Desire -2

This is a story of a guy who's staying alive because she's holding him and the girl has no idea that she keeps him ticking.This is my story. She is my story.  Love is all about anticipation. I am learning it on an extended basis. And I am okay with the fact even if it’s never going to be materialized. I love her to see her happy. With anybody she wishes to be with for the rest of her life. You see I am a big SRK fan in this regard. :P

We didn’t get married. Thank God. As now I know some best love stories don’t need any ending just like they don’t need any beginning either. Too filmy. Tck..Tck.. And I do claim our love story the best. Just chill guys. Everyone claims so. What’s a big deal? Now stop rolling your eye balls and let’s concentrate on my blog please.

We met in a coffee shop and believe me for the very first time in my life Coffee from CCD tasted better than nectar. And her smile whacked all the jumbled up wires of my brain. The strange thing in life is that you can never be yourself fully in front someone who is like worth your dream. Your voice chokes, you begin to sweat and all of a sudden you become conscious of your own attire and etiquette.

Falling in love is easy. I fall in love at least a thousand times.  Come on guys .I am not kidding. It’s different that I could not able convert it into “Veer Zara” afterwards. And please don’t read between my lines as it was pure platonic except two relations. Sigh!  Sigh!

 Contrary to the popular belief, guys don’t fall in love instantly, I beg to differ. Guys fall in love almost all the time. With the latest smartphones, with latest SUVs, with Sunny Leone’s assets, with Yuvraj’s blistering innings, with latest flavor of vodka and even with brand new Macbook. It’s very easy to turn on a guy than a girl. So when I met this girl I instantly fell in love. No it’s not about for her looks. Although she is beautiful. Yah ! Breath-takingly kinda. It’s not about for her broken Bengali ascent either. It’s because she made me realize that I can write something way striking than some people. Love you for that and I owe you.

Like every story unfolds with a twist my story also has no big differences. It’s about three months we are not in touch except exchanging some pleasantries through Whatsapp but yeah she is still there with me. May be somewhere in my dreams, may be in my phone’s small memory, may be somewhere near Karunamoyee, may be somewhere that I never able to make you people understand.

Desire...

You know It hurts to drift away from someone and as I said I am not good with the Goodbyes and specially when you have developed a tremendous longing for her unknowingly and stupidly. And when you allow yourself to dig up the old memories of shared closeness it left me deserted. I wish you could have moved on and tell him that you have found someone who loves you unconditionally and beyond everything and more than him. I wish you could have.

Yet I have to seat with my laptop with all of my shattered dreams and stubborn silences. You did the right thing by removing me from you FB Account. Thanks a ton. Otherwise every time I open FB I have to ponder over your name for few hours and pretend as if I am not noticing you .I almost forgot when the last time I have cried. May be a year ago and promised myself not to cry again. Not for any girl at least but you know destiny has had other plan for me. My friends says it’s girlie thing but you know I feel to suffocated if I don’t. My friends say me to grow up but every parts of me refuses to do so .Even after my heartbreaks. Though I am skeptical It exists or not. The problem of me is that I have very few friends and after joining corporate life your social life takes the backseat. You become a loner as your entire friend gets lost in the rat race.

It was almost funny how after approaching each other for arranged marriage I fall in love with you that also by residing in two different states. But you know I have no regrets even if I know we probably would not meet ever. It all will be faded away one day. My terrace will grew too small and my heart break will get too big. I dreamt of many things and shared something which I never shared with till date. My heart. Though I had a relation earlier but as I said there was no love between us and most importantly she didn’t succeed to touch my heart which you have done easily. Yeah I admit it’s very silly for me to fall for someone in just one month. I should not have but then again I couldn’t stop myself falling for you. You know what I become insomaniac in these two months along with you. Like couple of days ago I find night too short for talk to you but it’s too long for me now.

But You know I will be always cherishing the memories of these two months with you. This is not falling out of touch this will be more. This is not just growing up this is growing out of each other. Love…….:)

P.S. :Please smile a lot. You look best while you smile. As you were complaining that I am not writing these days. I wrote exclusively for you. You deserve a lot more post which I will write later on. Thanks a lot for providing me the ingredients to write once more. Love you.

My Kinda Gal.Part -1

Of late I am little disturbed. As the days are progressing, my ever pestering (caring & loving of course) parents every now and then showing me their why-don’t-you settling looks. They sometime even categorically hinted that since Aishwarya has already been taken by Abhishek , it’s hard to find her. So they quickly need someone to flaunt in our society. Meanwhile their somewhat confused son is at a loss. Even his friends have only one thing to discuss with him. Marriage. Now meanwhile I needed you guys to know what I am actually looking for. I am not looking for Ash sure but then again it’s very difficult to make someone to understand what I am actually looking for. So I have decided to pen it down. I hope,if not anyone else, you guys will understand me at least.

My kinda girl smell like first rain, taste like exotic vodka shot, sound like ocean & look like the line of favourite book where I would ponder over perhaps for life yet it would feel like every time I am reading for the first time. She would feel ecstatic just by my touch & sometimes may be by presence or thoughts. She would make my world ever beautiful that I have ever imagined. She wouldn’t be obsessed by her beauty but still know the art of making you go weak in my knees by her aura. She would nurture my murky shrunken heart with her smile and then fill up with her own little dreams. She would make me believe that still love exists in the narrow world. She would not differentiate between Roses & Thrones, between fantasy and reality, between bloodshed and strawberry field, between distances & proximity, between love & hates, between mortality & eternity.

P.S. It's strange when you still stumble upon on a day which you wish to forget.