Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Gn tc sd ;)

Every night she messages him goodnight.But does that mean she thinks of him every night?
For him, not even a single day can pass by without her thoughts....She was a special friend; or may be even more, but never did he get a chance to read her mind.And most of their conversations veered into random paths hardly ever touching the chord of his problem, or should I call it his malady?

Watching the sunset sitting alone on the promenade, all her memories came back.He can just pick up his phone and dial the one number he knows by heart.He never saved it, because he knew he would never forget it.He was sure that the warm greetings on the other side would melt his resolve and would make him a puppet in the hands of fate.Silence is beautiful, he always argued with himself.But sometimes it is frightening...
Just a few months back, he had lived through the best moments of his life and he could recall every second of it. The joyous evenings spent singing with her, the long walks along the lake...He always wished if only he had met her earlier; may be he would have had a better chance. And then another part of him told that when it comes to time, quality matters not the quantity.
On the last day, he saw her lugging her suitcases through the corridor.She was waving goodbye to her friends.She smiled at him and asked him to join her.He helped her with all her luggage and looking directly into her eyes asked her, "Will you miss me?".She smiled, winked and replied, "Every moment!"
If only he had replied, "I would miss you too, because you are my love, my life, my heart and my pulse!"

Sitting idle at the promenade he realized that all the choices he made in life mattered the least to him, but this choice was something he cannot postpone.He had to act.The loin was wrapped around thorns and only patience and skill can retrieve it.

Mantra had literally cast a spell on him.She was messaging but with care not love.She was kind and affectionate, not passionate.And all Arpit could think of was love and not friendship.

The story revolves around how Arpit deals with his malady called love.How does he rise in love?If and how he can get Mantra to reciprocate?
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Friday, October 19, 2012

It takes a day!


It takes a day-
A day to change your thoughts,
A day to enjoy life's best,
A day to cry over sorrows,
A day to forget the rest,
A day to laugh like a child,
A day to remember the best,
And a day- just a day to fall in love...
In love with all things around,
In love with people all around, 
In love with natural beauty abound,
And in love with life itself,
And still in love with yourself........ 


-Jyoty