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The innocence of Love | Short Story-1
The innocence of Love | Short Story-1
A boy and girl met in school and fell for each other. Love began along with began problems and finally, they met against all odds and all were happy endings.
4 friends, a school life, break-ups and patch-ups, smoking, drinking, creating a mess, solving it and again all ends with a happy note i.e. a long term girlfriend, a degree and also a job in an MNC. But not every story begins there and ends with a happy note. At least it wasn’t mine for sure. Life was best for me even before I tasted life at school. It was not only best I can say it was great. I even term them as the best days of my life
“We are here to learn and live, we are here to love and forgive, And in this life, we have days when we laugh and 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 my life”
These days gave me friends to rely upon, principles to follow in the life ahead, people whom I can respect in the true sense and also love “A true love” to remember and to miss. Life was as good to me as it was to other with a very average childhood my life began but was it my fate or my dad’s hard work that my life blossomed with age. As time progressed, progressed my age and life too.
I was enrolled in 1 of the best schools of times. And as I crossed my secondary section I was made to change to another school especially for pursuing the science field there (I regret the field still). Oh! I still didn’t mention you about myself it’s me Abhi, Abhisekh Joshi. A 5”5’ tall(tall-just to make myself feel happy), fair looks (a bit fair) average physique, though I think every day to join the gym all efforts go in vain. And yes that’s all. Apart from this, the only thing that can draw your attention towards me is my talkativeness as well as my sense of humour (which I consider good)
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Jan 2012 After getting bored totally by sitting, shemal came to my place.“hey Abhi, I finally had a break up” Shemal saidWhat? Why? I asked shockinglyYeah. Don’t overreact. She was not girlfriend material, and after 2 months I realized that. So finally we are separated.“I actually thought you loved her”- I said yeah, I did. But now I don’t love her, and I am so frustrated with all the relationship issue, that I really don’t want to mess up myself again entering into it for some time. Stating this shemal left from my place but not from my mind.
“What was that he actually told me? How come the definition to love has changed so much? Why all relationships are stated to be in love when actually there is not even a bit of love included in it?Love is only considered when you both are into a relationship?Why?”
As soon as I typed these statements on my blog, I was lost in my past, not the 1st time, I many time miss my past, but this time It was somewhat serious, I was crying suddenly.I stood up and opened my drawer to grab the photo album of school days; I opened it and was turning the pictures from one to the other, and suddenly stopped onto one of the images. The image of me and Anamika standing side by side and smiling; for the next ten minutes I was staring that image and suddenly I witnessed my eyes were wet. Yes, tears began to drop from my eyes.….
I kept the album back in my drawer and went to my bed. Tried sleeping for more than an hour, I failed. It’s not that I feel like this every day, but neither do I hear about love and breakups every day too. I don’t miss her any more, or at least I try to do that. But whenever I hear about love being misunderstood or misinterpreted; I miss her.
More than her I miss the love without any relation which we shared. Or what love actually should be. I was slowly going into my life 5 years ago, my life of joy, my life of true happiness, my life of love, my life with Anamika and also my life of separation, my life of ignorance, and into the life without my life.
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The Love- A short sweet saga | English Poetry
The Love- A short sweet saga | English Poetry
“ Love a single word,
All have heard
Difficult to understand,Hard to withstand
Entered my life, in the form of you,Made my life a better view
The sadness, the aches,The sorrows, the pain
All Left me,
In no time span, life was filled with laughter and smiles It was you, who made it worthwhile
“Love defined in many ways, All end in the same
For me, it was just you, And for the rest of life it will remain the same.”@ramtajogi
The Love- A short sweet saga | English Poetry
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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,
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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.@ramtajogi
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Udaas | Hindi Poetry
Udaas | Hindi Poetry
Aaj dil Udaas hai,Jane kya raaz hai,
Aankein nam hai,
Dil me Aas hai,
Hoto pe sabd nai,
Phir bhi sine me pyaas hai
Aaj dil udaas hai,
Koi mere bhi Log Apne the,
Kuch mere bhi hasin sapne the,
Koi apne paraye hue,
Kuch sapno ko vo bhula gaye
Is se dil ko laga ek aaghaat hai,
Aaj dil udaas hai
Vo apne aaj apni hi dniya mein kho gaye hai,
Vo sapne fir se sapno me jake soo gaye hai
Pehle ek dosti,ek pyaar tha,
Ek dussre ke undaar basta sansaar tha,
Aaj sabko fikr to bas apni bhuk, apni pyaas hai,
Aaj dil udaas hai
Aaj hum apne aap ko bhulaye hue se ho gaye hai,Khud ke hi sataye hue se ho gaye hai
Ab na to kisi se pyaar,
Na hi kisi ke dard ka koi ehsaas hai
Aaj dil udaas hai
Udaas | Hindi Poetry
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Ek Pagli Si Ladki | Hindi Poetry
Ek Pagli Si Ladki | Hindi Poetry
Vo Hasti hai, Hasati hai Apni Aakhon se Batiya ti hai, Ajeeb aadaton se apni, Hume pyaar karvati hai Mukh kholti hai apna jab bhi, To kuch Anokhi Baatein hi Sunati hai Umaar Beet Jay Sunte Sunte Use, Kuch Aisa mehsoos karvati hai
Ek pagli si ladki hai vo, Jo is Dil ko bada Lubhaati hai.Haath uske nazuk se,
Komal uske paanv hai
Makhmali se gaal uske,
Anokhe uske baal hai,
Dikhne ko to dikhti hai achi,
Par us se bhi kai zyada to vo itrati hai
Ek pagli si ladki hai vo, Jo is dil ko bada Lubhaati hai.Bachhon jesi Zid hai usme Badon jesi samajdhaari hai Rehti hai apni 3 sakhiyon ke beech Sabse pyaari usko vo yaari hai Jab bhi hoti hai sang unke Khushi se jhoom jaati hai
Ek pagli si ladki hai vo Jo is dil ko bada Lubhaati haiEk Alag si Masumiyat hai Ek Alag sa hai bhoolapan Khush hoti hai to karti Jag Roshan Dukh mein Roye Man hi Man Apne Ehsaason ko, Apne cheere pe nai laati hai
Ek Pagli si ladki hai vo Jo is dil ko bada Lubhaati haiKabhi kabhi roothti bhi hai vo, Kabhi kabhi jhunjhlati bhi hai Gussa karti hai jab bhi, Awaaz aur surat uski aur pyaari ban jaati hai Mein manata hu jab bhi usse, To aur gussa ho jati hai Kuch der Tadpa ti hai, Kuch der Tarsa ti hai Fir apne aap haske maan bhi jaati hai
Ek pagli si ladki hai vo Jo is dil ko bada Lubhaati hai.Milti hai jab bhi mujhse , Saare gum bhula deti hai Zindagi mein khush rehne ki, Ek nayi vajah deti hai Pyaar to jyada nai hai mujhse, Par thoda bahot apnapan jata deti hai
Ek pagli si ladki hai vo Jo is dil ko bada Lubhaati hai.Us pagli ko hasana acha lagta hai Uske dukh bhulana acha lagta hai Umar bit jay sang uske, Vo sapna suhaana lagta hai Par jab bhi karta hu sang jeene ki baat, To sidhe inakaar kar deti hai Kehti hai,Waqt nai hai, Haalat nai hai Mere dil mein abhi vo jasbaaat nai hai Samjata hu us pagli ko, Rukh ja kuch pal aur Waqt ho, Nasseb ho ya fir ho koi apni soch, Sab badalti hai zarur ek roz, Par meri baatein vo naadan samaj nai paati hai,
Ek pagli si ladki hai vo Jo is dil ko bada Lubhaati hai.
Jab nai hoti saath mere, Adhure se ho jate hai haalat mere,
Ek tanhaai chaa jati hai, Cheere pe ek mayusi si aa jati hai Yun to hai kai log jeene ke liye fir bhi, Uske bina Zindagi khali si ban jaati hai, Sab samajti bhi hai, Par khud ko samjaana nai chaahti hai
Ek Aisi vo paagli Ladki hai, Jo is dil ko bada Lubhaati hai
——— @ramta Jogi
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