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....

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If I am dying tomorrow

I want it to be in your arms

Looking in your eyes

Painless and calm

If God is calling me

I will move with no hesitation

No dreams no wishes

As I am holding my world, his creation

If he will give me the hell

I will not object

I just found my heaven

I don’t care about the rest

I will be above the clouds

And my love will be with you, I swear

If you ever cry

I will take a rebirth to wipe your tears

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We get hurt , when we expect. Expectation is the main cause for broken heart. The love and care we give to special ones are expected to come with an  interest. Expectations are the producers of tears. Its being said "Don't expect, Just give". But don't we have the right to be loved as we love them ? Not equal but at least some. I don't know why people ignore those who care them and care who doesn't even think about them. This whole thing is going in the chain. The first person loves second who don't even give him a damn  the second loves third who loves forth and go on... So what should we do to break this chain ? We have an option, everybody has an option i.e. to love the person who loves us and this is how love stories are made. So "Have expectations, Its your right but from the person who deserves you and values your love"

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I miss that beautiful face..
Attractive charming I love to chase...
I miss that loud grin..
Settled happily on that cute chin...
I miss those deep little eyes..
Telling stories but never lies...
I miss those very slow walks..
Never ending late night talks...
I miss those sweet scoldings..
Waking you up to say good morning...
I miss giving you chocolates..
Which u always hesitated to take...
I miss that watch from balcony..
Distance too far which looked so funny...
Moments with you I wanted to freeze..
Every second they give me a tease..
Don't dare to cry the sweetest candy...
My heart behaves new york your tears like sandy...
God is with you so, bad time he will drain...
I am missing you so much like deserts miss rain...

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"Yes ! I care for her, care than this damn whole world. If she will ever get upset, I will make her smile even if I need to loose my happiness. My soul is meant for her. She lives in it. She owns it. She is my love, my God , my passion. She is that star, the constant one, twinkling in the sky, who inspires me to decorate the words with feelings in the heart and take me with herself to the new but still the known world. "

A DIALOGUE FROM MY NEXT STORY

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I am a millionaire as I have millions of friends. But my best friend is best-est among them coz she sings. Its so simple na :) that a person who sings, just sings, is my best friend. Yes, that's my criteria for choosing a friend. Any person who touches the flow of my river, my life's river, is my friend. That's why I am getting rich, more rich everyday. Oh I am forgot that, here today, I am going to tell you all about my best friend. My friends are jewels but my best friend is the Kohinoor. She sings, as I had told you earlier. She sings with me. She sings with me in my every sorrow of life. She sings in every bad phrase of my life and whenever my heart breaks. She is my soul mate. She is a dancer too. She dance with me in every happy moment. She is always there for me. Now also, while I am writing this, she is sitting besides me and smiling, not uttering a single word. She always take my side, She stands by me in every decision I make. She is such a darling. I know that my other friends who are reading this will get jealous. For them I want to sprinkle some salt by adding that my best friend is better than you all. So who is my best friend??? This question must be going and going and going in your minds through out the trip of my land of words.... I should add that I am not going to tell her name as she feels shy. But I will tell you her name, but before that any guesses my dear friends??? Yes, you are also my friend, as important as others.......but will you accept my friendship?? If yes, be my inspiration by giving your valuable comments......
Oh I again forgot to tell you her name.
Her name is........
name is.....
is.....
TANHAI LONELINESS

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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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Facebook is nothing without her, I get bored. I mean to say I am getting bored from last 46 days. Nothing to do so far, no place to hangout, no fun having a coffee and no more reasons to go to temples. From that day I am carrying a fake smile on the face. How much I tried to ignore her on her face but she don't leave me in dreams, if I sleep. I have become an owl, don't know when I last slept at night. She left me but not leaving me. Anyways how much she tries to ignore me but DIL SE she wants to talk with me, i feel so.

" TERI JHEEL SE ANKHO MAIN DOOB JANA CHAHTA HUN
 BUT I ALWAYS HAVE MY AIR TUBE WITH ME
TERE KHYAALO MAIN KHO JANA CHAHTA HUN
BUT I ALWAYS CARRY GOOGLE MAPS WITH ME"

Now every time I log in at FB, I check the chat, who is online like I used to but nothing can be done now as she is no more a friend. I miss my that Friend.

COME BACK COME BACK!!!
I AM STILL WAITING....
NOT MOVED ON
STILL WAITING.....
FROM DUSK TO DAWN ,,,
WAITING AND WAITING....
WAITING  YOU TO STOP,,,,,
WAITING FOR THE SMILE.....
WAITING FOR THE DAY,,,,,
WAITING YOU TO SAY !!!!!
OH DEAR FELLA,,,,,
I AM STILL WITH YOU......
IN MY DREAMS ,,,,
YOU COME AND COME.....
SORRY FOR THE NIGHTS
YOU NOT SLEPT.....
SORRY FOR THE DAYS
I KEPT YOU
WAITING WAITING WAITING.....
THEN I WILL SMILE
HUG YOU TIGHT
NEVER LEAVE YOU
IN MY LIFE
YOU WILL BE MY WORLD, THE CHEERFUL WORLD
WHICH IS NOW, A CRYING NIGHT
BUT FOR THAT DAY
I AM STILL
WAITING WAITING WAITING!!!
.
.

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This only happens in movies especially in the Bollywood ones, when someone is leaving and you don't want that someone to leave. You always tries to be with them as long as you can but you fails. That someone can be your friend, lover or a room mate, yes a room mate who is with you for more than 1 and half a year. I don't know how but I will be missing my room-mate. May be the same thing is happening with him that's why he is coming to the room again and again. The moments spend with him will always be the golden moments of my hostel life. I am shifting to a single seater hoping I can change myself to be a good human. The one and half year has gone really good with laughter, fights, upset moods which automatically gets all set, that's all. Although we didn't talked about our secrets , crushes and love stories(hopefully, he has one) but the understanding between us was something which can't be neglected. I just want to tell him that he is very good friend not just a roomie.....