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.

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Salty Coffee.

Salty Coffee.

He met her on a party. She was looking gorgeous. Many guys were chasing her, whereas he was very normal, nobody paid attention to him. But at the end of the party, he invited her to have coffee with him, she was surprised, but she liked his politeness and went with him. They sat in a nice coffee shop. 

He was too nervous to say anything, she too started feeling uncomfortable. She wanted to go home. Suddenly he asked the waiter, “Would you please give me some salt? I’d like to put it in my coffee.” Everybody stared at him, it was strange. He also felt the air, his face turned red, but still, he added salt in his coffee and drank it.

She asked him curiously, “Why do you add salt to your coffee? Do you always like your coffee like that only?” He replied, “Yes. I like it like this only. Because when I was a little boy, I lived near the sea, I liked playing in the water and while playing I often tasted sea water. This salty coffee always reminds me of my childhood; I think of my hometown, I miss that place so much; I miss my parents who are still living there. I have come far away from my roots, my culture and my family. I miss the smell of that soil”. While saying that tears filled his eyes. 

She was deeply touched. That’s his true feeling, from the bottom of his heart. A man who can tell out his homesickness, he must be a man who loves home, cares about home, has responsibility of home. Then she also started to speak, spoke about her faraway hometown, her childhood, her family. That was a really nice talk, also a beautiful beginning of their story. They continued to date. She found that he was the man who meets all her demands; he had tolerance, was kind-hearted, warm and careful. He was such a good person and she had nearly lost him, without even knowing him, on their very first date. Thanks to his salty coffee!

Then the story was just like every other beautiful love story, the princess married to the prince and then they started living the happy life. Every time she made coffee for him, she’d put some salt in the coffee, as she knew that he liked it this way.

After 40 years, he passed away. He had left her a letter which said, “My dearest, please forgive me, I have lied you for my whole life. But the only lie I said to you is “the salty coffee”. Remember the first time we dated? I was so nervous at that time, actually I wanted some sugar, but nervously I said salt. It was hard for me to change so I just went ahead. I never thought that could be the start of our communication. I tried to tell you the truth many times in my life, but I was too afraid to do that, as I have promised not to lie to you for anything. Now when I’m dying, I want to tell you the truth and want your pardon. I never liked salty coffee. What a strange bad taste and I have had that salty coffee for my whole life! But since it was for you, I did it happily. Having you with me was my biggest happiness for my whole life. If I can live for the second time, I would still want you as my life partner and even I am ready to drink the salty coffee again for my next life as well”. 

Her tears made that letter wet. After so many years, someone asked her, “What’s the taste of salty coffee?” “It’s sweet”, She replied.

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Dream vs reality

Dream vs Reality

He was still in bed dreaming about his college days, his first love and knew it that it was the time, time for two alarms to off together. At exactly 6:30 am, his wife came in the room, switching the alarm off even before it went on and started shouting at him.  As usual she was angry, about something which he didn’t know. He tried once or twice to understand the reason but failed and even after so many years of their marriage he loved to wake up with the voice of his wife. He always woke up late as he worked in the late shift and she was always late because he did not let her sleep early. She was still yelling at him and he was still dreaming about his first love, how had he fallen for the crazy girl. He was thinking about her smile, their first kiss, his first beach trip with her, a treasure of beautiful memories he had.

Finally he got up, when she stopped yelling. She asked him to pack her breakfast and to drop her to the office. He got out of the bed, Smiling. He had packed her breakfast and was waiting by the car. He opened the door for her, she always loved it. After 15 minutes they had reached; she kissed him and left the car. He saw her going inside the office. It felt like a dream that he had married his first love. 

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