Call it as Love... Emotional Atyachaar..

"Please... I Hope you will understand... I love my mom more than anyone else in this world... I can't say no the marriage arranged by her... Please... Please Let's breakup..." were the last few words uttered by me to him, he looked very confused, disturbed, and I hope he will be fine by tomorrow. Hmm... I would have said “No” to my Mom but that was not my answer as the guy whom my mom chosen would be my best, “better half” as he works in abroad, owns a Audi, BMW, Honda City Sports car’s, a villa near Neelangarai. What else does he lack for me to say “No, he doesn’t deserve me”?, moreover my Mom's extreme pressure made me to say that he is my perfect match and I strongly believe that my Mom is always right in finalizing things. I decided not to confuse myself but rather to sleep peacefully, and so I went to bed.

Almost an hour is gone but I was still thinking of him, my mind puzzled me more, “Why am I still thinking of that idiot? Is this because he was my first love? Or else did I really love him? I am totally confused...” I closed my eyes and tried sleeping but I couldn’t. I switched my positions on my bed but still I couldn’t sleep. Nothing helped me to close my eye lids peacefully. So I went to take a fresh bath and came back to sleep.

At the back of the mind I felt pity on him, How this love started? You people may not believe this - but I fell in love with this stupid boy on the moment I saw him first in our school corridor. Without my knowledge my heart started beating for him and loved to spend time seeing him. In no time he proposed to me sweetly and I too accept him the same day. Life had been added with a flavor, “love” the sweetest phase of the life that anyone would cherish. I still remember the verse which he wrote for love, “Love the beautiful word found my human being for the unseen feeling!” Wow! What a way to express love, he is such an awesome writer one day he will surely be identified.

Mom: Hey what the hell are you doing? Why don’t you sleep? It is already three in the morning.

Me: Mom I slept and woke up before few minutes.

Mom: Don’t think about that idiot, go, sleep, and never try to cheat me.

I covered myself in my blanket and tried sleeping but I couldn’t either sleep or stop thinking about him. The last day of our half yearly holidays was the first day he hugged me in rain, the most unforgettable walk right from my school to my house. Wow! What a day it was? Definitely, that hug made me realize what a girl would feel when they became a part of life with someone who is special in their life.

It is always an awesome feeling to get a shoulder when you feel down and I was blessed with his shoulder. I love those sweet moments right from the evening walks to Valentine's special. I was madly in love with him…………

As usual 6’0 alarm rang and I realized that I had rinsed myself in his thinking and didn't sleep for the whole night. Shit what happened to me? Why I didn't sleep for the whole night? I myself couldn't answer for it. Fine, Let me stop thinking about him, actually I have to do this otherwise my life won’t be happy according to my Mom. But, but, but those days are the best days that I ever had in my life, why should I cheat him and sacrifice those beautiful moments for the sake of money and Mom’s pressure. I shouldn’t lose him at any cost, definitely I shouldn’t, neither him nor the six years of love bondage. This is my final decision and let me talk to him to convince that this won’t happen again. “I love you so much idiot! And I can’t live without you” was the words which I muttered in my mind continuously. I took bath, wore the Salwar Kameez which he gifted for my last birthday and started to his home.

Mom: Where are you going?

Me: I have to meet my Friends to inform them about my marriage (In my mind, I said my marriage with my love)

Just a five minute walk but I said, “I Love You” some thousand times in my mind. I was about to reach his home and found most of my Friends standing outside his home and police patrol too. I had no clue but my heart beat thousands times faster than the normal rate. I almost ran to his home but my Friend stopped me in half way.

Friend: Hey stop. Listen! Don’t reveal that you are the one who he loved.

Me: What happened? Please tell me… Why shouldn’t I?

Friend: He has committed suicide yesterday night, before that he has written a letter to his love.

Me: What???? I couldn’t believe this… Please tell me what happened…….

Friend: He is no more in this world; he committed suicide by consuming n number of sleeping pills.

I had no words to utter, my brain stopped working as I am the person who should take responsibility for this murder. I went in along with my Friends with tears pouring from my eyelids. I wanted to shout that I am responsible for this suicide but my Friends dint allow me to speak with any of the people there; I was shocked to see the special paper which he used to write letter for me under his forehead and his favorite pen in the hand. I took the letter to read………

I stopped breathing after reading the letter, couldn’t move my hands or legs, so my Friends helped me to come out of his home and advised me not to utter any word to anyone.

Me: Why shouldn’t I? I love him… I am the stupid who is responsible for this suicide.

Friends: See even in that letter he didn’t mention your name because he doesn’t want to spoil your life and that is why, Please...

I didn’t utter any words but walked back to my home with tears and scolded that idiot some thousand times for committing suicide. I went inside my room, locked and questioned my mind, “What should I do?” It replied as,

“I loved him madly for six beautiful years… I tried to hate him for sixteen hurting hours… I killed him with my thirty two words… Although I loved him truly, I had cheated him for the sake of money and my Mom and... And now it’s my turn”

I opened my dairy and wrote, “It’s my turn… Meet you in heaven… and with your thoughts, I”………… I hanged myself

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Moments

Opened my eyes!
Cried for mother’s womb!
Moments of Birth!

This post has been published as a part of Haiku Heights Prompt 1: Moments. Special thanks to Leo for the inspiration :)

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My Dream Job

November 26, 2008 the day, which every Indian shed, tears for our fellow Indians who died in Mumbai Terrorists attack and I was one amongst the NSG who fought to rescue the hostages. I still remember the pain involved in the operation. I like to share my life I dreamt, My Dream Job – is to serve India.

When I was in my Mom’s womb I used to hear my Father’s speech on how India got Freedom, which fuelled the fire from the day 1. I was born on 15th August 1983 and named as Gandhiraman. Every birthday is special but the first one was the best as my Dad gifted me the Indian Flag on my chest and that fuelled more. The first question that everyone asks to children is, “What is your aim? Or Dream Job?” and I used to answer as, “To serve India is my dream” and I strive hard for it.

In my school days I was the NCC Captain and lead my school to win the parade cup every year. During my PU I realized that the fuel has now become a fire, which cannot be diminished by any force as I rescued my fellow mates from a riot that happened in the college. Yeah, a gang of ten people attacked us with iron rods on that moment I stood on my feet and converted myself to an outstanding force to rescue my friends.

I decided that my dream was my destiny and I marched towards it by preparing myself physically and mentally. Though I went through a tough phase the fire inside me kept me on track. Of course I cleared my exams with high grade and also the physical fitness test.

The most awaited day resulted on a fine Monday as I received my Confirmation Letter through Post. Wow! What a moment that was! I felt excited as My Dream was fulfilled; I owe my father a lot as he is the core reason for this, without his guidance I would not have achieved this but today he was not more in this world. I joined Indian Army, the job I dreamt all day actually the service that I love to do for thousands of years.

In no time I was promoted as a NSG as I served India to my best. I got several awards and recognition for my service to India. But on November 26 the real tragedy happened, an end was kept to my dream job as now I can only dream of my job. If I close my eyes I can still feel the pain caused by the attackers as I lost my two legs in the attack and now I need my wife to move. My Dream Job has become my dream but yet I cherish the moments that I loved in my life and decided to pen down as My Dream Job – Is To Serve India.

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Last Wish

This post received a special mention in the contest, "Sleepy Sunday! Contest - I" under the category, "1. Life/Love/Relationship/Personal" organized by WeBlog. Thanks a ton, WeBlog for the special mention. Check out the results here

“Please... I hope you will understand... I love my Mom more than anyone else in this world... I can’t say no to this marriage arranged by her... Please... Please let’s breakup...” was the last few words uttered by her but those are the words kept on ringing in my mind. I can’t get over this pain caused by the wound of her words. Come-on! Come-on, do something I queried my mind and in no time it ordered me to do these and I followed it...

I searched for sweet poison which will kill me minute by minute as I want to die with her thoughts but I never know which was sweetest and the slowest. I searched, searched and searched in pain and found some sleeping pills in my First Aid Box. I consumed two and sat on the table to think about the sweetest moments that happened in our life sorry in my life.

I decided to pen down a letter to her so took the special paper which I used to pen down usually and wrote, “I still love you with each and every broken pieces of my heart” and followed with.

Woof! Woof! I searched for water but couldn’t find it. Oh God!!!!!!!!!! I cried for water but everything became dark as I couldn’t see the letter I wrote. My last wish was that someday somehow this letter should be read by you and fell down on my desk with my head hitting the letter pad. With your thoughts I breathe my last..........................

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Man Proposes God Disposes

A Perfect Sunday is a composition of a visit to God’s Place, lunch at restaurant and a few hours in the park with Kim, my sweetheart. I love those sweet moments but July 4th was not the same, when we were sitting in the park with hands clutched in love harmony, we heard people screaming. In no time around 20 terrorists surrounded the park with weapons and started firing at us. Some jumped into the water, some hid behind the trees, but I and Kim were the victims for their bait. I said in agony, “I wish to marry you"

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Is Indian Media Misusing its Freedom?

Is Indian Media Misusing its Freedom? Well, a tough question to answer, but frankly, “Yes it is.”, as this would be the answer by at least 90% of our population.
Media is a powerful tool which can make a world; such a powerful contributor to the world in the early nineties has now changed to something else.

Democracy means for the people as everyone has a freedom of speech and that’s why I am penning down my thoughts, “Indian Media is now fading away as it starts misusing its freedom! They can make heroes out of zeros but now it has changed.”

I love to explain it with three incidents that happened in the recent past. Sorry if I am rude in my thoughts.

First Case: Nithyananda, the Shit.

Nithyananda also called as Swamiji or Dyanapeetam Guru has been arrested for alleged sex video with actress Ranjitha. Although he was arrested his devotees had 100 percent faith in him, but the black sheep was definitely himself as he disappeared as soon as the tape was out and proudly said, "I have disappeared to collect materials related to prove that it was a morph", come-on people what the **** it is. Even the media hot news was, "Nithyananda Alleged Sex Video" followed two days after the release of the video. But what was the ultimate result?, Foolish People was ****** by bloody media as in a week or two again the hot news was, "Nithyananda performing Yaga for Peace", OMG what the hell. This is definitely the misuse of Media’s Freedom; Never ever a truth comes out of Indian Media.

Second Case: Bangalore Call Centre.

A 24 year old girl was kidnapped and raped by the call centre driver in Bangalore but the media news were late than the police. Even they investigated the case and trapped the killer but not the media as they were very hot in FOOTBALL Kick off. This clearly pictures that media has now become a mass media rather than a media for the people.

Third Case: Dhoni's Marriage Vs Sanjiv Mehta, CEO of East India Company

Dhoni, our Indian Cricket Team Captain’s marriage was very sensational news for our Media, even after ten days they were showing his marriage ceremony as if no one would have married in India. Why this much importance for a particular marriage? Why do the media misuse its freedom just to show one man show? Do they not have any news to clear?

Why not in this case? East India Company had ruled India for more than 100 years but now that company is owned by an Indian, "Sanjiv Mehta". What response he got? Just a one liner on the same day that an Indian now owns the East India Company. Is that all this deserves? When Dhoni's marriage could be flashed for ten days why not about a proud Indian who owns the company which once ruled India? Why important news nearly always goes unnoticed? Is it because, "He is not a celebrity?" Why the hell? Should this happen in a democratic country?

Effects:

Case 1: Now Nithyananda has become a true dyanapeetam guru as he performed yaga and homa for peace.

Case 2: thavicha vaiku thaneer tharanum, it means if action is not taken at the right time then reaction would be dreadful

Case 3: Priority should not be how people likes them but how they are important are.

Think and act as this is the right time to show them that they were travelling in the wrong path.

This post is a part of "Is Indian Media Misusing its Freedom" contest organized by blogadda.com in association with Pringoo!

Dream!

Lightening first, then the thunder and, in between the two I was mesmerized by an angel dancing in the rain. I slowly lowered my window glass of my car to enjoy the beauty of nature, the melodious rain and the most beautiful angel’s dance. Suddenly someone tapped on my shoulder and said, “Wake up Son”

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Fate!

Winter Season, the splendid time when every kid loves to play in the snow, skate and ride on their bicycles. I am no exception to hate those sweet things but, did I have an opportunity to do any of those in the beautiful snow. Never! You know why? God blessed my birth without legs – Fate!

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Worst Hour

At last, after 10 days of Half Yearly Holidays we were back to school. The first hour was mathematics, she yelled out my name to scold me for losing two marks, and I replied to her, “If you can’t be gentle in praising me for scoring 98, at least don’t scold me with vulgar words”.

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Puzzle

I had been calling Riti’s mobile number right from the morning and that was my 48th time. I was really tensed; maybe what I had done the previous day was wrong! The answer would be, “I don’t know”. “Whether this try would be my fortune?” She answered the call and said, “Please come to the boat station”. I rushed to the beautiful place with a puzzle; she answered it by those three unheard words, “I Love You”

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Moments of Madness

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Hmmm a topic that everyone loves to participate in and I am not an exception to sleep on that! Let me pen down my top five moments of madness that I experienced in my life and I hope you will like it too...

I: A mischievous act with Isha, my girl.

I still cherish that moment of madness as it decided my destiny, my Isha – a sweet girl. This happened exactly 15 years before and I was 8. It was the melodious rainy season when we kids used to play in the waters. On one such fine day when Isha and I were playing, the mad girl pushed me into the water and sat on me. I in turn pushed her down, took some tadpoles from the water and slide it inside her tops. She started crying badly and shouted like anything!

She looked cute and this was my first moment of madness.

II: Definitely not my mistake.

The second one was not my mistake but God's. I used to teach her cycling on every evening and after about a week of practice this incident happened.

Isha: “Hey idiot, hold the cycle tightly because I shouldn't fall at any cost.”

Me: “Sure Dumbo, trust me.”

But for the previous two days I didn't hold the cycle as I realized that she had learnt cycling. I followed the same technique that day but unfortunately she went down and dashed on a wall. I rushed to her and noticed that her knees were injured and it was bleeding badly. I shouted for help and a kind-hearted auto rickshaw man took us to hospital. She was given treatment and injection to recover soon.

She looked damn cute in the hospital and this explains my second moment of madness.

III: I just love Mathematics but I feel sorry for her.

This incident took place in our Tenth Standard Public Examination. It was our mathematics exam, usually I used to pick her up in my bicycle during exams but on that day, I forgot to pick up her. I reached the examination hall on time and wrote my exam well, confident enough to score a centum. When I came out of the Examination Hall, I realized that I didn't pick her up and searched for her in and out of the campus but in vain. I rushed to her home and saw a cute angel sobbing for missing two marks, that too because of the ten minute delay to reach the examination centre. She shouted at me for not picking her up and hugged me crying for missing two marks. I had no words to say but felt bad about myself.

She looked like an angel with the tears on her eyelid and this sums up my third moment of madness.

IV: The Sweet Proposal

On feb14th 2004, I went to her home after the school hours. She was looking cute on her red colour half sari, with matching bangles and stubs. I felt butterflies flying in my stomach on seeing her but somehow gained courage, and sealed her lips with mine. It lasted long enough for three tasteful minutes after which I moved away from her and uttered those three beautiful words and came back to my home. That day night I received a message from her.

"அன்பே உன்னால் என்னை உணர்ந்தேன்
உன் கண்களிலே காதலை உணர்ந்தேன் "

In English:
"Hey my love, because of you I learnt who I am;
Because of your eyes I learnt what Love is"

I replied to her as,

"Welcome to my life sweet idiot"

The incident that took place in her home was my fourth moment of madness.

V: Marriage.

Just before two months I tied the auspicious thread on her neck with our parent’s will after that we played several games, one of them being the ring game. The game is to search for the ring inside the bowl of flowers and the one who wins the maximum can wear that ring. But I never searched for the ring instead was playing with her, pinching her fingers and.... It was very interesting as I looked into her eyes and said I LOVE YOU several times, it took twenty minutes for us complete the game and the winner was Mrs Sid

She looked very cute and she blushed like never before which meant, "I LOVE YOU" and this pretty much was my fifth moment of madness.

Adding to this, today she smiles for deserving the birth right, yes she is conceived now.

Out of these five moments of madness, I reaped smile, peace, joy and eternal love, and last but not the least, "I can call myself a responsible father and a lovable husband".

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Creator - 77 Fiction

"Oops! What the hell this bloody EB do? Power Cut", and this is the third time in past half an hour. "Oh My God please save me from this darkness as in another ten minutes my cab will be here". I lighted the candle, turned back and to my surprise I saw a seven feet creature standing on my bed, I screamed like a banshee but my voice was muted as it was the creator of earth.

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Wish

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Wish, the moment I heard this topic the first thought that came to my mind was, "What would be my wish if God grants me one?" or the Famous thriller, "Monkey's Paw - Jacobs", may be "Tiger's Paw"? Come-on Saravana! Think out of the box, this write up should impress many hearts and get me votes. Although a difficult task but let me try my best, with all your wishes I am penning down, "Wish".

This is a usual story about a girl’s wish, which is known to this world unusually.

A journey from her engagement to marriage.

Day 1:

Rachana, a cute mischievous girl dressed up to her best, was eagerly waiting for the moment. Each second passed by increased a butterfly in her stomach as she was eager to talk to Ajeesh, her perfect match. She was thinking about the beauty of arranged marriages - discovering each other’s turn-on(s) in short span of time and trying to fit in the available space. The moment her name was whispered – she wished to figure out Ajeesh in the allotted space.

Ajeesh: Hi.. Rachana... You have got a very Sweet name, I think it means, “Creation”. Hmmm, can I ask you a question?(grinning)

She was mesmerized by the way he made her comfortable, she said, “Yes”.

Ajeesh took a deep breath and questioned, “Whom you think is a selfless creature in the world?”

Rachana: Mother

Ajeesh got the answer which he was looking for and suddenly out of nowhere, he looked directly into her eyes and asked, “Will you be my lovely lawfully wedded wife?” and she blushed like she had never blushed before which meant the most beautiful words “Yes sweet heart”. Her wish was granted as she figured out Ajeesh and his sweet character.

As they both were comfortable with each other, the engagement began with a happy note, went on with no luxurious deal but with hearts and love all around. The most precious rings were exchanged between them.

* * * * * *

Day 3:

Rachana’s mobile rang few times but she couldn’t pick up the call as she was taking a bath but somewhere in her heart she could sense that it was someone special calling her. She decided not to miss the call anymore so assigned a special ring tone, “Kalaba Kadhala”, her favourite ringtone which she hasn’t assigned to anyone else.

Ajeesh: Hi.. Creator.. Good Morning..

Rachana: Hi.... Good Day, I apologize for not picking your call as I was taking a bath.

Ajeesh: So you do bath, that’s appreciated but I heard you never.

Rachana: Hey.....

They both spoke as hours went unnoticed, neither the stomach ached for food nor the pre-paid connection for account balance, they loved it.

* * * * * *

Day 5:

Rachana took off to office and later went for shopping which will be sponsored by the bridegroom’s family. She always loves to shop but this was a different experience, a big occasion, and moreover she is shopping for a sari which will remain as the best of the collection. She wished that the colour of the sari should be Lavender indigo as she is crazy about it; even her living room bears the same colour. They were browsing different varieties, different colours and at last she came out as the clear winner.

Ajeesh: So even the sari is of your favourite colour. Hmmm

Rachana was puzzled as she never mentioned about these small things to him, and puzzled she asked, “But how you know about it?”

Ajeesh: Simple, when I was eagerly waiting for you, i saw an angel coming out of an indigo shell and you know what, that’s my favourite color too..

The day was like a beautiful leaf to her diary, and she cherished it with Ajeesh.

* * * * * *

Day 10:

Rachana opened her cute eye lids around four in the morning, although it was a Sunday she didn’t sleep, her thoughts were occupied with Ajeesh. After complete four busy business days she couldn’t sleep or rest her mind either, it was because she was suffering from love and she didn’t have time to speak to him which was supposed to be a crucial medicine. She wished to call him once to check whether he is free that day or not, so took her phone searched for the name, “Koibitou” (Sweet Heart - Japanese) and called him. She was supposed to hear the usual ring but she heard, “Kalaba Kadhala” and it continued for 60 seconds.

Ajeesh: Hi.. Good Morning, Heard you favourite song? It is specially assigned for you.

Rachana, speechless don’t how to react, she said, “Morninggggggg! I am surprised, by the way how you know that I love this song”

Ajeesh: Simple, when we were shopping on that day I heard a common ring tone for everyone but when I called you to check where you were; I realized the specialness in it.

Rachana: You touched me Koibitou.

Ajeesh: Hey what does it mean?

Rachana: Find it my genius, “You are a silent show stealer right?”

Ajeesh: Got it, Sweet Heart right? So you have saved my name as Koibitou, I have found another secret of you.

She was totally immersed in love with him.

* * * * * *

Day 11:

As usual she was getting ready to go to home, busy in applying her lip gloss, she missed to hear the beep sound of her phone. She had a great day in office as she received a client appreciation mail and more over from the next day she will be on leave, she reached her home took out her phone and was surprised to see, “11 message received”. She opened, got shocked as all the messages are from, “Koibitou”

1: Hi Creator... Good Morning..
2: Hi still bathing?
3: waiting for a lovely SMS
4: I wish you a lovely day creator
5: Time is two but am not feeling hungry, still waiting
6: Hey Creator...
7: Happy News, “I am madly in love with you”
8: Happy News, “I am getting hike..”
9: :-)
10:
11: Hi Mam, this is a kind request from your sincere lover, as am I suffering from heavy love, I wish to get a SMS every hour from you which will keep me energized and short ‘n’ sweet call every night will add to glitters. ALSO I will be more than happy if I receive a ---- at the EOC (End Of Call). Yours, Koibitou

After reading all those sweet SMS(s), she couldn’t help herself from tears. She was scolding NOKIA for making phones with common message tones. She didn’t had the courage to call Ajeesh, so she threw her phone and slept sobbing. Suddenly her phone started ringing with the tone, “Kalaba Kadhala”; she stood up in astonishment, searched for the phone and answered the call.

Rachana: Sobbing

Ajeesh: Hi.... Is something wrong with you? Hey... what happened dear? Please na, speak something, please.

Rachana: I love to KISS you, “Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmaaaaaaaaaaaaaa”

Ajeesh: That’s very energetic. So what happened?

Rachana: Sorry koibitou, I don’t have a habit of reading messages or replying to them, I had a very good day in office but made your day a bad one, really sorry.

Ajeesh: Hey... you made me discover how much I love you, and happy for getting such an opportunity.

Rachana: Bad Boyy..........

Ajeesh: Hmmmm Thanks for your compliment, three more days Sweety, 72 hours, 4320 minutes.

Rachana: Wait wait, I am doing the same right....

It was a never ending talk as they completely immersed themselves in love and they wished a happy life.

* * * * * *

Past two days was a dream come true for them as they lived virtually in their phones, even a smile was sent as a message, they shared their likes, dislikes, crush and everything.

Day 14:

Just 24 hours left to tie the knot, relatives were busy in performing the rituals and so the bride and bridegroom. If it is a marriage then the important part is friends and they played a major role in setting everything right. Reception happened in a grand way including stage shows and the last night before the first night went like seconds.

Big Day:

Rachana was the happiest girl as everything was set right to tie the knot and the happiest moment which she wished came true as Ajeesh tied the knot. Their wishes were fulfilled and with thousands of people blessing they were declared as Newly Wedded Couples.

What does a girl wish in her married life? Love, care & moreover she should be herself whenever she is with him and Rachana was not an exception in this case. Her wish was granted by God and she was a Happy Girl for rest of her life.

The best wish you can ever make is how you want to live your life and that’s what this WISH too.

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Sense Of Love

The day started with little drizzles, as Ashik started to his school wearing a black hat, over coat and his usual school dress. He started cycling slowly as if he was riding a slow cycling race. He was in low spirits that day and felt very sleepy due to the weather. When he was about to reach his school, he saw Akhil, his friend shouting "Hey dude! It's a Holiday! Enjoy your day".

Ashik replied, "Shit, I don’t have energy to enjoy, idiot. Thanks anyway and bye."

He went to the park to which he usually goes with Hassini, his love. He knew that Hassini would come there, and so, he waited. Ten minutes later, Hassini came and closed Ashik eyes with her hands, "Who is this?"; "Mera Love” said Ashik and pulled her to the front and made her to sit.

As usual, they both started to talk, talk and talk, and the whole world went off unnoticed. An hour or so would have gone by when a few drizzles started dancing down on them, which could also not stop their talk. After ten minutes of drizzling, rain started to pour heavier. They both were left with no other option other than to run to a nearby tree. It was very big and they both found shelter under it. They were totally drenched in the rain because of which Hassini started to shiver, Ashik gave his overcoat to her but that also didn’t help her.

Ashik had no clue how to stop her shivering, so he just hugged her gently. She started to calm down but he hugged her tightly with lots of love, and in turn, Hassini. Ashik slowly lifted her face, smiled and kissed on her forehead at first, then on the left & right cheeks, followed by chin and the most attractive neck. He held her hand tightly and at last, he reached the destiny, and kissed her with ease for a few minutes.

Rain too stopped and they both started walking, hands locked, no words uttered. They both sensed the true love behind the act and the world went unnoticed.

Sense Of Love

The day started with little drizzles, as Ashik started to his school wearing a black hat, over coat and his usual school dress. He started cycling slowly as if he was riding in a slow cycling race; he was in low spirits that day and felt very sleepy due to the climate. When he was about to reach his school, he saw Akhil, his friend shouting "Hey dude! They declared Holiday! Enjoy your day". Ashik replied, "Shit, I don’t have energy to enjoy you idiot, thanks anyway and bye" and went to the park to which he usually goes with Hassini, his love.

He knew that Hassini would come there, and so, he waited. Ten minutes later, Hassini came and closed Ashik eyes with her hands, "Who is this?"; "Mera Love” said Ashik and pulled her to the front and made her to sit.

As usual, they both started to talk, talk and talk, and the whole world went off unnoticed. An hour or so would have gone by when a few drizzles started dancing down on them, which could also not stop their talk. After ten minutes of drizzling, rain started to pour heavier. They both were left with no other option other than to run to a nearby tree. It was very big and they both found shelter under it. They were totally drenched in the rain because of which Hassini started to shiver, Ashik gave his overcoat to her but that also didn’t help her.

Ashik had no clue how to stop her shivering, so he just hugged her gently. Her shivering started to come down but he hugged her tightly with lots of love, in turn, Hassini. Ashik slowly lifted her face, smiled and kissed on her forehead at first, then left & right cheeks, then chin & then neck. He held her hand tightly & at last, he reached the destiny, kissed her with ease for a few minutes.

Rain too stopped and they both started walking, hands locked, no words uttered. They both sensed the truth of love behind it and the world went unnoticed.