Happy New Year 2013

Today being the last of 2012, I thanked all the people who entered in & went away from my life. Thanks to all of them, who are always there to support in any trouble in which I get into and try to help me out from that. Thanks to them, who made me cry, hurtd me becoz they were there to play their imp role in my life..so thanks I learnt something from you people too.

Thanks being the very small word for those special people, who are always there as a supporting system..friends, family & God. As now I am entering in 2013 leaving my past behind & carrying all those beautiful memories..I welcome this New Year with all prosperity & wish this year bring happiness n success in everyone’s life. Lucky & feel special to have new people in my life, they also accept me the way I am..& old ones got more special.
I wish this New Year 2013 bring a lot of happiness & we all be together forever.
Love & peace
Priyanka Chahande

I couldn't fall in love, Actually I was too busy with FRIENDSHIP

Relations…we make, we break and we live them. We treasure it with all our heart. Memories of each relation get piled up, day by day and we realize its importance when they are on the verge of ending.  We have given names for each relations..but they revolve around Love, Trust, Faith, Understanding & care. These relations have a magnetic touch, which hold tightly everything from both the ends…but sometimes it get loose and break because of ego, jealousy, betrayal and most important breaking of anyone’s trust. Let’s not talk about breaking any relation…but making!!

I met that person at Bookoholics. No it’s not a book cafe..nor a restaurant..neither a networking site..it’s a reader’s junction, where people share their small write ups..their stories..their art..art of writing. And on the same place I too had shared two short articles…my first experience with writing. This new passion of writing started with reading novel..reading blogs…and reading stories of bloggers on “Bookoholics” but the main reason behind this new passion was something else. Both my stories were based on a real conversations (though to which I gave a little fiction touch too) with a guy..whom I loved.  Both the stories liked by many readers…but getting praised by that person, who is behind this new experience..new passion in me..made me go mad that day…because he liked my work.

He was the 4^th one to comment on my short article…”Who is the writer??” he asked

I replied back “I am the writer..Priyanka Chahande..these people had made some mistake by not specifying my name” I tried to explain
When my second article got post on Bookoholics I guess they forgot to mention the writer’s name because of which he was enquiring about it. He replied back to me..and this time when I read, what he had commented all I was in a happy shock..smiling and blushing…because he appreciated my work.

“nice work…better than the last time…loved it…Priyanka…keep working…luv u” it was his comment

My eyes were open…I tried to open more my small eyes…and was re reading that comment…

“hey thanks dude..:) Means u read the last stry?? M in luv with ur blogs & stories..:)” I replied 

 Yes its “HE”!!
He is the reason behind my new experience and passion…and those two short stories were the result of that. It’s his blogs..his write ups..his stories which inspired me…introduce myself with a new fresh page &pen in my hand..to try this art of writing. I was in love with his blogs and his writing. I used to read all his blogs..rather than studying late night. Actually study, assignments were the excuses..to read his blogs. For me reading was enjoying the love stories..how writers have pen down each and every details…because I am a girl who gets mad over “love”..and not to act as a critic for every story I read.

So I thanked and started asking questions also..as I was very happy “he appreciated my work” . I was again at night reading his blogs..where he had shared many short stories more than 10 and after reading one I checked my articles and there was a new comment..he replied..

“And I am in love with you…Lets fall for each other :D season of love.”

Again I was amazed by his reply and was blushing, smiling and thinking what should I reply now…He replied in his flirty, charming way..now what!!

“Rainy season…season of love..if this cuming Sunday it rained..lets fall for each other:D” I replied So I also tried to be a little flirt with him..then we exchanged “smiley”…(these smiley are very important.)

After all this I tried to search on Facebook also but nothing came up. I so desperately wanted to talk about his write ups. Then one day on G-mail I got a chat invitation..and to my surprise it was from that very special person…with whom I wanted to talk a lot. And then from there all those conversations started.

He is 3 years younger than me..he is so passionate, ambitious and hardworking towards his dream. He is a loving guy and charming too…from the way of his talking. He is caring..but sometime gets irritated when things don’t work out in his manner…and will never show how much sad or upset he is…and the best thing is his heart..it’s too delicate &loving. For me he was “love@bookoholics” and I was “love@gtalk”..that way we used to call each other. Days passed with all beautiful and silly conversation we used have. His desire to achieve his dream was increasing day by day…and I was wishing it get fulfill as soon as possible..but every time he used to tell me..”it will take time.. :( ”…and I used to assure “it will… :-)”

His sad smiley always make me sad…so I always try to act silly to get that one smiling smiley…and whenever he used to give me that smiley..for assuring I always ask…”fake smile h ya real wali?”

To which he reply  ...”real wali.. :-) :-)”  and I used to get 2 smiley in return…sometimes 3-4 also. I always try to bring smile on his face..so one fine day I thought of gifting a book…”and then it rained..by Gaurav Dashputra” ..which he wanted to read. I ordered this book and gave his address and told that you will receive this book…as he got message on his cell phone about the order detail and all from that e-shop…that day he was so happy I could sense while we were talking..and he told me “ I love presents..  :-) thank you..thanks for the book”

After seeing smiley I was happy too…and replied.. “ :-) :-)”

“Atleast i am important to someone.... Mrko lga upar jaunga to koi rone wala hi nhi hoga” he said

And with this reply I shouted..”stop saying that..i don’t like when ppl talk abt dying..tk ur wrds back” 

“K…I will live…Live to infinity” he replied.

Then I said..”u r imprtnt for ur friends, bst pals, family too”

“frnds are family..we created..god has already created one family for us…the thing which matters is…the attachment and bond we created..like u n me.. :-)” he said

“I appreciated that bond and attachment..the relation we created between us..i’ll cherish it forever..and will never leave u” I replied 
that day I was again so happy…the relation which started was growing so beautifully..friendship..we all admire this relation…because ye apne aap he ban jate hai”. I was happy after listening that he also appreciate this relation…and that day I got my new friend. Earlier too he was my friend only..but with passing day he became dearer too…as a special friend.

“but me tumhe bhul jaunga” he said
“me irritate kar kar k tumhe apni yaad dialti rahungi” I saidI know he was happy and me too…then we exchanged smiley’s… :-) :-)

Don’t you think it sounds a little filmy type? Yes it is…because I myself can relate it one movie..”Wake up Sid”. Where Aisha met his new friend Sid..and how they come across new world of their own..their happiness in small small things..small fights too..but that brings them closer…what passion and liking they have and most importantly knowing what life is. That is movie..all of you know but this is reality…and here he taught me..about writing in his own way…made me introduce to me..a new girl in me..what passion & desire is..to achieve your dream..showed me a new path where I can also walk…for me he is like my guru (on which he always argue)..when it comes to writing because he take out my mistakes, tell me what is correct and what not..always say read and write till the time you don’t feel satisfied…and some time appreciate my work too.

Yes I have found a new friend…in my own world, whom I have not met but still I feel like..I know him. Its him…now I call him that way..”HIM”. And I like Him..when he smiles…whenever I tell him this thing…he says 

“line na maar”

“nh maar rhi hu yaar..already kitni line me h” I reply

To which he says..”nahi hai yaar..single he hu..scchii”

“m bhi scchii he keh rhi hu…smile karta h too aacha lagta h..be like dis nly” I told him

“ :-) :-)“ his reply

Then in the end we exchange some more smiley.

Will You be My Valentine?

"Where are you? I am waiting for you from last 20 minutes. On this day also..you will make me wait??” I enquired

“Patience baby…I am coming. And this day of your life I’ll make memorable for you.” He said

So I was waiting for him at CCD where he told me reach before 20 minutes..That is exact at 11AM. And now it’s been half an hour, I am looking at my watch and at entrance. The people around me also started staring at me..The weird and tension look of mine.

Then there he comes, in a very hustle bustle way and settles down in chair in front of me. I asked waiter for water, he drank and now breathing normally. He then kept on saying sorry for being late because of traffic and trying to make me smile. Though I was trying to look angry but his cute sorry saying face didn’t allowed my anger to stay for more time.

“I am sorry na baby..please maan jao” he said

“its ohk..(With a smiling face) “I said

“Now come with me, I am taking you somewhere..But that’s a surprise, so don’t ask where what and all” he said

He was already knowing my oblivious questions, which he don’t want to answer as he has planned surprised for me, still I asked him..

“But then why you called me here..we would have directly met their only?”  I asked

“baby..i have a surprise for you..You just come along with me…will you please ma’am?” he asked

“yes. I will” I said

Then we were on his bike towards his surprising destination with all those thoughts of what is going to happen? Though yesterday night only we confessed our feelings for each other and today on this auspicious day he has planned to propose me in his different way. So with all good thoughts smiling face after knowing everything I was heading towards destination, where he is taking me.

The weather was really nice..winter morning, sun was not shining that much but still had its effect which kept me feeling warm as I was sitting behind him on his bike..a cold breeze hit my face I closed my eyes and was feeling it over my face..my hairs were dancing to the tune of cold breeze..my white scarf was flowing in the air…I let my arms open allowing cold breeze and warm of sun to hug me…and then heard his voice..

“What you doing? We are on highway!!” he said

“I am in my dream land” I said

“People are watching us, stop doing that..put your hands down” he said with a please in his voice

“Let them watch” I said

“You are crazy” he said

“This you came to know very late” I said

And I again closed my eyes let my arms open and trying to listen what this cold breeze want to say. And after some time I opened my eyes and saw in the rear mirror of his bike…he was looking at me. We both were blushing.

Then we stop near the beach I got down from his bike and went near the water. He went to park his bike. I removed my sandal and let the cold water to touch my feet…and then I saw he was coming towards me. He was in his blue denim jeans with white shirt, red roses in his hand and wearing his cutest smile. And I was there in my white & blue silk chudidaar dress, white silver earnings in my ears, my metal bangles..my hairs were blowing in air..and with one hand I was trying to manage them.

He came near me and said..you are looking beautiful. Then the very next moment he was on his knees, gave those bunch of red roses he asked me…”Will you be my Valentine?”

As I heard this, I was on top of the world and was feeling so happy..and then I heard a ringing bell. That bell was ringing so loudly, it hit my eardrums and I felt irritating in between this magical moment. That sound was not allowing me to listen what he was saying and I felt it was telling me your time is over and now you can go. Then I tried to shift from my place and saw my mobile alarm was ringing and showing 6 O’ clock..telling me get up from your dream you have college.

I rubbed my eyes and was back to reality..I don’t know when I slept yesterday night, with books on my bed, assignment papers on floors..and realized, I have to submit them today. And I was smiling on my stupid dream, got up and started getting ready for college. And on my way to college, when I was in train, thought…

”somebody has said..early morning dreams do come true” so I have to wait..to answer that question
“Will you be my Valentine?”

Mixed feelings for you

20^th Oct’2012

10.15pm

Today is his birthday. At 12.00am I called him..

P: Happy birthday dear..!!

R: Thank you so much..and thanks for calling.

(The moment I wanted to say something else, his friends started singing the birthday song for him..they all were shouted at their high voice. So I was not able to say anything. He told me he will call me back, so I kept the phone down)

Night went away…morning came with blossom in its air. Again I had one more interview today..but today it was with his wishes. Till afternoon I was busy with interview and in travelling. I came home at 3.00pm and went to sleep..I was so tired.

At 3.00pm he was supposed to call me and tell me about the gift..which I gifted to him thanks to Internet, whether he liked it or not. As I worked on it for 1 month to make his b’day special and then I came to know about my new passion for writing.

R calling…3.30pm

P: hello

R: hello..you sleeping??
P: yes!!
R: ok..then I’ll call in the evening..u sleep.

P: ohkk..byee
R: byee

I understood he called me to tell about the gift. The gift I had planned for him..it was two articles. Articles on us..on our conversation..our short story..of “R” & “P”. Both the articles were related to telephonic conversation we had. He called me in the evening around 8 o’clock.

R calling…

(With a smile I picked his call)

P: hello..happy birthday..!!

R: thanks

P: so how’s your day? How did you celebrate your b’day?

R:  mine day was good and celebration got over at midnight only..now just a simple dinner with friends.

(I understood what celebration they had at midnight)

P: ohkk..
(so after a formal talk..eagerly I wanted to ask him how did you find my gift? Because I knew it he himself will never answer unless I ask..but he started with)

R: how’s your interview?

P: There was no interview..they took a test and they told us they will inform.

R: ohk..so how’s the test?

P: It was ok-ok types.

(Wanted to know about gift whether he liked it or not but he was keep on asking about other world’s story..irritating!!)

R: but why ok-ok?? You were not prepared for it?

P: ahh..!! leave this now..I’ll tell you the whole story about my interviews and test tomorrow..but for now you tell me why you called me in the afternoon?

(Without asking directly I asked him indirectly…because I made such an effort for him..at least he should review about it..or else say a thanks to me)

R: ya I called you because you only told me to call at 3.00pm

(Now he was really making me irritate. Yes I told him to call me around 3.00pm to tell me about the gift only)

P: ohh really!! Then something else also I told you. Now finally tell me how did you find my gift?

(Without wasting a single minute I only asked him..because I was waiting for his call only)

R: first thank you so much for the gift. I liked it very much. Such gift has nobody given to me I’ll take out the print of that short story and will keep with me.

P: (smiling and blushing) your welcome.

We talked for 1 hour almost. He made my day and I knowingly or unknowingly made his b’day special…which I wanted to. I am happy for both..yes he liked my gift very much and to know this part of me..that I can write also...because these articles were the very first one with which I started writing.

He then told me how the flow of story was…how he wanted to read and read more about us..our conversation. He told me..how he felt while he was reading..he wanted our story should never have an end..he told me he wanted our story to be like a book..and told me to write. He himself said..this gift  is very precious to me.

Birthdays are very special..!!

M badly Missing You..!!

13^th Oct 2012

11.40pm

Today was mine first interview on campus..first placement in mine college for Finance. Got up early in the morning as I have to reach early for mine one of presentation and then in afternoon I had interview. All set for it but still something was missing…something was making me nervous..something was making me incomplete and unprepared for interview…and it was your presence..your wishes..your motivation…it was you.It’s been 1 month you told me your decision..that I am your friend..more than friend but I can’t be your lover. I poured all my feelings that night over the phone in front of you but you don’t want me only. That night I felt 2 years of my presence in your life didn't made any difference? I still ask this question to myself…but no answer.
Mine interview went very well I got short-listed for the 2^nd round even mine presentation went well but still I was not happy…no joy was there in me. Because you were not with me….one month and we have talked to each other only twice. Busy day also couldn't keep me busy…your absence was all around…I was missing you. Today the whole day I was missing you..missed you a lot. Today’s day ended but there’s no end to my feeling…Missing You!!                
 I still cry for you..can’t hold back mine tears.I feel so lonely…there’s a better place than this Emptiness!!!

INSECURITY…….Is Killing My Relationships!!

INSECURITY…….Is Killing My Relationships!! By Priyanka Chahande

"Did you mean to say I am cheating on you? I am breaking your trust?” I asked

“Yes you are!! Then what was the reason behind that? What you were doing with that guy, yesterday evening?” He asked me

(Rather than asking, I should say he was shouting at me…without listening to me)

“Yes I was with him. He came to meet me because he wanted to discuss about his lost job, as he was so depressed…(in between he stopped me..and started shouting..)

“Why he wanted to discuss his job problems with you? Why?” he shouted

“Will you please stop shouting..please calm down. Today I came here to share with this with you only…(again in between he stopped me..)

“Why today? Why didn’t you told me yesterday night, when we were talking? What are you hiding from me? He asked me

“Yesterday night you were so happy, when you were talking about your new project. I didn’t want to spoil it. And for this only, to tell you..to share with you..I called you to meet me urgently” I tried to explain and to make him calm down.

“If you are so concern about my happiness then, why you went to meet him? He asked

“He called me day before yesterday and over the phone he was sounding so sad and dejected and then I told him to meet me..and tell me what’s the matter” I said

“Oh! You called him to meet!! Why? Why suddenly he became so important to you?” He asked

“You know sweetheart, he is my friend from school time and as a friend he is important…and” (he stopped me)

“If he is your friend and so important to you then, who am I? What am I doing here? Tell me” he asked

“Why are you talking like this? You too are important to me..you are eternal part of my life…my love…for me both relations are different..please listen to me…you are more important to me”

(I had tears in my eyes while saying this, I just felt, he will leave me….! Why it become so difficult to prove your love to “your love”)

“Yes, I am listening…say” he said

“No, you are not listening to me….you are not listening what my heart, my emotions, my each drop of tears are saying to you. Your temper had just closed ears of your heart…that heart, which is always ready to listen to me” I said

“Yes, I am angry with you. You called him to meet and you are telling me this after all this has happened…now why you need to tell me?” again he started shouting

“Sweetheart at that moment, whatever came to my mind I did. But there was no such thought of hiding anything from you” I told him

“Ok, but still my question to you is the same…why you met him? Why??” He shouted

“I told you the whole truth..why you are not believing me sweetheart? What is bothering you?” I asked him

“He is bothering me…your friend…I don’t like when he is around you, I don’t like when you care for him, I don’t like when you share your love with anyone..all these are bothering me. And now if you are so concern about him, you are free to leave me and if I am so important to you then, you leave him. Now you have to decide, whom you will choose…your love or your friendship”

He said and left me alone in the CCD to think, to take decision, to choose between love and friendship. I never tried to mix them. I was sitting there..with tears in my eyes, pain in my heart..i totally became numb.

I felt like my heart is going to break in parts. There is fight in between, who will have this heart love or friendship. For me, both I need..both my heart wants…my brain was not ready to answer anything…now alone my heart was there in between the fight of love and friendship.

I thought what came in between these two…my love and my friendship? Because of whom I am on this path where I need to choose between one? What it is? And that time my brain replied “it is Insecurity..which is killing both relations”

Yes it was insecurity…which came in between. Sometimes it is good…because of it you feel protected by someone, cared by someone but yes this insecurity sometimes turns into evil also..which will create fights..which will makes you apart from each other..which will leave you on a path buddle full of questions with no clue for a single answer…which will finally start killing your relations.

Journey from US to I….The Lonely World..

Journey from US to I….The Lonely World...By Priyanka Chahande

“People change, their priorities changes,

Wounds given by them take more time to heal,

Than the natural process of healing

You left me…the other half part of US....alone”

We both were seeing each other for one and half year, year of togetherness, blissful moments, sharing, days of sorrows, blossoms in spring, warmness in winter, season of summer, rains full of love. But then little by little it started to end. 

“For me it’s getting complicated to handle our relation with studies, you know this is our final year of graduation and exams are in a month. I have to concentrate on my studies. I have my carrier ahead. I am not in a position to balance both, I have to choose one.” he said.

“So does this means you want to break up” I asked softly with little fear and hesitation. 

(Lost in thoughts..thinking it is a dream , when I’ll open my eyes I’ll be wrapped around by his arms and will be listening to the music of his heart beats.)

 You left me and I was without you like flowers without its fragrance, life without soul. All I was feeling like…rains without its wetness, no dawn after dark nights, gloomy smiles, heart without its beats, stories without any emotions, birds chirping also started annoying. My world started coming to an end. I got mislaid in the puzzles of my life. Nothing seems appealing to me…because you were not there. 

You got busy with your studies but I still search you in between the pages of notes which we together got xeroxed, in college corridors in our classroom, my eyes look for your eyes which never stop staring at me, my ears are waiting to hear your voice when you used to shout my name on the terrace of your building. I still feel the absence of you when I walk alone on the same path, day & nights calling, messaging, that evening coffee without you tastes bitter..to me now. I found something is missing now…it’s you…the other half part of US.

I still remember the day, it was my birthday and how beautifully you had planned it with full of surprises…still fresh in my memories of US.

(Night prior to my birthday…at night around 11.45pm) 1^st October 2010

As usual we were talking to each other on phones about us, about boring lectures, about college festivals, about our other classmates and all. Then suddenly he said:

“I am missing you and I want to meet you”

“Right now? Are you gone mad? It’s too late. Anyways after 8 hours we are going to see each other” I said

“I want to see you..want to hug u and to give a goodnight kiss” he said

“it’s impossible. We will be meeting in the morning. Baby understand” I said

Then he said “I am coming at your place...meet me”

“No please, don’t come. It’s too late and if anybody saw you then what? You better stay at your place” I requested

In this whole argument 15minutes got over and clock struck 12.00 am. Over the phone some music started playing and he was singing the birthday song for me. On the other side of the phone I was continuously smiling and blushing. After he finished singing, I thanked him and he said come out in your balcony. I came in my balcony and saw him; there he was with balloons, cake near someone’s car. Then he lighted the candle and placed on the cake. He asked me to blow the candle & from my behalf he did. Once again he wished me and left the bunch of colorful balloons in the sky. And I was there on the 8th floor of my building looking at him..smiling, I had tears in my eyes…I said thanks to him. He was there for another 10minutes standing opposite to my building, we kept on looking at each other…he said goodnight waved a flying kiss and left. I was so happy that night.

In the morning another surprise was there for me. As I entered the college gate, from there to my class 5 people came and gave me one rose with a puzzle to reach and collect my small gifts. Then we went for movie and the evening he took me a restaurant, where another surprise was waiting for me. As we entered, one table was decorated with red roses for us in the middle of that restaurant and no lights were there..the whole place was enlighten by candles.

We sat there, then waiter came with a cake and the people in the restaurant with him started singing the birthday song for me. With him I cut the cake, everyone came and wished me and that’s how my day ended. I thanked him for everything, for making my birthday full of surprises; I had a memorable moment with him.

2months after broke up: 1^st October 2011

Today is same day after 1 year..my birthday but you are not with me. Whole night I was waiting for your call, your message. Whole night I was in my balcony thinking that you might come again with a surprise and I’ll have you back but you didn’t come. Early morning when I left for the college I thought of meeting you. But again in the whole campus my eyes were searching you and I found you nowhere. I received your message saying

“Wish you a very Happy Birthday..enjoy your beautiful day”

I was re reading that message and was expecting a call from you. I tried calling you but you kept your phone switched off. I tried everything, I asked your friends about you but nothing I came to know. Now my heart was aching, it was hurting me a lot..the love we had deep inside us also couldn’t save me..I was in pain, my heart too. I found myself all alone without you on Earth. I walked back to my place in a completely lost way and cried to myself at night..looking at each roses I got on my previous birthday. Each petal of those rose got dry, color got faint, no fragrance was there..you left me like those rose only. You was the only thing I thought about, dreamt about and talked about. I found my other half part when I met you. And now when you left me alone…I feel like something has been torn from Us.. I am no longer whole. I am incomplete without you.

That day I prayed to God give him all the happiness, successful carrier and a bright future ahead and please take my life…I can’t live alone.

All You Were Carrying was….a Fake Heart with Fake Identity!!

All You Were Carrying was….a Fake Heart with Fake Identity!! By Priyanka Chahande

What Identity you should carry, when you knock at the doors of a Girl’s heart??

KNOCK KNOCK..!!

Who are you? What do you want from me?,  the Questions a Girl’s heart was asking before allowing him to enter....

Standing at the entrance, there you were with your charming face, carrying lots of affection with beautiful smile you said: “I am a Boy’s heart. I am here in a search of heart- full of love, affection and care.”

Girl’s heart smiled and said: “why you are in search of another heart?”

Boy’s heart replied: “I am all alone and need lots of love and care. Will you help me to find out a match for me?”

Girl’s heart said: “that’s too difficult to find. You will find hearts with scratches, scars, broken and some fake one.”

Boy’s heart replied: “there nobody who is perfect, we make it perfect by accepting/correcting their faults/mistakes.”

Girl’s heart smiled and said: “Yes, I will help you.”

So with Boy’s heart, Girl’s heart started the journey in search of “that special caring heart”. 

Throughout the journey Boy’s heart faced many rejections, disappointment, all he was feeling like a loser. During this failure face, Girl’s heart was always there to care, to console, to motivate.

In this due course Girl’s heart got closer to Boy’s heart. He started realizing the love, care and affection which he was looking for, it was here in front of him only.

One day Boy’s heart said: “hey this journey has come to an end. My search for a heart is over. I got my match.”

Girl’s heart with a confused look was starting at him with a Question “who is that?”

Boy’s heart with his attractive smile said: “the heart which I am looking for, for whom I have traveled all around was in front of me. Yes, it’s you, your care and affection was all I wanted. Will you be my partner?”

Girl’s heart with tears of bliss in her eyes was standing in front of him with uttering not a single word. Immediately Boy’s heart hugged Girl’s heart and she whispered “yes” in his ears.

Both hearts were happy to find each other. They started spending more time with each other. Girl’s heart genuinely put across her true identity but whenever the Question of identity was asked to Boy’s heart by her, he never spoke, always used to avoid it. With this many other such beautiful moments they spend in a short span of time.

But one fine morning Girl’s heart found that Boy’s heart was not there. She started searching, she went to all those places where they used to meet, had an excellent time but Boy’s heart was nowhere. Girl’s heart was all shedding tears, tears and tears because she wasn’t able to find him anywhere.

Days passes…there was no news about Boy’s heart, where he has gone without telling her….leave behind her to shed tears.

Girl’s heart was asking many questions…who was he? What was his real identity? Whether he was real or fake? Whether his heart was real/fake or his identity? Does he was wearing the mask of charm, affection and care? Why he did this to me? Suddenly where he got disappeared?

All Questioned remained Unanswered…
Girl’s heart thought: “All you were carrying a fake heart with fake identity”
Now another knock at the door..scares me. I avoid replying back…who knows some other heart with a mask of falseness will give scars on my heart and just disappeared.

NIGHT CALL..

NIGHT CALL..

Can our love stories could as similar as Yash Raj’s romantic movies or fiction stories by our Indian authors like Durjoy Dutta, Ravindra Singh and many others? But I am sure there’s possibility that we must have thought once “can our love stories will be like this”? After falling in the deep sea of love you yourself start learning how to swim and crossing each level of it. It also leads us to day dreaming and we start smiling stupidly without much concerning where we are, just lost in our own world of thoughts.

Yash Raj’s movies in reality are somewhat impossible but some parts of fiction stories drive you to your memory land. It could be way of proposing or confessing your love, saying sorry, making your Valentine’s Day special or each single day when they meet.

I (P) started reading fiction stories in last year of my college and was in love with each story. It was the time when day and night was spending in reading these books instead of college syllabus. Each page of the book used to creates curiosity of what will be next and kept me reading continuously. Some parts of my stories are similar to these fiction books.

12.30AM to 1.30AM was the time for night calls..when everyone was sleeping and I used to be under my blanket having arguments over the phone. It was 12.15AM I was reading “Of course I love you” by Durjoy Dutta, my phone light started blinking and it showed R calling…

I disconnected the call and message him..

P: Still 15 mins r der..call at 12.30..

R: M feeling sleepy..dats y I called..pick up or else…Gudnight!!

(I thought he always has to give orders only and I have to follow them. But then only choice left is to follow his order and I didn’t wanted to sleep without talking to him. )

P: Ohk..den call..I don’t hav balance..

R: Me too..

P: Bt today is ur turn to call..

(No balance in the phone was every time issue for us and calling to each other was turn wise, so that night it saved me. I got up quickly from my bed, closed the book, turned off the light and was under the blanket.)

R calling…

(Smiling…alone at night & received his call)

P: Hello..hi..what you doing?

R: Hi…right now I am on a date?

P: So am I disturbing you?

R: Yes..!!

(He will never answer correctly for my formal questions. Still I ask because I know he expects those questions & I like the way he answers.)

P: Fine I don’t mind if you are on a date but this time is my so you better don’t share it with somebody else.

R: Oh really?

P: Yes!

(..and we both started laughing)

R: what you were doing?

P: As usual reading love story.

R: Boring..by the way what is the name of the book?

P: Of course I love you..till I find someone better.

R: Interesting name.

P: Interesting story.

R: I don’t want to listen.

P: I know..you are not interested.

R: Always nonsense things you kept on reading.

P: Excuse me..Its not nonsense..its love story. You Engineers will never know, because you don’t have brains only!

R: You Commerce people don’t have that’s why reading this nonsense stuff.

P: Hello..you Engineers don’t have brain..wastage of 4 years.

R: 4 years of full fun & adventure.

P: I know what fun & adventure you people have inside and outside world of Engineering.

R: You feeling sad, because you people don’t have fun & adventure in 3 years? Total wastage na?

P: We people do study and have fun also. And if you think it’s a wastage still we saved at least 1 year of our life.

R: Oh really? Remember “3 Idiots” & in that what professor has said “aasaan aur saral bhasha me chahiye too Atrs & Commerce College join karo”

P: Yaa…life is easy & simple only, people like you only make it difficult & call it a new invention or some stupid theory. And in “3 Idiots” how come Engineers become Doctors?

R: Because we are multi talented.

P: Hmmm..I know..rehne do!!

R: Somebody is feeling jealous.

P: No, am not.

R: Yes, you are.

(I was really getting angry because I was again losing this argument. So I thought I’ll start with our story only and argument will end automatically.)

P: Whatever! By the way the story which I am reading in that also boy is doing Engineering and girl is in Commerce College, so don’t you think our story is similar to that?

R: No, because it’s totally fiction.

P: Still real.

(I knew it he doesn’t have anything to say because the time I open the topic of our love story he just wanted to end it.)

R: I don’t think so. You need to sleep now, it’s too late. Tomorrow we both have college.

(The clock was showing 2.00 AM)

P: I know but first you answer me our story is similar to that know?

R: I don’t know. You sleep and let me sleep.

P: Who is stopping you?

R: You! Now keep the phone.

P: It’s you who called, so you keep the phone first.

R: Ok!! Good Night.

P: Good night but I am waiting for answer.

R: Sweet Dreams.

P: With you?
R: Now sleep..bye!

P: Bye.

(After keeping the phone down I kept on laughing on our conversation and slept nicely with sweet dreams.)

So this is how another night call with argument ended with stupid smile on my face.

Call Disconnected..!

It was another beautiful holiday which I (P) got in the middle of the week because of Janmashtmi. Got up late, enjoying my day without any work load but still something was interrupting me somewhere in the corner of my mind and heart. This time both were on the same path.

And that something was his absences, conversation with him, argument with him, all I was wishing since morning was once he should call, I wanted to hear his voice, his way of teasing. Just one call from him will make my day.

My whole morning and afternoon went in waiting. Evening was making me to call him but I can’t. (After the last argument it was he supposed to call and this was stopping me to call him.) All I was doing was checking my cell phone every 5 minutes. (It was on silent purposely)

Another thought struck me that he will not call and all I did was not to think about him, made myself busy doing some college work. Then what I felt was my cell phone was vibrating and it shows...

R calling…

(That call made my whole day, I was smiling and was very happy but couldn’t picked up the call)

I disconnect the call..& message him.

P: papa ghar pe hai..isliye phn nh utha sakti…wht happn..??

R: I called you to say sorry, last few days I was not good with you. Please forgive me.

( I was shocked..suddenly what happened to R??Anything serious? I wanted to pick his call..as I was waiting whole day for his call that day but couldn’t )

P: Plz don’t say sry dear...its okk…I understand its jst a mood swing…plz sry mat bolo..luv u..tk care.

( the time I say “luv u” he gets angry…don’t know why? )

R: Plx don’t txt me dat again.

P: whch txt??

R: luv wala

P: Pahele promise karo ki tum sry nh bologe..

R: Tu vo txt dobara nh karegi den I’ll promise.

P: ye too emotional blackmailing hui!!

R: Promise me you will never txt that again.

P: Bt I luv u and dats y I say..bcoz at d end I don’t wnt to regret abt it..bt for u I’ll promise..I’ll nvr txt dat…nw happy??

R: Dats ws nt for me it’s for u.

P: Wht’s for me??

R: Evrything is for u.

P: it means..U also..??

(He was supposed to call me and say sorry but the whole conversation turn into again our little fight about expressing my love for him through words, which he never believe and accept. But I like when we fight or argument and started smiling looking at my cell phone.)

R: I’ll nt msg u, tu khush rahe abhi.

P: Areyy agr tum baat nh karoge too me kaise khush rahungi??
    If u don’t rply bck me..I’ll strt cryng..!! (I started blackmailing him, which was of no use still)

(I was waiting for his reply. 5 minutes 10 minutes are over still no message. I gave a small ringon his cell phone to remind him that he needs to reply me back. But he always used to read my mind and makes me to think “Is He still has any feeling for me? And if yes why doesn’t he just accept and say yes to me?” Then my cell beeps and it shows 1New Msg – R..makes me smile again)

R: Nuatanki h tu.

P: Thank uu..:D
    I knw..i m..

So this is how my unexpected day or evening was. My whole day waiting brings a smile on my face. (We were having this conversation after almost two weeks.)

Our endless arguments on small-small things never used to end as we had nothing to talk but argue. And talking to each other after small intervals of weeks or sometimes a month because of some or the other argument we have.