• Ishq Kiya Hai?|Heart Touching Shayari | Hindi Video
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    Ishq Kiya Hai?|Heart Touching Shayari | Hindi Video

    Ishq Kiya Hai? | Heart Touching Shayari | Hindi Video


    Dil Tuta hai Kabhi? Dard Hota hai? Have you been in love?

    Have you been out of it? Did it change you?

    So what did you learn?

    Gulzar Ka Andaz, Akhtar ka ehsaas.

    This segment brings Shayari, ghazal quotes on love. We have lived a life of loving our family, friends and that special one.

    And then we have moved out of many such loving relations which have changed us and made us a different person.

    Nazm, Shayari and Ghazal are love couplets, Love quotes; the ones which remind us of our love, pain and past altogether.

    For your memories of love, life and pain, this is the best medicine. This video has heart touching Shayari and Nazm for you to feel.

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  • The Old School Love | Short Story 5
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    The Old School Love| Short Story 5


    The Old School Love | Short Story 5

    Adil: “Maybe you are the reality to my illusion. You define my existence by confessing those words which I can only express on paper.

    Aashna: Really!! Is it maybe or for sure?

    Adil: For sure. “Maybe” was just a hesitation, sort of doubting my own truth.

    Aashna: You need to do that.

    Adil: I know. I also hope that you know, my emotions for you are not temporary.

    Aashna: I know. And that is what scares me the most.

    Adil: Scares? It should be something for you to be proud of. You are the one who is being treated with this pious emotion.

    Aashna: Exactly!! I am the one you bestowed with this love and that’s what the reason of my fear. Emotions change, feelings vanish, grown-ups move on, time heals a man who loves.

    Adil: If you are so sure that time heals everything, then why it still scares you?

    ….

    Aashna: As I said, it heals a man who is in love, not a child. You are a lover of soul. You don’t act in love Adil, you react as your heart feels. Your love for me is no different than the laugh of a small child when you caress him taking in your arms. It is not necessary for the child to know you, but once he is comfortable in your arms, he trusts you as his own. He doesn’t doubt your intentions. That is your love. It is innocent, pious, true, pure and happy. It is unaffected of the worldly thoughts and explanations. And no one can even think of making that child cry. Neither can I.

    Aashna: You define the old school of love, which has already been changed and adulterated by people.

    Adil: So which love you believe in?

    Aashna: I live in society, where the schools have changed their syllabus. I belong to the new school of love. Here I wish to be loved by an old school romantic but altogether we fear of not hurting. him, if in case things don’t work out. And so we practically end up with the one whose emotions are not eternal and the one who accepts the thought that things change and we should move on with them …

    Adil: Maybe then I am left with two options. Either not having you or be ready to get hurt if things spoil in a longer run.

    I think, let me be happy by being with you, loving you and trying for you every day without any expectation of a response. And you feel happy thinking that a guy loves you the old school way. Let the water of river flow the way it is going on and let its direction be decided once it meets the ocean.

    That night, 8000 miles apart, both faces smiled seeing their phone screen.

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    The Box | Short Story

    The Box | Short Story

    The clock was about to strike noon. Every face had supposedly come with the same purpose in mind, and it is the first day, seemed supposedly motivated. The eyes of all focused on a common wall. As time passed by, the motivation diluted. Most people’s eyes stared at the wall blankly, and with utter disregard, their minds were lost in the thoughts of their favourite TV shows, favourite food and favourite superheroes. There were some who resisted the trains of their thoughts and focused on the primary reason why they were there.

    His eyes wandered. Sometimes he would see the light, then the fan and then came down towards those who sat around him. His eyes finally rested in the right corner of the room just next to the exit door. Even the one side view was good enough to bring a smile on his face.

    …..

    The birthmark beneath her nose complemented perfectly her face and the star-like shine in her eyes. The constant movement of her lips as if talking to herself, made him laugh. Almost as a tradition followed religiously by everyone there, she too was busy doodling something. Her hair was perfectly in place, with just a small strand of it coming on her face which she tucked behind her ear from time to time. Her dress was similar to other girls in the room but astonishingly suited her the most.

    She turned around casually and for him at that very moment, it all seemed right, altogether. Seeing him staring at her continuously she was at first taken aback. Wondering why the guy was doing so, she stared back at him changing her facial expression again and again. This didn’t stop him, instead, he looked at her with more curiosity. It seemed fun and he enjoyed doing it even more!

    …..

    In a room that was full of strangers, he made a sweet gesture by waving his hand and asking her to come near and take the seat next to him. She didn’t seem to be amused by his friendliness and looked away from him to concentrate on her doodling. Clueless, he started to stare at other people in the room, but again, his eyes went back to the same corner. A few minutes later, she turned her head towards him. Something was going on in her mind, she couldn’t help being inclined towards the only guy who seemed to care about her existence in the room. This time, she smiled back at him. As they say, a smile is contagious, hence both of them began to do the same.

    The distance between them didn’t allow them to hear what the other was saying. Their eyes did the talking, some questions were asked, and they were answered through some gestures which only they could understand. The smiles symbolized affirmation. Finally, the clock struck 1 PM. The bell rang, the lecture was over. The teacher left the room. The students of class 5th B opened their bags and with their lunch boxes rushed towards the playground to enjoy it with their friends. She stood from her place with her lunch box and went towards his seat. He unzipped his bag, took out some chocolates and offered them to her.

    ….

    “Lunch box?” she asked.

    “Parents are out of town. So no lunch box today” he replied.

    “No issues, you can share mine” said she.

    Both smiled and ate the food.

    Years passed, the students of 5th grade became adults and stayed together. He never brought his lunch box for all these years and his bag kept producing chocolates every day for her.

    May be the lunch box bonded them better than a cup of coffee could have!

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    Childhood | English Poetry

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    The Reminiscence of love |Short Story |Love

    The Reminiscence of love |Short Story |Love


    And there she was, dressed in an orange bridal suit. As elegant and composed as ever. There was a familiar smile on her face which kept him staring at her. The stage, whose beauty she enhanced, perfectly complimented her. The wedding ring on her finger, shining; reflected her happiness. He always had dreamt her this way. Back then, many times both of them even discussed how this very day, that meant so much to them will look like. Now, looking at the picture of her sitting on stage was mesmerizing. For him, it was as good as reality.

    Yes! She was engaged. Not with him though!!
    With whom? How? Why?

    May be these questions and the answers to the matter no more. They are insignificant now. She’s gone. She has left, leaving lots of memories behind for him, to live a happy and joyful marital life.

    They weren’t in a relationship. They were just together. Not for benefits, but just for the sake of giving time to their friendship, just to see if they can go beyond it, just to see if things can work out and if something can bind them together.

    But it didn’t. At some point, things came to a standstill. She moved on. She settled abroad. Years passed, their friendship moved through stages of crests and troughs. A couple of years later, she got committed to a smart guy whom she found suitable enough to spend the rest of her life with.

    The moment she told him about her commitment, it detached him from himself, creating a void in him. It made him realize that subconsciously, he was living just with hope. Hope for a better future. A hope where they can be together forever.

    His heart broke like the scattered raindrops which never come together. Even if these raindrops make an attempt to join, they actually flow downwards and fall apart. His heart was numb. Thoughtless, lifeless.

    Later, he thought to himself that maybe they weren’t destined to go this far. Maybe it was his fault. It was less of “him” in “them”. Maybe it was more of “feeling” the love than “expressing” it. Maybe he took it for granted rather than trying to make the love special. It made him feel guilty for whatever happened or for whatever could have happened but didn’t. It made him cry.

    But today things don’t matter anymore. She calls him to ask whether or not he is alright? She asks why they don’t talk the way they used to? Why doesn’t he behave the way he used to? Where is their friendship lost? Where is he lost? Why doesn’t he attend the functions of their common friends? She asks many questions. But as mentioned before, things don’t matter now. He hopes that in due course of time she will realize that such questions don’t have an impact on him anymore. They don’t need to be answered. They are self-explanatory.

    Soon she will understand that they have to live different lives with beautiful futures and a past which is better forgotten.

    She has to accept that between them it will never be the same again. He won’t blame her for the fact that their future won’t be the same as their past was but he has to move on. It will be tough, it will be hard but it has to be done.

    He also understands that this phase will be just for some time. Things will change and people will accept the past. The talks will become rare, and gradually, end and this end will be understood by both.

    Perhaps, in future they will be exchanging smiles once again. When they will meet somewhere, they might even exchange warm hugs as well. Occasional talks and laughing on the past will also be a part of future. But today, distancing is the most logical solution. 

    On his laptop, seeing her engagement picture on her profile makes him feel happy. He wishes the best for her. He has his life ahead and regretting about what he has lost doesn’t seem to be a fitting thing to do. But one fact will stay with him forever, the fact that unknowingly and definitely unwillingly, he lost her.

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    Love | English Poetry | Blog

    Love | English Poetry

    Love a single word,

                                     All have heard

    Difficult to understand,

                                     Hard to withstand

     Entered my life, in 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.”

    Love | English Poetry

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