The Proposal…

Annie woke up early in the morning. As usual, first thing she did was checked her mobile. There was a message, “I Love You!” it read. It was from Steven. She smiled and rolled her eyes. She texted him back "I Love You too!".

On her way to the kitchen she saw a dozen red roses kept in the hall. They were beautiful. With the bouquet there was a teddy bear and a note that read "Go to the Fairy Dress Store across the street." Annie made a puzzled face and read it three times to be sure of what it said. She got ready to go to the Fairy Dress Store.

When she reached the dress store, and met the person at counter, the person smiled and said, "Oh you are here for your dress?" "I guess so!" Annie was dumbfounded.
The storekeeper returned from inside the store with a box wrapped in red. He smiled at her and handed her a note. "What's this?" Annie asked. "I'm just supposed to hand you that, girl. Have a good day" replied the storekeeper.

On her way home Annie opened the note:

Annie,

I hope you like the pretty flowers I had sent. Go home and get dressed up. The car will pick you up at 5pm.

Love Steven
P.S. I love you!

Annie was unable to speak. Happy tears rolled down her eyes. What a wonderful person she had found. When she reached home she opened the box that had the dress inside. It was beautiful yellow dress. The skirt was above the knee and tasteful. She spun around in it after trying it on several times. This was just too much.
After she was ready in the evening she went downstairs and as she walked outside, a chauffer greeted her. "Good evening Ms. Annie. He opened the door for her. She stepped into the car and to her surprise Steven was sitting inside smiling at her.
"The dress looks much more beautiful now when my sweetheart wears it." he said greeting her with a kiss.
"Love you honey" she said.

He held her in his arms. She told him about her day and how sweet he'd been. As they were approaching their location Steve handed over a small rectangular box, "Oh, this is for you."
"Steve, you've done enough already". She said.
"Well open it!" he said excitedly.
Inside the box was a beautiful diamond necklace and earrings to match. They fit perfectly. The necklace was a single diamond teardrop as well that just accented the dress. "Oh, Steve, it's beautiful. Thank you so much." She kissed him long this time.
"I'm glad you like them." he smiled to himself and kissed her again.

As she stepped outside the car, she wasn’t quite sure of where they were. A gentleman met them outside. He seemed to know Steve and asked if they were ready to go. Steve put his arm around her and they followed the man. Annie could not believe it! It was a helicopter.

"You ready to fly?" Steve asked and gave her a wink.
"Steve!" she squealed. She'd been on many planes, but never a helicopter ride.
They got inside and buckled up. As they lifted off of the ground she noticed herself becoming surprisingly nervous. He took her hand and it made her feel warm and safe. It was time for sunset, and everything seemed magical. She said "It's beautiful"
"So are you" he said. It was hard to hear over the propellers, but she could read his lips without a problem.
"I love you." She said and they kissed.
"Can you hear me loud enough Annie? Will you marry me?" He said.
"What?" she said not sure she heard him clearly. Her eyes crinkled up. He loved when she did that.
"I said. Will you marry me Annie?" He pulled out a small box. He had had it in his pocket the whole time.
"OH MY GOD!" she screamed.
"I kind of need an answer here." he said.

"Oh yes... I mean... Of course I will" she laughed and he laughed. He placed the beautiful ring on her finger. "I am so glad you said yes, having you in my life was the best thing that ever happened to me.”

Steve had rented a private room in the restaurant. It was filled with beautiful red and white candles and they had soft music of piano played. She loved the way he looked in candle light. Just flawless.
"I wanted to make sure you remembered this day forever," he said.

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When love calls…

She: Hello
He : Just needed to talk to someone!

She: I'm there for you always.
He : I know.

She: What's wrong?
He : I like her so much, but I don't know what to do!

She: Just talk to her.
He : I don't think that's a good idea. She will never like me.

She: Don't say like that, you are really amazing.
He : Just want to tell her about my feelings..

She: Then why don’t you tell her?
He : I know she won't like me..

She: How can you be so sure?
He : Just like that, I feel so.

She: Well, I would suggest you to just tell her.
He : What should I tell her?

She: Tell her how you feel and how much you like her.
He : I kind of say that to her everyday!

She: What do you mean by that?
He : I love her and I'm always with her.

She: I can understand how you feel, I too have a somewhat similar problem. And I know he will never like me!
He : Hold on a sec, whom do you like?

She: There's this guy..
He : I am sure she won’t like me!

She: She surely does!
He : And how can you be so sure about that?

She: Just because, who wouldn't like a guy like you?
He : You..

She: I never thought you could be so wrong, I love you!
He : I love you too!

She: So tell me, are you going to talk to her?
He : I suppose I just did!

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Took my breath away!

I still remember every details of that night when it all started. Steve, a friend of mine had bought a house. It was an old house and it had creaks and moans. But the price at which it was offered, was very attractive and he could not turn down.

Steve called Ron and me to his place for dinner, a day after shifting to his new house. After dinner Steve invited us for a game of billiards in the basement. We played a game or two and then Ron and me decided to leave.

A week passed by, but Steve never showed up. Whenever we called him up, he gave us some excuse and stayed back at home. Ron asked me, “Did you notice something unusual that night when Steve called us?” It wasn’t that I did not notice. That night Steve played brilliantly, every shot he took was perfect and echoes of clapping was heard after every shot he played. But I thought may be it was the sound produced by the clashing of the billiard balls. But Ron said, "Even I heard someone clapping.” The forgotten feeling of dread was suddenly back and it ran through my veins like poison turning my blood cold.

We decided to stay a night at Steve’s place and find out what exactly was going on and why a guy like him who always used to hang around with us stayed back at home nowadays. “May be he has got someone much more closer than we are to him”, said Ron. So one night Ron and me went to his place. It was clearly visible that Steve was not quite pleased by our presence. He greeted us with an uncomfortable smile. We sat for dinner. It was just three of us but we felt the presence of someone else there too. Suddenly I sensed a sweet fragrance, I asked Steve what fragrance was that, but he said, “ Fragrance? I smell nothing!” As soon as he finished saying that, a mild rush of air blew away the sweet fragrance.

After dinner we went to sleep. I could hardly sleep thinking about the fragrance. Suddenly at around midnight, Ron slipped into my room and told me Steve was not there in his room. Both of us came to the hall, we looked across the dimly lit corridor, but he wasn’t there too. Then we heard someone playing billiards in the basement. We went to see. We saw Steve playing, but surely he wasn’t alone. He was talking and smiling with someone we couldn’t see. We heard a female laughter. Steve looked happy and carefree like he was before. Suddenly Steve’s eyes feel on us. A gush of wind blew across our face and the room was quite again. Steve invited us to play with him, hesitantly!

It was nearly 2 A.M. I went back to my room. The next thing I remember was Ron calling me in the morning. While going back home we asked Steve about what was going on and that he can tell us all, but he said, “What are you guys talking about?” So we decided to leave. Just when I was about to open the front door, Ron asked me, “ Then whatever we felt and heard was just our misconception?” I answered, “Maybe.” Just at that moment, a female voice whispered into my ear “I AM HERE…….”  The feeling of fear slid down my throat like a cold steel blade taking my breath away!

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The Babri Masjid Controversy

The Ayodhya issue is a political, historical and socio-religious debate. The controversial issue of Ram Janambhoomi and Babri Masjid has always been a big influence on Indian politics for several decades.

The disputed land at Ayodhya in Faizabad district of Uttar Pradesh has always played major role in disturbing the communal harmony of India. The main issues revolve around access to the birthplace of the Hindu God Rama, the history and location of the Babri Mosque at the site, and whether a previous Hindu temple was demolished or modified to create the mosque.

Can’t we strive towards Hindu-Muslim unity, rather than fight over such things which ultimately trigger the selfish motives of some political parties?

The fact is we have never endeavoured to come together to adjust our differences and to live as friends bound to one another as children of the same sacred soil.

Undoubtedly, India must remain a nation where respect for pluralism, for differences, for social variety is respected. No community should feel unsafe or unwanted. India does not belong to any single group of Indians, least of all to any group of religious extremists. It belongs to a mosaic of linguistically and culturally varied communities. Let us leave no stone unturned in turning the fragile unity of India into something deeper and more enduring. Let us create an environment where Indians can fight for a common good - for an inclusive vision that transcends religious frictions and divisions - that holds great promise for the vast majority. Let us once again dream as did the greatest martyrs of the Indian freedom movement and work for the systematic reconstruction of our society on a new and better basis.

Without your love

It was a Saturday night and Ronit couldn’t think of a better way than going out for dinner with his childhood sweetheart Poonam, to sort out the quarrel that they had last night. Ronit sensed there was something seriously wrong this time because of the painful silence they shared between them. After dinner was over they were driving back home. Poonam asked Ronit to pull over because she wanted to talk. She told him that it’s not working for them anymore and her feelings had changed, so probably it was time to move on.

A silent tear slid down Ronit’s cheek as he slowly reached into his pocket and passed her a folded note. At that moment, a drunk driver was speeding down that very same street. He swerved right into the drivers seat, killing Ronit.

Miraculously, Poonam survived. Remembering the note, she pulled it out and read it.

" Without your love, I would die."

My first and last love

I still remember every detail of that night. How we got in that fight. From the very first time we spoke, until I knew there was no more hope. Well this is the story about my first and last love!

 

She was my everything. She was always there to wipe away my tears and support  me to fight away my fears. But now I sit alone and ask myself, why she had to leave? Didn’t she know I couldn’t live without her? Why didn’t she tell me what she was going through? I guess she did really hide it well! That night she called me. I remember every word she said. It keeps going over and over in my head.

 

I kept yelling at her to tell me what was going on. I told her not to do anything she knew was stupid and wrong. She told me one more time that she loved me but SHE HAD TO GO. Then there was silence on the other end of the phone. I sat there and cried until I heard the dial tone. Then I got up and ran to her house.

 

When I got there I saw my love just lying there, but it wasn’t her anymore. I still want to know what she did that for? It has been one year since that day, since she thought she had to go away. And here I sit on her grave, with my head down in the ground crying as my hands are going over her name.

 

I still love her more than ever and I can’t take this anymore. I take the pills out of my pocket and I take them one by one, until the whole thing is gone. I sit here and wait; I know it won’t be long. I sit with a smile on my face knowing all this pain will soon go away, and I will be with her to stay.

 

I look at her picture once more and then all of a sudden there she is. I cry happy tears knowing we will now be together forever. And no one can take her away! NOT EVER!

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She never leaves me alone!

Someone ,
Is so possessive about me
Never leaves me isolated
In crowded areas
Accompany me always
In my solitude !

Someone,
Is so concerned about me
Tempt me always
To share the unshared words with her
Because others wont comprehend
What I really mean!


When I try ,
To build relations with others
She ensures me that
They are all ordinary people
Drenched in their own self interest
Just making friendship with me .. !!

I am your truth
I am your companion

Yes, My Loneliness never leaves me alone ever!!

Hidden

Yesterday I spent the full day with my girl,
What a feeling it was to see her smile and blush,
We were two birds free to explore the skies,
It all felt so beautiful and nice.

I travelled 7 hours to meet her now,
My heart beating faster and now time was slow,
I called her and told her I am here,
The joy and excitement had to be there.

Then she came from the back to surprise me,
Wow!! More beautiful than any girl I have ever seen,
She smiled and hugged me with all the love,
The skies were celebrating the union of the doves.

Her eyes mesmerized my senses hypnotized,
Her smile was a beautiful poem unexpressed,
Her blush made a new meaning of beauty,
I was like the priest and she my Goddess-deity.

We talked all day and all night long,
Her voice was like the best ever heard song,
Her touch made me feel warm and secure,
What a feeling it was to be with my dear.

Feelings and emotions for her, hidden inside,
Further rules I couldn’t abide
I kissed her tender lips, slowly, I motioned toward her,
Holding her close to my heart.

Softly, I bring her head to mine,
Faintly whispering the only words that come to mind,
"I love you."

Little did he know…!!

When Rohan and Priyanka looked into each other’s eyes for hours holding hands for the first time, little did Rohan know that after six years it would be so uncomfortable to look into each other’s eyes even for a fraction of a second.

The first kiss on each others lips, the endless and tender hug, roaming around the entire house with Priyanka on his back, taking her in his arms, dancing with each other to the tune of a romantic instrumental, fighting with each other and then rolling with laughter - all these came as a flashback suddenly when Rohan met Priyanka after almost three years of their break up. When they were in love, the entire world didn’t seem to have existed for them. Lost in each others thoughts and love. Every time they hugged each other, Priyanka used to murmur, “ Please never leave me Rohan, I won’t be able to live without you.” And Rohan used to reply in an assuring voice “Sweetheart, in this false world of false truths, I know only one thing true… I’d give up everything just to be with you.” Priyanka felt the safest when she was in his arms and there was no place for anyone else between them. But, now it has become an unbridgeable gap between the two of them. 

Promises to see each other grow old together and innocent hearts were broken. Nothing seemed to work out, when they had to go through a phase of long distance relationship. Rohan did almost everything he could have, to never let go his love. He went to meet her almost across the country, just to make things right. Just to see that love in her eyes for him once again. He never realized that things had changed so much. Still with an everlasting hope, he kissed her saying everything would be perfect again sweetheart, before boarding his train back home…

But little did he know, that it would be the last time their lips ever touched each others, that this goodbye didn’t mean only till tomorrow, but for a lifetime…

Escape...

Sometimes I find myself in the crossroads of my life. I don’t want to get stuck in the monotonous life. I just want to escape, to escape the way I feel and all the confusion that’s in my head, I want to walk away and forget how I feel and just be free from it all...

But I know I can’t, because there is NO escape from myself!!!

Every day right from the moment I get up, I am either chasing some goal or trying to escape some responsibility; either fighting my past or struggling to shape my future.

When bad stuff happens to me, I often get discouraged, screaming inside myself saying, “why me?” I am tired of living as a debt slave. I feel like a puppet that can see his strings. I want to escape from all this.

Sometimes I am in collision with solitude, in search of myself inside my own senses.

Sometimes the space invites me upwards and a dismal shadow tries to take me to my past from which I am always trying to escape.

But I know I can’t, because there is NO escape from myself!!!

For years I have thought of escaping from myself, but in the process I found out that it’s actually the dysfunctional society that’s poisoning us both physically and emotionally which I want to escape from. I hate living in a society that is so judgemental and conformist, a society where money and greed overwhelm the need for love and peace among us.

Stopped raising Questions…!!

I am alienated from this world. When everyone around is talking about gadgets, movies, celebrities, bikes, hairstyles, trends. I am quite, maybe I know nothing about these things, may be these things mean nothing to me.
 

And then I think why I can’t extract happiness from these things, why can’t I enjoy life like others. But then in search of Answers I stop raising Questions…

My friends contact me only, when they need help in studies. I pray that there is no free lecture in university, so how will I spend free time alone, but I am not afraid of being alone, I am afraid of being lonely !!

When I am sad, they give me 2 doses of ‘Cheer up’ medicine, without knowing the reason why am I so! Each day I am contacting, each day I am coming within myself, each day I am burying myself.

When you came into my life, I gave you all I had, because you were all what I had. I gave you the dignity, grace, love, care, everything. I spoilt my relationship with those, who don’t care for your grace. I burnt all my bridges. But you remained unconcerned to me, just like everyone else, you maintained relations with those whom I spoilt my relations for you. You call my feeling untrue, unreal and dishonest…. Is it really so? But then in search of Answers I stop raising Questions…

I was all to myself again. The walls I made against the flood of tears, was beginning to weaken, as at the end of the day I am also a human being. Not merely made up of bones and flesh but of feelings and emotions too.

P.S: The innocence of childhood love is often spoilt by the practical views when we grow up.