Wednesday, July 8, 2015

BECAUSE I LOVE YOU

One day, a young guy and a young girl fell in love.
But the guy came from a poor family. The girl’s parents weren’t too happy.
So the young man decided not only to court the girl but to court her parents as well. In time, the parents saw that he was a good man and was worthy of their daughter’s hand.
But there was another problem: The man was a soldier. Soon, war broke out and he was being sent overseas for a year. The week before he left, the man knelt on his knee and asked his lady love, “Will you marry me?” She wiped a tear, said yes, and they were engaged. They agreed that when he got back in one year, they would get married.
But tragedy struck. A few days after he left, the girl had a major vehicular accident. It was a head-on collision.
When she woke up in the hospital, she saw her father and mother crying. Immediately, she knew there was something wrong.
She later found out that she suffered brain injury. The part of her brain that controlled her face muscles was damaged. Her once lovely face was now disfigured. She cried as she saw herself in the mirror. “Yesterday, I was beautiful. Today, I’m a monster.” Her body was also covered with so many ugly wounds.
Right there and then, she decided to release her fiancé from their promise. She knew he wouldn’t want her anymore. She would forget about him and never see him again.
For one year, the soldier wrote many letters—but she wouldn’t answer. He phoned her many times but she wouldn’t return her calls.
But after one year, the mother walked into her room and announced, “He’s back from the war.”
The girl shouted, “No! Please don’t tell him about me. Don’t tell him I’m here!”
The mother said, “He’s getting married,” and handed her a wedding invitation.
The girl’s heart sank. She knew she still loved him—but she had to forget him now.
With great sadness, she opened the wedding invitation.
And then she saw her name on it!
Confused, she asked, “What is this?”
That was when the young man entered her room with a bouquet of flowers. He knelt beside her and asked, “Will you marry me?”
The girl covered her face with her hands and said, “I’m ugly!”
The man said, “Without your permission, your mother sent me your photos. When I saw your photos, I realized that nothing has changed. You’re still the person I fell in love. You’re still as beautiful as ever. Because I love you!
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A STUDENT ASK HIS TEACHER WHAT IS LOVE

A student asks a teacher, “What is love?
“The teacher said, “in order to answer your question, go to the wheat field and choose the biggest wheat and come back.
But the rule is: you can go through them only once and cannot turn back o pick.”
The student went to the field, go thru first row, he saw one big wheat, but he wonders….may be there is a bigger one later.
Then he saw another bigger one… but may bethere is an even bigger one waiting for him.
Later, when he finished more than half of the wheat field, he start to realize that the wheat is not as big as the previous one he saw, he know he has missed the biggest one, and he regretted.
So, he ended up went back to the teacher with empty hand.
The teacher told him, “…this is love… you keep looking for a better one, but when later you realize, you have already miss the person….”
*”What is marriage then?” the student asked.
The teacher said, “in order to answer your question, go to the corn field and choose the biggest corn and come back. But the rule is: you can go through them only once and cannot turn back to pick.”
The student went to the corn field, this time he is careful not to repeat the previous mistake, when he reach the middle of the field, he has picked one medium corn that he feel satisfy, and come back to the teacher.
The teacher told him, “this time you bring back a corn…. you look for one that is just nice, and you have faith and believe this is thebest one you get…. this is marriage.”
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A BOY AND A GIRL



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A Boy and a Girl were Playing Together,
The Boy had a Collection of Marbles..
and The Girl had some Sweets with Her..!
The Boy told the Girl that;
“he will give her all His Marbles
In Exchange for Her Sweets..”
The Girl Agreed;
The Boy kept the biggest
and the most Beautiful Marble Aside;
and gave the Rest to the Girl..!
But The Girl gave Him all Her Sweets
as She had Promised..=)
That Night, the Girl Slept Peacefully,
But the Boy couldn’t Sleep as He kept Wondering
If the Girl had Hidden some Sweets from Him
the Way He had Hidden His best Marble..=(
->Moral of the Story:
If you don’t give your 100% in a Relationship,
you’ll always keep Doubting;
If the Other Person has Given His/Her 100% !!
This is Applicable for any Relationship;
Give Ur 100% to Everything U do & Sleep Peacefully..! =)
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Daughter are Precious


A couple made a deal the night of their Marriage to NOT open the door of their room to anybody who comes knocking in the morning for any reason!

In the morning, the parents of the husband came and knocked on the door, the husband and the wife were looking at each other and as they agreed before, they didn’t open the door. After a while the parents of the bride came knocking at the door to check on them, the couple were looking at each other, then the bride dropped a tear & started crying she said: “I cannot keep them knocking & not open the door, I miss them already.” The husband didn’t say anything and he let her open the door for her parents.

Years & years passed & the couple had 5 children, the first ones were boys & the 5th was a little girl, when she was born the father was extremely happy that Almighty blessed him with her, and he threw a Huge Party for her in Grand style, people were so amazed with his joy and his happiness that they asked him, why are you so happy with her more than you were before with her older brothers?


He answered simply: “She is the one who will open the door for me.”
~ The End ~

Baby girls are the comfort of the eyes of their father!
They hold the key to their mothers hearts!
Daughters are really unique.
They care for their parents even after they are married.
Its rightly said, “A son is a son till he gets a Wife, a daughter is a daughter the rest of her Life!”
This Story Is Dedicated to all daughters and Daughter in Laws, Please Share

heart love touching

Boy: Hi baby!!
How are you?
I'm so happy today!!

Girl: Wait,
I'll text you later,
I'm still busy with my thesis.

Boy: Can you do it later?
Letter talk first..
I miss you so much baby.



Girl: I have to finish this on time,
you know that.

Boy: Please baby, just this once?

You can finish that tomorrow.

Girl: What????
Can't you understand this is my project!?
Can't you give me time for myself??

COULD YOU PLEASE?
I ALSO HAVE MY OWN LIFE..
LET ME LIVE FOR MYSELFFOR ONCE!
STOP TEXTING ME!

Boy: Sorry baby.
I love you very very
much.
I'll just text you later.

Boy: Hi baby,
I can't stay long not texting you.
I really wanted to talk to you..
I want us to be happy again.

Boy: Hi baby, still you are not responding to my texts.
How's your thesis?

Boy: Baby... Please response,
I'm worried already..

Boy: Baby it's already 10pm..

It's been 2 hours but you are still not replying to my text.

I miss you already...
i love you so much!

Boy: Uhm baby.. I love you so much..

I'm just here for you always..
The time is near that we'll always be together..

Girl: Didn't I tell you I'll text you after I'm done with my thesis?!
Can't you understand that?!?!
Why is it so hard for you to get that I'm
BUSY??

It's like there's no tomorrow..
you are overreacting..

WILL YOU JUST SLEEP??

Boy: Sorry baby..
Ok. Goodnight baby..
I love you..
Take care of yourself
always..
I'll always here to guide you..
I'm just here..
I'll never leave you.

......the NEXT DAY....

Girl: Baby, wake up..
Sorry about what I've said last night..

i was just really busy..
eat your breakfast baby,
I'll be going to school now..

Girl: Wake up baby,
you still have classes to attend..
text me when you're
awake.

Girl: Hey, why until now you're not texting?
It's already our lunch break..
why didn't you attend your classes?
Don't you have phone credits?
Please text me..

Boy: He left us already..
my son left me already..

your boyfriend left you..

he already left those who are dear to him..
Did he tells you he's sick?

This was the 3rd year his doctor gave him...

we thought it wasn't true..

Because no one can predict how long a person can live in this world..

but to our surprised, his heart didn't make it too..

We tried towake him up this morning but he never responded...

There was a message for you in his phone but he wasn't able to send it..

"Take care of yourself always,
I'm happy where I am going..please,

don't cry..
I'm sorry I didn't tell you about my condition..

i don't want to bother you because I know how busy you are with your thesis..

i don't wanna add up to your worries..

I'm not sure if I'm lucky enough to still
have a chance to wake up tomorrow but I'm always praying that He'll give me a chance to see you and be with you everyday of my life..

I love you so much...

i regret that we didn't have a chance to talk longer today..

but I understand you..
you might fail on your thesis if you won't be able to finish it..

I'm really really sorry...
and I love you very very much..
Please,
promise me you'll be strong..
I'm by your side now..
I'll always be here.. 

Sunday, July 5, 2015

If love her Enough

My friend John always has something to tell me. He knows so much that young men have to have older and more worldly wise men to tell them. For instance who to trust, how to care for others, and how to live life to the fullest. 


Recently, John lost his wife Janet. For eight years she fought against cancer, but in the end her sickness had the last word. 


One day John took out a folded piece of paper from his wallet. He had found it, so he told me, when he tidied up some drawers at home. It was a small love letter Janet had written. The note could look like a school girl's scrawls about her dream guy. All that was missing was a drawing of a heart with the names John and Janet written in it. But the small letter was written by a woman who had had seven children; a woman who fought for her life and who probably only had a few months left to live.


It was also a beautiful recipe for how to keep a marriage together.


Janet's description of her husband begins thus: "Loved me. Took care of me. Worried about me." 


Even though John always had a ready answer, he never joked about cancer apparently. Sometimes he came home in the evening to find Janet in the middle of one of those depressions cancer patients so often get. In no time he got her into the car and drove her to her favourite restaurant. 


He showed consideration for her, and she knew it. You cannot hide something for someone who knows better. 


"Helped me when I was ill," the next line reads. Perhaps Janet wrote this while the cancer was in one of the horrible and wonderful lulls. Where everything is -- almost -- as it used to be, before the sickness broke out, and where it doesn't hurt to hope that everything is over, maybe forever. 


"Forgave me a lot."


"Stood by my side." 


And a piece of good advice for everyone who looks on giving constructive criticism as a kind of sacred duty: "Always praising." 


"Made sure I had everything I needed," she goes on to write.


After that she has turned over the paper and added: "Warmth. Humour. Kindness. Thoughtfulness." And then she writes about the husband she has lived with and loved the most of her life: "Always there for me when I needed you." 


The last words she wrote sum up all the others. I can see her for me where she adds thoughtfully: "Good friend."


I stand beside John now, and cannot even pretend to know how it feels to lose someone who is as close to me as Janet was to him. I need to hear what he has to say much more than he needs to talk. 


"John," I ask. "How do you stick together with someone through 38 years -- not to mention the sickness? How do I know if I can bear to stand by my wife's side if she becomes sick one day?"


"You can," he says quietly. "If you love her enough, you can."

Love is Alive

Love Is Alive


A Real Life Love Story -- by Mukherjee, Twarita
He came into my life unexpectedly. Sort of like a movie. You know, the kind that leaves you with little tears about to fall from your eyes. A huge lump in your throat, and inspiration. A drive that makes you so sure you will find love out there. (Wishful thinking?)
We met on the internet. I can already hear the peanut gallery's snide remarks and deftly dealt blows to my intelligence, my morals, my thoughts. After all, I must be crazy, and he must be an axe murderer right? I must be desperate, after all, to fall in love with a man over the internet. No, none of the above. (You pessimists just have to chalk this one up to a loss!)
He is the most caring, compassionate man I have ever met. And I can say that with all honesty, with all truths freely tossed into the lion's den for approval.
At first, I wasn't expecting it to happen. Wasn't looking for it. But I wasn't against it. I was open to it sub-consciously, I suppose. Searching for that fairy tale somewhere, my internal thoughts caught up with the rest of science and dove into technology as well. I had heard so much about it happening to real life people like me, from places in the world I had never heard of, but it happened!
I had talked to him on and off through way of chat rooms for about a year. In this year, I didn't get to know him really. Except the fact that he seemed like a really nice guy. He intrigued me. Maybe it was this portal into another realm we were both opening up. Making it harder to not talk. It's all you can do, just type out your inner most thoughts, and delight in the very thought of making a 'friend' online.
We started talking, and I wanted to know more about him. I got excited when I saw his name in my e-mail inbox. Even happier I was when replying to him. I was pouring myself out to this stranger, and he was responding. Giving of himself more and more each time he hit Send, as was I.
In this chat room, we had 'mutual friends'. Other people that regularly chatted and with whom shared a bond with us. We knew each other's names, who had kids, each other's love lives, or lack thereof, and who was allergic to what. A kinship was born in this chat room, but all of that was irrelevant as I asked this other chatter, "What's his phone number?" I asked, he gave. I called him that night.
Our phone conversation was great. I was attracted immediately by his voice. He was feeling the same way about mine. But there had to be more, right? There just has to be! I was thirsting for more information from him. I simply wanted to know everything about this man. We had seen each other's pictures already, sent through the wonderful e-mail services. Our eyes glanced upon each other's pictures and saw a promising something there. We liked each other at this point. Promises to call each other were made, and more e-mails were sent.
Finally, we fell in love. Just like that. Fell. Head over heels. And I can say this, without hesitation, that I fall in love with this man more and more every day. When I hear his voice, BAM, I fall in love again. When I look into his eyes, BAM, I'm in love again. Anything this man does equates to pure, sweetened love for me.
Of course, there's a loop hole. Isn't there always? We are long distance. I represent the East Coast, and he the West. Was it possible, is it possible? Yes and yes. We talked endlessly about this. Tip toed around the fact that it would be hard, but took into the account that it wouldn't be easy. Poured over every obstacle that would stand in our way, and would eventually test us and our strength, had we gotten together.
We talked about our wants, our needs, our desires at this time. What we wanted from each other, and how we could go about it. We knew all we wanted was to be together, but could we handle it? Were we ready to take on something so rough? We have. Overcoming the distance, the money issues, the conversation issues, well, it hasn't been easy. But we don't think any relationship is a bed of roses. We take the good, and the bad, and we still love each other.
Through this love we have grown stronger. We have learned from each other. We have taken our relationship beyond the levels of just something we got 'off the internet'.
Meeting was like a dream. I was absolutely on pins and needles. Seeing him though, only reinstated my previous feelings I had felt for him, and made them that much stronger. Love at first sight? Oh, it happened alright.
We have shared so many times together. His presence completes me. The lost piece to my puzzle. The one thing that I can hold onto in this world. The one relationship I have ever felt love from. He loves me. Plain and simple. With my flaws and all. He sees the good in me, and I can see it in him.
I have found my true connection. Without him, I'd simply be searching for something that couldn't give me what he gives me. It would only be false, and I know this to be of truth, because for once in my life, my heart feels what my head does, and they are both in sync. I'm loving every minute of it.
When you hear the proverbial warnings of finding anything reliable on the internet, scoff away the remarks. It can happen, it has happened. When you hear the woes of love tales gone sour, just know that love is alive. It is all around us, and it will find you when you least expect it. And in the last place you would ever think of finding it.

Scars of Love

Some years ago on a hot summer day in south Florida a little boy decided to go for a swim in the old swimming hole behind his house. In a hurry to dive into the cool water, he ran out the back door, leaving behind shoes, socks, and shirt as he went.

He flew into the water, not realizing that as he swam toward the middle of the lake, an alligator was swimming toward the shore. His mother in the house was looking out the window saw the two as they got closer and closer together. In utter fear, she ran toward the water, yelling to her son as loudly as she could. Hearing her voice, the little boy became alarmed and made a U-turn to swim to his mother. It was too late. Just as he reached her, the alligator reached him. From the dock, the mother grabbed her little boy by the arms just as the alligator snatched his legs. That began an incredible tug-of-war between the two. The alligator was much stronger than the mother, but the mother was much too passionate to let go. A farmer happened to drive by, heard er screams, raced from his truck, took aim and shot the alligator.
Remarkably, after weeks and weeks in the hospital, the little boy survived. His legs were extremely scarred by the vicious attack of the animal. And, on his arms, were deep scratches where his mother's fingernails dug into his flesh in her effort to hang on to the son she loved.
The newspaper reporter, who interviewed the boy after the trauma, asked if he would show him his scars. The boy lifted his pant legs. And then, with obvious pride, he said to the reporter, "But look at my arms. I have great scars on my arms, too. I have them because my Mom wouldn't let go."
You and I can identify with that little boy. We have scars, too. Not from an alligator, but the scars of a painful past. Some of those scars are unsightly and have caused us deep regret. But, some wounds, my friend, are because God has refused to let go. In the midst of your struggle. He's been there holding on to you.
The Scripture teaches that God loves you. You are a child of God. He wants to protect you and provide for you in every way. But sometimes we foolishly wade into dangerous situations, not knowing what lies ahead. The swimming hole of life is filled with peril - and we forget that the enemy is waiting to attack. That's when the tug-of-war begins - and if you have the scars of His love on your arms be very, very grateful. He did not and will not ever let you go.
Never judge another person's scars, because you don't know how they were made.

The Power of LOve

From the very beginning, the girl's family objected strongly to her dating this guy... saying that it has got to do with family background... and that the girl will have to suffer for the rest of her life if she were to be with him.
Due to her family's pressure, the couple quarreled very often. Though the girl loved the guy deeply, she always asked him: "How deep is your love for me?" As the guy was not good with words, this often caused the girl to be very upset. With that and the family's pressure, the girl often vented her anger on him. As for him, he endured it in silence.
After a couple of years, the guy finally graduated and decided to further his studies overseas. Before leaving, he proposed to the girl: "I'm not very good with words. But, all I know is that I love you. If you allow me, I will take care of you for the rest of my life. As for your family, I'll try my best to talk them around. Will you marry me?"
The girl agreed, and with the guy's determination, the family finally gave in and agreed to let them get married. So, before he left, they got engaged.
The girl went out to the working society, whereas the guy was overseas continuing his studies. They shared their love through emails and phone calls. Though it was hard, both never thought of giving up.
One day, while the girl was on her way to work, she was knocked down by a car that lost control. When she woke up, she saw her parents beside her bed. She realized that she was badly injured. Seeing her mum crying, she wanted to comfort her. But she realized that all that could come out of her mouth was just a sigh. She had lost her voice.
The doctors said the impact on her brain had caused her to lose her voice. Listening to her parents' discomfort, but with nothing coming out from her, she broke down.
During her stay in the hospital, besides silent crying...  it's still just a silent cry that accompanied her. Upon reaching home, everything seemed to be the same. Except for the ringing tone of the phone, which pierced into her heart every time it rang. She does not wish to let the guy know. And not wanting to be a burden to him, she wrote a letter to him saying that she does not wish to wait any longer. With that, she sent the ring back to him. In return, the guy sent seemingly millions  of messages, and countless phone calls. All the girl could do was cry. The parents decided to move away, hoping that she could eventually forget everything and finally be happy.
With a new environment, the girl learned sign language and started a new life. Telling herself everyday that she must forget the guy. One day, her friend came and told her that he's back. She asked her friend not to let him know what happened to her. Since then, there wasn't anymore news of him.
A year had passed and her friend came with an envelope, containing an invitation card for the guy's wedding. The girl was shattered. When she opened the letter, she saw her name in it instead.
When she was about to ask her friend what's going on, she saw the guy standing in front of her. He used sign language, he told her, "I've spent a year's time learning sign language. Just to let you know that I've not forgotten our promise. Let me have the chance to be your voice. I Love You." With that, he slipped the ring back onto her finger. The girl finally smiled.

Make love a part of your Life

Once upon a time all feelings and emotions went to a coastal island for a vacation. According to their nature, each was having a good time. Suddenly, a warning of an impending storm was announced and everyone was advised to evacuate the island.
The announcement caused sudden panic. All rushed to their boats. Even damaged boats were quickly repaired and commissioned for duty.
Yet, Love did not wish to flee quickly. There was so much to do. But as the clouds darkened, Love realised it was time to leave. Alas, there were no boats to spare. Love looked around with hope.
Just then Prosperity passed by in a luxurious boat. Love shouted, “Prosperity, could you please take me in your boat?”
“No,” replied Prosperity, “my boat is full of precious possessions, gold and silver. There is no place for you.”
A little later Vanity came by in a beautiful boat. Again Love shouted, “Could you help me, Vanity? I am stranded and need a lift. Please take me with you.”
Vanity responded haughtily, “No, I cannot take you with me. My boat will get soiled with your muddy feet.”
Sorrow passed by after some time. Again, Love asked for help. But it was to no avail. “No, I cannot take you with me. I am so sad. I want to be by myself.”
When Happiness passed by a few minutes later, Love again called for help. But Happiness was so happy that it did not look around, hardly concerned about anyone.
Love was growing restless and dejected. Just then somebody called out, “Come Love, I will take you with me.” Love did not know who was being so magnanimous, but jumped on to the boat, greatly relieved that she would reach a safe place.
On getting off the boat, Love met Knowledge. Puzzled, Love inquired, “Knowledge, do you know who so generously gave me a lift just when no one else wished to help?”
Knowledge smiled, “Oh, that was Time.”
“And why would Time stop to pick me and take me to safety?” Love wondered.
Knowledge smiled with deep wisdom and replied, “Because only Time knows your true greatness and what you are capable of. Only Love can bring peace and great happiness in this world.”
“The important message is that when we are prosperous, we overlook love. When we feel important, we forget love. Even in happiness and sorrow we forget love. Only with time do we realize the importance of love. Why wait that long? Why not make love a part of your life today?”

The Marine and the Girl

The year was 1971, the United States was still scarred with the racial riots of the 1960s during the Civil Rights movement, political assassinations and the Vietnam War. It seemed as the whole world was a mess when I was discharged from the Marine Corps. I was a native New Yorker who had served two tours in Nam. During this time my father (my parents were divorced) had moved to Puerto Rico and founded The Puerto Rico Real Estate Corp., a small business with a big name. When I was asked at Camp Pendleton, where did I plan to go upon my discharge, I had a choice, I could have returned to New York City where I had a job waiting for me in a bank or take a short vacation and visit my dad in Puerto Rico (my mother who had re-married had also moved to the island). I thought about all the horrors of war that I and my fellow men had been through for an ungrateful nation. I thought about how badly and unfair our soldiers were being treated by the media and war protesters. I thought about the discrimination which I had witnessed and been subject to just because I was Puerto Rican. I then decided go to Puerto Rico, not knowing what fate had in store for me.
The day was March 28, when I arrived at San Juan International Airport. Here I was, a young 21 year old Marine in my uniform with a chest full of medals waiting for my father to pick me up. Even though I didn’t know much Spanish, since we barely spoke it at home, and the island was hot and humid, it felt great to be in the land where my parents were born. I thought to myself "In the United States people could tell me Go Back to Puerto Rico, even though I was born in New York, in Puerto Rico, I figured that no one could be prejudice against me for being Puerto Rican". Well, my father finally arrived and after the required hugging, loaded my bags in his car and took off.
Love at first sight
After about an hours ride, we were finally in the town of Bayamon where my father lived. I was busy enjoying the view and as we were getting closer to my father’s house, my father suddenly turned to me and said: "See that girl walking over there?" I looked and for a moment I couldn’t believe my eyes. There was this beautiful girl, walking alone on the sidewalk, her golden hair so nice and long, her body so perfect, she was wearing an outfit that was called something like "Coolot" which was a short pants that resembled a mini-dress. And when I saw her face, My God! I had never seen such a beautiful face in my life. She was a goddess, I kid you not. You ever hear the 1963 song "Just one look, and I fell in love, love, LOVE" sung by Doris Troy?, well, that’s how I felt. Anyway since I was so cool (at least I thought I was), I answered my dad’s question: "Yes, she is very pretty". Then my dad said: "She is our next door neighbor" My mind went wild and I thought to myself "WHAT!, Holy S--t". Then I turned to my father and I told him the following: "She is? Well you know what? She is going to be my girlfriend and my wife". My father laughed and said "Tony, you always say that about all the girls" and I answered, "Not this time, this is the one".
The next day I went out to my fathers balconey, hoping to get a glimpse of her and there she was on the balconey of her house. We looked at each other and you know that saying "I must be in heaven because I just saw a angel looking at me" well it’s true, this was love at first sight. I waved and said "Hi" and she looked at me and smiled and waved then she went inside her house. So I went to the back yard and started shooting some hoops. That is when I realized that someone was checking me out. Yep, some one was behind the window blinds in her house starring and I knew that it just had to be her. Despite the fact that I was and still am a terrible basketball player, I tried my best to impress the stranger checking me out. Soon this little 8 year old boy from the neighborhood called "Peter" came to my door with a note from her. She wanted to know my name, in Spanish! (she didn’t know English). Of course I didn’t waste any time and I sent her a note in return with my name and in turn asked for her name. Peter returned with another note and that is when I found out that her name was "Milagros" which in English means miracle. What a beautiful name, the most beautiful name that I have ever heard.
I then did what any red blooded American of Puerto Rican descent would have done in my place. I took a crash course in Spanish. I started by reading a Spanish bible and watching Spanish T.V. If something came up that I didn’t understand I would ask my dad. I found out that she was seventeen, she had just recently celebrated her seventeenth birthday that March 25th. You remember that song by the Beatles "She was just seventeen, and you know what I mean, the way she looked was beyond compare"? Well, I think that they had her in their mind when they wrote it, plus we were both born on March, I took that as a good sign.
Now let me tell you, in New York I was the type of guy who would go up to any girl, put my arm around her and end up going out with her. But, in her case she made the first move by sending me notes and I felt like a wimp, so a week later I finally asked her for a date. I didn’t dare go to her house because she was an only daughter and her father didn’t strike me as the friendly type, so we decided to go separately and meet at my mother’s house in Levittown in the nearby town of Toa Baja. I arrived first and waited for her at the bus stop. After she arrived we walked together and talked. I introduced her to my family and we went with my sister Greta and her boyfriend to this place called Isla de Cabra (Goat Island, romantic isn‘t it?). Once we were there, I whispered to my sister to get lost and then finally I was alone with the girl who would turn out to be the love of my life. We talked for a while, she had the most amazing smile and when I looked into her beautiful eyes it was as if we were the only two people in the world. Yes, it was like that song made popular by the Flamingos "I only have eyes for you". Then we kissed and I told myself "Oh my God, I am in love and I barely know her". I knew then that I was going to marry this girl and spend the rest of my life with her. I asked her to be my girlfriend right there and then. Do you know what she answered? She said yes!
We would call each other everyday and talk for hours, plus she would tell her parents that she was going to visit a friend and we would see each other secretly. During this time we agreed to be completely honest with each other and we told each other all of the details of each others lives, both the good and the bad. We promised to always be faithful and if one of us fell out of love we promised that we would break up before double crossing each other with some one else.
The Tortilla incident
By May, Milagros’ mother finally allowed me to visit her at her house as long as her father was not there. Her mother was really nice and even felt sorry for me because I was so skinny. That worked out to my favor because I was invited (when her father wasn’t there) for dinner almost everyday. I also found out that Milagros knew how to cook. One day she made me a Tortilla (which in Puerto Rican means egg omelette ) the only thing was that she over did it with the salt and it reminded me of the taste that you get when the water of a wave gets into your mouth. She was so happy because it was the first time that she made something for me and then she asked "Como esta?" (How is it?) I told her "It is salty and kind of reminds me of the beach". Man, did she get mad. It was the first time that I had ever seen her mad. It was the prettiest mad face that I had ever seen.. Needless to say, she didn’t make me another Tortilla for years. Finally one day, I asked Milagros to marry me. I told her that I was very serious about this and that if she married me it would be until death do us part. You see, my parents divorced when I was a child and I didn’t want any children that we may have in the future to go through what I did. I also promised that I would find a job at a bank (I was unemployed) and go to college. You know what? She said yes! Then she told her mom. I thought for sure that she was going to kill me or something, but to my surprise she became happy as hell. The father did not know.
The Coconut incident
June arrived and I decided to ask her father for his daughters hand in marriage. Now picture this: Milagros was seventeen and an only daughter. We had only known each other for only three and a half months. We were planning on getting married in August, exactly five months after we first met. When I went to her house Milagros and her mother told me that the father was in the driveway cutting open a coconut. They promised that they were going to be behind me when I went in there to talk to him and I said "Let’s go". I quietly walked up to him and said "Mr. Rivera, I would like to talk to you" He had this huge machete in his hand and was hacking away at this poor coconut like it was his worse enemy. He looked mean and didn’t even look up to me when he asked "What do you want to talk about?" I took a deep breath and said "I would like your daughter’s hand in marriage". He just kept hacking away and asked "When?" That is when I looked around and realized that I was all alone with a man with a machete in his hand. Milagros and her mother were nowhere in sight. I told myself "Oh man, this is it! This is the end of the road, this is where I die" and then I answered "In August". He then took one great swing at the poor coconut and said "O.K.". I couldn’t believe it, I got out of there as fast as I could before he changed his mind (No, I didn’t pee on myself) and mistook me for the coconut.
God Bless the day I found her
Needless to say, we were married at Bayamon’s St. Agustin church on August 20th. Even though almost everybody believed that our marriage wouldn’t last, it didn’t matter to me because it was one of the best things that I have ever done in my life and if I had to do it a hundred times over I would do it without a second thought. Only nine people attended our wedding (No, my future father-in-law with his machete and the coconut did not go), but I didn’t care, I mean after we exchanged our vows, the rings and we sealed our love with a kiss, I looked at my wife and as the lyrics to the song "So much in Love" by Tymes would say: "As we stroll along together, Holding hands, walking all alone. So in love are we two, That we don't know what to do. So in love, In a world of our own." I knew that God had blessed me more then I deserved. The Marine and the girl next door will be together for evermore.
Now thirty eight years later we have three wonderful children, two sons Antonio and Jose, a daughter Nilda and two beautiful granddaughters Isabel and Nina. My wife is fine now, she is out of the hospital, but every time that I look at her, my partner, my best friend, the love of my life, I think about the tune sung by the Everly Brothers which goes "God Bless the day I found you, I want to stay around you, now and forever, let it be me".
Tony and Milly Santiago

The power of Love

From the very beginning, the girl's family objected strongly to her dating this guy... saying that it has got to do with family background... and that the girl will have to suffer for the rest of her life if she were to be with him.
Due to her family's pressure, the couple quarreled very often. Though the girl loved the guy deeply, she always asked him: "How deep is your love for me?" As the guy was not good with words, this often caused the girl to be very upset. With that and the family's pressure, the girl often vented her anger on him. As for him, he endured it in silence.
After a couple of years, the guy finally graduated and decided to further his studies overseas. Before leaving, he proposed to the girl: "I'm not very good with words. But, all I know is that I love you. If you allow me, I will take care of you for the rest of my life. As for your family, I'll try my best to talk them around. Will you marry me?"
The girl agreed, and with the guy's determination, the family finally gave in and agreed to let them get married. So, before he left, they got engaged.
The girl went out to the working society, whereas the guy was overseas continuing his studies. They shared their love through emails and phone calls. Though it was hard, both never thought of giving up.
One day, while the girl was on her way to work, she was knocked down by a car that lost control. When she woke up, she saw her parents beside her bed. She realized that she was badly injured. Seeing her mum crying, she wanted to comfort her. But she realized that all that could come out of her mouth was just a sigh. She had lost her voice.
The doctors said the impact on her brain had caused her to lose her voice. Listening to her parents' discomfort, but with nothing coming out from her, she broke down.
During her stay in the hospital, besides silent crying...  it's still just a silent cry that accompanied her. Upon reaching home, everything seemed to be the same. Except for the ringing tone of the phone, which pierced into her heart every time it rang. She does not wish to let the guy know. And not wanting to be a burden to him, she wrote a letter to him saying that she does not wish to wait any longer. With that, she sent the ring back to him. In return, the guy sent seemingly millions  of messages, and countless phone calls. All the girl could do was cry. The parents decided to move away, hoping that she could eventually forget everything and finally be happy.
With a new environment, the girl learned sign language and started a new life. Telling herself everyday that she must forget the guy. One day, her friend came and told her that he's back. She asked her friend not to let him know what happened to her. Since then, there wasn't anymore news of him.
A year had passed and her friend came with an envelope, containing an invitation card for the guy's wedding. The girl was shattered. When she opened the letter, she saw her name in it instead.
When she was about to ask her friend what's going on, she saw the guy standing in front of her. He used sign language, he told her, "I've spent a year's time learning sign language. Just to let you know that I've not forgotten our promise. Let me have the chance to be your voice. I Love You." With that, he slipped the ring back onto her finger. The girl finally smiled.
Hand signing I Love You

A dad s love

A True Story -- by Ronda Rich

Funny, the things you learn when you tuck manners away and allow yourself to eavesdrop.
Mary Noble and I slid into the ancient red leather and steel booth of a diner in Birmingham and placed our breakfast order.
As we poured cream into steaming black coffee, we heard the shrilling ring of the telephone at the cash register.
"Diner," answered the aging man with silver hair and loose skin that hung in folds around his neck.
He answered briskly but quicker than you could say "eggs over easy," his voice melted like marshmallows dropped into hot chocolate. "Oh, hey honey."
That's what caught our attention. We hushed, raised our eyebrows and leaned closer to eavesdrop better.
"Where are you?" He waited. "You didn't forget your camera, did you?" Another pause. "Be sure to put it in the basket at airport security. Don't walk through the detector with it. Then, don't forget it. You've got your money, right?" Another pause. "OK, sweetheart. Call me first thing so I'll know you're all right."
He smiled. "I love you. Be careful. Bye, sweetheart."
Really, I don't know how we knew, but somehow we reckoned it was his daughter. Women's intuition, I guess. Though, he did seem too old to have a young daughter that he would be talking to like that. He hung up the phone. We smiled sentimentally like women will do because conversations like that touch our hearts.
"Isn't that sweet?" I asked.
Mary Noble nodded. She turned around, craning her neck to look at the man who was returning to the morning newspaper in the first booth. Then, she sold us out.
"That must have been your daughter. It was so sweet."
He chuckled slightly and blushed. "Yeah, that was my girl."
"It's wonderful to hear a father talk like that," I remarked.
He put the newspaper down. "She's 50 years old." Before that comment could stun us, he continued. "She's got MS (multiple sclerosis). It hasn't progressed much in the past five years. She's going to Washington, D.C." He looked out the large plate glass window, studying the morning sunlight that dappled the trees and cars parked along the street. He waited a long moment before speaking again.
"I love that girl so. She's her mama made over." He shook his head slowly.
That scene hangs with me. In a little Alabama diner on a quiet, tree-lined street, we discovered a father unashamed to say "I love you" to a daughter who was half a century old. And, not embarrassed to say it loud enough for the eager ears of strangers.
Funny, the things that will warm your heart when you tuck your manners away long enough to eavesdrop.
Copyright, 2006, Ronda Rich
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Ronda Rich is the best-selling author of “What Southern Women Know (That Every Woman Should)” and “My Life In The Pits,” as well as authoring "What Southern Women Know About Flirting" and "The Town That Came A-Courtin'." She lives in Gainesville, Georgia. Visit Ronda's web site at www.whatsouthernwomenknow.com.
 

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"I Love You" Translated


Afrikaans Ek is lief vir jou
Albanian Te dua
Arabic Ah’bika [to a man]
Ah’bik [to a woman]
Armenian Yes qez sirum em
Assyrian Kedamtookh brikhta
Azerbaijani Men seni sevirem
Bamougoum Guo me ye te
Bangladeshi Ami tomake valobashi
Basque Maite zaitut
Belarussian Ya tabe kahayu
Bemba Nalikutemwa
Bengali Aami tomaake bhaalo baashi
Bosnia Volim te
Bulgarian Obicham te
Cambodian Soro lahn nhee ah
Cantonese Ngo oi ney
Catalan T'estimo
Cheyenne Ne mohotatse
Cornish My a'th kar
Corsican Ti tengu caru [to a man]
Ti tengu cara [to a woman]
Creole Mwen renmen w
Croatian Ja te volim
Czech Miluji tě
Danish Jeg elsker dig
Dutch Ik hou van jou
English I love you
Esperanto Mi amas vin
Estonian Ma armastan sind
Ethiopian Afgreki'
Faroese Eg elski teg
Farsi Tora dost daram
Filipino Mahal kita
Finnish Minä rakastan sinua
Flemish Ik zie oe geerne
French Je t'aime
Frisian Ik hâld fan dy
Gaelic Ta gra agam ort
Georgian Mikvarkhar
German Ich liebe Dich
Greek S'agapo
Greenlandic Asavakit
Gujarati Hoo thunay prem karoo choo
Hawaiian Aloha wau ia oi
Hebrew Ani ohevet otcha [woman to a man]
Ani ohev otach [man to a woman]
Ani ohev otcha [man to a man]
Ani ohevet otach [woman to a woman]
Hindi Hum tumhe pyar karte hae
Hopi Nu'umi unangwa'ta
Hungarian Szeretlek te'ged
Icelandic ég elska þig
Indonesian Aku Cinta Kamu
Irish Taim i' ngra leat
Inuit Negligevapse
Italian Ti amo
Japanese Ai shiteru
Kannada Naanu ninna preetisuuttene
Khmer Oun Srorlanh Borng [to a man]
Borng Srorlanh Oun [to a woman]
Kimeru Ninkwendete
Konkani Hanv Tuzo Mog Kortam
Korean Tangsinul sarang ha yo
Kurdish Ez te hezdikhem
Lao Koi hak jao
Latin Te amo
Latvian Es tevi milu
Lebanese Bahibak
Lithuanian Aš tave myliu
Luxembourgish Ech hun dëch gaer
Macedonian Te sakam
Malayalam Njan ninne premikkunnu
Malaysian Saya cintakan mu
Maltese Inhobbok
Mandarin Wo ai ni
Mohawk Kanbhik
Maori Kei te aroha au i a koe
Marathi Maaze tuzhyavar prem ahe
Moroccan Kanhebek
Navaho Ayor anosh'ni
Norwegian Jeg elsker deg
Persian Man ashegheto hastam
Pilipino Mahal kita
Polish Kocham Cie
Portuguese Amo-te
Punjabi Mai taunu pyar karda
Romanian Te iubesc
Russian Ya tyebya lyublyu
Samoan Ou te alofa ia te oe
Sardinian Ti kerio meta
Serbian Volim te
Setswana Ke a go rata
Sindhi Maa tokhe pyar kendo ahyan
Singhala Mama oya'ta a'darei
Sioux Techihhila
Slovak Milujem Ťa
Slovenian Ljubim te
Somalian Waan ku gealahay
Sotho Ke a o rata
Spanish Te amo
Swahili Nakupenda
Swedish Jag älskar dig
Swiss German Ich lieb Di
Tagalog Mahal kita
Tahitian Ua here vau ia oe
Taiwanese Wa ga ei li
Tamil Naan unnai kadhalikiraen
Telugu Nenu ninnu premisthunnanu
Thai Chan rak khun [to a man]
Phom rak khun [to a woman]
Tonga Ndakuyanda
Tunisian Ha eh bak
Turkish Seni seviyorum
Turkmen Men seni söýýan
Ukrainian Ja tebe kokhaju
Urdu Mai aap say pyaar karta hoo
Uzbek Men sizni sevaman
Vietnamese Aim ew ang [to a man]
Ang ew aim [to a woman]
Welsh Rwy'n dy garu di
Xhosa Ndiyakuthanda
Yiddish Ikh hob dikh lib
Yoruba Mo ni fe
Zulu Ngiyakuthanda


I Love You script

Short love story

A boy was dating a girl who always hurt him. One day, she broke up with him and told him, "I don't ever want to see you again."

A few months later, the girl had a change of heart. She realized that she loved the boy, so she went back and said to him, "Give me just one more chance. I love you and I need you. I promise that I will never hurt you again."

But the boy just laughed and said to her, "Only a fool would take back someone who hurt them so much."

The girl felt hopeless and began to cry, but the boy put his arms around her, held her tightly and said, "...and I am one of those fools."

Thursday, July 2, 2015

A touching Love Story

A Beautiful Heart Touching Love Story which will Touch your Heart....... ....... ************ ********* ********* ******* There was once a guy who suffered from cancer... a cancer that can't be treated. He was 18 years old and he could die anytime. All his life, he was stuck in his house being taken cared by his mother. He never went outside but he was sick of staying home and wanted to go out for once. So he asked his mother and she gave him permission. He walked down his block and found a lot of stores. He passed a CD store and looked through the front door for a second as he walked. He stopped and went back to look into the store. He saw a young girl about his age and he knew it was love at first sight. He opened the door and walked in, not looking at anything else but her. He walked closer and closer until he was finally at the front desk where she sat. She looked up and asked "Can I help you?" She smiled and he thought it was the most beautiful smile he has ever seen before and wanted to kiss her right there. He said "Uh... Yeah... Umm... I would like to buy a CD." He picked one out and gave her money for it. "Would you like me to wrap it for you?" she asked, smiling her cute smile again. He nodded and she went to the back. She came back with the wrapped CD and gave it to him. He took it and walked out of the store. He went home and from then on, he went to that store everyday and bought a CD, and she wrapped it for him. He took the CD home and put it in his closet. He was still too shy to ask her out and he really wanted to but he couldn't. His mother found out about this and told him to just ask her. So the next day, he took all his courage and went to the store. He bought a CD like he did everyday and once again she went to the back of the store and came back with it wrapped. He took it and when she wasn't looking, he left his phone number on the desk and ran out... !!!RRRRRING! !! The mother picked up the phone and said, "Hello?" It was the girl!!! She asked for the boy and the mother started to cry and said, "You don't know? He passed away yesterday... " The line was quiet except for the cries of the boy's mother. Later in the day. the mother went into the boy's room because she wanted to remember him. She thought she would start by looking at his clothes. So she opened the closet. She was face to face with piles and piles and piles of unopened CDs. She was surprised to find all those CDs and she picked one up and sat down on the bed and she started to open one. Inside, there was a CD and as she took it out of the wrapper, out fell a piece of paper. The mother picked it up and started to read it. It said: Hi... I think U R really cute. Do u wanna go out with me? Love, Jacelyn The mother opened another CD... Again there was a piece of paper. It said: Hi... I think U R really cute. Do u wanna go out with me? Love, Jacelyn Love is... when you've had a huge fight but then decide to put aside your egos, hold hands and say, "I Love You . . . " Moral of The Story: If you Really Love Someone please Expressed your feeling and let them know how much you Love them,That person might also love you in the same way as you love them Before it is too late........ ........ My Advice is to all those who are in love to express your love to the person you love before it is too late....... ************ ********* ********* *****

Sign of Love

It has been one month since I moved to Paris. The initial excitement has worn down in quick time. Paris- the so called city of love was just one big blank city to me. My routine included ringing of the alarm at 8 then 8.05 then 8.10…. till 9:00 when finally I wake up. After that I rush to ‘Grand Boulevard’ to take metro ticket and rush to office.  Office is equally appalling with same conventional cubical, a photocopier machine, same old colleagues- who gives robotic smile when I look to them. I smile back though.  My routine also involves eating same old spice less food in the office canteen where I do get the chance to stare at few of the gorgeous Italian girls. However, these ‘Pink’ moments do not last long and contrast of life again turns black and white with the computer in my cubical and glass wall beside it.
The other day while I was sitting in my cubical and looking outside the glass window, I saw a girl working on the computer in the next building. She had big black eyes and beautiful dimple smiles. She was wearing black and white business formals. I can’t help but to stare at her for a while. She looked back and I started looking here and there. While she looked away, I started looking her with the corner of my eyes.  No wonders she noticed me back and then showed me a chart size paper with words written as “Take a Photo of mine and keep it with yourself. It would be more convenient”. Flabbergasted, embarrassed and anxious I started looking down. She put another sign with a beautiful smile on her face stating-“I am kidding! My name is Divya”. I responded by showing my name on the A4 size paper. She said “Nice to meet you”. I was definitely sure that pleasure was all mine but decided to be subtle and said “Nice to see u 2!
The days after that were not same. Someway 8:00 A.M alarm means 7:55 A.M.  It was like Elvis Presley singing at the background while travelling towards and in the metro. I use to sit at the cubical and talk to her with brand new mode of communication learnt. I played tic tac toe, shared silly whatsapp emoticons, played dumb charade using the big square piece of papers and markers.  I asked her mobile number once. She responded saying “I do not use mobile”.
I was confused but brought thick, fully packed A4 printing paper pack demonstrating that it won’t be a problem. Time started passing by beautifully.
One day I decided to ask her out for date. I wrote the word down into the paper and practiced how to show it to her several times in mirror. I wanted to be perfect in the act of showing the paper with words written on it as “Will you go out with me for date?” As I reached the cubical, I saw her. I pulled out my paper and was ready to ask her out. She waived her hand and showed that “She has a secret”. Then she put the paper stating “She is dumb and mute”.  The paper fell of my hand into the floor. I was shattered. I didn’t look at her and left the office. I bought whiskey and headed straight to home. I did not go to office for next 3 days.  The next Monday when I reached office, I did not find her. Later on I found out that she left the job and the city. The last thing that I remember about her was her sad gloomy face when I left from the office after knowing the secret.
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pucha he nahi

सुना था जमीनें बटती हैं, हमारे यहाँ तो पूरा देश बंट गया.. छियासठ (66) साल पहले.. रज्जो उस पार की, मैं इस पार का… बंटवारे के चक्कर में सब अलग-थलग हो गया था.. गलियां एक ही थीं, लेकिन मैं इस पार था और वो पार थी.. हमारे खेत भी पहले एक ही थे लेकिन अब उस पगडंडियाँ बन चुकी थीं.. कोई प्यार से देखता भी तो आँखे तरेर ली जातीं थीं.. मलाल सबको था कि अब सब कटे-कटे से रहते हैं.. पहले सब एक ही था, न जाने क्यों, अब सब बंटे-बंटे से रहते हैं..
हम बच्चे थे हमें इसकी कोई परवाह नहीं थी.. हवा की तरह हम कभी इस पार तो कभी उस पार आते जाते रहते थे.. कोई आई.डी, कोई पासपोर्ट, कोई वीज़ा भी नहीं लगता था, उस वक़्त.. सिर्फ लाऊड स्पीकर पे शोर होता था.. देश बंट चुका है ! जिसे जिस देश में रहना है वो उस देश चला जाये..! लेकिन हमें इसकी कोई खबर नहीं थी और कोई चिंता भी नहीं थी.. हम तो रहते थे “लाइन-ऑफ़-कण्ट्रोल” पे.. जहाँ कोई कंट्रोल ही नहीं था.. सब मन-मौजी थे.. लेकिन सबके मन में एक ही टीस थी.. बिना हमसे पूछे देश बाँट दिया यार..
उम्र के साथ वक़्त गुजरा तो रज्जो और रौशन भी जवान हो चुके थे… दोनों अब भी उसी सरहद पे रहते थे.. लड़ते थे, झगड़ते थे, रुठते थे, मनाते थे, कभी-कभी तो बात देश को लेकर भी हो जाती थी… उस वक़्त तक कुछ जगहों पर देश की सीमा पर तार-बंदी होने लगी थी.. अभी वो एक कोश दूर ही होंगे.. लेकिन एक दिन उनकी उस गली में भी तार-बंदी हुई.. रज्जो और मैं अपने दरवाजे पे खड़े होकर मजदूरों की रोज़ की इस हरकत को देख-देख के पीड़ित हो रहे थे.. वो कुछ कहना चाहती थी लेकिन उसने कुछ नहीं कहा.. मजदूर तार-बंदी कर के चले गये.. रज्जो भी दरवाजे से जा चुकी थी..
कई दिन बीत गये.. रज्जो दरवाजे पर नहीं आई.. हफ्ता गुजर गया रौशन इंतज़ार में बैठा रहा… सुना है, रज्जो की तबियत खाराब है.. क्या हुआ है उसका? कोई तो बता दो…
पता नहीं, बस कुछ बोलती नहीं है.. न शरीर गर्म हुआ है और न शरीर ठंडा, न सोती है न जागती है, न हंसती है, न रोती है.. बस आँखों की पुतलियों में घोर निराशा है, मानो कोई सदमा लग गया हो..
आज लग रहा था वाकई हमारा बंटवारा हो चुका है.. आत्मा कहीं रह गयी है और शरीर कहीं और.. लेकिन इस गदर में “हमसे किसी ने कुछ पूछा ही नहीं”…
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Dream for Future

People were busy in their own laboratories in the Mars. Turtex told me “ let us go to the Earth to have a cup of coffee”.
I laughed for such a childish joke and I also jokingly asked him “ Is there no coffee shop in the Mars? ”
He replied “It has but they can’t prepare coffee as testy as that of the Earth”.
However, for a while I thought it would be better to take a cup of testy coffee from “Ramu’s Shop” located at our village, Kushmandi.
Turtex told me to enter a room adjacent to his Laboratory. We entered there and found that the room is internally coated with some sponge like materials. Turtex closed the door of the room with a clap. I saw some colourful buttons inside the room. After few seconds I hard another clap and noticed that the door opened.
Turtex told “Come with me”
I asked “where ?”
He replied “ Now we are at Kushmandi ”
I shouted “ What! ”
We came out of the room and I astonishingly viewing the sky-scrapers around me. Turtex loudly told “ What’s wrong with you ? come with me ”
Eventually we entered a coffee club designed like a Five Star Restaurant. Suddenly I notice a display board scrolling an electronic text, “Welcome at Kushmandi . Now you are in famous Ramu’s Coffee shop. Enjoy the test of the best Coffee on the Earth”.
Suddenly many hazy & crazy questions came to my mind viz.
What was the adjacent room of the lab ?
How was it possible to travel an enormous distance from the Mars to the Earth ? Is it like opening my favorite TV channel with a remote ?
How the poor Coffee stall of our village turned into a Five Star Coffee Club ? .
In which Century were we ?
Thinking such hazy things I fainted and after a few moments I hard a hair cutting sound . I slowly opened my eyes and found that a Nurse is cutting my hairs and putting them into a tray beside my bed and telling me ”nothing happens , it needs just two stitches on your forehead and you will be OK within a week”
I finally realized that I was in our village Hospital at Kushmandi.
-THE END-

Wednesday, July 1, 2015

Hunter

Dev closed his eyes. They were paining. And why shoudn’t they. He had been sitting in front the computer for 6 hours. It was nearly dawn. Nearly sunrise. Nearly another new day. The birds knew it. They had started chirping, getting ready for another tryst with destiny. Flapping their wings, getting their muscles warm. For a flight of uncertainty.
To find food in the city below. To survive another day. And to make sure they remained alive to wake up again.
Dev got up from his chair and walked out to the verandah. From his 7th floor nest , he surveyed the city below. Just like the birds. He had to go hunting today. But there was a small difference. He did not know what he had to hunt. Because he did not know what he wanted. Actually, on second thoughts,  it was a big difference.
Dev had everything. A job. A flat. A car. A girl. A computer. A music system. A washing machine. A maid to cook and clean. And no family to bother him. Wow. That  was freedom. But he was a hunter. And like the tiger who hunts more that he needs. Dev had to keep on hunting. And funnily. He was a Leo.
His hunt started the day he walked out of school and into college. Coming out the double silk cocoon called family and school he walked into the real life. Where you had to hunt all the time. Every day. Every hour. Every minute. Actually every second.
Gone were the school gates which seemed like prison gates, but where actually likes shields. Gone was the driver driven car every time he had to travel out of his home. Or the old trusted servant who would put a leach to shame every time he walked with him on the streets.
He was thrust into the world. And he started hunting. Like a fish in water. From the empty seat on the crowded bus to a little space on the footboard of its only door. From the girls with cute smiles to the ones with cuter cleavages. From the senior who would initiate him into grass and booze to the ones who knew the exam questions. From the counter space in the club bar, to the hot steamy books in its library.
Gradually, the single dimensional world began to rotate. And new dimensions were visible everyday. Some great.  Some terrifying. But the one, which he loved the most was college. It was simply great. It gave him the freedom to spend, without the difficulty to earn. The opportunity to learn with the freedom to bunk classes. The space to make friends with the thrill of drooling on what lay below some of the skirts.
As the intricacies of life spread out before him, Dev realized the truth in the ancient adage he had read somewhere . No pain , no gain. During his time as a child, the pain was single dimensional. It was one of not getting what he wanted. And it disappeared soon as he always got something. The now the pain was really different. And it was the  continuous nagging one, which was like his shadow. It was the pain of choosing. And the modern adage was becoming truer day by day. Unlimited wants, limited means. Four innocuous words that  Dev had come across though out by a pretty boring economist called Adam Smith. But it was so true.
Dev came came into the room and let his body collapse into the bed. He shut his eyes. Maybe he didn’t want to hunt today. He had those days. When he just remained at home. Floating in bed. Doing nothing actually. Getting up to flip the cassette in his deck. Or relieve himself. Or to open the door for the delivery boy with his lunch or dinner. But one thing was definite. No hunting. He liked those days. Because it was an off day from hunting. And it refreshed him to start hunting the next day.
The alarm arrowed into his ears. He cursed those guys who invented this shrill noise, which injured your ears. He was about to knock of the alarm when he remembered. Today was the day. Oh sh*t he said and woke up. Today was the day which could change his life. Actually it would change the way he lived. A paradigm shift. He would stop hunting and  start living.
It had been planned. Planned in detail. With high doses of rationality, cold logic and whatever he had learned in the business school he had battled through. It was laced with the common sense he had picked up in his 10 years of successfully climbing the corporate ladder. It  was a cleverly conceived big idea which would dramatically alter Dev’s life. He wanted to live. He was tired of hunting.
The big idea was simple. As all big ideas are. Starting from harnessing fire, inventing the wheel, agriculture, money, e=mc2, windows to hotmail. Very simple. So was Dev’s.
And it was luck. He had bought a Super lottery’s ticket. The booty was 6.5 crores.
Dev had also planed out exactly how we would reach there. Twelve steps to the door. Pick up the newspaper stuffed through the door with his left hand. Swivel on his left heel and jump into the kitchen. Brew a cup of coffee. Walk backwards to the verandah with a cup of coffee and the English paper in his hand. Put them down on the table and light up a cigarette, which had been kept there last night.
Dev did everything. He was very clinical in whatever he had to do. Stubbing the cigarette he picked up the newspaper, this time with his right hand. Opening page three, he started reading from the first word in the first column. The Lottery results were always at the right hand bottom corner. But he would read them after he had read every other printed word in the page.
He knew that this was it. It was like Pele, when he was rushing to knock in the ball to win Brazil the World cup. It was like Hillary, few steps away from the top of the world. It was like  Armstrong as he climbed down the steps of his space ship. It was like the mother, the moments before her newborn started wailing. It was like Gandhi, the seconds before India became free. It was like Einstein, the moments before he added the square to the c.And the list goes on.
Dev was there, nearly there. He had reached the Jackpot number. He pulled out the ticket, which he had kept with him for the day he bought it.The numbers started to match. First the 6. Then the 13 , 19 and 30. He was two numbers away. Strangely , Dev’s heart was not pumping. He was totally cool. He knew it was his moment. The last number he had chosen was 39. And it was 39 in the paper. Dev had won 6.5 cores. Yes. He had.
He put down the paper. Lit a cigarette. His mind was racing. He was very happy. Very very happy.The he let it slip. He let 6.5 cores slip down from the seventh floor towards the city. The real city which was his hunting ground. He had always planned it this way. He would win the jackpot and let it slip away. And that would stop him hunting and let him live.
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