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 4th 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.
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.
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
“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… :-) :-)
“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.
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