Everyday

I wish everyday
I would
Wake up beside you 
Behold the sunrise on your face 
Just to fall in Love 
With You
With the Sun
With the Day
All over again !

#AShortLoveStory

She is a Woman. She is great.

She is freedom, she is desire. 
She is love, she is hope. 
She is temptation, she is salvation. 
She is a woman, she is great.

She is a daughter, she is a mother.
She is a princess, she is a queen.
She is a wife, she is the life.
She is a woman, she is great.

She is a fighter, she cares a lot.
She is an admirer, she thinks a lot.
She brings colours, she gives life.
She is a woman, she is great.

She is needy, she is humble.
She is emotional, she cries a lot.
She needs a hug, she needs some love.
She is a woman, she is great.

She laughs at you, she loves you too.
She talks a lot, she listens too.
She robs your attention, she steals your thoughts.
She is a woman, she is great.

She just smiles, she rules the world.
She sings a lullaby, she puts the world to sleep.
She starts your day, she ends your night. 
She is a woman, she is great.

She is everything, all at once.
She is a woman, she is great.

I found "a must read" confession.

Some months ago, a new trend hit Facebook - Confession Pages ! Yes Confession Pages. Every college, Every School had their own confession pages. XYZ Confessions ... ABC Confessions ... !
I like some sincere confessions. I mean which appear to be sincere and honest. So I visit some confession pages randomly and  read those confessions which I feel are sincere.
I was going through one of the most popular confession pages called "IIT Confessions" where I found this post: 

#884 24th may 2013 was the day which changed my views about life... my room mate at iit had fallen in love in the 3rd year of our college to one of the most chirpy, flamboyant girl of our batch. i had no particular reservations for their relationship other than the fact that they were quite opposites my buddy was shy, intro and she altogether was different and i actually felt that she did not love my friend as much as he did. actually becoz of her nature i thought she took their relationship very lightly. but whatever be my notion both got along well then i got placed in the usa and left while my friend got placed in an mnc in india . we kept in touch for a few months but like it happens usually we got busy in our lives and could not interact much. i took my parents to usa and my links with india got completely cut. now 9 years later i am on an business trip to india i thot of meeting my college friends and contacted many thru fb and likewise. i tried contacting my roomie but met with no responses.when 7, 8 of us met i got this news that my roomie died 5 years ago in the delhi blast at karol bagh. i was shocked and cudnt sink in the fact he was his parents only son and that troubled me more about how those people wud be surviving. so i took his address and went to meet them. when i entered the place(a simple yet utterly beautiful one) i found a group of four 2 old men and 2 old women were having their evening snacks and were smiling, laughing and talking i went on and introduced myself to them they all greeted me with a lot of love and asked me to join in and served me some tea. i took it and was left with no words on how to ask them about how things have been over the years. so i decided to leave and as i was about to rise the gates opened and my friend's gf entered (i thot so these two finally married). she was surprised to see me and welcomed me and asked me to stay over the dinner. after a lot of pestering i agreed and later mustering a lot of courage i asked her so how's life ? to which she smiled and replied good. after a moment silence she continued" we were happy very happy together and were about to get married when it all happened i was devastated but then i looked at these 4 people (his and her parents) and decided that i wud have to move on. i bought a new place brought in all four together and are now living happily." she said when i do sumthing for them i know shubhu smiles and its his happiness that i always want. i asked her how is she managing she said love is not only about his physical presence in my life it is about celebrating togetherness and that we do each day with our parents and i know somewhere he is also around here watching our every move keeping us protected. and then she added wish i had his child. after listening to all this i realised the strenghth of their love and coudnt help envying my friend on how lucky he was to have found this girl who is selflessly busy playing her role in their relation without the society bound order of marriage etc. i cudnt help feeling small at the girl's immense strength and pure love that their relation stands on. i relised how wrong i was in those days. she said she has enough memories to last for a lifetime and said. " log aksar humse humari khushmijaji ka karan pucha karte hai to hum bh palat kat kar kahte hai, huzoor apki aindagi mein yaadein hai par humari to har ek yaad hi jindagi hai" a huge salute to you girl and lots of respect to you. indeed life is beautiful its just the matter of ones view to take the challenges.

"Is this even true ? WOW " .... this was my first reaction when I finished reading it. This post made me believe for some moment that things like humanity, kindness, love, sacrifice, sympathy, compromise, happiness do exist these days. The girl deserves the highest form of respect. Another example why women are great. The boy who fell for her didn't just find a girlfriend for himself but also found a daughter for his parents.

Wow ! You are amazing, whoever you are ....

The biggest irony here is that the luckiest person died young ....
   
This post somehow managed to touch me for a moment. I don't know whether this really happened or not and no one can prove the authenticity as well. The most beautiful thing about confession pages is the anonymity. If someone has a chance to tell something honestly and no one will ever find out, I don't think there is any reason to lie. On the other hand, the possibility that this was posted for the popularity of the page cannot also be denied. But for the moment, I am going to put aside my doubts and believe that this is true because she deserves it.

Source of the confession post is : http://www.facebook.com/IITConfess?fref=ts , Confession Number #884

YOU

Moonlit night
Stars shining bright
Cool breeze
Crawling through my skin
Making me awake and calling those memories

Thoughts about you
Your smile
Your Eyes bright as the stars
Your hairs softer than the finest silk

My love
My care
Like the moonlight
To lighten up even your dark nights

You give wings to my thoughts
Wings that know no other direction
Other than flying to you
To your smile .. To your warm embrace
To your love ... To your caress

You cross my mind in every instance
So today I decided to write about it instead
I tried writing and you crossed my mind
A million times ... So a million times I smiled

You don't even know
How amazing you are
How could you ?
When I haven't even told you ?
I will ... for sure
But when ? I don't know
But I will ! This is what I know !

Note: "You" is a fictional character !

Returning On A Jetplane

It was a warm afternoon, a bright afternoon, mid October. The autumn breeze was blowing softly, touching her face, her arms and making her dark tresses flutter softly like silk strands. Autumn had always been her favourite season- not so hot, not so cold, the red coloured tree leaves...Oh .. those bright colours, soothing her eyes! She loved the sound the leaves produced when they stroked with each other as the wind tried to throw them apart. She could feel the music within them. She always thought that the leaves died happily to make way for the new ones and they enjoy this game they are playing with the wind - producing a soft crisp magical sound . She stared at the leaves fallen down and scattered around the tree and thought, "today some of my bitter memories will fall down making way for better ones just like these leaves."
 
Today was different, different from the normal autumn days ! Today was special, very very special. She was just truly happy. The happiness created magic within her. She felt light and free. The sparkle in her eyes, the glow on her face clearly reflected something entirely different. Maybe some extra muscles were stretched to accommodate that big smile on her face today. Maybe some extra hormones were produced by the glands of her body to make her feel the way she felt today. She had not felt like this for quite a while. She thought real happiness must feel like what she had been feeling today.
 
He was coming !!!!
 
Every moment spent without him was like a thousand years spent apart. Those sleepless lonely nights, the void, everything used to haunt her. She missed his hugs, his kisses, his funny remarks and his attempts to make her happy. For her everything about him was perfect. He loved her so much that she always felt lost within him. He was her everything and she was the one he was crazy about. He treated her like a Queen ... She would blush and he would laugh at her. She liked this laugh of him .... a very genuine laugh, probably because of her and she would also end up laughing in the end. Oh, she missed all these things so bad that she couldn't even express.
 
But at that moment, it felt as if it all happened just yesterday. It felt like yesterday when he picked up his guitar and sang to her " Leaving On A Jetplane" by John Denver. She was holding herself up the whole time but broke instantly into tears when he started the first line ... "All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go ..." She listened to the whole song crying ... all her senses went numb except for her ears which were listening to the sadness in his voice ... she didn't want to break in front of him but she could no longer fight with her tears. She wanted him to stop right there but couldn't say anything. When he reached the line "Hold me like you'll never let me go ..." she ran near him, hugged him tight from the back with her face pressed on his neck and cried even more. Her tears were like a heavy downpour. He continued and finished at last ... she was still hugging him tight. He put his guitar aside and told her to stop crying. He slowly helped her stand in front of him. She was still crying. He wiped her tears with his thumb and tucked her soft hairs behind her ears. He just kept staring at her, without saying a single word. The look in his eyes and the sadness in his face, everything was still clear and fresh in her memories. She even blamed herself because he was never ever sad in his life as long as she had known him and her presence made him hard to say goodbye. He was so much expressive, romantic and happy and he liked singing and strumming his guitar. He was a very good singer who sang with all his feelings. He pulled her close and hugged her tight ... and uttered just these words, " I will miss you, take care of yourself when I am away and don't forget that I love you so much." Again she broke into tears but held herself up after a while.
 
It was today that he left on a Jetplane exactly 2 years ago. It was Tuesday. He was leaving for a job opportunity abroad because it was the only choice left for him. After the firm he was working became bankrupt due to the political instability, he was jobless. Not only him, thousands of other youths became jobless during that time. He started looking for some other jobs but all in vain. More than six months of rigorous job hunting and he didn't get any despite his good education and experience. Then he started applying for jobs in other countries as well. One fine day he got an unexpected call and after some questioning they gave him the job offer. He was both happy and sad at the same time. He told her about the offer. Life was getting harder for them, their finances were really bad. They were deep down in debt. She was also jobless and hunting for a job. So she knew and understood this was the only option left for them. He told her that it was a special project assignment having the duration of 25 months. They were married for about 11 months then. He was just 24 and she was 22 when they got married. She hated her country that day... the unstable politics .... filthy game of power and chair ... it was worse than war for her. Her love was going far away from her because of this. She was sad but kept a smiling face so that he does not get demotivated. She never cried in front of him while he was busy with all the paper works for visa. The only time she cried in front of him was when he sang the song that day.
 
She was very pretty with those bright beautiful eyes, long black hair and that smile. He always told her that she was the most beautiful girl he had ever laid his eyes on. He used to tell her that he was crazy about the crinkles on her nose when she smiled. She had always smiled that way but never noticed them until he told her. Every time they would be together she used to talk and talk and he used to listen to her like a child listening to his favourite story. Stupid ! she used to think! Probably, only his memories were responsible for holding her together all these time.


She looked at her watch. It was precisely 4:40 pm, still 10 minutes left. She was carrying a polythene bag. A white chart paper was rolled, kept carefully inside the bag but visible from the outside. A jetplane roared in a distance. It was after two long years she was going to see him in person. This spiked some feelings of sudden anxiety inside her. It was 4:50pm. She looked around. There were many people there eagerly waiting for their loved ones outside the "Arrivals". She could feel their anxiety, happiness, eagerness and the whole mix of emotions. Clearly, she was not alone facing this situation. She felt content but at the same time felt sad thinking about those people like her who had to be the victim of circumstance ... victim of bad politics .. bad system. Her watch showed 5:24pm. People started coming out one by one. Her eyes were searching for that one person. After some fifteen or so people came out, she saw him and blushed with an inner smile. She stared at him for a moment, he was wearing deep red coloured T-shirt, the colour that looked the best on him, slowly pushing the trolley forward and his eyes wandering as if searching for someone. She quickly took out the chart paper, unrolled it and flashed it above her head like protesters holding a placard. Everyone started staring at her but she kept staring at him. He finally saw her and read the placard. He increased his pace... reached her, left his trolley and hugged her tight. She instantly broke into tears once again but this time it was her happiness. He whispered "I missed you a lot". She started laughing and crying at the same time. She went blank for some moment when he kept hugging her saying nothing else. Some moments later, he realised that everyone was staring at them so he started pulling the trolley and wrapped his right hand around her shoulder, holding her close. Both started walking slowly ... silent. She looked around her and saw some sad faces. Probably they were facing the same situation she faced some years ago. She was still holding the placard on her hands, rolled back. He asked her to unroll it once again which she happily did... It read:

"It is 21st century, so my Prince Charming decided to come to me on a White Jetplane instead!"







Note: This is purely a work of fiction I wrote some time ago. Probably, it is inspired from the song "Leaving On A Jetpane" by John Denver.

Untitled Love

Scene 1: Somewhere in a dimly lit room

She picked up her cell phone after the "Ting Ting" sound. She checked the message. First she carefully read it and while she was reading it, a smile had already entered her face. After she finished reading, her eyes sparkled too. She lowered the cell phone and rested the glowing screen to her chest just below the neck. She held her head slightly up and smiled like an idiot. Yes, she smiled like a total idiot for more than 10 seconds and for a moment lost the track of time. Then she suddenly regained senses and shook her head quickly so as to become fully aware. She looked around her, just to be sure she was alone and then laughed again. But it was a quick smile this time. Now, she became conscious again and held the cellphone with both hands. She started typing real fast which was the thing she was very very good at - her fingers moving across the alphabets like some magical wand doing the magic.

Scene 2: A terrace, Day of supermoon so the terrace was glowing with moonlight.

He was standing on the west corner of the terrace leaning against the steel bars. The time was 10:30pm. The whole terrace was properly lit with the glow of the supermoon. He was always amused by the moonlight. He stared at the moon for sometime as a group of purple coloured clouds was trying to cover the moon but in vain. He was lost in thoughts about her, his life and his day today.

He had  had a very busy day at work today. The work load was too much and he had one meeting to attend. Just as he entered the office, he went straight to the pantry. He pressed the "Latte" button and observed carefully as the coffee and milk slowly poured from the machine into the cup. For a moment her face flashed before him. She was crazy about coffee, nothing amused her more than a hot cup of coffee. She loved the smell of freshly ground beans more than anything, they had a sort of magical effect on her, a bright smile on her face and eyes sparkling as if she has sniffed some magical potion. He always told her she looks like a child opening a pack of chocolates while smelling the beans. "Your coffee is getting cold bro ... " said one of his colleague and he got alert as if he woke up from a dream. He went directly to the meeting room and just before he entered the room, he turned on "silent mode" on his cell. He saw that he had a message from her. He smiled and then entered the meeting room. The meeting went on for hours, they took a brief lunch break and then continued. It was finally over at around 6pm and after he finished some other works, it was well past 8pm. He came home straight away, got fresh, had dinner with his family as always and went straight to the terrace for some fresh air. He took out his cell phone and saw the message. The message said:

"She: Hey handsome, whats up ? Any plans today evening ... lets meet for a coffee! " ( sent at 8:07 am)

He took a quick look at his watch. It was 10:40pm. He started typing:

"Hey beautiful, I am really sorry for the late reply. I was really busy at office today. I couldn't even reply you .. clients .. you know how stubborn they are. You know what .. every time I drink coffee, it reminds me of you .. the smell reminds me of your child-like smile and those sparkling eyes. :P :P. Today I was lost in your thoughts in pantry beside coffee machine and a friend had to bring me back to senses ... Stupid You ... making me crazy for no reason ... :) :) I know you will be reading this with a smile on your face ... and you will look around and if you are alone, you will laugh like an idiot for sometime and then reply me ... Oh I wish I was there to stare at you secretly so as to see your expressions, your stupid smile which had made me crazy !!! Devil woman ... :P :P .. I wish I was there to see you cute fingers typing really really fast to reply me .... I wonder where you get that speed while typing ... you are thrice as efficient as me while typing .... God I am falling for you again ... your magic exists even if you are not here ... what kind of creation are u ?? huh ?? I am in terrace gazing at the supermoon today. It looks beautiful. I will click photos and send u later .... reply me ASAP
and yeah I miss you too ... You and me at the coffee shop tomorrow sharp 7pm ... please dont say no ... I want to see your childish stupid smile ;) "

then he pressed "send" arrow button on viber.

Scene 3: Same Dimly lit room as in scene 1

While she typed a long reply with a lightening fast speed, she took a moment before she pressed "send". She started thinking about him. "Why have I fallen for this stupid dork anyways ? He takes more than 10 hours to reply my message. It has been almost 3 weeks since we haven't met ! And now he is in terrace looking at the moon ... I can imagine the face he must be making now ... constantly checking for reply and looking at the moon as well ... that stupid doesn't even know how much I miss him now, how much I want to be by his side looking at the moon along with him. Then he would make some silly joke about his boss or about his day at work and would definitely make me smile like an idiot. I like listening to his silly little life experiences because they make me happy. I love his enthusiasm in life, his personality. He is so vibrant, so spontaneous, so brilliant and smart enough to know how to make me smile, he treats me like a queen ... I cannot imagine how much he loves me, how much he cares about me and my well being. His just one message is enough to make me feel good. How well he knows me .. my likes ... my little things .. He is perfect for me ... Stupid !!! " She looked around once again because she has been unconsciously smiling while thinking about him, luckily no one was there ... then she pressed the "send" arrow.

After some moments her phone started ringing. She looked at it and saw " He Calling" she gave a quick short smile and swiped her thumb from left to right and started scolding him softly for replying so late to her messages .... as she slowly walked out of the room and headed for the terrace.

Googling Yourself

Have you ever tried Googling Yourself ? I guess everyone has tried that ..... Most of the times, all you get is the Facebook Page, Twitter page and some non- relevant results. So we just see the first page of the results and don't even bother to check the second page.

When I was in 2nd year of Engineering three years ago, I randomly googled myself and found my Facebook and Hi5 page and twitter page too (but I was not into tweeting that time). Then I thought about checking the second page of the result. After I clicked it, I was surprised. There was a link to a website, the domain was ".be" so I figured that it is a link to a Belgian Website. I opened the link and saw collection of poems written in different languages including English. I scrolled through it carefully so as to find why that result was shown by google. After some minutes of careful inspection, I saw my name "Bikalpa Pokhrel" written below a poem of some lines.

After reading the poem, all the memories started coming back together. I was in class 9 when our English teacher asked me to write a poem. He gave me the title as well "The Door". He asked me to write anything that comes to my mind when I think of "The Door". I was into writing poems during those days in school. I won some poem competitions too. I asked him what was it for and he told me that some INGO has launched "The Door" project and they are asking several school children to write poems on the topic. The winner would get chance for some kind of internship programme in Europe. I was excited at the very instant. Later that night at home I wrote some lines on the topic "The Door" and gave him the next day.

It was during the end of class 9 and after I reach 10th standard, all that was on my mind was SLC SLC SLC ... so I totally forgot about it. After completing SLC and then Higher Secondary, I came to India for Engineering Education and that was the day I remembered about that poem. Thanks to Google. Well to be honest, I was a little happy to get my work published in a website, no matter how bad that was ... I was surfing internet in my college Computer Centre and the next thing I did was copy the poem and save it in my drafts in gmail.

Sometimes Googling yourself brings back some good memories. I do Google myself these days as well .. and I hope to find something interesting about myself.

Oh yes, the website is still there and the link is  http://www.wcrp.be/Parole%20de%20J/porte_htm.htm  
You can check the website, there are some good poems as well.
Here is the poem I wrote almost 9 years ago.

The Door

A mysterious thing is a door
Has exits and entrances more
A door may lead and mislead you
But never forget to choose the right view.


Door has the immense power of change
As you get inside, there may be revenge
A world where you can behold
Golden sunrise never before told.


Inside a door there may be a blind
Both the happiness and sadness you may find
But there you shouldn't be careless
Always beware of magic and madness.


You may find there darkness too
But don't feel it a tight shoe
For golden days will approach you
Peace 'n happiness never miss you.


Door is therefore so strange
As it has the power to change
Darkness into dazzling light
Glorious liberty after the terrible fight.


A door, entrance for the better life
Must be behind all the guns and knife
The heavenly peace must be there
Joy and pleasure will remain forever

- Bikalpa Pokhrel

I don't know what was my mood when I wrote this. But finding it suddenly was certainly a good experience and a good memory. This is one of the many reasons why I love GOOGLE so much ...

At last, I want to suggest everyone: " Do Try Googling Yourself From Time to Time, as you never know what GOOGLE has to offer you"

An Incident ...... (This Is a real Event) ..

  One day I was shopping for some groceries in a department store in Bangalore. A boy about 7/8 years was playing around with the shopping cart. I was just checking some items and the cart just touched me while the boy was pushing it .... I got alert and looked back ...even before I saw the boy he instantly said "Sorry" I smiled at him and said "It's Ok, No Problem !"

This incident doesn't end here .... few seconds later a girl (most probably his sister) came and said "Sorry, He is a naughty kid" ... I again smiled and said " It is fine, no problem really" and at last his mom ( most probably ) came and again apologized. The boy was there observing this incident.

All of them were so sweet and polite. Saying sorry to a random stranger just because the cart touched him. A small boy had already learned to say sorry even for some small mistake, which was really appreciable ...

In life we should also learn to say Sorry and Thank You. We should always be appreciative of good things and instantly say sorry for our mistake no matter how small the mistake it. If I was inside the store in Nepal, same scenario was not possible. I am not saying that all people in Nepal are rude but usually they are. This, I think, is the perfect example of how child should be raised ... with moral values. Afterall the children learn most of their behaviour from family, how they treat each other and how they treat others ...

(Just Wanted to share this incident ..... )

BEAUTIFUL PAVEMENT ....

The pavement looked amazing at night after the rainfall ... the reflections of street lights and the lights of vehicles passing by and the mall add more to the charm. This pavement today was a sight to see .... The cool air after the rainfall and the smell of fresh rainfall were just amazing which went so well with this beautiful view.

I enjoy rain... I enjoy rainfall especially at nights ... and if I am in a well lit area so that I can stare at the long stretching streets sparkling due to the reflections of the street lights, that is a sight to die for ... it always fills me with strange kind of emotions ....

Beauty can be found in smallest of things. I come to this pavement often for an evening stroll but it never looked as beautiful as it did today. I think mother nature has her own ways to make us, humans realize her presence. This pavement outside a mall in Bangalore is usually crowded with people. Some people come here to buy something, some come here to have nice time with friends, some come here for an evening stroll. When I entered the mall, this pavement was crowded but when I came out it was empty ... but it was lively.... it was not full of people but full of a strange kind of beauty. I don't know whether I can call this view a beauty ... or it is something else .. something yet undefined ... for some it may be just a wet pavement .... whatever is it for other people .... it is mesmerizing for me ... I quickly took a pic so that I can look at it later and write something about it ...

When the rainfall stopped ... the pavement filled slowly became crowded .... and I was there the whole time quietly staring at the pavement as it slowly filled with people one by one ... while I was returning home afterwards I couldn't take my eyes off the long stretched streets filled with all sorts of vehicles throwing lights on the street sparkling after the rain .....

Reminiscence

Falling for you was so much easy, especially with your great charm. The smile you wear as makeup and the sparkle you carry in your eyes ! Oh those eyes .... rendering everything else dull around you ... and like a fool I fell for you ... fell deep for you ... without having the slightest idea about you .... I don't even want to know ... maybe I want you to remain as this sweet memories in my head ....or maybe I am afraid of getting really hurt and sad knowing that you have already fallen for someone else ...

Then heard these words from your mouth "Excuse Me" as I was standing in your way and staring at you like a fool ... those words still echo in my mind or my ears ... I don't even know that ....

People say only fools fall in love .... but there I was ... a fool ... falling for someone I just saw ....falling for you .... falling for that lovely smile of yours ... falling for those eyes and that voice ....

P.S - You Are Lovely ... The Mystery Angel ...

Diary Of A Random Girl ....

There is a fine line between dreaming and thinking ... between the dreams you see and thoughts you contemplate. I dream about Harry Potter(my prince charming) but I think about that stupid boy who likes me for who I am. He even says that it is ok for me to go out with Harry if I ever meet him and he would have no problem with that.

But will I ever be able to leave him just to go out with Harry, my dream. On the spur of the moment I might think my prince charming is perfect for me. But the reality might be different. Harry Potter is not even real damn it. I have fallen for a person who is not even real. Can I call it love ? My love for a person who doesn't exist seems so unreal.

Sometimes I wonder about the feelings I have for this stupid boy. Is that love? if it is love then what about the feelings that i have for Harry ? This question has no answer. Harry is brave and perfect. Harry makes the impossible possible ... he is special.

But, whenever I am in trouble or need some crucial suggestions I turn to that stupid boy. He knows me well, he never judges me , listens to me and suggests me. I cannot .... ( my phone beeps) ...
"hey, what doin ?" the message says, which is a reply to the text I sent him 6 hours earlier saying , "I need some suggestion from you" ...
just this message is enough for me ... on this spur of moment I decide that dreams are not real but thoughts are .... thoughts are rational ... real .... and worth a fight. When we talk about our dream job or dream life .... we actually mean the job that we think is perfect .. or a life we think is perfect ... so after all we are chasing our thoughts .... this stupid boy is the person I think of ... i worry when he says he didn't have lunch or dinner .. I worry if his day went well today ... I always wish best for him ...
He may not be Harry but he is real and nice ... so he is more than Harry ...

With this thought in mind, I pick up the cellphone and start texting him with a smile ...

P.S - He doesn't know yet that I have already fallen for him but I am not sure whether he has also fallen for me or just helping me as a good friend.

One Fine Night ....

Her eyes were exhausted and she was anxious! The cellphone was kept on the table by her side... It was carefully placed at a perfect distance and position so that she could pick it up instantly if it rang!
She was an epitome of beauty, eyes sparkling and a beautiful smile to add the charm. Lively , cheerful and happy! Yes, happy for no reason! Strange but true! She was the kind of person who remained happy all the time!
For a moment his face flashed before her! He was not the most handsome man she had ever met but he was one of a kind! He had his own style, the way he spoke - comforting soft and kind of funny! He had grace and a little shy as well! She thought "am I falling for him? No this is not possible. How can I fall for a random stranger whom I met for the first time? But I had never felt like this ever before! "
She looked at the old antique wall clock that was carefully displayed on her wall. She liked the clock a lot! The Clock belonged to her great grandfather and it was working perfectly. It was 10:30 ! Then she wondered whether her love would last for generations as the Clock did. "Human emotions has more mechanisms than the clock and need more care and maintainance . But if handled properly it would last forever" she thought!
Again she turned her head towards the clock and read the time as 10:39 or 10:38!
Suddenly the phone rang ! She quickly took it and checked who's calling! The phone displayed "Mr Stranger Calling". She smiled like a child! The most genuine smile anyone could have ever seen! Then she swiped her thumb from left to right and said "Hey Stranger" !