Love story of a Mountain!

I have always found mountains very enduring. High they stand, bold and tough. Seems that nothing can move them, nothing can make them smile or break them up. The tough, hard mountains.

But then they make love with the nature. They kiss the sky, embed the flora and fauna within themselves, touch the winds smoothly and smile. The beautiful love story begins and all we can do is smile at them until the moment when the same nature hits them hard. The sky starts to roar, the winds change the direction and love changes to a war. The nature brutally betrays the mountains.

And this is when the mountains breaks down. Hurt and saddened, they loose their themselves to the betrayal of nature and can’t hold it in anymore and they break down into pieces to never get back together. The beautiful love story of the hard tough mountain ends with tears!

 

You see what love can do? And you asked that person why he/she couldn’t fall in love?

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Smiles of Sorrow

Sorrow and I, make love every night!
Touching each other through the souls,
Loving every bit of other’s pain!
We kiss deep, not to forget
We kiss deep, to love the pain!
I hear the cries when it whispers the betrayal story
And it sees mine in my smile!
We love the pain, we love the betrayal
We love the cries and the stories!
Sorrow and I, make love every night!

Maa

Jab Kadam dagmagaye, Jab dil dehal jaye
Mujhe dhund Lena, mai yahi rahungi

Jab nind na aye, Jab bechani si chhaye
Awaz de dena, mai yahi rahungi

Gam ka andhera pad jaye ya khushiyon ka sawera dhal jaye
Hath to badhana, mai yahi rahungi

Dil tootega, sapne bhi tootege, bas tum na tootna
Himmat ka anchal pakdna kyuki mai yahi rahungi

Tera har dukh batne ko, Tera har dard chatne ko
Teri har khushi mai nashne ko, mai yahi rahungi

Maa hu Teri, tu mera h ansh
Bas dil mai rkhna, mai yahi rahungi.

 

Dedicated to all the beautiful and loving mothers out there.

We don’t say it enough, but we love you!

It was still Love!

Awkward silence, million giggles and a tender kiss
Their first date was prettier than the pretty picture
Even if it didn’t last forever, it was still love!

She peaked into his soul and he was happily striping
To him she was like mystery he was unraveling
Even if it didn’t last forever, it was still love!

They met once, they met again and the agains were many
Each time, they kissed harder, touched deeper than any
Even if it didn’t last forever, it was still love!

She wanted forever and he couldn’t want
The agains vanished, the kisses ended and they decided on ‘We can’t’
Even if it didn’t last forever, it was still love!

They missed the giggles, the awkward silences and the odour of other
The pain was trenching but the lips didn’t talk and the eyes didn’t bother
Even if it didn’t last forever, it was still love!

Down the line, they met again
The silences were still awkward but the hearts were in pain
Even if it didn’t last forever, it was still love!

They talked and laughed, they kiss and touch
The eyes refused to see another and the heart felt the warmth much
Even if it didn’t last forever, it was still love!

They ignored what the eyes told, what the heart said
They believed what the mind made and fed
Even if it didn’t last forever, it was still love!

They knew it was love, but they knew it wasn’t forever
But why? Why their love couldn’t be forever?

My Best Friend’s Wedding Day!

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‘The footwear don’t go with your dress. Wear my blue ones. They are in my closet.’ – Sheena instructed me while the parlour lady was fixing up her make up for her sangeet ceremony.

‘I hate you! I so liked these footwear’ I faintly protested though I knew that now she has rejected these pair of footwear, I will never even touch them again.

‘Wear them at your own wedding then, not at mine.’ She said, not being able to express her emotions properly as she was a prisoner to the parlour lady at that moment.

I silently grabbed the blue footwear from her closet and changed, obsessing about the fact that 2 days down the line, she will not be around to validate my footwear choices.

I met Sheena 10 years ago, when she moved to my neighbourhood. Teenager, pretty and smart, she had her own lively and interesting persona. Though we were totally different in a lot ways, we were also just alike in many other. I remember the first time we went for a walk to bond and stuff and we talked about life in depth and detail and yes, it was friendship at first walk!

‘Don’t I look hot?’ She asked me.

‘Not at all.’ I said and then she we just hugged, feeling the emotions we generally don’t curate in words. And then we just left her house to celebrate her last night of bachelorette-hood in full Punjabi style.

When we reached the venue, everyone’s eye was on the-bride-to-be, who by the way, looked absolutely stunning!
Everyone rushed towards, hugging and congratulating Sheena and I stepped back from right by her side so that she could enjoy and cherish all the attention.

‘Dhara, come here! Help me with my lehnga.’ Sheena called me and extended her hand for me to grab it. As soon as I reached her, Sameer came rushing down and grabbed her hand and hugged her. And the room was full of cheers for the most adorable, cute couple!

I have never seen any guy making Sheena as happy as Sameer did. Not that she had been with a lot of them, but whatever 20-30 were there, no one was ever close to the loving and caring gentleman Sameer is.

Being the big fat Punjabi wedding it was, everyone from the Groom’s and Bride’s family was dancing, drinking and eating. Sheena’s and Sameer’s cousins prepared dance performances and Sheena’s parents had the biggest smiles in the place.

And there I was, standing in the corner, looking at the happy couple and also fiddling through faces to find some handsome guy. Meanwhile, I had a brief eye contact with the pretty bride and I knew that in that moment, all she was looking was were a few shots of vodka. And being the good friend as always, I took two of them, headed to her and gave her one.

‘On three’ I said. And she smiled

‘One, two, three’ I said and we both emptied the Vodka shots down our throats.

Throughout these years, we have been friends in need. We have shared endless laughters, soul soothing silences and pieces of a little wisdom and knowledge we both posses. We have talked about guys, clothes, world politics, cricket and everything that one can think of and never got bored of each other. We might have never expressed as much as we should, but we have felt extremely lucky to have found each other. I still do!

After an exhausting but ultimate fun sangeet ceremony, we came home, all exhausted and tired and all we still wanted to do was grab and a couple of beers and talk! And so we did. We talked about Sameer. We talked about her honeymoon. We decided her sex clothes also her regular clothes. We talked about everything but none of us mentioned about how much we were gonna miss each other because we were sure and determined to stay in touch like always, till the end of time.

Around 4 am, Sameer called her, may to flirt. I can’t forget the huge smile she had while she was on the call.

‘Now get off the phone and let me talk to my friend’ she said few minutes into the call and our chit-chat continued till the dusk. It was a I guess the shortest night ever for me!
It was finally my best friend’s wedding day!

Oh I can’t explain the cocktail of emotions I had that day. But certainly, excitement and happiness were the main ingredients.

With all the ceremonies and events lined up, it was the longest day for her but with the sense of her not being next door from tomorrow, it was the shortest day for me!

After all the typical Punjabi wedding ceremonies, we went to the parlour for her to get all dolled up.

Her wedding lehnga was this yellow and blue dress with golden embroidery all over it and a pinch of pink on the borders. Unconventional as always, she chose the most stunning wedding dress ever for herself! She changed into the wedding dress and once again sat down to glue up her ass on the chair for next couple of hours. If it was at our disposal, we would just fix out eyeliner and lipstick ourselves and get married.

While the makeup was in process, she started talking
‘You know, I will miss everyone a lot’ she said

‘I know. But that life yrr. And things will get better from here.’ I made sure to keep her moral and spirits high.

‘Yeah! I am sure. Visit my mom often. She will get lonely.’ I knew this has been on the top of her mind since a long time.

‘Goes without saying.’ And I just didn’t say this to say it. I meant it.

‘I will miss you also, FYI!’ And as she said that, I felt a lump in throat.

‘Have you gone mad or what?’ I said in the highest pitch possible and we started laughing.

‘Shhhh!!! Makeup will get ruined. Please don’t laugh madam.’ The makeup artist would definitely kick me out of the place if she could.
And the moment was finally here. The most charming bride of the century was standing with her prince and now he will be her best friend, stylist, shopping buddy, psychiatrist and her best friend for life.

They had the most wonderful wedding and the vadai scene was already on. Everyone was crying, bidding her a fair well and wishing her the best for the new innings of her life. Uncle was crying the most. Seeing him being so weak and vulnerable gave me chills down my spine.

‘I don’t want to get married’ was all I was thinking.

Everyone, all her relatives and her friends were crying thinking that now she will have a different life, a different family and may be some different friends. Everyone was sure that she will get busy with her new life and their importance will fade away eventually. That’s is actually the story of every bride, at every wedding!

But I stood in the corner, making sure that not even a single drop of tear rolls down my cheek, because I was sure that nothing will ever change for us. I was determined to make every effort to be as we always have been. I was sure that she will make every effort to be as she has been. And I was just too happy for my best friend and her new life to shed a tear.

I hugged her just before she was going to sit in the car.

‘Sameer’s has a hot cousin. He has a beard too. I will fix you two up soon.’ She whispered in my ear.

And all I could do was hug her tighter. And then she was going. With moist eyes and a wide smile. Peeking out of the window and waving everyone goodbye. She looked at me and I gave her a thumpsup with the naughtiest smile ever, thinking ‘Yes, you are having sex soon.’

As always, she understood everything without me having saying a word and laughed. I laughed too. I laughed until I could see her vanishing into the light of dusk!

Saturday, July 9

Hey Dear,

Ahh! I turn 30 today. 3-0! That’s pretty old haan? 30 years of life and experiences. 30 years of love and loss. 30 years of fear and passion. 30, I might take like 30 days to sink in that truth. I am 30 today.

It was a pretty good day at work today. I wore my red dress. THE RED DRESS! I sure turned heads today. Specially the pervert Anuj. As always, he didn’t miss the opportunity to feel my body while wishing me for the day. He came shouting through the door and while all I wanted to do was a handshake, he hugged me. Tight enough to feel my breasts against his body. His inappropriate actions have become such a routine like the morning coffee now that I actually have started enjoying it. Or may be I have just given up! Whatever! The highlight of the day was the charming Rishi. Ohh.. He is so cute! Tall, dark and those hazel eyes full of life. All I want is to grab him by the collar and kiss him as it’s the end of the world. But then the thought of my loving husband overpowers.

I took half of the day off today to pamper myself at the salon, after all, it was my 30th. I deserve that, don’t I? I thought of getting a nice spa and some mani-pedi. And then spend a good enough time to curate my emotions and memories today for you. But who knew my dear husband had other plans for me. As I entered the house, the floor was all laid with fine rose petals and there were candles all over. The candles brightened up the place, kept dark on purpose, so beautifully. There was soft music in the background and the place was pleasantly smelling good. It was such a good sight to see Krish finally making such a great gesture after 5 years of marriage.

Remember the last time we talked? Remember I told you about Krish’s and my fight? Ahh that was an ugly one. It was a near divorce situation there. Well, things got better since then. He started treating as his wife and not just another friend to chill with or his nany to take care of him. I always knew about his problem with letting someone enter his personal space or invade his so called independence. I don’t know why I married him after being treated by him like shit for years. Well, no point regretting.


As I was standing there, making peace with such a wonderful surprise my husband had planned for me, Krish grabbed by the waist out of nowhere. I got a little scared but then he started singing “Happy Birthday” in my ear. So close that I could listen to every breath of his as he sang. It was so arousing. Not just the way his lips felt on my skin but the roses and the candles and the music. Everything was turning me on. He then just pulled me towards the dinning table with him where there was a yummy looking chocolate cake, with the chocolate frosting and a lot of nuts for the decoration. He gave me the knife to cut the. The idiot got a huge kitchen knife to cut a cake. Still grabbing me tight by the waist and singing the song, he held my hand as I was cutting the cake. He then took a piece of the cake and rubbed the frosting all over my neck and a little on my lips. He then kissed me. Kissed me so passionately that it felt like it was the end of the world. Kissed me like I wanted to kiss Rishi in the office today. His hand were all over my body. I was just surrendering to the moment. It felt great. He then kissed my neck. Licked off all the cake on there. Each kiss was more passionate than before and with every kiss, I was breathing more furiously. He then gently pushed to the table, while he was his hands were grabbing my body tight and his tongue was all over my neck. As I held the table to keep my balance, my hand touched the giant knife with which I murdered the beautiful birthday cake of mine. I was about to take the knife and keep it at distance so it doesn’t hurt any one of us, when he suddenly grabbed my hair and started kissing me again, more authoritatively than romantically this time. I pushed him back gently, turned around, facing my table, undressed myself completely, took the knife and furiously turned around slitting his throat with knife. He bled to death and couldn’t even cry out for help. I felt terrible right after I did it and kissed him while he bled.


The police is on it’s way and I wanted to utilise the time before they come in. Wait for the next diary entry. May be by then I will able to tell you about my long pending job promotion. Till then, miss me!

Yours, Aarvi.

Saturday, July 9

LIKE EVERY MORNING

Like every morning, he was late for the office again. All he could think of, while rushing to catch the 8:20 Bus, was “Who can hire me if they fire me!!”

Though it was a cool day, the sun was resting behind the clouds and a sweet breeze was on its way to whisper into ears some place nice, Amit was so quick and kinda a restless to catch the bus that he was  sweating profusely.

Surprisingly, Amit reached the bus stop 5 mins early. But to his surprise, the little boy who sells the newspaper every morning right at the Bus stand was not present today. Amit bought newspaper from him and made a small talk every day. He got kinda worried not to see the little boy like he did every morning. As the anxious guy he was, Amit kept thinking of all the possible reasons for the young man’s absence. “May be Raju has taken his business to some other Bus Stop.” Was one of the many thoughts that popped in his head while he was drinking water to get hold of his breath.

Suddenly, Amit remembered a conversation he had with Raju about a week or so ago.

“The taught us the Table of 19 last evening. We also read a small poem.” Raju had told.

“Ohh great. You seem to be really liking your evening school. Aren’t you?” Amit enquired with excitement.

“Yes. I am loving it all except Alka Madam. Do you know why she always is so annoyed and angry?” Raju asked

“May be because she doesn’t has a friend like you.” Both of them had a huge smile as Amit said that. Meanwhile, Amit saw his bus coming. He bid a farewell to Raju as he tapped him on the head.

Amit helped Raju get admission in the evening school. The day Amit first met Raju, about 6 months ago, he looked pale and thin who could barely get out words from his mouth. But he was shouting at his maximum possible voice to convince people to buy newspapers for him. Amit felt sad for the kid, barely 6 or 7, working hard on the busy, polluted and unsafe street.

“This is the reason I have no faith in humanity” Thought Amit, being a pessimist he always has been.

He stood there, waiting for his bus as he had already missed the 8:20 Bus. He tried not giving much thought and attention towards the little struggling boy or his story. He started playing with his mobile but couldn’t avoid looking when Raju coughed badly and almost collapsed.  There were around 20 people standing on that bus stop, most of them well-clothed and looking their best, a few standing right in front of that ailing little kid, reading newspaper or at least pretending to, but none came forward to help Raju.

“Here, drink some water” Amit authoritatively asked Raju as he offered him his water bottle.

Raju, without even giving it a second thought, took the bottle and emptied half of it down his throat in one go.

“I was thirsty since morning. Thank you Bhaiya. May god bless you.” Raju said

“I don’t need your blessing. Why are you not at school? Why are you working when you can’t even stand properly? Where are your parents? Don’t they know this not only wrong but also illegal? You people just don’t understand the importance of education. All you care about is a little extra money.  Take me to your parents. I will talk to them” Amit shot all this in one go, without even stopping to breath.

His eyes looked angry. He looked furious. He suddenly realized a wave of rage within. He has never felt this way before. But today, something woke his demons up.

“Calm down Bhaiya. So much anger is not good for health. Here, drink some water.” Little Raju laughed like a baby after. His innocent laughter melted all the lava within Amit and he sat near Raju.

After a normal and usual QA session, Amit shot the question, “Where are your Parents?”

“I have none. But I have Pappu, Ajay and Hrithik. Ajay acts like a mother most of the time.” Said Raju, and giggled again.

The enthusiasm and happiness on this little lads face was driving Amit crazy. He felt awfully uncomfortable.

“Why.. I mean where are they? What happened??” Amit had almost lost his patience by then.

“Nothing happened to them. I just never had them. Ohh Bhaiya!! A bus is coming. You must see if it’s the one you have to board” Raju said.

Amit saw his bus coming and immediately ran towards it. As he was about to climb the bus, Raju shouted “Bhaiya” Amit turned back “me and my friends play cricket in the park near the chowk. Around 6. If you get time, come. Pappu is our very own Sachin Tendulkar.”

Amit did not react. He got a lump in his throat. He got numb. All he could think was “How can that guy be so happy and satisfied?”

He felt guilty for each moment he fought his parents. For all the moments he complaint for nearly perfect life he had. A volcano of feelings had erupted within him. He settled it down with some water.

After that day, Amit got Raju a pack of lunch and a jar of buttermilk every morning. He greeted Raju with love and made sure to talk to him for at least 5 min every morning, no matter how late for work did he get. Every morning Amit taught a little to Raju and learnt a little from Raju.

Until this morning. Raju was not at the bust stop. Like every other morning.800px-Morning_sun-wallpaper-1920x1080

The Girl Who Couldn’t Fall In Love!

It was her eyes that grabbed all my attention. They had something about them. Something which was rare. If I have to name the something, it was a spark. A spark I had not seen in ages. They were not big beautiful eyes. They were just rare.

And with her rare eyes she was reading a book I had heard about, “where rainbows end”, sitting right in front of me. We had been in the same train, sitting right opposite to each other for 2 hours now and never did she lifted her head to look at me or to look at the cute old couple sitting next to her or to look at the vendors passing by every 5 mins. I am not a pervert, flirtatious guy who wanted to ask for her number or something. I am just a engineering student who rarely interacted with girls, with people for that matter, and therefore in the name of the engineering men community, I just didn’t want to miss the chance to talk to a girl.

I was in the final year of my engineering and e and my batch mates  were on our last trip of the college.

“We should go to Kasauli” Anuj proposed.

“Why do you always give such boring suggestions. Bro lets go to Ladhak.” Sid made his point.

This was the discussion in a messed up, smelly hostel room a night before our final semester exams were to start. There were around 7  guys in the room and no two people wanted to go to the same place.

I was sitting quietly in a corner as I didn’t really want to go on the trip. May be because I was too stressed about the final exams. Or just because of the fact that there were too many placement interviews I had given but received no call yet.

After a lot of argument, abuses and bromance, the destination was finalised. We planned a trip to Manali.

I had never been to Manali but the place had a very cliche image in my mind. My decision to not go on the trip became stronger.

“I am not coming. Have fun guys.” I said as I left the room.

There was a weird silence in the room as I was leaving. I made that statement in too much swag. As I stepped out of the room, the silence prevailed. Just walking a few steps towards my room, I stopped to hear the reaction of my friends. I was hoping for a cabinet meeting to be held in that room to identify the reason behind my declining to go on the trip and possible ways to convince me. But all I heard was “Should we take a train or a bus?” and voices were now lost into loud noise.

As I went to my room, I was expecting someone to come and convince me but no!!! Nobody gave a shit. It felt bad. Now I was sure about not going to that trip, even if it meant sacrificing my life, or giving up on my campus placements.

As the exams got over, I was confident that I would surely pass the exams. This confidence changed my mind and my mood,  and I decided to come on the trip. To my surprise, all my friends were happy to know that i was joining them.

All my friends got seats in B5 and since I was the last one to join the trip, I had to make Tatkal booking. I got a seat in B1. Alone. All by myself. I was regretting my call to change my decision until I found the pretty lady sitting at the opposite seat as mine.

I was pretty sure that I had almost no chance to talk to her. But no matter what, I was to tell my friends that I did talk to her and make them all jealous. Yes, you can judge me. Engineering men will relate .

It was a over night journey. As the clock hit 9, everyone around us took their respective berths and slept. But she didn’t. Nor did I. We were sitting on the side lower berth. Now, she was just looking out of the window. She had not spoken a word in past 3-4 hours. My hormones didn’t allow me to keep mum any further.

“Where are you going?” I finally dared.

“Manali”. She gave one word answer with a straight face.

“Oh me too!! With friends, its out last college trip. Are you going with friends too?” I enquired.

“No, I am on a solo trip.” She said.

“That sounds interesting. Do you go on solo trips frequently?” I asked

“This is my first.” She replied

“Okay. What do you do?”

“I have recently finished my graduation in management. Currently preparing for my masters.”

“Ohh great. I….”

Without even realizing, I spoke for 30  mins in a go and revealed all my life secret to a girl who’s name, I didn’t even know. I told her about my past. My exes. My crushes.My dreams.  How my dog bit my neighbour.

I was always fond of bla blaing but that day, I was out of limits. I was going on and on. May be because she was listening so attentively. Looking right at me, she never lost interest in what I was saying. Or may be because of the spark in her eyes. It kind of hypnotised me.

Finally when I realised that I had been speaking for too long now, I stopped and straight away asked the most stupid question a guy can ever ask.

“Have you fallen in love?”

Right after the moment these words came out of mouth, I wanted to jump off the train.

WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU DONE. I asked myself.

I was prepared for a slap or at least a couple of abuses, but after staring at me for a few seconds and realising how horrified I was for asking that question, she started to laugh.

“I can’t fall in love” was all she said while laughing.

I have heard girls avoiding relationship by giving stupids reasons like “We are just friends”  or “I want to concentrate on my exams right now” or “my parents do not approve of this” but this was different.

I wanted to ask her what she meant by that statement but after making that horrifying mistake of asking her the question at first place, I had no courage left.

After a long awkward pause, she said “I think your girlfriend was cheating on you from the very beginning.”

Now the situation was much worse than I thought. But we kept on talking and by the time we reached Manali, we knew each other quite well. She was very careful with the information she revealed but she shared enough to make me wanna know her more, better.

We got down at the Manali station. The weather was much more beautiful than I thought it to be. It was mesmerising. As soon as I stepped down at the platform, the sorrow of parting ways with her filled my heart. I did not fall for her or did not experience love at first sight, but she came out to be a mystery. A mystery I wanted to explore.

“See you around then?” she said extending her hand for a polite handshake I suppose.

I knew that I had just a couple of moments before she would leave the reach of my sight and we may never encounter again and I was staring at her like a eve teaser to let her sink in my eyes, my heart. My not reacting to her gesture made her surprised. She said- “

“Okay then, Bye!”

“You cannot do this. You cannot let her go like that.” A strong voice overpowered all my senses and I said

“Do you want to explore the place together? Just you and me? I think we will have fun together. I am sorry. Don’t take me in a wrong way. I didn’t mean that. I just want to explore Manali with you. That’s it.” As I was blabbering and blabbering, she smiled and shouted in my face “OKAY”.

I thought I had made her furious and this time, I might definitely get a tight beating but then she said “where do you want to go first?”

Those words were music to my ears. I wasted no time and carried my luggage and took my first step towards the best journey of my life. I didn’t even give it a second thought. Didn’t even inform my friends. Though later I got a lot of abuses and beatings from them but each of it was totally worth it.

The next five days were the best days of my life. I had seen a lot of good, bad and great moments in life. I spent the moments with some amazing people and a few irritating people too. But those 5 days had moments I lived with all my mind, heart and soul! It would be too predictable but yes, I fell in love with her. At least, it felt like love.

The last night on the trip, we decided to stay in at the hotel and have some drinks. I had never had so much talking to the same person in my entire life as much as I had with our throughout our trip, the thoughts didn’t seem to come end. We had a good conversation over a couple of beers. Laughed our anxieties and insecurities out, shared every possible details of our lives and shared the most comfortable silence  ever.

As the night was coming to an end and we were to take our own ways the following morning,  I gathered all my guts and told her that I had started feeling for her. No, this time I didn’t fear her hitting me. I knew she wouldn’t. But I was sure that she would come up with some reasons to let go the topic and will not acknowledge my feelings.

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As usual, she surprised me.  As I finished my words and was waiting for her to friend-zone me, she suddenly kissed me. YES, SHE DID THAT. TO ALL MY ENGINEER BROTHERS, hear that again, SHE KISSED ME. Few seconds of heaven. Few good seconds of pure awesomeness. It left me paralysed and all I could think was ‘WOW’. It was not the first kiss of my life but for sure, the best kiss of my life. And it was not the kiss that was so satisfying, it was the person it was happening with, it was the simplicity of the relationship, the moment that had nothing but just two people sinking into each other.

As it got over, I hated that it did, I wanted to talk. Wanted to know what the kiss meant. Wanted to discuss if this is the start of a journey together. Wanted to decide the names of our children. But before I could say anything, she said “I told you, I cannot fall in love.”

The world had come to an end for me. Something pierced my heart and it was bleeding. But I never said a word and spent the remaining time together in a dark, uncomfortable silence.

I thought it was an end to ‘US’. I accepted that fact with no regrets and grudges. Every moment I lived on this trip was a bonus in my life I never expected. I was happy and satisfied with the memories I had earned, a friend I made.  But since we had the same hometown, we kept on meeting every now and then and some unsaid feeling were battered each time. The meetings increased, the batter increased and one day we started living together with the full consent of our families. All these years, we never said “I love you”. Never termed or labelled our relationship. We had everything a perfect couple has but the label.

I think she was right, the girl couldn’t fall in love, may be because she didn’t need to fall in love. She didn’t need to prove her loyalty and commitment towards a relationship by shouting about it or naming it. May be none of us needs to do it. May all this hassle of meeting the society standards makes the relationships chaotic. May be we actually never fall in love. May be the we never need to fall in love with anyone. May be all we need is to fall in love with the feelings, experiences, things together. MAY BE!!!