The gift

Let us start Feb 14th celebrations. As a piece of mine, I want to write a small story everyday (not exactly) till 14th. Some of these stories are real and some are not. Unfortunately, most of the stories end with a heartrending break up. Today’s story is one that sort.

14th Feb, 200X.
The two met and wished each other “happy valentine’s day!” No one knew what their relation was. Suspect yeh hai ki, even they didn’t know what they were. Friends? Or Lovers? She never thought someone would love her till the day she was introduced to him by a close friend. As she expected, he brought a small gift for her. She was happier than ever to confirm her suspect. She took it and said “thanks so much” with her heartiest smile of shy. He was looking into her eyes and she couldn’t.

She was tensed as if it was her chemistry exam and felt everyone around was observing her. She handed him the gift to hold and said that she would take it while leaving. After sometime, she left for the work without taking the gift. He was disappointed by her behavior. What a stupid she was? If she didn’t like him, why did she take the gift first? And why did she give it back?

After a few days, when they got closer than before, she asked him about the gift. He said that he had thrown that in dustbin, reasoning her atypical behavior. She asked him to tell at least what that gift was. He never said. After few more days, she asked him again about that gift. Then he said that he had given that to someone else.

Before long, they became good friends (Lovers?). They had given a shoulder to each other and fought sometimes too. They were parted and had gone in different pathways.

She asked him again about that gift when they met. He said that it was with him, but he misplaced it. Even knowing everything, she didn’t stop asking him about the gift whenever they met and he didn’t stop giving reasons.

She asked herself, why the hell she didn’t take the gift when she should. And why she was after that when everything was over? She whispered to herself that she told him when she was about to leave and waited for few minutes expecting that he would give that gift back. She left as she was nervous to ask him the gift.

She wanted to know what that gift was, as it was given on a special day by a special person of her life, the one who taught her many things or rather who had been a co-learner on the training grounds of life. He used to say, “When you love someone, tell them. It doesn’t make you lesser. Let your heart be completely filled with love; keep no place for ego, jealous, and anything else on the earth”

She loved him, might not as much as he loved her. But he never believed. They broke up their doubtful relation (love) as they thought they weren’t for each other. They strengthened their intact link (friendship) and moved on. But she kept on asking him about the gift

I love my dad because..

my dad is fun,

my dad has got brains,

my dad is pin point accurate.

but most of all..

i love my dad because he is my best friend.

Happy birthday nanna!

What can i gift you, when i owe you my life??

Beware!

so frank that one never minds a bit of other's feelings, honest to reveal one's crooked thinking,
can be good for everything except you,
can act like a hen laying eggs but never lays one,
shows you off to make you wonder all your life,
can drug you to love the hell, one pulls you in,
shows you loads of love and care, which one never really have,
embraces not to cuddle you up but to cease your freedom,
to define your limits,
to end your life.
The lovelight, you see in one's eyes is delusion.

does God exist?

When someone asked me this question, i was in dilemma whether to say yes or no. I thought if i say NO and God doesn't exist , I'll be right.. But what if God exists and He hears me saying that I don't believe in Him? He feels bad.. who knows what he blesses (curses?) me with? I decided to say YES.

Do ghosts exist?
another perplex question. This time, I said NO. If they don't exist, I'll look brave to others. If they, I am sure, God also exists. So as i said i believe in Him, sure he'll save me.

Good logic! Isn't it?

heart that aches and bleeds

got this phrase from Mr. Mulliner speaking by P.G. Wodehouse. Reading that, my heart leapt as if, it met its old friend who agrees with it or who has the same opinion as it has.

Few days back, I asked my friends " why do we feel pain in the heart when we get hurt? " Most of them laughed at me saying " Go and get a check up.. probably u might have a heart problem. " Ofcourse, few gave me reasonable reasons and One is.. "It's not exactly the heart that aches. For some people it may be the brain. Depends on the person. If the person thinks his soul rests in the heart, the heart aches. if it is the brain, the brain aches. It is actually the soul that gets hurt and so you feel someone crumpling the container."

What do u say??

after all, a girl is a girl

I didn't want to go out, but i couldn't refuse, I was meeting them after a very long time and i truly want to spend time with them but not outside. They planned for a movie, Thank god. it was cancelled. So they changed the plan to Godavari Road cum Rail Bridge. What could i do? I told my mother, that i was going out with them, She looked at me for a moment. I could see everything, she didn't say, but she wanted to. She didn't want me to go but she said "Go, but come early". I tried to tell her something, but stopped. I changed my dress(her fav. dress) to cool her.
It was not the same feeling, i usually get when i am there at river. I was tensed abt my mother. I didn't hear many of the things they said. I was lost at home. Every moment, I was reminded of my mother's fear for sending me with 4 boys. It was 8.00pm. But none of them were concerned abt me. That was all because of me. I never behaved like a girl. Sasi gave me the title "MAN in WOMEN" and I was proud of that. Stupid me. I wanted to go home and hug my mother before she calls me. At around 8.15pm, one of the four told me to go and it was very late. Thanks. Atleast one remembered me. I dropped my friend at kkd bus stop, which is near to my house.
Atlast, I was going home. but I lost my way in the dark streets. some boys were shouting as they were mad. I thought of calling my dad. i felt It was silly. I found one landmark-women's college, but i didn't know which side is that. Finally i called my dad, He & sandhya were coming from the hospital. My father gave me some directions and he came. I was back to home by 9.20pm. Mom was lying on sofa. I hugged her to know the status. She just pushed me away. I thought, It was not better to disturb her. My sister was also angry with me. Next day, I expected my mother wouldn't talk with me. but she was normal. That day i was leaving for hostel. I went into kitchen to say her "bye". She hugged and told me two things..
1. not to do friendship with boys
2. not to roam outside

reasonable reason

The wild wind of feelings made me to write this. This wind has no direction. No.. it has, but many. I am going with this wind wherever it takes me. This wind has many colors.. agony, love, hatred, pain and tears. I can't keep this storm of feelings anymore within me. I will blow out soon. I shall prepare to stand it. In this process, I may hurt others who are very dearer to me, and i often hurt myself. This self punishment bruises the heart. I was racking my brain for a long time to know you in vain. But this needs an end. I can't put you out of my heart and i can't even be quiet without breaking the ice. One day i will go so far from you and you will be searching for the exact moment that made us apart.