That was the second time I drank beer. I was upset and cursing myself for all what I had done for her. I was angry at myself. I even cried. It was almost one year since we met. I didn't give up any chance of understanding her. She too understood me but was not taking my feelings seriously. But on the other side I was melting and burning in her love. Finally I decided to not to talk with her ever. I went to Suresh and told him all about what happened. Suresh was the person who always supported me timely and encouraged my faith in love. When I told him everything even he advised me to leave her. My mind took his advice seriously but heart was in pain. Suresh was an occasional drinker. I told him I want to drink so that my soul get relaxed. That soul who always hated drinkers. We bought two bottles of beer with chips and sat inside Suresh's room. He played soft music on his speakers. The light was dim. He made all the environment set. After drinking I headed toward my room. He followed me saying I would fall down. He dropped me to my room and again I started to open my broken heart's pieces and told him my decision. He understood my situation completely and forced me to make the last call. I called but nobody answered. Suresh went to his room. I was alone and in some effect of beer. I tried again because I badly wanted to hear her voice. This time she picked up.
" Hi"
"Hey"
"You didn't called me from the whole day. what happened??? Everything alright???"
She didn't know what she has done to me. Her last words again came in my head and a wave of pain striked into it. So I started directly.
"This is the last time I am asking you and I won't be there in your life more to ask you again"
After this  told her everything, every moment we had spent together and my efforts behind those moments to make them special ones. I started from the first day and ended at the last talk we had.
She was silent, just listening to me.
" Either you will be mine or I will be gone from your life forever and today forever means forever"
" I will think over it. I need time"
" I can't give you months or years like I had given you before. Tell me now"
" OK I will tell you tomorrow"
" I will call you in the morning, bye"
That night I didn't wished her good night. That was the first time in  nine months...

               to be continued....

© Abhishek Dudeja 2013

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Liked a girl
like the others
didn't have the courage
like the others
she was so different
unlike the others
beauty and cutie
like God's daughter
deep deep eyes
like princess another
caring and affectionate
like one's mother
patience and charm
all together
fall in love
like the others
loved her
unlike the others
I went to her
to take story further
got punches and shoes
from her brother
me on bed
couldn't stand rather
paining a lot
in the cold weather
messaged on her phone
told all the matter
got a reply
two weeks after
"don't message me otherwise
I will tell my brother
like him
I will make you my brother"
(to be continued....)

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Its about 1:30 AM and I am getting my laptop out for writing something, something I just felt. I was reading " Can Love Happen Twice?", novel I purchased near it release, about 2-3 months ago or may be more as I don't know the exact date. I started reading it when my Ex-Roommate( i feel really happy when I use the word Ex, thinking I also have someone with Ex :P) narrated some of it to me. The book is the sequel of " I too had a love story".
I, not yet completed it fully but I know the ending as described in the first few pages and by my Ex(:D)-room mate which made me read this book.
The LOVE, the PYAAR, the FEELING written by the author are so original that, the each page I turned, made me skip my few heartbeats. Every line, I read, coincides with the true incidents of my life. Although my girl is not dead, but she is making me die everyday. Yes, I still die for her. I die for her smile which is used to pass me every morning. I die for her googly talks. My last three months were so difficult that I couldn't even breathe. But now, I can see a pearl of hope coming out of my dark ocean. Yes, I am going to change myself , leaving the past so so so far, so far from the shadow of the witch.
The novel's title asks a question....
Can Love happen twice?
YES IT CAN!!!! is my answer.......... <3

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Few days back, I saw a flying angel, flying in her own world of creativity, wanted to make a beautiful palace in this big city, had big dreams, ready to dive in the ocean of ups and downs, who she was that I didn't know but one thing, she was a new girl in the college....

SEEING HER SMILE

MY HEART STARTED PUMPING

WATCHING HER STYLE

MY EYES WERE MOVING

HER TALKING LIPS

AND THE CHATTAR-PATTAR

HER BIG EYES

HAD SOME GLITTER

SHE CAME TO ME

WE MET

TALKED TO ME

AND ALL SET

SHE LAUGHED, I LAUGHED,WOW

WE LAUGHED TOGETHER

THEN I CAME TO KNOW

THAT SHE WAS FROM MY HOMETOWN'S NEIGHBOR

STORY WAS MOVING

UNLIKE THE OTHERS

SMOOTHLY

WITHOUT TWIST AND TROUBLES

ONE DAY I ASKED HER

WILL YOU BE WITH ME

SHE ACCEPTED ME, I ACCEPTED HER

AND WE LIVED HAPPILY.....

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