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HeArTfElT wOrDs......................

My Dearest Wife, Segments of life do revolutionize and it alters out of the blue. The stuffs you do set to go with, by and large does not materialize. For a variation, for an enhanced prospective it formulates you to step into a pristine way. My way of life, and intend was based on an exclusive thing. The foremost tenet and fuel to my subsistence was analogous from 2004 to 2011. But there some far-reaching things transpired which just wobbled me and rendered me petrified to tackle the most loathsome episode of my life. When actuality hit me stiffly and I could not move an inch and utter a single thing then at that time I did feel that dream is just an asshole thing. The break up or whatever people may call it had made me somehow different. I got addicted to such things which say using of it injurious to health. But at that time that was the only best option for me. I was distracted, unmoved and boring. And that did affect my personal, professional life deeply. There were not

wOmEn EnPoWeRmEnT........

A man was gawking at me, He has never ending looks. He just called me towards him, And looked differently to my opened hooks.............................. I do not know what that was, But he just asked me to remain silent, I did everything as per him, And he just made me feel some thousand currents................... Tears were rolling down from my eyes, As well as some other fluids, His strong hand and athletic body, Just made a girl like me somewhat solid..................................... I cried for help by seeing every corner, But no one was there to help me out With some armor and threatening word He just warned me not to shout................................................... Few guys were there with some red color waters, But they did not do anything Because how could they miss A live performance or something................................................... When power became zero and alcohol percentage drooped, He just left me there and went away,

tEa SeLlEr BoY

It was raining Maa, It was raining................... The sun was over my head, Throwing its burning rays, But it was raining.............. I could not make out anything about it, The sun was over there but it was raining. At random I brought the mirror of cacha and ogled my face, If truth be told, there was a dire mess, Waters were falling from my eyes. Earthy aroma was not there in that rain, But there was a chain of tears and pain. Salty water made me feel I was crying And someone or something I was missing........... Melancholically, thought for a while, And became downhearted by sitting in the exile. At last got the point.... It was not raining Maa... It was not raining............ But tussling with this ruthless luck, Fulfilling never ending demands of customers.... My heart was missing your caring, Missing your love and sweet words, And I was just crying. So it’s was not raining Maa............. It’s was not raining, But your only son was crying.

eNgAgEmEnT.........

They say something in life eventuates without our core knowledge, good or bad whatever it may be. Same thing was for me also. I was somehow occupied, strange in my life, and living that as per my wish. There was not any expectation of doing something special, and eagerness to get something extra ordinary. But luck can’t give you the access to live in your way. In my view it controls you to live as per it. I had not deemed that my life will change all of a sudden and so swiftly. But it happened and in a good way. Few months ago I had seen a girl as per my parent’s wish. As per them she was utterly good for me to be my would be. At that time I had not a single bit of interest on that. Still you can’t play with the sentiment of your parent, I did say yes to that. Finally the moment came, and I saw her. She was in front of me, with a white and little bit green mixed salwar suit with eyes down. She was looking her own home’s floor as if he had not seen that before. Then I got a ch

BABooYYeeee

Raja bhai is going to marry soon and won’t we make a celebration for one last time with him to give adieu to his bachelorhood!!! That came suddenly into my freaking mind one day while working inside the plant. And the same thing had come into the minds of Raja bhai, Srikant and Babu. So how couldn't we make that happen!!!. Finally after deciding for a while we four brothers did fix a date for that memorable event. It was 12 th September I started my journey to Bangalore for the great gala from my working city Surat with uncontrollable excitements. Finally I touched Bangalore and they had come to the predefined place to receive me. We met each other after a long gap. So you can imagine how would be the situation. Here I want to tell something about the rest excluding me, so that it will be easy for all of you to identify the characters of the story. Raja Bhai is the oldest among us, then Srikant is younger to me and the last Babu is the youngest in between all of us. We four

mY hRt SaId......Ths Is It............

We cannot envisage what life is up to and where it will take you, what will come about in your near-term future. Here I am going to narrate all of you something associated with this. I was setting up myself for going home for my MBA 2 nd semester exam. But what transpired to me I do not know. Out of the blue my heart did want to meet my sweet and lovable bros, who live in Hyderabad. And abruptly I did decide to go to them. Then within 30 minutes I cancelled my ticket to home and booked a ticket for Hyderabad. The day before my journey I told Srikant (my younger Brother) about my coming. Next day I started my journey towards the Cyber city. There was an enormous ecstasy inside me as after a lengthy gap I was going to meet them. As per the schedule I did reach in Hyderabad. Srikant had come to the pickup point and we two brothers met in the bus stand. We did hug each other with an intense heart. Then we came to his room. He was as delighted as me due to my arrival. At that

bAnGaLoRe......Sm StRiNgS aTtAcHeD

I have remarkable feelings for my sweetest friends. Friends are my treasure since school days. But there are some friends whom I can admire a lot and I will remember them throughout my life. That is why I had gone to Bangalore, where jugal, srikant, roshan resides. Journey to Bangalore was not easy for me. I came to Daman, from there I did pick bus to Pune and from there I came to Bangalore. Finally I came to my friend’s room. As expected they were very happy. 1 ST DAY IN BANGALORE Actually we were panchu pandavs (five pandavs from the Mahabharata) during our school days. Jugal, srikant, roshan, Sameer and I were the panchu pandavs. In that day we four friends were present, but Sameer was not there, so we did make a call to him and talked for 2 hours. Then srikant did go for his class. I did take a nap for some time with rest of my friends. After that srikant came from his class, and as expected, he called me and did ask me for drink. We all did agree with him except jugal.