Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts

Monday, March 11, 2013

A cute love story..

A beep sound in Rohit’s phone.
“Hi, Good morning J”
   This made him smile too.. But why, it was just a good morning na?
 “Hi, have a nice day JJ”, he replied back.
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This short but sweet conversation has now become a routine of Rohit’s life. On the other end, it was Rasna. She too feels the same..
   Rohit was getting ready for college. He is doing his Masters now. A very ambitious, enthusiastic, and smart guy.
   Just like every day, some sweet memories came to him. Flashback....
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     Rohit and Rasna were studied in the same boarding school. They were in the same class, but not close friends. Rohit’s memory strikes in their 7th standard. He was a studious boy, but was so shy compared to other boys in mingling with the girls in the class. Rasna was the topper, and the smartest girl in the class. Something else was there in her that made Rohit started noticing her. Each and everything related to her makes him happy. She had a hobby that time. She used to collect different varieties of postal stamps, and arranged them neatly in an album. Rohit used to give her some rare stamps as his father was abroad. He wanted to see her happy on getting all that.
   Thus, “ Rasna is Rohit’s 1st crush”.
But Rohit was unaware of a thing that, somebody else is observing all these in between them. It was Jithu, another boy in the same class, bench mate and room mate of rohith. One day, Jithu announced in the class (don’t remember what made him do so) that Rohit is in love with Rasna. As soon as he made his surprise announcement, Rasna started crying, and poor Rohit had no idea of what to do then.
  At the same time, the bell rang and came the Maths teacher, Mr Pande. He is an old, balded person. From the looks itself, we can understand he is a very strict person.
  Everyone become silent, when Mr. Pande entered the class room, except Rasna. She was still sobbing. Obviously, he asked her what made her cry. And she said “ Rohit said that, I am his lover”. All the students started making noise. “ KEEP QUIET”, as Mr. Pande raised his voice, everybody become silent. He called out “ Rohit, STAND UP”.. Rohit stood with a fast beating heart. “Stretch your hand Rohit” . With his hand trembling, Rohit was beaten up by the teacher very badly. He cancelled the class, and took him to the staff room, where he had given some more punishments in front of other teachers.
      Rohit was totally shaken by this incident. He felt so broken. And within one day, his parents came to take him. He didn’t want to continue in that school. He wanted to live with his parents. Any how, this incident brought to him that luck too. He could stay with his parents!!.
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   That was the flash back..
Then, after school both joined different colleges, and busy with their own careers. It was after he joined for his Masters, that he joined in face book. He could find out a lot of his old friends there, but not Rasna. It was she who send a friend request first. Even though they were not keeping in touch for a long time, both felt so special to each other.  And you know what, another story started....

   To be continued.....

Thursday, September 6, 2012

Desire…..



Blogathon- count down # 25


   Just sharing something from my reading list..



     Profound desire, true desire is the desire to be close to someone. From that point onwards, things change, the man and woman come in to play, but what happens before- the attraction that brought them together- is impossible to explain. It is ubounded desire in its purest state.
     When desire is still in this pure state, the man and the woman fall in love with life, they live each moment reverently, consciously, always ready to celebrate the next blessing.
      When people feel like this, they are not in a hurry, they donot precipitate events with unthinking actions. They know that, the inevitable will happen, tht what is real always find a  way of revealing itself. When the moment comes, they donot hesitate, they donot miss an opportunity, they donot let slip a single magic moment, because they respect the importance of each second…

[ from ; Maria’s diary in “Eleven Minutes” by Paulo Cohelo]

Saturday, August 18, 2012

A missed letter...


                  
          It seems to be  lost.. I am talking about the letter. Even after this much days..(More than 2 weeks yet), he didn’t got it. What does it mean? Have any one read that? My personal feelings eavesdropped? Or is that the fate of that letter? Was it meant not to reach its destiny? But, ask me, it was really a sweet letter.. full of love and passion, and small small complaints and sorrows in my life.. in our life.. But you missed it..We really missed it. It was really written so beautifully, in green letters, I have made it so perfect as much as I could, as it was my letter to you after a long break.. Some months before, (or is it past an year or more?) the idea of writing long letters, had left us... We just tried to forget such a nice way to express ourselves..
          And it was on one night, I was laying awake on bed thinking about those past but beautiful days.. And I started missing you ,.. I couldn’t tell you how much..And after some time, I have found myself writing in a long ruled paper, with green letters....

Sunday, February 12, 2012

Waiting for someone, who means a lot





Waiting for someone, who means a lot
            Too late it was, but trusting his word
Couldn’t stop tears falling down
            And couldn’t console aching heart
Couldn’t help the pillow wetting…
            But still remember the promise
And……….
    
The Bell got rang……
            Sobbing continued resting on his chest
Beating, without harming
Dear, you kept promise, but Ready to b punished
            And hug me tight..