Two sides of a coin!
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It's being raining since long! I hate rains. The dirt all around. The rats fallen rotten on the streets simply disgusts me. I sat reading comments on my recent story. It's funny how people think all i write relates to my personal life.
In fact i had this cute girl saying that my life sounds like a perfect love story. Who would not like to hear it? I smiled and walked off.
Tonight , i watch the stars up above. All of them shining brightly. I guess the one shinning too brightly is my grandpa. I see a falling star. I do believe in wishes. What harm in simply trying out? So i made a wish.
Okay, so let me introduce myself! I am Arpita and my love story is not even a percent similar to what i write. The only talent i have is writing and Sid finds my job boring. Well i don't mind that. People have different opinions and i respect that. Sid is that kind of a person who is happy in his life. His family, his friends, his colleagues. Life set. What was i doing there? I am yet to figure it out. He has not yet officially proposed to me. I don't think that day will ever come. We don't have time for it. We are more like couples married for fifteen years. All we talk about is, his work, his life. Until i get to tell him the details of my life, he is gone. Busy again. I guess i don't mind that. In fact, this thing strikes me now.
I loved him. Love at first sight. I was in a hurry. Din't let him do crazy stuffs to royally impress me. As i always say, when you love the person, the silly bike ride to the grocery shop, feels romantic. Love is all a feeling in you. A mirage!
When you start feeling it in you, you stop looking for it outside you. You are content and happy.
On a evening, at the guddu's tea shop, he asked, " So how is your story writing going on?" I hear, you often write about Akash. He raised his eyebrow and took a sip of Ginger flavoured tea. His favourite. You know its one of my favourite names. Don't you? I replied confidently. After a long pause, he said " My colleagues love you love stories. In fact people asked me if all that was true". Arpita, just imagine what if i did all that you write in your stories? What do you mean sid? Appy, i mean to say, you portray your hero as loving and protective . The man who picks up and drops you home. Goes out for shopping. He is a little possessive too and in the stories you appreciate all that. In reality, you are an independent woman. You would not really entertain my Romeoness. But i wish you gave me one chance.
He took a deep breath and shrugged! "Uh! enough for today. Did i sound cheesy appy?
Hmm i always wanted to do all that. Buy you flowers but you are allergic. Go out for movies with you. But you fall asleep in theaters. I wouldn't mind that too. But you say , you prefer sleeping in your room. He winked! I wish to talk to you about your stories. But you never discuss them . So i avoid talking much about them."
I realized what sid said was true. Though always liked all that deep down, i never expressed it before him. I acted strong.
I realized that our story had two narrations. There was a wall we had subconsciously built between us due to our assumptions. Getting a little cheesy simply adds a pinch of salt in the story.
A warm hug, and we decided to break free. I looked at the stars and thanked the stars for fulfilling my wish to melt in my man's arms again!
In fact i had this cute girl saying that my life sounds like a perfect love story. Who would not like to hear it? I smiled and walked off.
Tonight , i watch the stars up above. All of them shining brightly. I guess the one shinning too brightly is my grandpa. I see a falling star. I do believe in wishes. What harm in simply trying out? So i made a wish.
Okay, so let me introduce myself! I am Arpita and my love story is not even a percent similar to what i write. The only talent i have is writing and Sid finds my job boring. Well i don't mind that. People have different opinions and i respect that. Sid is that kind of a person who is happy in his life. His family, his friends, his colleagues. Life set. What was i doing there? I am yet to figure it out. He has not yet officially proposed to me. I don't think that day will ever come. We don't have time for it. We are more like couples married for fifteen years. All we talk about is, his work, his life. Until i get to tell him the details of my life, he is gone. Busy again. I guess i don't mind that. In fact, this thing strikes me now.
I loved him. Love at first sight. I was in a hurry. Din't let him do crazy stuffs to royally impress me. As i always say, when you love the person, the silly bike ride to the grocery shop, feels romantic. Love is all a feeling in you. A mirage!
When you start feeling it in you, you stop looking for it outside you. You are content and happy.
On a evening, at the guddu's tea shop, he asked, " So how is your story writing going on?" I hear, you often write about Akash. He raised his eyebrow and took a sip of Ginger flavoured tea. His favourite. You know its one of my favourite names. Don't you? I replied confidently. After a long pause, he said " My colleagues love you love stories. In fact people asked me if all that was true". Arpita, just imagine what if i did all that you write in your stories? What do you mean sid? Appy, i mean to say, you portray your hero as loving and protective . The man who picks up and drops you home. Goes out for shopping. He is a little possessive too and in the stories you appreciate all that. In reality, you are an independent woman. You would not really entertain my Romeoness. But i wish you gave me one chance.
He took a deep breath and shrugged! "Uh! enough for today. Did i sound cheesy appy?
Hmm i always wanted to do all that. Buy you flowers but you are allergic. Go out for movies with you. But you fall asleep in theaters. I wouldn't mind that too. But you say , you prefer sleeping in your room. He winked! I wish to talk to you about your stories. But you never discuss them . So i avoid talking much about them."
I realized what sid said was true. Though always liked all that deep down, i never expressed it before him. I acted strong.
I realized that our story had two narrations. There was a wall we had subconsciously built between us due to our assumptions. Getting a little cheesy simply adds a pinch of salt in the story.
A warm hug, and we decided to break free. I looked at the stars and thanked the stars for fulfilling my wish to melt in my man's arms again!
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