We were travelling to Bangalore for my PG admission. It was a 32 hours journey. I was not at all feeling good as I was missing my friends and Mom. In the morning, I opened my eyes to find him smiling at me. He didn't let me feel homesick at all. All the while, he kept me engaged in his sweet conversation. There were our co-passengers staring at us, but we didn't feel bad at all. We even felt as if both of us had been already entwined into a family. Even, a friend of my mother was in our compartment. She talked to me and even enquired about him. I said that he is my friend. But, I didn't feel nervous at all because it was my parents who had sent us together....so, in one way it was authorised. :)
People sitting before us were labour type of people and were a total nuisance to the word, "hygiene". They were 4 middle aged single men and a couple with their 8-9 year old daughter. They went to the toilet bare-footed, smoked bidis on their seats itself. But, one thing about them made me give a cheerful smile.
My sweetheart was lying down on the seat with his head on my lap. These people kept staring at us for about 2 hours. For them, we were baby lovebirds which are very rare in sleeper coaches and interesting to watch at. They took their breakfast and chatted for a while among themselves. Then finally, the man with family lied down on his wife's lap while their daughter played around. Seeing this,my darling smiled and pointed at them. And then, at a time both of us spoke out. I said, "We are spreading love" and he blurted out, "Love is infectious". My heart leapt with joy when I felt that unknowingly we had filled love in the heart of the couple who were acting like bored unromantic people till then............
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Thursday, August 26, 2010
The lovely flowers.......
I looked at the drying flowers hanging over my bed since 6 months.Once they were bright yellow, soft and beautiful. Now, they are dry, dull-coloured.....but they are still beautiful in my eyes. Every dull thing appears beautiful if you have some fond memories attached to it.
It is a long bunch of flowers and I have no idea how to preserve them. All the flowers have dried but still, have not left the twig. I am going to shift to another place and I am in a dilemma on whether to throw away those dried flowers or to preserve them. If I have to preserve, then how???? This is the question..
Oh ! You must be getting anxious to know what made those dried flowers so special. They were absolutely not the best flowers in the world. They were just picked from a busy roadside tree. It was a very common tree, and there was nothing special about it.
We had planned a movie but could not get tickets for it. So, we entered another movie hall, only to get bored in just one hour. So, we decided to get away from there. He didn't have his bike that day due to some problem. So, we had a long road before us and I suggested him to walk all the way hand in hand. Just then, I pointed out to a tree beside the road. The tree was completely covered with flowers. In a wink of eye, he walked to the tree and plucked a bunch for me, leaving the people around staring at us. It was a brave act for him, stupid act for the people and a very sweet memory for me. I was so impressed and so happy that had he proposed me with those flowers, I would have hugged him infront of a staring crowd. Thank you my dear sweetheart........!!!
It is a long bunch of flowers and I have no idea how to preserve them. All the flowers have dried but still, have not left the twig. I am going to shift to another place and I am in a dilemma on whether to throw away those dried flowers or to preserve them. If I have to preserve, then how???? This is the question..
Oh ! You must be getting anxious to know what made those dried flowers so special. They were absolutely not the best flowers in the world. They were just picked from a busy roadside tree. It was a very common tree, and there was nothing special about it.
We had planned a movie but could not get tickets for it. So, we entered another movie hall, only to get bored in just one hour. So, we decided to get away from there. He didn't have his bike that day due to some problem. So, we had a long road before us and I suggested him to walk all the way hand in hand. Just then, I pointed out to a tree beside the road. The tree was completely covered with flowers. In a wink of eye, he walked to the tree and plucked a bunch for me, leaving the people around staring at us. It was a brave act for him, stupid act for the people and a very sweet memory for me. I was so impressed and so happy that had he proposed me with those flowers, I would have hugged him infront of a staring crowd. Thank you my dear sweetheart........!!!
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Very hectic & tiresome days......
14th August, 2010
I envy him. How can he do this much? How can anyone do this much? This is the uniqueness in him that I love a lot. He can never hurt or disappoint any person associated with him untill it is under his extreme control. He never loses aspeck of opportunity to satisfy his loved ones.
On Friday, he left for office with his luggage, and then directly to Kolkata railway station after office hours. He travelled 350 kms to his native place, just to meet his Dad. His Dad used to stay at their native and was supervising the construction of their house. After spending the night with his Dad there, he left for Bhubaneswar where they recently stayed. His Mom stayed alone in Bhubaneswar. Meanwhile, he kept talking to me over phone. He alighted from the train at a remote railway station close to my room. Then, together we travelled by an auto-rickshaw to the State Bank of India where he had some queries regarding a house loan that he had applied. After spending an hour in the bank, he accompanied me in some of my shopping. By that time, my friend joined me and thus, he left for his home. This happened at about 11:30.
In the evening, he came again to meetme at about 4:30 pm. We went shopping for some of my hostel needs. I was to take admission in a new college and hostel. We spent about 4 hours together.
On Sunday morning, he had to meet the income tax officer regarding some official work. After finishing those, he met me and spent half an hour with me. Then, he had lunch with his Mom. Again, in the afternoon, he reached my room at about 3:00 pm. We went for a long drive. I wanted to visit Puri temple before leaving Bhubaneswar which was 60 kms away. But, I didn't wish to say that to him. Ultimately, I had to blurt out the plans about Puri. Without saying a single word, he sped off as we had little time in hand. We visited the temple and returned immediately. Meanwhile, I sensed his discomfort due to waist pain. I was actually feeling so bad, so sorry and so guilty. But, he didn't let me feel so. He kept on talking, smiling and joking with me. Hats off to you, my dear !!!
Even after that, he had his train at 10:30 pm to return to Kolkata. By that time, he was actually too tired and sleepy. I had decided to give him company over phone till the arrival of his train. But actually what happened was that I slept off while still on the call. He didn't call me back and let me sleep.
I salute your way of handling things. U can be called a new species among human beings.
I envy him. How can he do this much? How can anyone do this much? This is the uniqueness in him that I love a lot. He can never hurt or disappoint any person associated with him untill it is under his extreme control. He never loses aspeck of opportunity to satisfy his loved ones.
On Friday, he left for office with his luggage, and then directly to Kolkata railway station after office hours. He travelled 350 kms to his native place, just to meet his Dad. His Dad used to stay at their native and was supervising the construction of their house. After spending the night with his Dad there, he left for Bhubaneswar where they recently stayed. His Mom stayed alone in Bhubaneswar. Meanwhile, he kept talking to me over phone. He alighted from the train at a remote railway station close to my room. Then, together we travelled by an auto-rickshaw to the State Bank of India where he had some queries regarding a house loan that he had applied. After spending an hour in the bank, he accompanied me in some of my shopping. By that time, my friend joined me and thus, he left for his home. This happened at about 11:30.
In the evening, he came again to meetme at about 4:30 pm. We went shopping for some of my hostel needs. I was to take admission in a new college and hostel. We spent about 4 hours together.
On Sunday morning, he had to meet the income tax officer regarding some official work. After finishing those, he met me and spent half an hour with me. Then, he had lunch with his Mom. Again, in the afternoon, he reached my room at about 3:00 pm. We went for a long drive. I wanted to visit Puri temple before leaving Bhubaneswar which was 60 kms away. But, I didn't wish to say that to him. Ultimately, I had to blurt out the plans about Puri. Without saying a single word, he sped off as we had little time in hand. We visited the temple and returned immediately. Meanwhile, I sensed his discomfort due to waist pain. I was actually feeling so bad, so sorry and so guilty. But, he didn't let me feel so. He kept on talking, smiling and joking with me. Hats off to you, my dear !!!
Even after that, he had his train at 10:30 pm to return to Kolkata. By that time, he was actually too tired and sleepy. I had decided to give him company over phone till the arrival of his train. But actually what happened was that I slept off while still on the call. He didn't call me back and let me sleep.
I salute your way of handling things. U can be called a new species among human beings.
Its my home....
He wanted me to spend a day or two with his parents. But, I was unwilling as I had never spent a night in anyone's home. And his home could be a whole new experience for me (as I could imagine). I was very uncomfortable but his Mom wished me to spend some time with her. Even I would have loved the same but I was not ready to stay overnight.
He kept on insisting, and I tried to justify myself, "Listen, I have never stayed overnight even at any of my relative's place. How can I stay there?" To my amazement, his enchanting reply came instantly to leave me with no more words. He said, " That is not your relative's home, that is ur home."
I was overwhelmed, and my mouth was ready to catch flies in it. :) Such is he !!! That's why I love him so much. Thanks dear........
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Flawless gift
I can speak out every personal thing before him, just as I would have shared with any girlfriend. I never imagined that I could be so comfortable with a guy. It is not as if he is somewhat motherly or fatherly...., he even teases me sometimes, but those are so casual and lovely that I never feel bad. He is damn so romantic, but more caring and perhaps, that is the reason that I can find all the qualities of a loving partner in him. So understanding, so responsible, yet so funny sometimes. Unique combination indeed !
I can say.....simply perfect for me...... I would have said...." Made for me" but that would sound so common and perhaps typical too..... So, I would say,..... He is perfect...... I am gratified to God for the gift He has gifted me... Nothing more did I expect from my dream partner........ He is flawless in my vision......... Thanks to God !!!!
I can say.....simply perfect for me...... I would have said...." Made for me" but that would sound so common and perhaps typical too..... So, I would say,..... He is perfect...... I am gratified to God for the gift He has gifted me... Nothing more did I expect from my dream partner........ He is flawless in my vision......... Thanks to God !!!!
Indifference is so difficult sometimes
All of you must have heard of anger? I am sure, all of you would want to be away from it. No one wants to be its victim. But yes, have you ever witnessed a quarrel? Some of you must have noticed it. But, very few of you must have sighted a quarrel among your loved ones or in your family. It’s very depressing to watch, especially if you are in your teens.
I am suffering under that intolerable mental torture. It might be easy to listen, but if you are a victim, I say, it just tears you apart. You can’t let it the way it is neither you can do anything to solve it. Moreover, if that happens very often, there is simply no word to describe your situation. Abuses flying all over and even objects flying in the air after missing their target. It feels you to be witnessing mini World War III.
One of my closest well-wishers advised me to consider the fighting people as sick. I tried to do that. But you know what; if someone is sick at your home, other people try to cope with the sickness. Or is it justified that even you fall in the same sickness to provide company. If two people are fighting, are both of them sick....at the same time? I don’t understand the funda behind this.
In these cases, it is very difficult to remain indifferent. Especially, if you know the reason of their fight and even know the remedy to it, but you just have no say to it. Leave alone remaining indifferent, it’s even difficult to maintain your own mental balance. Well, that is torturing me, and I can’t take it any more. I a just sick of it. Anyone…anyone has a say to it… Plzzzz let me know.
Hope gives thrill to life
“Hope”…. A four letter word. How many of us have ever imagined the extent of hope spread all over the world? Every little thing in this world depends on hope. Every life on this earth is based on hope. Just imagine how important this four letter word is.
Let’s start from a bud, it hopes of being a flower someday
A butterfly- in hope of finding nectar
A bird - in hope of hatching her eggs
An ant – in hope of collecting food
A dry lake – in hope of rain
A pregnant woman – in hope of delivering her baby
A student – in hope of best results
A leafless tree – in hope of spring
A shopkeeper – in hope of customers
A company – in hope of new clients
A seed – in hope of sprouting
A scientist – in hope of inventing
Oh God! What powers dwell in this little thing, “HOPE”. Isn’t that wonderful? What is this hope? It is just a little bit of indescribable emotion. Can anyone give me the right description of hope? It is simply some excitement, some positive ness, which holds meaning to life. Without it, would anything in this world exist? Would life hold a meaning? Just think of it. The answer is left on you.
Monday, August 9, 2010
The Lovely Sorry
Generally, we talk for long hours in the morning with sleepy eyes. But, on his birthday, I was at his place. I had plans to give him few surprises. So, I quietly finished my daily chores without waking him up. When, I returned to his room, I found his eyes wide open with complaints in them. He was upset, annoyed and a bit disheartened. I was in a dilemma. Neither could I avoid the situation, nor could I disclose the secret about my surprises. I tried to fix a smile on his lips, but he didn't allow me to do that. And thus, it upset me also.
Suddenly, he said me "Sorry".... I complained, "If you don't realise your mistake, then a simple 'sorry' holds absolutely no meaning. Then, I pushed him into the bathroom and prepared for my surprises with a sad heart.
When he returned, he explained, " You know why I said sorry without knowing the reason. Its because if some thing in me makes you upset (any reason it might be), I should first be sorry for your sulky face and then for the real reason".
I was amaaaazed. This was the thing in which I used to believe in my teens. But, nowadays I had changed those ideas. Wonderful cloning.... Thanks to him.....for reminding me my forgotten idea. Thanks sweeeetu....
Suddenly, he said me "Sorry".... I complained, "If you don't realise your mistake, then a simple 'sorry' holds absolutely no meaning. Then, I pushed him into the bathroom and prepared for my surprises with a sad heart.
When he returned, he explained, " You know why I said sorry without knowing the reason. Its because if some thing in me makes you upset (any reason it might be), I should first be sorry for your sulky face and then for the real reason".
I was amaaaazed. This was the thing in which I used to believe in my teens. But, nowadays I had changed those ideas. Wonderful cloning.... Thanks to him.....for reminding me my forgotten idea. Thanks sweeeetu....
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