. I
realised, I did not even know his name. I knew nothing about this guy, yet I
was going crazy.</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Sorry mam, this phone is not mine. Do you know the guy to
whom this phone belongs? We brought him to the central hospital! He met with an
accident and we are unable to find any identity. The doctors said, his face is
completely destroyed and cannot be identified”..</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
My phone slipped down my hands, the card fell down on the
ground, and I could see darkness engulfing me….</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
As if there was no life left… I travelled back and there was
this flashback of memories, of my mystery guy.. I didn’t even know his name! I
realised how important he had turned out to be but now things fell apart.. I
couldnot breathe, my head hurt and I lay on the ground..embracing the dark and
the feeling of emptiness. I had lost him, the one I admired,loved, the unknown
“someone special”.. whom I can never
“know” ever again…</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Days passed, life moved on.. I couldnot dare to go to the
hospital. I had already lost “him”.. I had locked up myself in my room and the
loneliness turned out to be my only companion.. his presence changed my life
and I felt good but now his absence changed it all over again..</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Sometimes, we come across people who changeour life forever.
Their existence turns out to be a reason for our happiness. Sometimes, we get
to know them better and sometimes they remain unknown to us, like a mystery..
and not often we get the chance to solve it.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
We live with the belief that they will be with us forever
and someday the mystery will be solved.. life is uncertain, we never know what
is waiting for us the next moment..</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I believed, he would be by my side forever.. I didn’t even
know his name but that hardly mattered to me, he was my someone special and I
felt, this unknown guy is so known to me.. little did I know, I would be left
with few memories only and an “unsolved puzzle”…</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>He walked out of my life but the impact was strong,
strong enough to make me live with those little memories.. and I guess that is
when you call someone, your own “someone special”…<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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TiN! (:http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674612359372611713noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445320488187098328.post-15000331794452931942012-08-30T02:04:00.002-07:002012-08-30T02:04:47.477-07:00Unsolved Puzzle... Part-I<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<div class="MsoNormal">
It was a normal Sunday morning for me.. as usual I woke up
late in the morning or I can call it afternoon as well! With a cup of coffee
and the daily newspaper I was all set to begin my day. A Sunday is usually
packed up with plans but that day was different.. I was completely blank and
bored with no plans around. Frustrated, I called up my bestie, Nisha, to avoid
a boring weekend but hard luck! She was out of reach.. exactly, out of my
reach,must be grooving up to her party plan. I was even more annoyed by then.
Keeping aside my phone, I switched to my laptop and logged into FB. But few
minutes later I got bored again! I was fuming up with anger and begin to text
all my friends in order to save me from the house arrest. After 5mins my phone
beeped and with hell lot of excitement I picked up te check it. But no, that
was none of my friend. Infact an unknown number and a text that can make any
girl’s day- “Goodmorning Beautiful”!</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I was staring at the number for some time,if I could recall
but I couldnot find any name. I usually never reply to unknown numbers but
there was something special about the text and the urge to reply was too much.
So without a second thought I typed- “who’s this??”. By then I was a lot
chilled and looked for some better options in order to spend my day. I got
hooked with my favourite soap series and almost forgot about my cell. It was
4pm when I finally heard my phone rang and I rushed to pick up but ended up
only searching for it. The screen showed- 20 messages and 7 missed calls! Aarrgghh..
where have I been?! I got a text from Nisha saying that she went to her farm
house with her family and to my surprise, all the other texts and missed calls
were from that unknown number..</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I begin to read them one by one..</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Me? ummm..someone who wants to be <st1:city w:st="on">ur</st1:city> “someone special”…”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“u dere??”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Busy or angry?? :/”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“hey,now am tensed, where are u???”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“reply me atleast…gosh this is getting too much for me”..</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I smiled confusingly while reading the text. Who was this
person and why did he get so worried for me?? does he know me?? or was that
someone playing tricks??</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I decided to call back rather than texting..</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The call was connected and with that my heart beat ran
faster and faster..</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“hello” I said softly.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“where have you been? I was getting tensed”. I expected a
hello atleast but that was really surprising!</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“hello, you there?”. Said he.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“umm yes, who are you?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I already said that. Did not u read my text?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Stop kidding around and tell me who is this! Do i even know
you?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“No, but that’s what I want! To be your “known”.. I was
getting frustrated and impatient.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“ Anyway, you have already started thinking about me it seems but am sorry sweetheart, I
gotta leave now..catch you soon” and he disconnected the call..</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I was left with no words and all I could think was, who was
he?? His voice was charming and he was right, I have already started thinking
about this ‘mystery Guy’.. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
It was 12.00 am, not too late for me and ofcourse not a
sleeping time. The Sunday without plans was no doubt boring but surprisingly
thoughtful. In the silent dark night, may be somewhere I was waiting for “him”
to call me, may be I was waiting to hear his voice.. but I din’t even know him!</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
1.20 am-</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I picked up the call..</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“hello” I said in a sleepy voice</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“hey angel..sleeping?? sorry but couldnot sleep without
hearing to this sweet voice” he said.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I was wide awake by then but I din’t know how to react.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“ will you please reveal your identity?? Am asking you for
the last time! Or else stop calling me!!” this time I was anxious and angry!</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“ you will ofcourse know that but can’t you just be my
friend and let me be your unknown friend for sometime and then gradually start
knowing about me?? won’t that be great??” His voice seemed more charming this
time.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I had no idea what was happening and who he was. May be he
was too good to be avoided or may be too charming to influence me…</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Yes, we turned to buddies soon! “unknown friends” and he was
still the “mystery guy” but I never felt uncomfortable with him, as if I knew
him forever. He solved all my problems and we shared every happiness. I stopped
asking him his identity. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
He was indeed special.. I kept him safe with me and din’t
let anyone know about him. I was turning possessive, surprisingly! By then,
there was a bond between us! “Friendship” and a true one indeed.. he was like
my “secret diary” where I could pour out my heart!</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
It was more than 3 months… The only thing I knew about him
was, he was special to me, my problem solver, my support.. my “mystery guy”..</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
One afternoon-</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
He called me.. his voice was different! I could feel
something was wrong with him..</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“what happened?? Are you alright??” I asked.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“No! can we meet??”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Ofcourse..tell me when?” I was waiting for this day from
the time we became friends. He had told me, one day he will himself call me to
meet up and the day arrived but I could guess, something was wrong with him.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“will let you know soon. Till then take care. Will catch up
soon”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“but…” he disconnected the call..</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I was tensed but also.. the wait for the day, for our meet,
began….</div>
</div>
TiN! (:http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674612359372611713noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445320488187098328.post-33759559840837261082012-07-23T02:55:00.002-07:002012-07-23T02:56:41.078-07:00Just to let U know- You are Special<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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BFF- Best Friends "Forever"...<br />
I wonder, how my life would have been without "that" special one in my life! The one with whom I share every piece of my emotions.. I call her my Best Friend!<br />
Nahh..not really! I call her- "CHUCK"!! :P Just because I love to call her that! words will be very less to describe, what she means to me.. words will be very less to describe "13 years" of our life that we have shared... But I can ofcourse try :) <br />
May be I don't remember, exactly when and how we became BFF.. neither do you! It was the very 1st day of our school life..the beginning of a new journey! we were in the same class.. all were unknown to me! I don't remember how and when we mixed with each other and turned to great friends.. but I remember watching you talking to few other folks in the class.. I was too small to understand but may be there's something we have shared from the beginning and so nobody knows when two unknown kids turned into best friends.. nah- we used to exaggerate it a bit more- "Bestest Friends"<br />
That was Kg-1.. the first year of school life! most of the memories are fading away but few left marks which we can never forget! It's been 13 years of being together.. and only we know how much we can talk and about what :P we were unseparable.. nah we "are" actually..<br />
Life has changed.. people changed! we so many coming and leaving! we cried, laughed, bitched and what not but all together.. we even fell in love together..remember?? ;)<br />
Not that we don't do these thing anymore!! time has changed but we-not even a bit!! we still do the same..<br />
I have found you beside me whenever I looked aside.. never did I feel lonely and that is because of you.. we got angry, we fought too but so little that I don't even remember..<br />
but unforgettable are the part when you guide me through the right track, when you make feel good, when we share those little and big things, when we stand beside each other at every point of life..<br />
I still remember the 1st day of class-6.. how we cried just because our sections got divided! staying away was a nightmare back then.. Life has changed now but this "love" remains the same :)<br />
I am glad I found you, I am glad I have you..I am glad, God really thought about me!<br />
The knot is tighter now..the knot which no one can break.. I am just lucky to have such a "BEST FRIEND"..<br />
before writing, I thought I would share every precious moment of "us". but now that I am writing, I feel every second, every minute and every day is special..and really words seem so less when it comes to feelings and memories..<br />
Just to let you know what you mean to me.. just to make you feel special! :) we have always been together but I hope even the distance won't matter... How far we may go, I hope that special "spark" will last FOREVER..<br />
sometimes we do need to make the person realise their value in our lives.. this is for you! even though I am not habituated calling you this.. ANANNYA- you really made me the luckiest one just being my<br />
BFF- Best Friend Forever :)<br />
love you hamesha.... :*<br />
<br /></div>TiN! (:http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674612359372611713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445320488187098328.post-53815004012174799662012-07-08T11:23:00.001-07:002012-07-08T11:59:12.822-07:00LOVED & LOST! :(<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
We Don't realise the value of someone until we lose them..but is it so?? Not always..<br />
<br />
Dedicated to the person I loved and lost..<br />
<br />
It's been more than a week now.. no calls, no visits! I miss u terribly.. I wish I could hug you,for the last time.. I wish I could talk to you some more.. I wish you were with me now.. never thought you would leave me, leave us so early! Life is certainly not fair! Now that you are gone, it's hard for us to accept the fact, the truth.. I thought you would wait, for some more happiness to come! But God is so unfair.. why can't he just keep the good people on earth..with us.. even the tears flowing all day long can't describe the pain I carry inside and can't explain the love I had shared with u.. and how terribly I miss you..<br />
<br />
Time never stops, nobody waits and life just goes on.. but the pain remains, may be hidden somewhere!<br />
It's not about moving on every time..it's about getting habituated with the pain..<br />
I remember those childhood days of mine when my transport was your neck.. may be the best travelling experience ever where you would embrace me and take me everywhere.. now that you are gone, who will praise me for those every small thing I did..who will motivate me to go on with every good work I did?? I remember, I showed my 1st writing to you.. you were the one who appreciated me and always told me to keep writing coz u felt I was good at it.. could not you just wait a bit more to see me shine in life?? could not u just wait a bit more...just to be with me for longer!<br />
I remember every single touch of yours.. now that you are gone, who will caress me the way you did??<br />
It took few seconds for you to fulfill every wish we made and never did u let us stay disappointed..<br />
The words seem too less to describe your love for us.. the word seems too less to describe what to meant to me, to us.. Now that you are gone, everyday I pray to god to convey you a message..<br />
I MISS YOU..<br />
You left us but never our heart...you are there and will be there forever.. love you JETHU!<br />
<br />
P.S- he was not just my uncle, he meant a lot more to me.. R.I.P</div>TiN! (:http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674612359372611713noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445320488187098328.post-83745452575097005002012-06-03T11:53:00.000-07:002012-06-03T12:03:26.637-07:00We are Nothing without "Them" :)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<div class="MsoNormal">
She was goin through the album of her school days.. The old
pics took her to a ride of those “good-old-days” with her “Buddies”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Nidhi is a happy-go-lucky girl by nature who never got tired
of talking and loved to make friends..her friends loved her, pampered her and
she was the “kiddo” of the group..</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
But unfortunately, every good thing comes to an end!</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
It was time for her to leave the best-school days of her life
and enter into a new road and begin a new journey..</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She flipped through the pictures and travelled down to the
memory lane where she could hear the laughters with her friends, she could she
the tears rolling down after fights..</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The good old days came as a flashback to her all of a sudden
and she started living them once again.. the vague memories turned crystal
clear! Her friends, best-buddies and all those “out-of-this-world” happy days
were right infront of her..</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
There was a group pic-all the crazy bunch of people,her
friends in a single frame on the last day of their school life..the pain was
not invisible though there was that mask of extreme happiness or enjoyment..</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Her eyes turned moisten and she went back to that day, where
promises were made and friendship was relieved…</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“<i>now get up guys, bohot nautanki ho gayi..you girls na!!
screamed Ali,seeing the girls bursting into tears.. It was their last day after
all! The “Group” was about to fall apart..they believed that nothing could even
touch their friendship but it was the distance that mattered to them..everyone
had different dreams and destinations!<o:p></o:p></i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>Okay enough of it now..we are not dying yaar,just moving
to different places and won’t we meet every year during vacations?? Ofcourse!!
Then? Just relax.. an over senti- Tiya uttered the words,controlling her
emotions which was really hard for her! She was Nidhi’s best friend and from
the time they were in school,they were inseparable….<o:p></o:p></i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>For the first time,they were going away from each other
and now they had to share secrets through STD calls..yes! that was the first
thought crossed their minds!!!<o:p></o:p></i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>Keeping their “mixed” feelings aside, everybody got into
the groove once again, just to live their last moments together.. Nidhi,the
most energetic and crazy girl, was low,unexpectedly! She was sad after
all…really sad! But nothing stopped her from dancing her heart out.. it was the
best she could do..<o:p></o:p></i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>They had their best night but was again, another best
thing came to an end! It was the end of “their” night..<o:p></o:p></i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>Rishab left the dance floor and came to sit near the
pool..he looked back and saw his friends enjoying..he gave a wry smile and
realised he was going to miss them like hell!<o:p></o:p></i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>Kruti came and sat by his side, she caught his thoughts
and hugged him tight..<o:p></o:p></i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>I will miss you,said she,unable to control her tears
anymore.. Rishab couldnot utter a word and just hugged her back.. The music
slowed down, the dance floor emptied and each one of them were sitting by the
pool side.. A weired silence which contained lots of words in it.. atlast Nidhi
decided to break the silence..<o:p></o:p></i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>She started speaking, We may be moving to different
places, meet new people, make new friends, live our dreams, stay away from each
other and the calls may turn to STD now, may not meet almost everyday,not even
the weekends..we are still going to be the same! The same crazy bunch of
people, the inseparables, the “Buddies”.. what else do we need?<o:p></o:p></i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>This is not our last night together..this is just an end
to an everyday-craziness, after all even we need a break guys.. isnot it??<o:p></o:p></i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>Tears rolled down from their eyes and Nidhi was no
exception..<o:p></o:p></i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>She continued, at the end of this of this beautiful night
with my group I want u all to promise few things to each other..and these
promises are NOT meant to be broken ever..<o:p></o:p></i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>A tinge of smile glued to their lips and like always they
stood in a circle, intact, and promised never to forget each other, never to
break the “circle”, remember everyone’s birthday,meet during every
vacation,call whenever they could and the most important one-To carry the group
picture wherever they would go…<o:p></o:p></i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>The last group hug they had and “it” came to an end..
unfortunately!”<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Nidhi could her tear drops on the picture..sshe rubbed them
and looked at each of them once again.. she missed Tiya the most. Even when
they talk almost once a week(yes, now it was not everyday) she miss her “old”
bestie.. she missed Ali, the dude of the gang and the sweetest guy she ever
met..she missed Raghav,kruti, Akansha,Karan and everyone of them…she missed
“those” days… the “not-meant-to-be-broken” promises were broken a lot of times
and since many years, the birthday wishes were forgotten! She really missed her
Friends..</div>
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After wiping her tears, she closed the album with a smile
and a satisfaction! Suddenly her eyes struck the watch and it was 1 min.to
12.00 which meant it was her birthday after just 1 min.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She heard her phone ringing and it was an unknown number..
first,she thought to ignore but then, ignore a call on your b’day was not a
good idea..</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She picked up the call.. “Happy b’day to you, happy b’day to
you.. happy b’day to our <i>kiddo</i>..happy b’day to you”.. a chorus song was
all she could hear and it did not take her any time to recall the voices..yes,
it was them! Her “buddies”..this time they did not forget their Promise.. And
this was the best thing for Nidhi, the best she could wish on her Birthday…</div>
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We go away from our friends, loose contacts, donot even
meet..</div>
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But we never FORGET them..we live our “Best Days” with them
after all..</div>
</div>TiN! (:http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674612359372611713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445320488187098328.post-84089719439535277812012-05-17T11:40:00.000-07:002012-05-17T11:40:34.508-07:00Just A "Pause"!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
It was around 10 in the morning.. I was returning home from
my tuition classes! A normal day, same road and just a distance of 10 minutes
which I usually surpass by humming any song that comes to mind…</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Today was nothing different… at the beginning!</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I took a rickshaw and was on my way.. suddenly, near a
crossing I saw a tiny crowd! As a matter of fact, all my attention was turned
there.. I don’t know exactly what happened but ofcourse I could guess the most
of it.. there was a rickshaw which was mostly stopped by the police..and a girl
was sitting there! The rickshawpuller was an aged fellow.. he seemed really
weak and needy! But, what was more terrible was that I saw the young girl
shouting at him infront of all those people and even using slangs.. I did not
look at the girl.. instead, I saw the face of the man.. weak,terrible,sad,helpless
or may be I imagined too much.. or may I don’t have words to describe what I
saw and what I felt!.. A Pain!!</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
He was silently listening to everything that girl said but
did not reply..</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
It was just a “small” moment for me..few seconds may be but
the intensity of my “mixed feeling” was a bit too much.. wish I could pause for
a moment,stay back to the place, listen to the whole thing and atleast do
something..but I couldnot..or may be I DID NOT!!</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
It was may be among those hundreds of incidents that happen
everyday, every minute..</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
But sometimes, few incidents leave marks and may be help us
learn few things.. we call them “Realisation”.. I realised the pain..when I
“viewed” it, I felt pity..</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
But, would it have been the same if I was the do-er?? Yea,
sometimes we do feel bad and even regret for our deeds..but is that the same
always?? We don’t really pause and think about those “small” happenings..</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I may not have felt so bad if I was not a viewer in this
regard..we see, we feel, we understand..but do we always apply??</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Next time, what if I do the same with someone like the poor
guy?? Would I realise “this” pain, “then”??</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b>We talk a lot but do very less..we see a lot but care
less..we realise a lot but forget very fast!!<o:p></o:p></b></div>
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<b>P.S.-</b> I still wish, I had paused there for sometime…</div>
</div>TiN! (:http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674612359372611713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445320488187098328.post-37516692543032619522012-05-09T03:02:00.002-07:002012-05-09T03:02:34.593-07:00Run A"Way"!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<br />
<div style="line-height: 12.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 8.5pt;"><b>No! It wont work..<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 12.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 8.5pt;"><b>Running away never
works..<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 12.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 8.5pt;"><b>We try to run and hide<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 12.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 8.5pt;"><b>From
fear,pain,death-'LIFE'<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 12.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 8.5pt;"><b>And it never works
really..<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="line-height: 12.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="line-height: 12.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 8.5pt;"><b>Yes, I tried, tried to
run away from you<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 12.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 8.5pt;"><b>not because I can stay
without 'you'<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 12.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 8.5pt;"><b>but because, it's hard
'to be near and yet so far'<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 12.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 8.5pt;"><b>I know you know it,then
why do you pull me back??<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 12.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 8.5pt;"><b>why?? to 'push' me
again??<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 12.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 8.5pt;"><b>I wish I could read your
mind and heart<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 12.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 8.5pt;"><b>cause I get a
feeling,there is something you are hiding!<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 12.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 8.5pt;"><b>what is it?? 'love',
'pain','tears'?? what can it be??<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 12.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 8.5pt;"><b>I fail,fail to
understand! myself and you..<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 12.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 8.5pt;"><b>and yet again try to run
away from 'you'..<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 12.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 8.5pt;"><b>Though I know,'you' will
pull me back<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 12.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 8.5pt;"><b>yet, I try...<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 12.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 8.5pt;"><b>But...what if you
don't?? will I be able to walk away??<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 12.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 8.5pt;"><b>The thought of 'being
away' from you scares me so much,<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 12.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 8.5pt;"><b>then why do I even try
to run away??<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 12.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 8.5pt;"><b>Just to get pulled by
you??<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 12.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 8.5pt;"><b>Staying back seems
easier,when you pull back<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 12.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 8.5pt;"><b>but 'running away'..can
i 'ever' do that??<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 12.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 8.5pt;"><b>Baby, I call it 'not'
love..rather 'life'<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 12.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 8.5pt;"><b>where you cannot just
run away..<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 12.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 8.5pt;"><b>And where the 'pull
back' sometimes let you 'breathe'<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 12.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 8.5pt;"><b>and then you find 'no
other way'..<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 12.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 8.5pt;"><b><br /></b></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 12.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 8.5pt;"><b>Then why do we even try??</b></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 12.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 8.5pt;"><b>even when we know life is not just "happiness"</b></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 12.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 8.5pt;"><b>It's about both, smile and cry..</b></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 12.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 8.5pt;"><b>we run away from what hurts..</b></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 12.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 8.5pt;"><b>then, what about the "smile" we get after the scars??</b></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 12.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 8.5pt;"><b><br /></b></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 12.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 8.5pt;"><b>No,we cannot...</b></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 12.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 8.5pt;"><b>Cannot run away from life..</b></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 12.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 8.5pt;"><b>cause, there's always that "pull back"</b></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 12.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 8.5pt;"><b>No matter how far we run and strive..</b></span></div>
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</div>TiN! (:http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674612359372611713noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445320488187098328.post-19305191515742645982012-04-29T00:21:00.000-07:002012-04-29T00:34:59.336-07:00Any Strings Attached???<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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The wind was soothing and comforting..I was lost in my own thoughts! Sitting in the back seat of the car, alone and with a soft track in my play list, I was enjoying the breeze and my own world of a certain happiness.. unaware about the busy roads and people, I kept on looking at the cloudy sky and also the stars fighting to retain their position..<br />
I was waiting for mom and dad to come back from whatever work they went for! But my thoughts did not let me bore..<br />
After a while, the wait became too much for me to bear..yet no way to escape!<br />
With nothing much left to do, I finally decided to take a look around myself, at all those busy faces..<br />
Bored with the boring people around, I saw my parents coming and got some relief..<br />
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
Suddenly I thought of taking a look around once again and I
looked back.. a bike stopped near the car and a guy in a black suit got down from it.. <i>the guy was handsome! </i>.. I looked away as an usual
habit.. But something was different! I felt an urge to look back.. and to my
utter revelation, I saw him looking at me as well.. though, it was nothing to
be shocked, yet I was shocked..</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>He looked amazing in his suit.. his eyes had a charm<o:p></o:p></i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Eye contact with an unknown guy was not a big deal.. but <i>Eye-contact</i>
with an “Unknown” guy and a known Feeling was disquieting..</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>He looked into my eyes and caught hold of me,through them.. I ogled at him as if I knew him.. we shared an
instant connection.. everytime we see a movie or a daily soap, we find a sudden
wind blowing and music playing around whenever there is an eye contact between
the leads or any “love” scene.. It always seemed funny to me.. reality is harsh
and even after hundreds of eye contacts we hear no sound track playing inside
our heart or around! But startling things do happen sometimes.. gazing into his
eyes, I felt the wind blowing stronger and it was more comforting.. even though
I had already stopped the music player of my phone, I felt a soothing sound
from within..a different sound! There was an unidentified attraction between
us.. even those few seconds appeared like a decade.. the look in his eyes told
a thousand words, as if he knew me.. the feeling was no different in
me!</i></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I heard the front door open and got back to my senses..<i>Reality!</i>
mom and dad were back..</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Even then I did not realise what really happened but a
sudden feeling forced me to look back..and guess what? I found him looking at
me as well..as if he wanted to stop me.. <i>wish I could…<o:p></o:p></i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I had no idea what he thought or how he felt, but I wish I could
stop that time.. it was not about looks or a fatal attraction, it was something
unique, something never felt before..</div>
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The last second I looked into his eyes and my heart skipped
a beat..the car started to move..and speeded away!!</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
It’s not about a love story with a sad or happy ending! It is
about the feelings.. sometimes we don’t realise what is going on with us.. we
do get surprises sometimes..</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I see hundreds or thousands of known and unknown people
around me everyday but never did I feel such an attachment.. wish I could see
him 1 more time.. just to know what he thought,just to know what he felt, just
to know if it was the same as me.. I wish I could see him again.. but this is
life.. we come across many people in life ..few of them stay with us,many of
them leave and very few leave us with a thought.. I don’t know him, I don’t
know his name or anything else.. even his image seems blurred now.. but I am
left with a thought.. <i>why??</i> It was not an usual thing.. we really don’t
feel this way even when we cross our “crush”.. the “moment” is a past now.. but sometimes we
forget even the spectacular happennings of our life.. for me it was one of them
and I know I will forget it, may be by tomorrow.. but we do need to keep a “note”
of few things we don’t wanna forget!</div>
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But....<i>wish I could see him one more time..</i></div>
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<b>P.S.- </b>This is all about "sudden feelings" and may be "Reality"...</div>
</div>TiN! (:http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674612359372611713noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445320488187098328.post-17377892563513738042012-04-19T04:16:00.000-07:002012-04-19T04:29:43.822-07:00Believe "IT"....or not!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<div class="MsoNormal">
“The road was gloomy…there were no street lights,no
vehicles,not even a single house..it seemed to be a never ending road with
nothing except huge walls on both the sides.. I was sprinting through the
lanes..I couldnot breathe, felt choked,yet I continued running..</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>Was there something or someone after me?? or was I after
something or somone??</i> </div>
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The chase continued..</div>
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After a while, I could see a tinge of light but I couldnot
find the source.. I had not much time! Few more miles I completed and the fuzzy
vision was materialising into a clear one.. I could see <i>her</i> </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Nothing was after me..nor was I after anything or anyone…</div>
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<br /></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
….She screamed for help, But no one took a step forward! The
goon was after her, I could see the sharp edged knife in his hand but <i>why
was he chasing her??</i> I was unaware..</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
All I saw was,the girl crying for help and screaming out of
fear..she was tired of running,</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Her legs almost gave up,but her heart was brave..she did not
stop!</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The sight fierced me, the heart beat went faster..I saw the
girl,she was beautiful, innocent but appeared tired,weak and terrified..I could
see her running but the thug was faster…</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The moment she was out of my vista,my heart skipped a beat..<i>she
could be dead anytime<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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My head gave me a severe sting..the pain was unbearable but
imagining the girl lying dead encased with blood was ghastly…someone has to
save her..<i>I have to save her</i></div>
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I couldnot think of anything else except running…I had to
save her! The trail led me to a pitch black road..my heart pumping loud! I had
no strategy..I just had to save her..
<i>but how?? </i>I could just continue running in order to catch up with
her.. in order to <i>save</i> her..</div>
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The roads turned darker..then coverted into lanes, by-lanes
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<i>After a while, I could see a tinge of light but I
couldnot find the source.. I had not much time! Few more miles I completed and
the fuzzy vision was materialising into a clear one.. I could see her..</i></div>
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But she was not screaming or crying..The goon was nowhere
near! She looked mesmerising in her white gown..<i>she changed her clothes?? </i>Though
her eyes looked absurd,her appearance was dazzling..she bade me and started
leaving! I tried walking but couldnot move…<i>what had happened??”….</i></div>
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….I could hear a music..but it seemed to be a noise to me! I
felt drowsy..My eyes were tired as if I was deprived from sleep..the vision was
blurred! The noise grew louder.. I opened my eyes..with a lot of twinge! I felt
suffocated..I started gagging and it took a lot of time for me to get back my
breath!! I found myself on my bed..<i>how could be here?? Wasnot I running down
the slender lane?? Was it a DREAM??? No..it can’t be..</i></div>
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The sun was already above..I realised I had been sleeping
for long and it was just a dream..a nightmare actually! Somewhere the fact
seemed unacceptable for me.. It couldnot have been just a dream! I knew the
road, the lanes.. V.T.Road, Lane 13/4..</div>
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I shifted my mind and hurried myself to get ready..It was
late! It was weekend and my friends must have been waiting… in no time, I was
ready but the freshness was missing!</div>
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I looked worried..deviating my mind,I rushed out of my
house..It took me about 10mins to reach the place, The Shopping Plaza..I could
see my friends and their expressions were enough to make me apprehend my
mistake…I was late!!</div>
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Along with them I started walking towards the entrance but
something came to my notice.. though I was never interested in reading
newspaper, my eyes caught a vision.. The headline…</div>
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“Girl Killed by
a goon..No hands to help” I rushed and picked up the paper.. the address read
V.T.Road, Lane 13/4..there was a photo of the girl….</div>
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Yes, I recognised her..I tried to <i>save </i>her…It was not
just a Dream!</div>
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I felt throttled and
weak..I fell on the ground! ….and then darkness swathed me!!</div>
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<i>It was not just a DREAM….<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<b>P.S.- Sometimes nightmares do come true..believe me!!</b></div>
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Bored with Boredom I am all set to start a new blog! A girl who loves to write but too lazy to make herself work, is finally doing it.. I love writing poems more than anything else..oopz, I love myself more actually ;)..so,May be a small Intro through a poem won't be bad :)<br />
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<i><b> A small town girl,with dreams that touch the sky</b></i></div>
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<i><b> With hopes,that are big..A Heart filled with emotion</b></i></div>
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<i><b> A small wish..like those Birds, to fly High..</b></i></div>
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<i><b> And eyes,in search of a pearl lost in an unknown Ocean..</b></i></div>
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<i><b> Love to be in my own World, a colorful canvas</b></i></div>
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<i><b> Drawn with the paint brushes of my own imagination</b></i></div>
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<i><b> Not alone though, with the people I really trust..</b></i></div>
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<i><b> Live in a World,which for me,seems to be my own creation..</b></i></div>
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<i><b> In search of something,which is rare to find</b></i></div>
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<i><b> But I know, sometimes magic works without magic wand</b></i></div>
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<i><b> And I know, someday that "something" will be mine..</b></i></div>
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<b><i> Here, a li'l bit of love,not the fake one though,Is all I demand.. </i></b></div>
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<b>Not a good one though,yet I begin with it..and ofcourse "here,a li'l bit of love,is all I demand" :)</b></div>
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<b>P.S.-</b> I am "trying" my hands in writing..so a little bit of flaws "here" and "there" is acceptable :P ;)</div>
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