Imbalance

She says...
--I pampered you so much that you forgot that i too need your attention. For everyone outside, our love looks perfectly pretty. but it's me who feel- it is one sided and you employed me for the pampering job. If not always, atleast once in a while, i too want to feel the way, a boy treats his girl friend. Everyone says, "In love, you don't have rights to ask, you just give." If that is the case, please, don't question me, if unknowingly i show that impact on the way i treat you. Of course i'll never do that. You are my weakness and you are my strength. Believe me, I love you.

Tell him

She wrote in her diary
--Someone go and tell him to hurt me more and more as he always does so that i'll stop being crazy about him

lite

“Lite teesko. Ivanni lite”
If I say, “it’s ok” it’s not actually ok. It is “It’s ok” because it’s you.

“I didn’t expect that you would take it lite”
I didn’t take it lite. But I don’t want to cling on. Thus it is “it’s ok”.

T-dodo is on strike

Four dodos N-dodo, P-dodo, R-dodo and T-dodo happened to be friends. T-dodo works in 215 and the rest in 106. T-dodo meets them at canteen for tea break and lunch break. P-dodo is not talking with T-dodo, as she didn't receive his call when she was in bus. T-dodo sensed that her presence or absence doesn't make any difference for her mates. Many times, either R-dodo and P-dodo will talk about not-to-be-asked matters or R-dodo and N-dodo will talk about their never-ending monumental project. T-dodo is feeling completely different for their behavior. You know what T-dodo is going to do? She won't go for tea with them and will give a miss call to R-dodo. If they want to come with, they will come. T-dodo is happy alone.

T-dodo doesn't need importance but she can't bear ignorance.

pyaar ka sara

Hum ko hogayi hain mohabbat,
par unhe kaise batayein.
batana hain chahat ko,
chahat se kaise batayein.
voh samne aye to lab sil jaaye..
voh door jaaye to ankhein bheeg jaaye.
batana hain haal-e-dil..
par hain bas ek mushkhil..
dar hain kahi..
toot na jaaye.. yeh dil
choot na jaaye.. yeh ehsaas
bikhar na jaaye..yeh armaan
reh na jaaye.. tanhayee..
yeh dard meetha sa
hain ek anookha ehsaas
tumse milkar mila
hain na koi gila.. hain na koi shikwa..
tum hume chaho.. na chaho..
hum tume chahenge,
jab tak phool khushbu se mila hain.

Happy Valentine's day.

My dear friend vichika wrote this lovely piece.
I liked it very much and so copied from her diary.

Does it need a title?

I am sorry; I couldn't post the stories as I promised. Someone (somehow) deleted my second story and I myself deleted the third one, as I think, I didn't present it, as it should be.

Important Notice: I have gone mad and I could hardly write anything. So don't believe everything I say, when I am mentally ill. Use your brains.

I thought of writing a story but I also thought it is better if I keep shut than to mis-present the sensitive stories. Also I have so many things inside me. If I don't keep them out, they will die out. So here is the flow of thought.

I read "Love Story" by Eric Segal. Simple and Superb. Too far from that of Shitty Sheldon's idiotic plots, vulgar details of love making, and unbearable slang (Do you think he deserves more??). I am saying this, in spite of the fact that I read much of that crap.

"Love Story" is pretty decent. I enjoyed the playful conversations between Oliver and Jenny. They are not just fun, they always made me to throw myself into one of those two characters. I matched myself with Oliver, not-so-grown-up character. Going in with Oliver, I liked Jenny, and her way of irritating/looking in me, I mean Oliver. She is damn impressive. I think, I should have read this very early. Don't ask me, if this book has influenced me. May be it has.

One of those conversations made this stir in my mind.
How we can love one, without letting that one to see through our imperfection? When we know; we cannot act for all our life, why do we mask our little flaws? Do we fear of missing that one, who can't accept what we are? Certainly, it is a breakdown for the one inside, if our love can see the negative side, which we carefully conceal. Still, it's sweet as love comes along. If not, what good love is for?

When I say -I am in love with someone, what do I mean? Is that just I like him? (Plainly, I like many others) Or is that I cannot live without him? (If I meant this, I am a big liar. I can live, until I can). Or is that I can take care of him if he lets me to? (But it's always mutual, I believe. Love stands in reciprocation. I can love him, but I can never beg for his love) Then why do I say- I love him?? So If I have said- I am in love with anyone, I would like to take my words back. I don't love anyone. I don't.

Now you believe I am crazy. Don't you?

Alas

I lost my post.