iPhone

iPhone

Every morning he hated his new Phone,

when he heard the voices of his father

struggling

to start old scooter.

Love

Love

"Define love.", 

she asked.

"I wish for your happiness

instead of wishing for you.",

he replied.

A Fool

A Fool.

A boy was dating a girl who always hurt him. One day, she broke up with him and told him, "I don't ever want to see you again."

A few months later, the girl had a change of heart. She realized that she loved the boy, so she went back and said to him, "Give me just one more chance. I love you and I need you. I promise that I will never hurt you again."

But the boy just laughed and said to her, "Only a fool would take back someone who hurt them so much."

The girl felt hopeless and began to cry, but the boy put his arms around her, held her tightly and said, "...and I am one of those fools."

Via Unknown

I'm sorry.

I'm Sorry.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t save her.”, 

he said in a tensed voice

while removing his mask and stethoscope. 

A little cute girl started crying like hell.

Immediately he picked his daughter up 

and started laughing. 

He had declared her Barbie doll dead 

in this doctor – doctor game.

Love you. Forever.

Love you. Forever.

You said you loved, I ignored 

you said you cared, I didn't believe you 

you constantly texted, I never replied 

you called, I hung up. 

You asked me to stay back, I left making excuses. 

Got a bus to board, got a class, running late, got a train 

Never did you complain 

I was rude, I was bitchy, I was full of attitude 

You were a calm and a composed dude 

This made you think you bugged me, I thought so too, 

But that was not the case .

No more texts, no more calls, never did you wish to meet me again 

There was silence all over, and I missed you 

My heart wanted to call you up, it wanted to text, but my brain denied. 

Ego. 

Everytime the phone rang, everytime it beeped, I ran to see your name, but failed. 

Then came the day, you said hey 

Holding my breath, I asked where you were 

You asked me if I even cared

I said I cared, you ignored 

I said I missed you, you didn't believe me 

I texted, never came a reply 

I called, the phone kept ringing

It was over, I thought. He didn't love me anymore. He would've found another lucky woman. My ego had burnt me to ashes. Ten years passed by. Time flew. Never did I forget him. Nor did I forget, the lesson I learnt because of him. Lives changed. I had moved on. Then came the day, the day of our college reunion. Wrinkled faces all over, excited, with little kids around them. Young couples from college, now mature parents. We could've been one of them, I thought. 

My eyes scanned through, through everything that came on my way. There was everyone except the one I was looking for. I left the hall, convincing myself, that he wouldn't be as excited to meet me, as I was, for him. My heart made me run to that little cottage, which could've been mine. One old woman welcomed me with smiles. She knew my name, I was surprised.  Then came little kids running around. They knew me well too. He had found his love. I confirmed.

Then came a beautiful lady, excited.  ”Brother always said you'd come. I'm so glad to meet you. My kids have grown up having heard stories about you.”, she exclaimed.

So, it's his sister, I thought. I asked her where he was. Had he moved to the city with his family?

She smiled. She said, “It’s been ten years. They had lost him. Cancer ate him up from within.”

When I thought he ignored me, he was in pain.

He was dying with grief, and I, doubted his love.

“He has left this for you “, said Stella. There came a pink card.  It said, “Smile, and move on. Hope you've found someone you deserve. Hope he cares for you more than how much you care for me. You said you cared. I believed you. I wanted you to move on”.

Yes. I never deserved a man like you. I broke down. “Meet you in the heaven, after eighty years “, he added.

We would never meet. I know. Because heaven, is not for people like me. Let's meet in the next life at least. Where I'd be the guy, and you be my girl.  I'm sure you'd do a better job. 

Love you. Forever.

via Quora

He Stopped Loving Her Today.

He Stopped Loving Her Today.

I came across this song by George Jones from an album I am what I am and I just loved it. It's nothing less than a story in itself and hence I am posting it here. Enjoy the lyrics and listen to this song.

He said I'll love you 'til I die

She told him you'll forget in time

As the years went slowly by

She still preyed upon his mind.

He kept her picture on his wall

Went half crazy now and then

He still loved her through it all

Hoping she'd come back again.

He kept some letters by his bed

Dated 1962 

He had underlined in red

Every single I love you.

I went to see him just today

Oh, but I didn't see no tears

All dressed up to go away

First time I'd seen him smile in years.

He stopped loving her today

They placed a wreath upon his door

And soon they'll carry him away

He stopped loving her today.

Ya' know she came to see him one last time

Oh, we all wondered if she would

And it kept running through my mind

This time he's over her for good.

He stopped loving her today

They placed a wreath upon his door

And soon they'll carry him away

He stopped loving her today...!!

Almost

Almost

She They fell in love

 and lived happily ever after.

Except around 1023 fights,789 arguments,

76 instances of almost breaking up,

 and later 47 times almost going for divorce;

but they stuck together.

Source:Unknown

Test...??

Test...??

“Do you think God loves you?”

His friend asked him while he was praying.

“Yes.”, he replied with a smile, after praying.

“Do you think God listens to your prayers?”,

His friend asked again. “Yes, of course.” He was still smiling.

“Then why do you suffer?” another question came.

“This is how we teach our children.”

He replied while kissing the hand of his

priest friend.

relationship...

relationship...

What kills a relationship?

Lack of love?, distance?, or money??

It’s expectations.

far away...!!!

far away...

“Why did you do it? I know you don’t love him.”

A tear rolled down his cheek.

“Yes, I still love you.”

She replied.

Astonished, he asked,

“Then why?”

“Because he is always here and...you are never.”

nobody said a word after that.

What if...!!

What if...!!

He was still on his knees. She had rejected his proposal. "Thank god he had not called his friends", a thought crossed her mind. But then, she saw him getting up with a smile on his face. His smile confused her. He came towards her, shook hand with her and wished her for a great future. She was standing like a statue, and when he was about to leave, she asked him, “Are you happy because I have said no to you?” “What? Are you mad? No. It’s not like that?” he replied with a fake laugh. He waited for her next question. “Then why are you smiling? Are you smiling at me?” She asked without any hesitation. “No, I am happy because I’ll never have to wonder that what if I had asked you.” He walked away with a smile on his face and pain in his heart. She was still confused.

Love me less...

Love me less...

“I didn’t care about my family,

I ignored all of my friends; I was always there for you,

then where did I fail?”

he asked in his shuddering voice.

“In all the above things, and there is a bleak difference between

caring and bothering, perhaps you have failed at understanding that too.” ,

She replied indifferently.

Difference

This beautiful short story was shared by my senior Nikesh Jain.

Difference 

One day a man asked God,

"What is the difference between your love and my love?"

God smiled and said,

"A bird in the sky is my love

and a bird in a cage is your love."

true LOVE

true LOVE

Anjali gave him a diary to write and Victor gave her a pen. He didn’t like the concept of writing diary about his own life, so he started asking her questions about her bucket list, her dreams, her favorite dish, fruit, color, actor, actress, movie, her each and every like and dislike and every night Victor secretly wrote it in the same diary. They both loved each other more than anything in this world and even beyond.

It was Anjali’s birthday today. Obviously, he was the first one to wish her. They saw a movie, went for a long drive, and, to Anjali’s surprise, Victor had planned a party for her. All of her friends were already there. Everything was perfect, and she loved it. They laughed, danced, kissed and ejoyed every moment of today, like it was their last day together. But after all, he was a boy, and how can a boy do something without making any mistakes. He had forgotten the gift, the gift which she had especially asked from him. She remembered it but chose to ignore it, because he had done a great job today and she was very happy. Perhaps it was the best day of her life. Her parents had also met him today and they too liked him. Now she was sure that it was him, her true love her future life partner. Before going to bed, she thanked her god, because she couldn’t have asked for a better life than this one. She slept with tears in her eyes; these were the tears of happiness. 

But from the very next day, everything changed, because Victor was changed. He behaved like a different person. He stopped picking her calls, didn’t reply to her texts and never showed her his face again. Perhaps he had ditched her without even telling her a reason. But Anjali, she didn’t give up on him. She kept on trying. She was hurt. She prayed, tried and cried but nothing worked. She met Victor’s parents, they were nice people and they treated her very well but couldn’t do anything to help her out. They told her that Victor had left this city. She was left with so many unanswered questions, broken promises and endless pain. Her true love had felt her empty. How could he do this to her? How could she forget, the moments they had spent together, the promises Victor had made? Love is tough to find and tougher to forget. But time is the biggest healer and eventually the time passed. Anjali found a new friend. Ravi was nice person and he cared for her. Anjali was not a person who would lie or keep secrets, so she told him everything. She even told him that somewhere she still missed Victor but she would never return to him for what he had done to her. Ravi too accepted her with her past. 

Today they were marrying. In her red designer lehnga, Anjali was looking like an angel. Ravi also looked great in his black Armani suit. Then, somewhere in the crowd of her relatives and known ones, Anjali saw the glimpse of Victor’s parents, but they didn’t appear again. Suddenly all those feelings were alive again. She wanted to run away from this marriage and ask them about Victor.

Later in the evening while they were opening gifts, Anjali found an unnamed packet. It had the same pair of anklets which she had asked from Victor for her birthday. It confused her. Few days later, Ravi received a courier in his office; there was the same diary and a letter in it. Perhaps she would never know what Victor had done before his death.

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“Just because a Relationship ends, it doesn’t mean that two people stopped loving each other, perhaps it’s ended because they cared too much for each other.”

That Rose

That Rose

The rear side of house and backyard was lit by a small dusty lamp. The drainage pipe was connected to the wall at a point in line with the window sill. Pipe shook as he climbed, swaying a little more with each pull, but he knew that it will hold his weight. He had been using this pipe since last three months. Victor had newly joined high school after moving to this town. His father’s transfer had brought him here and Aditi being a gabby girl in the class, became his first friend in the first week itself. Soon after few weeks of their friendship, they were occasionally seen lurking in the backside of football ground and often teased as a secret couple in school. Pipe was slippery today, perhaps because of drizzle. Victor climbed to a certain height and then swung his legs until he got his feet onto the window sill. Aditi, immediately closed the curtains after pulling him inside her room. Victor held her pressing her back against the wall, holding her wrists trapped above her head. As usual he had a rose in his lips. He always brought a rose for Aditi, despite of the fact that Aditi never liked roses, she infact liked a flower but didn’t know its name. This April of 1995 was special; it was Aditi’s birthday tomorrow. A blade of moonlight slipped from the curtains, casting a beam upon her face. He kissed her, while she kept her eyes closed. He gave a set of silver anklets. It was their last meeting, atleast for now. Despite of Aditi’s arguments and pleas, her family did not agree on leaving her alone in this city, they were all shifting to a famous metro city in Karnataka.

After completing her graduation in computer science, now Aditi was working for a famous IT consultancy. They both had lost contact in these years. He never called her or perhaps he never had her phone number and Aditi too never visited back the same city. Today while she was drinking coffee in the cafeteria, she felt his presence or perhaps she was missing him, she had always missed him. She finished her coffee and returned to her cubicle. As she sat in front of her computer, she was startled to see a rose on her table waiting for her with an unopened letter. There was no name on it.

But still, Anjali had a smile on her face.

But still, Anjali had a smile on her face.

But still, Anjali had a smile on her face. She had a very rough day. It started with arguments with her project manager, that too because of someone else’s fault; then her friend didn’t turn up for the lunch, then online order got delayed  and the worst part, now she had to attend the marriage party this weekend, with her relatives. Not only the parties but she never liked her relatives too. 

She was working for a reputed media firm in Pune. After completing her masters in media management, last year, she had joined this firm through campus placements. Her roommate was Saira, a young, dynamic, college going girl. After taking dinner, while Anjali was doing the dishes, her mobile beeped. Saira, who was watching “House”, looked at the blinking light, on table and shouted, “Di, koi message aya hai!” She always addressed Anjali with “Di”, which was, perhaps a shorter version of “Didi”. Anjali, who was busy in her work, replied without bothering, “please, dekho kiska hai.” Saira had already checked the message. Anjali’s ex-boyfriend had been on a date today, with another girl. Saira, who was waiting for Anjali to ask, replied, “Aapke X ka hai, shyad.”, pretending that she has not read that message. 

Apart from being roommates, Anjali and Saira were very good friends too. They shared almost everything. Anjali was done with the dishes. She came back while drying her hands with the towel and sat on sofa besides Saira. Anjali was in a relationship for almost one year but recently they broke up because her boyfriend was a drug addict and had “no more feelings” for her, however, Anjali has not stopped talking to him, unlike he had expected. They were now trying to treat each other as friends, normal friends. Saira always wanted to ask Anjali and today, when she saw the fading smile on Anjali’s face, she couldn’t resist herself and asked, “Di why do you still talk to him? Even after what he has done to you.” Anjali looked into the eyes of Saira and smiled, with pain in her eyes, “I never ignored any of my friend.”, Anjali replied.  ”But he is not a good friend and so you need to change this habit.” Saira was already prepared with her reply. Anjali thought for a while and replied, “When he did not leave his bad habits for someone, who truly loved him, why should I change a good habit of mine for someone, who doesn’t even care about me?” said Anjali, while writing back to her ex.

The girl in white dress.

The girl in white dress.

I was late today. Usually I left my office at around 6’O clock but today we had a client visit. I was waiting for 330-E bus and was enjoying Bangalore’s weather. It was at it’s best romantic note, thundering clouds and gusts of wintery wind made me furl my arms around my body. It was drizzling and the trafficless roads were reflecting the lights of vehicles coming time to time. Out of the falling drops a figure appeared, I had seen this girl before. The girl from next bay, in my office. I used to sneak her while she was busy solving bugs in the numerous lines of code or perhaps while she was busy checking facebook. 

She was running towards the same stand where I was standing, holding closed umbrella in her one hand and mobile in other. I still remember the red color of her mobile cover; it looked cute, but not as she was looking today, in her partially drenched white dress. As she approached the stand’s shed, I intentionally made a space for her by stepping aside and she too accepted it without any second thought. She was too close to me, I even saw the water drops on her face, and indeed she looked pretty. 

Only then she turned towards me and asked “What time is it?” “Sorry?” , I replied, with a question, as if I had not heard at the first place.”Kitna time hua hai?”( Translation: What time is it?) she asked me again and instead of replying to what she had asked, I asked her in return, “Aapka mobile time nhi btata?” (Translation: "Can't you check it on your phone?") she scowled at me and turned her face on other side.

Before I had made up for my mistake, she bellowed at me while pointing her finger at my wrist watch, “Ek baar time btane se aapki yeh watch nhi ghis jaati..huh!” (Translation: "Telling me time, wouldn't have harmed your watch.")and again she turned her face away from me. Her reaction had made me smile. 

”I am sorry, its 8:30”, I told her the right time. She turned back and looked into my eyes, “I am sorry, I had bad day. My cell phone fell down and now its not working anymore”, she told me with a sad face. 

This was the beginning of a long and beautiful relationship. I don’t remember how long that bus took to arrive, how two strangers sat together and talked like best friends. A fierce lightening and a loud thunder clap brought me back to the sound of rain. I was staring at the sparkling rain drops, in the yellow street light, from the balcony of my flat. I had tears in my eyes. From that closeness to these thousand miles of distance, I was far away from Bangalore. I had missed her a lot in these last ten months.