Late night calls.. I’m used to it.. It is the convenient time for us to make calls.. Nature is sleeping quietly.. But when she has night shifts, then it is hard for me to sleep.. Anyhow she finds some time to call me in between her work just to say Goodnight. This gap sometimes kill me with her damn thoughts.. And, it comes like words.. Here it goes…
Hey Honey,
Every time when I watch a Boy holding his Girl’s hands in movies, My mind craves to hold your arms..
Every time when I see a boy walking along with his girl, I feel jealous of him...
Every time when I see a boy kissing his Sweetheart,...
I’m feeling something inside my heart... I don’t know why… Even, I can’t distinguish clearly whether it is a sorrow or happiness or a mixture of two… The reason why it may be a sorrow is that she is leaving us... (But not forever)... She has been with us for the past 5 years... We together had attended classes, sometimes together bunked theory sessions, copied practical programs together, wrote assignments together, joined together in Jesus Youth, shared food, laughed at our own crack-jokes... And finally cried together on our farewell day... She was a part of us... Now she is going... Going a...
I was going through some of my emails lately and this one struck my mind – this story says it right about marriage – arrange or not …
The woods were lovely dark and deep. Walking slowly beside her, in the damp mud road, was her husband whom she barely knew. He was very relaxed, happily watching a group of kids playing at a distance.
Her “mehandi” was still dark and smelling fresh, reminding of the excitements and tension 2 days back.
“It can’t work this way mom…please stop this”, she kept telling her mother till the last moment, who wouldn’t listen but carry on with beautifying her. She had ...
Singing one of my favourite love songs to my Girl.. on a very romantic night… The song was from the movie Jab We Met:
ना हे ये पाना… ना खोना भी हे.. तेरा ना होना जाने.. क्यूँ होना भी हे.. तुमसे ही दीं होता हे.. शूरमयी शाम आती हे.. तुम से ही.. तुम से ही...
But how do you feel if she says that she didn't like it, only because the song is written by someone for someone else??? So, just tried to write something for my Love… Here it comes…
चाहा था तुझे सालों से, चाहता हूँ में अब भी तुझे….
खुदा मन करे तो मेरी होगी तुम…
ज़िंदगी भर मेरे साथ होगी तुम…
रब से मेरा यही दुआ हे, छोट
This is a story which tells us something about love and life.. The main character of this story is a software engineer by profession and it made me to think that it could be me!!
My husband is a Software Engineer by profession, I love him for his steady nature and I love the warm feeling when I lean against his broad shoulders.
Two years of courtship and now, five years into marriage, I would have to admit, that I am getting tired of it. The reasons of me loving him before, has now transformed into the cause of all my restlessness.
I am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive when it come...
Real life….
Next day, 17th – he called her after coming back from his office, in the night. He pressed and continued holding the digit 9 on his mobile, which was the speed-dial for her number, 98******59. Trrring.. Trrring.. His heart was beating like anything… He was afraid whether she could be able to hear his heart beats. Finally, she picked up. “Hellooo… Whazzup, dear?” A sweet voice came through the phone, which went deep and struck his heart. The sweet lovely voice that he loves to hear all the time… “What happened? Today also you called me? Is something urgent?” Her voice broke ...