Cost paid for anger

Nobody will love u like I loved you..you will never find someone who cares for u as much as i have cared for ....her voice echoed in his ears again n again. And slowly she faded away from his sight. He suddenly woke up. That was a dream, the same dream he have been having for the past 20 years. He wiped the sweat beads off his forehead and drank a glass of water to wake himself up from the clutches of his nightmare. 

Everyday he reminds himself that whatever she said in the dream was never true. But he knows it from the bottom of his heart, that dream was his bitter reality, which he never wanted to believe. After her, there was no one in his life. Truth is no one was as caring or loving as she was. He could never accept anything lesser than her. Rather he never wanted anything else or he never tried for anything else. That's the truth.

20 years back, he was not what he is now. He has changed a lot now. He has regretted a lot and still even now sometimes the guilt gulps him alive. He had to stand helpless that day when she left him forever. He would not have regretted, if he sees her happily living with her husband and 3 kids running around her. But she dint choose that life.

She was a shy girl who talks only to those whom she knew well and is comfortable with. So he had a tough time making her talk to him. His face book friend request took days to get accepted. Later hundreds of hi's in messenger went wasted before getting her first hi. And again more than 90 days it took to get her trust. And again more than 5 months to get the courage to ask her for her mobile number in the pretext of sending malayalam melodies. 

He couldn't call her by her name. He felt like a stranger when he tried that. So he came up with dasa n she never guessed even for a second to call him vijaya. The ease at which she was able to converse with him came us a surprise to both of them. 

They were the best of friends. The way she talked non- stop about everything under the sky was the best thing about her. It was a non stop melody for him. She always cared for him. She always reminded him never to get wet, eat on time, be on time and everything else even his parents never cared for. She was the new sunshine he has always longed for. She was sometimes a mother for him, sometimes a sister and sometimes his best buddy. There was not even a single day they spend without talking. 

For her, he was everything she wished for. The best friend, who cared for her like her father and listened to her like her brother. He was the kindest and loving person she has ever met other than her family. She was never shy or reserved with him. The best thing about him was, she could be herself around him. She never had to bother, how she looked or behaved. She never had to put conscious effort when with him. He was almost like an extended family but very close one. He was always there for her even without her asking. She felt a new level of security while going out or anywhere she went. It’s always great to have and to know that someone is watching over you.

Different people had different conclusions regarding their relationship. Some thought them as lovers, some as friends, some as brother-sister. But both of them never bothered to define their relationship. 

One day while talking to her, he asked her hand in marriage. She brushed it aside like a joke. And he never left it at that. He kept on asking her and always she laughed it off. They both did this for almost an year. And it took her an year to say yes to him. 

That was the best day in both of their lives. They cried with joy while talking. And it was amazing to know, how they both understood each other's minds and act accordingly. They were perfect for each other in every way. Like someone said, perfect things never lasts, this too never lasted. 

After few months, things changed. He started showing anger and resentment. And she never knew for what. She never understood the reasons behind all those angry words. Every day she goes to bed crying. She was shocked to see a different person in the one whom she put all her faith and love.

 She couldn't be herself anymore around him. She never knew what new thing is going to come up for a fight. So she was extra careful about everything she did and spoke. She was dying inside every day. The worst thing is he hates whatever she was before her 'yes'. She in order to make him happy started pushing away her likes just to please him. Even then he found something else to point out and blame. She never understood how a person could change so drastically within few months.

She started telling him to be more kind and soft and his behavior is hurting her. But the more she said, the more he went worst. He showed more anger and blamed her for his behavior. He felt, it's not worth listening to her.  She used to miss her vijayan so badly. She started to live in her good old memories. And tears were her only company. 

One day, he scolded her in public and she couldn’t stop her tears. It was the most embarrassing situation in her life. She couldn't bear anymore. That day was the last day she spoke to him. But he still remember her words-"nobody will love u like i loved you. You will never find someone who cares for u as much as i have cared for ...."

She blocked his number and face book account and everything else he could contact her. He tried contacting her in many ways after that. But it all went vain. 

After a month, while on work, he got a call from matron office to keep a body after post-mortem. It was of a girl who did suicide. His shift was getting over and already it was past 8.30 pm. And then the nurse told him to carry on as the night shift people has taken that body already after post-mortem. And she apologized for the miscommunication. 

While getting down he saw two familiar faces.  And he wondered why they were there all teary eyed. He went near them and the elder man as soon as he saw him slapped him hard on face and handed a letter from his pocket. It read- i loved only one truely and dreamt a life with him. If i can't make my dream come true, is it worth living? I failed miserably in life. I just want to stop my tears forever. I don't want to cry anymore. I can never live with the pain of missing him. It's hurting like a thousand pins in my heart. I am sorry appa. Please don't hate him. He is good at heart and i couldn't see it i think. I spoiled his life too appa.."  It was her father and brother who stood teary eyed there. 

He couldn't complete the letter. And he was shivering like a leaf. He tried to run back to mortuary but his legs and body was all numb. He tried to walk but he couldn't see anything. The whole hospital was going blank in front of him. He somehow reached mortuary and they have already kept her body inside. The smell of spirit and formalin and all the chemicals was never new to him. But today, he felt it all strong, too strong and new. He walked to the box. He went and saw it only once. The one person whom he never wanted to lose was here, turning blue. He tried to cry. But no tears came. He wanted to scream. But no sound came from his mouth. He was going pale. Last thing he saw was her face before he went all blank. 

When he opened his eyes, all his friends were there. They were just speaking to each other and nobody noticed him opening his eyes. He tried to get up and suddenly they all came forward. His best friends held his hand and tried to console him. He was inconsolable. They too dint know how to pacify him. They knew, a part of his heart is dead, and it has gone beyond revival. She was cremated when he was in hospital. He never wanted to be there to see her turn ashes in front of him.  

He was discharged two days later. He went home and his friends were staying with him for few days. All were worried about him being silent. It still never sank into him that she was not there. He started reading her letter again. Even in that, she was supporting him. She always has been doing that. His tears were making the letter wet. His best friend came forward and kept the letter in the side table and told him to forget the past and move on. 

It was never easy to move on neither was it easy to forget the past. The only person who cared genuinely for him will no more be there. The only person whom he loved truly is gone forever. 

He went to bed that day to wake up after few hours. Nobody will love u like i loved you. You will never find someone who cares for u as much as i have cared for ....her voice echoed in his ears. And slowly she faded away from his sight. He suddenly woke up screaming. And it's then he realized, that was the worst dream ever in his life. He couldn't sleep after that. Hundred thoughts were running in his mind. If he has controlled his anger, maybe she would never have left him. If she hasn’t left him, she would have been still alive. 

The next day he woke up. After freshening up, first thing he did was he went and registered for his degree course. She always wanted him to do that, but he never listened or cared to do that. Within 3 years, he is going to be a degree holder. 

He wasn't shouting at his parents or anyone anymore. She never liked that too.  Now he is good at controlling anger. He is changing for her. 

It's 20 years now. Not even once he got angry even being a police officer. In the department he was always praised for his patience. And he always knew, what he has paid for that. Somewhere she will be watching him. And he knew, she is happy about his change. 

THE BROKEN WING: MENDED

She was a girl, who had dreams, lot of dreams. When talking about her dreams, past tense suits the best. A girl with lot of love and passion. And that was very clear in her bright charming kajal defined eyes. Very talkative and a fun girl she was. Mostly like a butterfly giving and spreading joy. There were hardly anyone who hated her.

Everyone thought, only the best will come for her. Everyone assured the same, throughout. Rest of the story reveals the truth though..

She was very romantic and a delicate girl. Like every other girl in twenties, she too dreamed a lot about her prince charming. She dreamed of long walks in the beach holding hands and watching sun kiss the beautiful ocean. She dreamed of never ending talks deep enough to understand each other's soul. She dreamed of never ending kisses till the last wick of the last candle submerged in that paraffin liquid. She dreamt of a family who considers her as their own daughter and not as the wife of their son. She dreamt of kids, a lot of them running around in their garden. Her dreams were never ending and they were never chained.

When at last he came, that turned out to be a prince of disaster. She never realised that, coz she was busy loving him for what he was. But nothing was good enough for him. He took away all that she had from her. Her charm, her smile, her love, her nonstop talks,her beauty and everything that was hers, was taken away by that man who was wicked and cunning.He tortured her for nothing but his pleasure. Her cries and her pain made him more happy than her smile.Every inch of her body was tortured for his physical and sexual pleasure leaving her with blood and stains..

She never complained to anyone. She was still not able to remember hurting even an ant for pleasure. And still she was questioning her self, what has she done to go through all this pain. She still stayed as his loyal dog not telling about her plight to anyone. 

Everyone thought that she lived 'happily ever after', after her marriage. She too never thought that, happily ever after was just a myth. But her life proved that there was no happily ever after. 

Three months was all that she could bear him. But she and everyone else who knows her story now, know it very well that, even though it was just 3 months in calendar, it was a whole 30 year trial that she has gone through with him.

She kept mum for everything except one thing. It happened when she got pregnant with her first kid from him. When he got to know that she was pregnant, he asked her to give him money for paying off his debts with one of his so called business partner, with whom he occasionally sleeps. She never was left with anymore money, as everything was looted by him and his family. When he realised that she don't have anymore money, he told her to kill their kid and demanded divorce. That came as a shock for her. She never could understand how he could ever tell something like that about their first kid. It’s then she realized, it's high time she tell her parents.

Then she told the whole story to her parents from the start and they heard it with tears rolling down their cheeks and they promised her that, they will never ever let him touch her. Their warmth and love was the only thing that kept her going forward after that. She realized other than her dad and brother, she can trust no other man. She will have no other man in life. For her, all men are same except for two men in her life. She hated everymen. She hated love, romance, smile, kiss everything. Everything that was once dear to her became her worst nightmare ever. She never wanted a man in her life, coz of the scars her marriage has left on her.

She was devastated. She was worried about her unborn baby and her failed marriage. She went into depression soon after. She ate only to keep the baby fine. She never cried in front of her parents. When with them, she strongly made them believe that she was fine. She gave them courage that she will be fine. But when she got back to her room, she cried her heart out. And spoke to her unborn baby. She loved her kid. She sang for the kid, she told stories and she told how much fun they will have in future together. She lived for the kid in her womb.

But one day, when her mom came to room, she was shocked. Her bed was covered in blood and she was unconscious. She was rushed to the nearest hospital. There she was taken to labour room. And she woke up hours after and realized she lost her baby and she could never stop crying.

All the pain she went through was for nothing. She lost the only thing that made her move on in life. She was more depressed than ever. She never smiled after that. Her tears also dried up. She dint cry to let out the pain. She never talked much after that. Nothing she did after that in fact. She just lived like a log.

Inorder to change her from this depression, her parents made her join her forever dream, "Ph.D". The first one year, she never talked much, smiled, or laughed. She talked to all. All were her friends and she was a friend to all. But she was changing day by day after that. She was definitely a survivor, who was recovering from depression by her own, without even letting others know.

Mending a broken wing will never make it the same, but still it's worth it...

THE CHOCOLATE BOX

It’s too bright in my new world. I found it tough to open my teeny weeny little eyes. Through my half-opened little eyes, I saw them….Angels!!! Dressed in white….staring at me in wonder…Suddenly one of those so called angels pulled me by my leg and gave two slaps on my back…..ouchhh…. I never expected it…so gave out a loud feeble cry….Those angels in one voice said ‘Thank God’….I wondered why should they thank God when I cry…..So indifferent…So mean they are, I said to myself....

      They wrapped me in some stuff and gave me to some lady…'It’s a boy', the angel who slapped me said.Ohhh, I am a boy ! I murmured …..But why did they give me to this lady? They could have kept me with them right?? With lots of wonder and surprise I looked at that lady… I could see her eyes filled with tears, and half dried tears on her cheeks…I felt sad when she gave me a tiresome look…But she is managing to smile at me. And I too gave back a smile in response.

      I felt so much warmth in her hands.. I don’t know why I feel so secured in her hands… I feel I need nothing when she is next to me. So contended I was…

       It seems I should call her mom, and there came another guy who boasted himself as dad…May be I am their belonging…They packed all the stuff spread out there. And mom took me with her and we moved on to some other new home..

      But….later on things changed… No, no wait don’t start assuming things….I didn't mean I changed…I meant that the situations changed…I actually never saw that same happiness in her eyes after that..I don’t know the reason or reasons behind it…People started looking at me in aversion…Especially my dad, he never smiled at me or talked to me or never played with me….May be dads’ are not supposed to do all that...

      I never had many toys…I played with sand, the clay out there in front of my house, some small well shaped pebbles...And also I had some living toys too, don’t know the names clearly, but people call it something like snails, lizards etc… And many a times these lizards cheat me and go off to roof top….And starts giggling at me… I too giggled back and continue playing with other toy stuff…

       When I get hungry I go and pull my mom’s sari and she puts some eatables in a plate and gives me…i happily eat it and also feed my ‘living toys’ in the custody…

      Likewise days passed….and months….then years too….My life also kept on moving with not much change in the routine…Oh…I forgot to tell, there was one change..I became tall now….now no more lizards and snails…they are too small to play with…Now puppies kittens hens all are my good friends…We play together and eat together…Eat together doesn’t mean I eat their food, but they eat mine…

       I have a room in the house. It was my world. Nobody in my home talks to me much. Just convey things which are necessary.... Necessary, in the sense very necessary stuff. So I confine myself to that small little world in my home. Though small I like it a lot, because, it was my only refuge…There I have, one small bed and a pillow, a wooden box where I keep my dress my toys etc and also a small chair and a table. My pillow is my best friend…whenever I feel sad I just run to my pillow, hug it and cry till no more tears are left...And you know what, when I hug my pillow, I could feel the warmth of care only a mother could give, and my mother’s warm touch is still there hidden in my (unforgotten) memory…

      And one day a nanny came home and was talking to mom…I overheard their talk through the window sill…but nothing was clear…except for a few words.... Words like school compulsory etc…What is school??I have no idea about that … And when nanny got down she saw me, and came near and said “you are 6 years old now, tomorrow onwards you can go to school. I will take you to school tomorrow. Wear the best dress you have ...”

      That whole night I was pondering over the word school…what it could be? Is it some other world like my home, where I have to create my own small little world? Will the people over there come and talk to me or will I be kept isolated? What will I do going there? I slept off before I could find answers for my never ending questions.....

      I got up early in the morning, and was so excited about school. You might be thinking, what’s there in school for me to be so excited, right?? You know, it’s the first time I am going to see some other place other than my home…And I got ready and wore my best ‘possible’ trousers and shirts. And started waiting for that nanny… She came with a small slate and some pieces of thin white colored chalk pieces and gave it to me and told to keep with me....Wow!!!! Is it for me I asked her, she said yes……I felt so happy…I can’t remember anyone who gave me things to keep it for myself…maybe it’s because this is the first time…..

      She held my hand and we walked….And after some time we reached a thatched building…There were too many rooms that were too closely packed…May be this is school, I thought. Nanny took me to a class and introduced me to the teacher there...and nanny bid me bye...And teacher patted my shoulder and took me to the second bench and made me sit near a girl…When I sat next to her she first frowned at me.....And with her chalk piece, she drew a line in the desk and whispered in my ears, ‘this is my place, keep your hands away’. I was wonder stuck by this… I thought it’s compulsory to draw lines in the desk like this. So I too took my brand new chalk and drew lines, and whispered in her ears, ‘this is my place, but u can keep your hands’. She looked at me in surprise and smiled at me….And I knew, if she counted, she could have easily counted all my 26 teeth…

      Everyday I used to wait for school time, just to see my new friend. It's really different when you have someone to talk with and that person listens to each word of yours with great surprise and laughs with you for the silliest of your jokes… Those were the beginning of the wonderful days in my life. Later I realized it was just only my wish.

       I always felt that I go to school just to see her or to be with her…The happiness I get when I sit  beside her was something always new to me. To be frank I feel it’s tough to put that happiness in words, because, it has to be only experienced .... Our friendship was the one that was most envied by everyone in the class. Every day she comes to school with a candy, and she shares it with me…Whenever I get a colored feather or crystal stone, I keep it for her. We became very close, as days passed.

       I hate Friday evenings. It is tough to be at home during weekends. I will be in my room doing nothing, the whole two days. It’s not fair if I say I do nothing. I will be planning what should I tell her on Monday morning to make her laugh. It’s during this time I started doing drawings. I never went for a drawing class. But simply started drawing for time pass. The first picture I drew was her’s. It can’t claim to be the perfect picture I have ever done, but still that was perfect for me. Her image was too very clear in my mind, and I found it easy for me to draw. And I waited for Monday morning to show her that picture.

      I woke up that day morning, hearing lots of noises in my home. I didn't know why all were running around inside my home. And I could hear my mom’s screams from her room. I didn’t know why she was crying so badly.... I thought she got hurt or something. I didn’t know what was going on. And then saw my dad and few others taking my mom somewhere. Nobody noticed me. I was standing near the doorsteps watching them taking my mom in an ambulance. And I was left all alone in that big house. Nobody here… No one…What am I supposed to do??????

       I just didn't know what to do. Then hour hand just struck 7. It was then I realized it’s a Monday morning. I ran to see my drawing. Yes it’s perfectly alright. But how would I go to school? Nobody is at home. I sat there near the doorsteps, waiting for somebody to come. But nobody came… hours passed….I was tired with hunger and thirst. I went to kitchen. I didn't expect any food there. But still I searched for some food. Wooh, I found it….The previous day's half eaten dosa left by me. I took the plate and suddenly a lizard jumped out from the plate and went hiding…looked like it was enjoying its breakfast...Sorry, me too very hungry, I told the lizard and left a small piece of my dosa and went on to have the rest.

      By evening my mom and dad was back home…Mom was perfectly alright…But she is having something in her hand, something which was wrapped in some white colored towel…Oh, may be some gift for me…They went into their room and I followed them, and was too curious to know about the gift. I just stood near the door and started peeping ... Then my mom called me inside. I went inside hesitantly … in small and soft footsteps.... And she kept her gift in the bed, and then I saw it……It’s a small baby… She told, ‘it’s your sister.’

      Oh……I was surprised or shocked...I repeated to myself that it’s my sister… I felt too attached to that little one…I got someone whom I can call as mine…Now I will not be alone in this home. I can play with my sister…My joy knew no bounds…I went to my room and jumped with joy…I was so excited about this…I can tell my friend also about my baby sister…Does she have one too, like me? But she never told me about her sister…. I went to bed that day with so much of happiness…For a long time I was wide awake trying to catch sleep…But slept of in between.

      I woke up early, and ran to see my little sister…She is not awake yet… I stood looking at her for some time, and saw her smiling in her sleep…she was definitely dreaming … I too smiled and left to get ready…

     I reached school earlier than usual…Waited eagerly for my friend to come…The first bell rang…She didn't come…Second bell rang…And now class was going to start…Class teacher came….Why she is not yet here…My mind was restless. I stared through the window…and no sign of her…I was too very sad and dejected…I didn’t know what better word can explain my feeling…Teacher started taking attendance….And to my surprise today she didn't call her  name at all…Teacher would've missed her name…I thought I should remind her…And I got up and told teacher ….Then she smilingly said, ‘I didn't forget her name. She had shifted to another school in the outskirts of the village.’

      Those words were like a thunder burst for me…I wouldn't let her change the school like that…She was the only friend I got…And it must be same with her too, I'm the only friend she got, right…I sat there lifeless…Did she know we couldn't see each other anymore ? Did she cry when they took her to another school? Would she come back to see me? Though I knew, I have no answers; I just couldn’t stop questioning myself… Tears rolled down my cheeks and fell on my slate….What I didn't notice was, my drawing too was getting erased….

      After the class the watchman came and informed me that I had to go to office. There my class teacher was waiting for me with a box in her hand… She gave it to me and told ‘your friend came yesterday with her parents. She wanted to say good-bye to you. But you didn't come yesterday, so she left this for you.’ I opened it then and there…It was a box of chocolates, the same variety of chocolates that we share every day…. 

The Emptiness

               At once, I went blank. I felt I was in the dry dessert or may be in the vast ocean with no life boats…

                I couldn’t believe my ears. Did he say that???I doubted…I pinched myself, to realize that it wasn’t a dream. This means, a part of me, my soul its dead…….

                I have to withdraw..But from what?? Another big question…Withdraw from loving him or from talking to him…I know the first one is impossible...I have tried it and failed in it many times. Then the second one, I have to do it for his happiness…Yes….I have to do...

                I again recalled what he said last day…'I want to stop talking to you..I am feeling guilty. I wanted to do this even before….but, I didn’t..Whatever I am coming across, says me to stop talking to you…I don’t know how far it’s possible...But I have to do it…’.These were his words…..

              Now only thing before me is his happiness...He should no more feel guilty..I started thinking deeply…

               As I go deep into my mind, I could feel the bleeding heart….The salty tears never had an end…But when I think about his happiness, I know this pain is nothing…I should bear it for him, for his happiness…

I said to myself, ’dare not go even in his dreams..My shadow itself can scare him’.

              This pain is terrible…..The pain of separation….It’s like a dagger stabbed into my little heart….The wound is a wound, unhealed forever..

               Even in the midst of all this, I wished I could get a single missed call or a message beep from him…But…none came…I felt I am all alone in this world…Nobody is there even to console me..

               Days passed….Months passed….And with no much change the year end also nearing….I waited with a bag full of hope….At least a single message could have come on New year eve….But nothing came…..Two things were empty till the end, my mind and my inbox…..I could never live long with my ever empty inbox…..

                               Now my body is also empty, as the soul has departed….

THE UNEXPECTED FRIEND

In life, certain things come without even knocking the door…. We always wonder, who gives the permission… But if the things prove good for us, we forget about when and how they entered our life…isn't it ! This is also about such an ‘entrance’, how an unknown person became a very good friend of mine …..

          Everything began in FB…(oopsy….no confusions, its facebook)….To be frank, things are still going on in Facebook and I was new to it …And I hardly knew what to do with such a social networking site….And like everyone else out here, I too started searching for my old classmates, batch-mates etc….I swear to god, I searched only for them…..

        Likewise one week passed…..And I succeeded in making nearly 195 friends….these include my cousins, juniors, seniors and class mates..And I was kinda, on the run to increase the number of friends in my friends list…But didn’t dare to send a friend request to someone I didn’t know….

            I too used to get many such friend requests… And most of them were boys… As it’s a common thing in social networking sites these days, boys searching for girls and  vice-versa……I am no one to question it, and I am not daring too….. but exceptional cases could also be there, like  me…… Most of those unknown friend requests are still left unattended ….

            And that was the day…..To my surprise I got a poke, that day…when I saw the name in my gmail notification, I thought why did this girl poked me…with hell lot of confusions, I opened my FB account. Though this poke didn’t hurt me physically, I must say I was hurt… And when I checked the account it was a boy !!….I could never imagine a boy poking me, and that to an unknown one… how dare he do that..

             To be frank, at that time I didn’t lose my temper for poking me. Instead I felt sad….The first thought that came to my mind was, does this boy hate me? But he can’t hate me without knowing me right…so I consoled myself…Then what could be this boy’s problem…..I dared to ask him openly…..

And I asked him too……

It all began then n there……..

             He was kinda cool guy…But provoking kind….His each message provoked me to reply back….But was not ready to accept what he has done…..He really did have a good sense of humor, and many a times I found myself laughing unknowingly…..

          At last I ended up giving my gmail-id for chatting. Can’t imagine me doing that right? Hmmm, actually even I couldn’t imagine. But I gave it, with no second thought…And to be open, I was asking myself a 100 times, why the hell am I chatting with someone whom I don’t even know….. But, chatting with him was lots of fun. So I conveniently pushed back all those popping thoughts….

           In the mean time, he even sent a friend request too..But I think it was my ego that didn’t allow me accept it for a couple of days…Every time he reminded me about his request, seemingly I was ignoring it. But in heart of hearts, I felt like accepting it then and there, but just did some show-off for two days, that’s all. The third day, I accepted it, during the lunch time….

              I was too happy to get such a friend…..I don’t  know whether I can address him as friend, as it was just two or three days since we’ve met. For the convenience sake, let’s call this Mr.Unexpected as a  friend….But to be frank, I really do consider this Mr. Unexpected as friend…(no comments please !)

           Who doesn’t like to have such a friend, who is understanding, caring, considerate, jovial, cool etc etc…..?? It’s almost like he is a mirror image of myself….Our likes, our dreams, our thoughts all come under a single umbrella. And to be true to myself, you rarely find such so called ‘coincidences’.

              But there are differences too…. He loves mathematics, whereas I just hate it…. And I am yet to find other differences…But in fact differences are nothing in friendship…As understanding these differences makes “just-friends” the “best friends”. Isn’t it !

         Though it was just two or three days, I get a strange feeling that we knew each other from our childhood. For your kind information, this was his comment and not mine… But what he said was almost true….we feel too good talking to each other.. relaxed….And you know what, time just flies while talking to him….

            He is different from any other boy I have seen out there. He respects others emotions and feelings. The quality you hardly see in other boys, right ? Yes that’s why I say he is different…

            And to the girls out there, the one who marries him is the luckiest on earth. I swear girls…..He will consider you as the princess of his heart….What more do we need in this earth??? eh?? And ‘Congratulations’ in advance to that princess, whom he is waiting for….

            As a friend I sincerely pray for him, to get all his wishes fulfilled. Because he really deserves a lot more than you think…  I’m thankful to FB, for giving such a wonderful friend. This simply proves that unexpected things are not always bad….And they are wonderful sometimes…. Just like this friend…

         And one day, while chatting he told, he has sent his angel to get my mobile number from me in person….And I thought may be really angels do work for such good hearted people ! And every day I peep through  my window in the night just to see whether any angel is waiting to get in…. But, none came yet..So I am still waiting for that angel, though I know angels can’t come…