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  • The Fear of Love | Short Story
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    The Fear of Love | Short Story

    The Fear of Love | Short Story

    I came home and knocked on the door. It was 11.30 and just 15 min ago dad gave me a call to ask what time I was coming. But when I knocked on the door no one responded. It was the only dad at home at that time as others were out of town. I knocked on the door again, still no response. The door was not locked and light in the front room was also ON. I ringed the bell. Still the same response. I called him on his cell, he didn’t pick up. I was getting serious and scared at the same time, but no response was available from the other end. My heart beats increased and fear was totally seen on my face.i was getting anxious. Weird horrible thought started to enter in my mind like,

    ….


    What had happened suddenly?
    Why is he not opening the door?

    In this fear, I was constantly ringing his cell and simultaneously the doorbell. Suddenly within a minute, the door opened. My dad saw me and asked “Why are you crying?. At that point, I realised yes I was crying.
    “why were you not opening the door, I was scared? Did I ask in an angry and scared tone, Scared? why? I just fell asleep so I didn’t hear the bell.
    And phone? I asked


    “It is kept in a different room” he replied
    But why were you crying? he asked
    Nothing – I said and went to my room.


    At that moment I realised, how hard times bring out the real feelings from us. How just a minute late in opening the door made me scared and realised how much I love my dad. The same scenario happens in life too, we don’t actually know what we have in our life, and even if we know the importance of the things we never love them we just respect them. It’s only the fear of losing them brings true love out of us.

    ….


    We love a lot of people in our life, but not always we show it nor do we realize the love we share with some of our closed friends, family and others but the fear makes our heart feel and speak the love out of us. Though by actions of anger and scaredness, indirectly it shows our love, Pure love.


    Never wait in life for the loss of someone to realise their importance, realise and convey it before its too late.

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    The Days Of My Life| Short story

    The Days Of My Life | Short story

    “We are here to learn and live, we are here to love and forgive,
    And in this life,
    we have days when we laugh when we cry,
    Sometimes we are full of energy and sometimes dry,
    Yet we describe them as the best days of our life,
    And they are termed as “ The School Days” of our life”

    Not all the stories have a boy and a girl either together or separated. Sometimes certain relations are far
    beyond it. They are separated but still, their feel remains.


    Scene 1:
    The sun rises
    And abhisekh and mihir leave for jogging.
    After 2 rounds of the ground, they find’s
    A group of friend’s enjoying.
    Mihir smiles
    After the next round, they find a young boy and girl sharing a lovely smile and trying to overlap hands
    over each other’s, thus sharing the sweet essence of so-called love.
    Further, ahead they find a couple arguing with each other and the husband trying to make his wife happy
    bypassing joke, but the wife appear’s a bit frustrated.
    And then they find an old couple helping each other to walk, in the garden
    Seeing all this, mihir speaks
    Mihir: “ Yaar, ek baat to sahi kahi hai kisine, ke pyaar bhale hi zindagi ki zarurat na ho par zindagi ka
    hissa to zarur hai.
    Iske bina sab kuch adhura to ho hi jata hai
    Abhisekh : “laughs”
    Mihir: come on yaar , ye koi hasne ki baat to nai thi
    Abhisekh: to aur kya hai
    Ab tu pyaar ko itna importance deta hai, vo to mujhe pata hai , par subah subah chalu ho jayega ye pata
    nai tha.
    Mihir : tu nai deta ,?
    Abhisekh : {serious looks } nai. aur dena bhi nai chahata
    Mihir : { understands his xpressions } ha thik hai yaar ,chill
    Bas bhalu tu sahi aur me galat
    Abhisekh : {laughs } are nai yaar aisi baat nai hai ,
    its just ke ye log jo school /college me karte hai , its just a time-pass, aur jo shaadi ke baad vo hota hai
    samjota .
    Mihir: aur budhape me.atleast vo to—-{ abhisekh interrupts in between }
    Abhisekh : vo majburi.
    Mihir : ha bhai ha, bas
    {both laughs}
    Mihir: aur bata, teri next book ka kya status hai?
    Abhisekh : puch mat yaar, puch mat ,koi topic hi nai mil raha hai.
    Mihir : kya baat kar raha hai, “common man” , aur “ocras” jesi stories aa gayi , aur ab ek nai story nai aa
    rahi?
    Abhisekh : sahi me yaar, nai hi aa rahi hai, dekhta hu kuch mil jaye to acha ,jaldi hi chalu karna padega
    kuch to.
    Mihir : {laughingly } to tere favourite subject pe hi banna de na.
    Abhisekh: konsa?
    Mihir : love..{saying this mihir leaves towards his car}
    Abhisekh {background sounds of many past experiences mixed together}: and suddenly he shakes his
    head. And leaves for his home.
    Abhisekh Home :
    While having breakfast he hears continuously about what mihir said :
    to tere favourite opposition pe hi banna de nalove..to tere favourite opposition pe hi banna de nalove..
    And he stands up from the table, goes to television set.
    while watching it, also the same thing repeats.
    So he angrily shuts the television off. And opens d balcony and stands there.
    It’s a rainy afternoon, and a cold breeze touches his face and he closes his eyes

    ……………{a white light comes}………5 years back……………………

    Phone ring and cuts
    Rings and cuts ———— {7 times}
    Finally lazy and tired of d vibrations of phone abhisekh gets up with messed up hair and tiredness in eyes.
    Sees the phone,
    Its jay {abhisekh’s best friends in school: jay and navin}
    Abhisekh calls: bol bhai, 7 miss call , achanak kya hua tujhe?
    Jay: bro, It’s important.
    Abhisekh: bol na ab, ek to 10.30 utha diya, that too on Sunday.
    Jay says something .
    Abhisekh : {eyes open widely }shouts “shit I am late”
    “10 min me paucha be”
    Abhisekh gets ready as fast as possible and leaves for jay’s house
    Aunty opens d door ,
    “ kya abhisekh itna jaldi bhag ke kyu ata tum?”
    Kya hua?
    Abhisekh: aunty jay kaha hai?
    Aunty: vo under hai, aur saath me {he hears this much n runs inside}
    Opens half door of jay’s room
    Finds jay and navin on bed, and talking to some1 on d other side
    Abhisekh opens the full door
    And Sees d most beautiful, d most elegant girl: Anamika
    {Having proposed her several times in the past, and getting rejected is a feet achieved only by Mr.
    Abhisekh}


    Abhisekh- anamika : beautiful man,
    Anamika- Abhisekh : shhhhhh..abhisekh plzzz [anamika furiously stopping him]
    Abhisekh- anamika: ok bas atleast “hi”
    Anamika – abhisekh : oh ya that’s better “ hi, kaisa hai, tu yaha kaise??”{ eyes showing naughtiness
    stating that she already knew that jay would inform abhisekh}
    Jay and navin: “ha abhisekh ,tu kyu yaha achanak aya,bol bol
    {Abhisekh showing killer look to both jay and navin}
    And all d three laughing
    Abhisekh stares the 2 devils present in the room and they understands that it’s their time to leave.
    Navin : chal anamika, mujhe ghar jana hai so byee.milte hai school me.
    Anamika : ha yaar, byee milna par, aise bhi sirf 1 month baki hai, for 12th grade to get over and then who
    knows who goes where.
    Jay: I will get you both some drink, wait.
    Both leave the room.


    So here it is,


    Abhisekh sitting in front of anamika{the most beautiful girl alive on the planet according to him}
    Anamika: “tere frnds mast hai na, tujhe flirt karne ke liye akela rehne diya”
    Abhisekh : “laughs” ,common anamika, u know me since 4 years and still tu ye bol rahi hai.?
    Anamika : abhisekh I know u since 4 years n isliye ye statement bol rahi hu
    Both laughs :
    So anamika ,
    {Anamika –breaks in between }
    Anamika: Abhisekh no
    Abhisekh: anamika, atleast listen na
    Anamika: Abhishek I know u..but the answer is same
    Abhisekh : anamika, me to movie ke liye puch raha tha.
    {wicked smile}
    Anamika : {too smiles}achaa
    Abhisekh: to chale ,aise bhi nxt mnth se time nai hoga ..board xams n all.
    Anamika: ya so ..when.. today evening
    Abhisekh: yup done..so will meet then.
    Anamika : kya ? you going, tu koi kaam se nai aya tha itni dur ?
    Abhisekh : jo kaam se aya tha, vo to ho gaya.” {blinks eyes}
    {both of them exchanges smiles and abhisekh leaves}
    Jay enters : are vo chala bhi gaya.
    Anamika :yup
    {Jay – anamika exchanges smiles}
    Jay: Is abhisekh a bad boy?
    Anamika – no
    Jay :a flirt type, a rowdy type and any such sort?
    Anamika-no no but why are u asking me such questions?
    Jay : so y cant u agree to abhisekh?

    U know he is d best guy, who loves u , adores u, makes u feel like a princess in the most possible way
    and still

    Anamika: jay I know, mujhe pata hai that he likes me,even he has asked me out, I even love to talk with
    him, but I can’t accept his love. I even wish he gets a better girl than me.

    Jay: but y not you?
    Anamika: bye jay, I am getting late.

    Jay: bhaag ne sawaal khatm nai ho jaye ga.

    Anamika: bhaag jane se jawaab sochne ka waqt mil jaye ga.
    { anamika leaves}

    Abhisekh and anamika goes for the movie and navin n jay n payal{anamika’s frnd }too
    The eye to eye contact which abhisekh proposes anamika and from eyes only how she refuses is
    always a pleasure to watch.

    Next week the school scenario enters where each and every students discusses about d studies…
    About d future aspects for life, the promises to meet at regular intervals and all sort.

    One such day, returning from the school in the evening and driving cycle with anamika.
    Abhisekh: tujhe kya lagta hai?
    Anamika: kisme?
    Abhisekh : ye jo log itne sare promises karte hai, of meeting each other and all sort, will they remember
    all this in future?
    Anamika : {laughs} kya pata ,god knows
    Anamika: By the way, I am really worried for you?
    Abhisekh : is it ? I m feeling happy for this . {laughs}
    Anamika : oh you stop it, not in that way you idiot…and u also know that.

    Just as a true friend or what u call a pure friend

    Abhisekh: oh .so sweet . but why ?

    Anamika: abhisekh, u are spending too much time in thinking about us, and that way u are not
    concentrating on studies.
    Abhisekh please for my sake, please do study and get good marks……………please.
    Abhisekh : ya anamika ya , i am doing
    Anamika : no .u are not
    Abhisekh: ok madam, I will do now bas.
    Now can we talk something sweet and pleasant?
    Anamika : ya “ dairy milk”
    Abhisekh : what ?
    Anamika : ya that’s it is sweet and pleasant
    {both laughs}

    Abhisekh: anamika 1 more question I want to ask ,what’s with us ?
    Anamika : abhisekh please, nothing of that sort till exams
    Abhisekh: okiessssss.{in a pleasure to}
    Suddenly both started n walked without uttering a word

    Both reached home, and thought that in general talks abhisekh asked such a question which none was
    able to answer.
    But leaving this aside they moved ahead

    Next few days till exam went on same,both of them didn’t talked much with each other, thinking that it
    would deviate anamika’s focus from studies but both asked about each other’s status from jay.
    Exams came and gone,

    And on the last day, when all were about to leave the campus jay told abhisekh that anamika was about
    to leave for Chennai the next day as her dad decided that she might do her college there and return only
    in vacations to the city.

    The next moment,

    Abhisekh and anamika standing on two ends of the school gate looking at each other.
    Anamika smiling and abhisekh rude n angry.
    Anamika came near to him and hugged him.
    And as they embraced each other, tears broke out from both of their eyes but none showed the other
    that they felt something .
    Abhisekh: tu ja rahi hai?
    Anamika : nobbed
    Abhisekh: wapas?
    Anamika: na
    Abhisekh: and what about us?

    Anamika: will call you whenever I will return in town, but apart from that I won’t.

    I know this is wrong from my part , but abhisekh , I can’t give you expectations by talking to you
    regularly ,and make you feel for me. Because we really don’t have future, we both know that we have
    liking for each other ,but after that I can’t think of u, can’t think of us so please abhisekh.
    And please if we at any point of time shared something between us, then u will not contact me.
    Abhisekh {tears in his eyes}: anamika for u, “A hundred times over again”, as u say.
    Abhisekh: And still for the last time I want to tell you again that u r the most beautiful gal. I had ever met
    in my life n i will never meet in my life.

    And for the d last time I want to tell you that we shared d purest form of relation .I can ever have with
    any 1
    and
    Both gets emotional and hugs each other, their eyes getting wet, but still controlling the tears.
    The next day she leaves for Banglore leaving a letter for me with jay and navin
    The letter stated :
    “Abhisekh, i really don’t know why to refuse you .But I know I can’t accept you.
    But still Whenever some1 in any part of the world will ask me, what love is like, I will answer in 1 word
    “Abhisekh joshi”
    They didn’t contacted each other till she was out, neither they met when she came to town.
    Just a few talks every year whenever she returned to town in first 2 years.

    The 3rd year when she came, she was committed to Raj.
    {abhisekh didn’t knew ,neither anamika told him, jay told this to abhisekh}

    That year whe she went back to Banglore , she scraped abhisekh on orkut :
    “ hey, I know ..that u must be enjoying life the fullest till now ,and so do the same.. take care, u know
    about suraj , but I dnt want to discuss about the thing ,as u understand”
    “Take care and focus on your life ”
    Tears felt from Abhisekh’s eyes.
    After college abhisekh rarely got any news about her, and they never met
    Since last year, abhisekh enrolled himself in a job,
    Anamika is busy with her {mba}
    And Raj in his high profile job
    {all news via jay}

    _———————————white light shines again———————————————
    Phone rings
    Abhisekh gets back from the memories, his eyes wet and still smiling
    Looks at the phone
    It’s mihir’s.
    Abhisekh: ya mihir say
    Mihir: can u join me and Riya for dinner, its special today, romil is also coming
    Abhisekh: sure dude will come around 8.
    Mihir: oh good, meet u then
    Abhisekh: mihir, by the way I got the story for the next book,
    Mihir: oh cool man, what’s that about?

    Abhisekh: My favorite topic “Define Love?”

    –The love which could have gone the either way ,went neither way :

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    Joker – A story beneath the mask | Short Story

    Joker – A story beneath the mask | Short Story

    “I don’t have any scars on my face nor did any additional efforts are made on it look good. No make-up, no masks. It’s the same as I look every day. But today, I am not able to figure out who I am? The face in the mirror is contradicting to the person I am feeling from deep inside. I am not feeling to be myself. Is this the real me? Is this what people see? Who is this? It’s me of my thoughts or me of people’s wishes?


    In the chaos going around him, outside his room, this was Ananth thinking, seeing his face in the mirror in front of him. A dim red light from the bulb bulging out on the top of the mirror focused on his face and brightened it. The noise was continuously increasing with every minute passing. But today it was different. Today nothing mattered to him, neither the noise, the people who were creating it was considered as a disturbance and nor did the focus of the light enlighten him.

    Today no chaos was as big as the one that was going in his mind. No actions going around were making him excited or curious. Today it was all he with himself; committed and dedicated to his thoughts. The door knocked quite a few times but eventually stopped after he shouted at them and asked them to leave him alone for some time.

    …..


    It is not something that happens every day. It is a day of introspection. Since last few days, he was feeling a deep pain in himself. He failed in his semester exams and also lost money in trading. Both of this took place in the same time frame and he was lost trying to figure out what went wrong. He needed the support of the people whom he thought were close to him. Not monetary support or any help in studies, he just needed people to stand by, holding his hands by the time he figures out what went wrong.

    He was not a bad student nor was he a bad trader but something still went wrong and that was what he was searching for and standing alone in such condition was making the situation even worse. He called Ananya –his love interest, but she ignored; texting him that she was busy instead of asking him a reason for the call.  His friends too sent a message that they were busy with their work. Suddenly he was seeing a different side of the picture. Whom he wanted with him then, had their priorities. He was feeling as if this was something he had been going through for a long time but he never realised it or felt that way.

    ….


    Today, everything was opening up to him. He realised how when he wanted a relationship; he got restricted to friendship when he wanted friends to love him; they asked him for making them feel good.  He needed support from family; they told him to get matured and do by himself. Whether it was his crush, his friends, family or anyone, no one was there in his need. How it was always he himself living his life as per the lives of others.
    In such a state of mind, he was looking at himself; asking “what is wrong with me? Why are people not there when I need them? Where does all their love get lost, when it is me and not them?

    ….

    He was not frustrated or much disappointed, he was just anxious. Today he just wanted to understand where does he stands in people’s life. What position does he hold in their heart apart from their needs? The power was also playing its game. It went on and off thrice within a span of 15 minutes and he was continuously observing himself in darkness and light from minute to minute. Staring at his own face, he realised how different he himself is from what is seen there.

    How a heart, with volcano bursting in there and with questions unanswered about him-self, has a contented face in the mirror. It was like his face was deceiving himself.  He realised how different he is to what people perceive him as from his face and action and also lately because of what people accepted him, he too went in with the flow the same way, instead of changing himself and making people aware of what he actually is. Also, he was not the one who was seen in the mirror. He was totally different. The face was the mask, the expressions were the make- up which were unintentionally formed to disguise him to others from the person he actually was.


    He realised that he smiled with people but deep somewhere in him he never was happy. Deep there he was always at the chaos with himself. He made people laugh with his words, but deep in there, he had lost his laughter years ago. He was always there to help people who needed it whether they were close to him or not, but inside he knew that he himself was the one who needed this help to the most. But still, he did maintain the perceived image; not for him, but for the people, because somewhere somehow he knew how it feels when you have the dearth of these things, and he never wanted to make others feel the same, what he was feeling every day and every night.


    But today it was not the same, the burden of carrying the expectations and wishes of people on his shoulder got too extreme to bear and he felt that it was not that he was being treated or considered as a support or helping hand or a person to be worthy of doing that.


    He felt he was a joker.

    A joker for the people around him. They come, watch him and leave him respectively, don’t belong to him. People belong to their needs, their requirements, their moods and he was always an option and the best solution for them. They laughed at his talks, enjoyed his company. He lightened their moods. He motivated them; solved their issues with their family, their relationship. But once things settle, everyone went on to their paths with their mates. And he was left there with a smile on his face and a contented heart. He was a part of peoples sorrow but was never a part of their happiness.


     He felt how many a time his family asked him to say something funny so that they do not get bored. It was most of the times the only reason for his friends visiting him. It was always the reason, for the girls coming to him, unknown and unaware of what he thinks or feels, of what his emotions are, but just for the one reason that he will make their mood good, with his witty sarcasm, humour talks and postures.

    ….

    He felt how a joker in the circus unknown and unaware of the people sitting and their moods, just try to take their sorrows away and make their time better, irrespective of what he is feeling deep inside him. Many facets of his life were getting played in front of him today. He felt he was never a women’s first choice for love, he was always a women’s first choice for laughter. Always up for the people whom he considered as his priority but for whom he was not even a second option. He was lost in that thought.


    And was connecting the various dots of the past to understand why his present hold the position he is in, and with less effort, he even connected them. Later he realised that in trying to make people happy and pleased with him, somewhere he himself became the Joker of life, unconsciously even unaware of it. He himself lost his feelings and emotions and surrendered then to laughter, in making people love him.

    ….

    He gave himself in, to be loved by them for the person he was and what he got was love for what he showed to them or for what he acted in front of them. What he thought should have been understood by them as an act to make them happy for a short time, was misunderstood as his personality. People began to think that he was a man for all, and what he did was to make everyone one. He became a symbol for good. His priorities and concern for his closed ones got ignored and his efforts in making them happy were generalized to all. Everyone felt that his concern was for all and so no one realised how some were even special to him.

    ……


    The red coloured dim light continued to fall on his face, bringing his smile back to him as his thoughts were getting clearer and clearer. Slowly he was digesting the fact that this role of a joker he himself had taken with his own wishes though he himself was unaware of it. But that too was not in his hands. He became a joker for some people to show his happiness in making them happy, to show his concerned for them but things were accepted altogether in a different way.


    The room knocked again, he came out of the thoughts he was in. His eyes were filled with tears and his lips smiled. He knew that his thoughts were a reality though not seen by everyone but not understood by them.
    A person from outside shouted again. Anant stood up and opened the door. Anil, the manager came inside. With a disgusting expression on his face, and infuriated tone he asked again,
    “Why are you not ready till now? The play has started Ananth.

    ….

    The artists are there performing on stage, it is your turn next and you are not ready yet? What are you thinking Ananth? What is wrong with you? Ananth smiled and replied, “I have got a few minutes. You please don’t panic; I will be there on time.


    To this, the manager said,” Ananth, do you know what are you going to do there? You have got an important role to play out there. You are a JOKER in the play and you are taking it this lightly. It is a very big burden of making people laugh. It is a very important part of this play. So please realise that and work. You have not even done the make-up and where is the mask?”
    Hearing this, a smile came on Ananths’ face. He saw his face in the mirror and pointing to his mirror image, he replied to the manager, “There it is. And this mask does not need make-up because he is totally different from the person who is hidden behind this face. This is a JOKER in real.

    The manager got curious listening to this and continuously stared Ananth. Seeing his curiosity, Ananth laughed, picked up the funny clone mask, he was about to wear and made his way out of the room towards the stage, where the audience was waiting to see the JOKER on stage.
                                                                 ————–@ramta jogi

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    The last Good-Bye |Short Story

    The last Good-Bye | Short Story

    Prescript: The name of this letter is “The Last Goodbye”, that doesn’t mean we won’t be having any touch after you are gone, but it means that after this I am not going to say goodbye ever, ever and ever again. I am not going this far away from you ever after this, because since last 5 days only I know how I am living these days.


                           The Last Good-Bye


    They say the first day and the last day are always special in everybody’s life, as they begin or end something. And either of these conditions will make you happy or sad or both. In my case, the first day was neither happy nor sad, it was just as usual. It was good. But definitely in a day or two will be the last day, and I don’t know how will I be then. But I hope I will have happy and sad feelings both but both to a higher extent: – A mixed feeling. A feeling of absurdness, a feeling of emptiness, an indefinable feeling. Something which even my words can’t describe. It might witness a smile on my face with my eyes wet. It will see the rarest of facial expression of mine. 

    I don’t cry that easily. People call me stubborn and “Selfish”, but yes I am pretty much sure, that that stubbornness will end in this case. I am sad and will be sad at least for days because certain things are not easily bearable, and neither are easily separable, which have made a deep impact on your soul your heart and more importantly your life in whole.

    ….

    It was just the other day nearly 2 years back when I met you. Nothing unusual happened that day, no special people were meeting neither the atmosphere got filmy, and neither there was love at first sight. I came with our old friend, who made us introduced to each other. When you shook your hand, saying a “Hi ”, I saw that I was talking to a very bold and independent sort of girl, who has got nothing to praise in her looks or body and who was supposedly my classmate and whom I had never noticed in my class. It began and ended the same normal way.

    Things began to build up slowly between us, as I initiated the talks on Facebook as well as on phone. I was pretty much busy flirting and enjoying with other girls that I just began to exchange messages and talks with you rarely. But somehow I don’t realize when this rarely turned out occasionally and that turned out as a daily routine activity. I was beginning to feel good about everything related to you. Whether it was your voice or your sense of humour, both were (and are) exceptionally great.

    A time came when my terms with our common friend became sour, but by then I was in good touch with you {at least from my side, that’s what I think}. We began to talk at times for hours, but you used to get irritated with them as long talks and regular contact with anybody for more than 2 hours is somewhat unbearable for you at that time{* to be precise it’s even now}.

    ….

    Regarding this, we had many arguments, many fights, a lot of time my insult, but I never understood what stopped me to be still there with you. Being very arrogant from the early age and full of attitude {that’s what people say} you could have never expected that I would have still continued to be in your touch. But don’t know which sort of vibes were coming from you that made me ignore each of your acts that were not liked by me.  As time grew, the friendship flourished. It became more of casual than a formality. 

    We laughed to each other talks, began to share the things which were not meant to be known by all. Yes !! it was strange that the meeting each other regularly for two of us was a rarity. Neither of us was interested nor wanted to meet regularly. Yes even though many a time I asked and was declined by you, but that didn’t change my feelings for you. Moving ahead even the meeting began, though for some reasons like an exam or other. But believe me !!  In my view they were fruitful.

    They were better than expected. And even today I rejoice those moments. I will give you the credit that at this point you were the person who bared me. I know who I am, and how I am and so by any means you handled the talks. You either ignore the bad part of me from your mind, and many times you accepted it as a part of me and so didn’t reacted, but you helped to take this friendship further. Life is a race not with a straight ground, but it’s a 200-meter huddle race on a circular ground, and accordingly, we too continued with certain issues with one another, certain fights but in the end, a “good night” from my side always ended with a “bye” from your side.

    As a person I began to adore you, respect you more. A person like you was never ever witnessed by me any-time before. Your thoughts, your humour, your persona, your character all these made me an ardent follower of yours. Any talk with you gave me peace in my heart and smile on my face. Yes !! I know everyone praises you this way, but this is my “GOODBYE” letter, so I will also do.
    By now, a strong feeling for you had already taken place in my heart and you were very well aware of it.

    ….

    But time flew came a big and great decision for your life and harsh decision for me. You decided to fly abroad. It was good, it was great but the small child in my heart was unyielding to this decision that it should not take place. I tried to console myself, tried to make myself believe all the good things that may happen in the future, but the foolish heart was still in the mind frame of the present. And the reality was something very much known but not at all expected.
    By this time, you became my DBMS- database management system. 

    From beginning to end, almost all my secrets (except 2-3, that I told will tell you later), my regular routine, my friends, their secrets, my mood swings, my interests, almost everything was known to you. And it was all good. You know me, very well, even more than I know you. I trust you more than anyone else. What you gave me in my life; 

    ….

    I can’t even imagine even whether anyone else will be ever able to give me. You can’t even imagine that you made me a person of heart, vulnerable to emotions, people’s feelings. But as they say, a special person deserves special things, If ever I was in that state that for me anything would have been possible, you can’t even imagine what all you would have received, just for Being “YOURSELF”.

    …..


    The last days, when you remained busy with packing and stuff, I got a bit numb. I was not crying but neither I was laughing. I tried to live a normal-like, but something in my heart was aching. Whatever you call it, this was my condition. Day by day thinking about you my stubbornness was getting lesser and lesser. I was becoming vulnerable to breaking down at each and every small things or feeling. It was for the 1st time that my eyes got wet at any emotional thing. Any thought of yours made me emotional. Even while writing this it was like I was holding my tears back in my eyes. 

    I avoided staying alone as then the only thing that came was missing you, I always tried to be in a company of 2-3 people. But somehow I was not even able to tell the best of the people’s in my life that what I was feeling and for whom I was feeling. As they say, certain special things are always kept as SECRET, and you know what my SECRET is “YOU”. I don’t know what you have done to me, but believe me, this is the best of me which you have brought of me. A person, a unique sample like you is someone I have never met and after you even I don’t want to meet.

    Finally, in a day or two, whenever you will read this, you will be gone. But you know what will remain.
    It’s the memories, “MEMORIES” The smallest talk for seconds that I had talked with you will remain forever. The long hours of conversation with you will be felt. The comments passed by you will be missed, The time spent with you will be craved. Your laugh, your thoughts, your nature, your character will be remembered. And more importantly, it’s “You” who will be missed more.

    ….


    After this, For whom the short lines, will be written?
    For whom the small poems will be crafted? For whom letters of short stories will be written? Who will have that persona, who can make my eyes wet while writing an “A goodbye letter”?
    I don’t think anybody will.
    Relations based on name splits when the name is withdrawn from them, but the relations based on feelings and respect stays forever with the person irrespective of time and age, they arouse from the soul and stay there forever.
    Whatever in future turns out between us I don’t know and neither you do, 
    But as you said the other day, “There can be no one better than you”.I will agree to it today. There can be no one better than YOU.

    Keep Smiling, You Will be Missed

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    He and She —- Nikhil and Tanya & Questions Unanswered | Life Blog

    We crave for the special one in our life with whom we would have had made our life better and we regret not having that special one. But is it that those who are in a relationship with the someone, whom once they thought is their love are happy and have had the best feel of life and it continues till the end? There are times when people having this bliss cannot take it to a long term commitment. It’s not that their love falls apart or their feeling changes or even they regret of choosing the wrong person. Many times it continues in the desired way but never ends the same way it had begun.  Call it destiny, luck, karma or something unknown but sometimes it never ends the way we want it.


    I met Nikhil and Tanya and realized how cute a love can be, and also what we cannot do something even when everything is good between the two.
    They were odd, they were totally different, and that’s why I think they were together. As the old age, the scientific rule goes “opposites attract”.

    …..

    I knew him from college days, a smile is what defined him. I didn’t know her, but whenever I met her I found her looks and voice was what defined her. Nikhil and Tanya met in B. School, where both of them went to have fun, enjoyment and so-called studies too. Nikhil went there after 4 years of unproductive and unfruitful B.Tech, where the only great thing he did was a break up with a 3-year-old relationship. Tanya, on the other hand, came after completing B.B.A, where she only studied. Both came from different family backgrounds and cultures which had their own restrictions and own limitations.


    The first day when they faced each other, he found her beautiful and charming and she didn’t realize who he was.


    Days began and so began talks. He found her more and more interesting day by day but she didn’t felt the same. Time went on and days passed, they began to know each other better. He began to move towards her whenever possible; entering her group or talking to her wherever she is alone. There is no reason or proof or explanation of why people can fall for each other, and that’s why love is defined in many ways, but it always means the same.

    ….

    Everyday activity turns into a habit, habit leads to addiction. And that was happening in his case too. She was becoming his addiction. He felt good day by day with her and his soul smiled seeing her, which was reflected on his face too. He began to know her better as they became friends and so did he began to love her. Even the entire college noticed his inclination towards her but Tanya was reluctant to even give a thought to the thing that was happening. She had her own reasons for it. But it didn’t take long for him to go to her and tell her what both of them already knew. 

    It sometimes makes the other person feel special when words are used to convey feelings along with expressions and emotions. It adds to the feeling of love. But in this case, Tanya was not ready to feel such feeling. It was neither her mistake nor did his, but she hailed from such a culture where the thought of loving or going ahead in life with someone other than her caste was a total NO. With the incidents that went in her life or family, she was pretty much sure of what will go in the future and she was ready to accept it.

    ….


    By the passing of 1st year, they got extremely close irrespective of her resistance of not moving towards her. Love has its own way of flowing and luckily no restrictions can block its flow. If it has to, it will. They were very much together from there soul, but in this outer world, they were single Not at all committed. The commitment was only a term they avoided in public. But each and everyone around them knew what they were, from the vibes of love which used to get created when both of them used to be together. Many times, Love just happens, irrespective of knowing it will lead nowhere, it actually takes place somewhere and that place is HEART. They blossomed together with time.

    They were like two parts of a single beautiful locket, which looks good only when both parts are joined together. She talked like an idiot box and he was always the audience who listened to this idiot box, even when others got bored. Because he never got bored hearing her, never. It was at the beginning of his feeling for her that was hard and harsh for Nikhil to even live at a distance away or even think a future without Tanya. But with time this torture of thought was transferred from him to her. She is a sheer feeling of emotions once said, “First it was difficult for you to leave me and now it is getting impossible for me to leave you”.

    ….


     He loved her. His life was described by her name. In some form, in some way, he didn’t really know how and why, but he did. He did love her. Every day and at every point of time. That consistency was what made his love different. He cared for her happiness. He remorse her sadness. He felt the very smile she smiled. He actually did. He was unaware of what all needs to be taken care of if you are in love.

    He was unaware of all the rules and regulations to achieve love. But neither he needed to be aware of all that. He felt good to love her and all that was what mattered. There are people who deserve everything in this world. They owe happiness in this world and you are the person, who brings them their desires. They don’t need to have the oblige by asking anything from you, they just need to state and you deliver irrespective of thinking how you are related to them, just with the aim of seeing them happy. Tanya was this to Nikhil.

    ….


    We see in relationships, attitude, ego, inferiority complex and many other issues between two people, which in the beginning are ignored when the feeling is at liking stage, but with time they spoil the relations and then there was this couple who fought, had arguments, and issues too but their love overpowered every other issue. They prioritized each other over those issues, even knowing that this won’t continue till the end. That too was what made their love -DIFFERENT


    Two years were coming to an end, and the intensity of feelings between them was growing day by day. They loved the feeling of love. Colleges ended. Their meetings got rare, as both got busy with their jobs but it got compensated with the night talks, to discuss their day’s activities and their life continued the same way. It has been a year more after college got over. They are still were good with each other. No issues, just love.

    ….


    But they don’t talk to each other anymore. They have stopped discussing their day to day activities with their night talks. Even for any important work, they avoid calling each other. They didn’t fight, neither any other issues with each other but still they just stopped interaction with each other. They realized the time or the phase which they wanted should never exist actually has arrived.

    The age of getting married was what arrived and so their respective families have started searching for a suitable partner for them. They would have continued talking or being in contact but it would have hurt them more leaving each other at the last moment, so they began to prepare themselves a life without each other. Both are living their professional life and spending the result of the time with their own self and their friends.

    ….


    I met Nikhil some days back and found he was smiling, as usual, he used to. I had talk to Tanya and she is still the same chirpy talking idiot box. You never realize or mostly they never make you realize what all are they going through. I think that’s what at-least their love has taught them. To Accept
    Nothing went wrong between them. Then why? Why did this happen to them? Why two pure souls, made for each other still never lived with each other? Why love is not sufficient for two persons to be together? Why people don’t understand that in this selfish world, where it is nearly impossible to move our attention from ourselves, and yet we find people who shed their soul out for ourselves?


    Sometimes, we avoid that love under friendship and sometimes under lack of emotions, but even after we accept it, sometimes it’s the fate which comes into the picture.


    I don’t deny the fate, destiny or karma or luck, but still, I prefer true feelings of love ahead of them.  Two pure souls being together is the epitome of life and happiness. Nothing comes ahead of it.
    In life, irrespective of all the hurting, the aches, the problems, the pity issues, love was, love is and will always be bliss.


    Love should not end the way it is destined to be instead it should move the way it is meant to be. Their love story ended but ending their love was something not possible. Love Bestowed them with Love, Life bestowed them with FATE. They were made to love each other, though they were not made for each other.

    …..



    They were so very different just to be same in that way and so was their LOVE….                                                                  ——-@ Ramta Jogi

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