THE BROKEN HEART

The following story is based on a real life experience. However the names of people and places have been replaced to respect their privacy.

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In the midst of a very cold night I was lying restless on my bed changing sides and trying to sleep but somehow I couldn’t, my mind was stormed with all the incidents that had taken place the previous evening.

One Fine Sunday

 “Wake up dear its 10. How much are you going to sleep? Even kumbhakaran would have got complex if he would be alive now” mom was yelling from kitchen. It was not enough of cessation my sugar sleep that evil member of my family took charge to exasperate me by playing stupid basshunter’s song vociferously.

 “Stopover that non sense else I’ll smash your that music player you monster” I shouted at my younger brother by wrapping my head snugly by my super soft pillow. He did unerringly what he shouldn’t have done. He dragged my bed sheet and commenced exhorting “Di get up now, else I’ll have to call dad then he’ll see you better”. This was contravention of limits; he blackmailed me! I had to rouse nonetheless to retort him.

Life's a Bitch!! Part-2

Continued from Life's a Bitch Part-1

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I nodded to him but in my mind’s eye I smiled to myself – the “joke” was going to be on him! Then I waved everyone goodbye, went to the waiting hall, sat on a chair, opened my bag and took out the letter I had written to Aarti. 

During the flight I alleged about it. After trying my utmost, I just could not envisage Aarti as my wife in my new life any more. Till now I had done everything to make everybody happy. But It was my life; Time would heal wounds, abate the injury and dissipate the anger; but what if I got trapped for life with Aarti, it would be an absolute adversity.

Life's a Bitch!! Part-1

“When did you come home? And what are you doing here? Did you have dinner?” my mom was staggered when she wedged me in kitchen so started questioning like archetypal concerned mother. “Yeah mom” I retorted as cold as water bottle elicited from refrigerator. I knew my mom was nippy enough to clench resentment behind my unruffled reply. She became quizzical to find ulterior “What’s wrong Nishant? Is there anything troubling you? Didn’t party go well?”

Stolen Moments

                     

Shyam, a newspaper guy checked the time, ‘oh its 8:10. I am late, I should have delivered paper to “Aalap” by now’ he engrossed in thoughts and started striding. His feet stopped as he reached commodious white bungalow. Every morning he sees it, he is implicated in peering enormity and its magnificence as well. He found it equally amazing every time.

He pulled thick thread of bell, the bell was jangling. It was real bell which is generally used in school and at temples. He still remembered how amused he was when he had heard that chime for first time. Shyam was waiting for her to open the door, meanwhile he was peering the nameplate. It was unlike others but very artistic. Name was written using musical notations… though it was tough to recognize it at glimpse, it was innovative.

Only If I Could.....

Only if I could tell you what my heart really feels for you ..

Only if I could shout to the world how happy I am having you ..

Only if you could be here with me every time I need you ..

Only if you could be every now and then just mine..

The Eleven Balloons!!

I was busy reading my novel when Ritu suddenly interrupted me.

"Again you started reading your book, cant you get some time to talk to your wife, you and your books are just too much". her stern voice commanded an explanation from me.

 Ritu and I were married just few months back and were on our way to visit her maternal relatives for some ritual where in we have to visit for lunch. In first place I was tired of attending these ritual from past couple of weeks and secondly the place we were going was some where in a remote place from Chiplun. And too worsen my woes I had to travel from the state transport bus, thanks to the breakdown of my beloved car. I was already pissed with the too comfortable ride that I was taking from last 30 minutes and hence to divert my mind preferred reading my favorite novel.

Forgive Me O Love!

23-July will always remain special for me and on this special occasion I want to convey my feelings to my love, sadly this letter is the only way I can convey it to her. Knowing that she won't talk to me now, and have blocked me from her life, for the pain I have bestowed, knowingly or unknowingly. But I hope that she reads this somewhere, someday, somehow and does forgive me, because that's all I long for.

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Essence of Love...

With Love..

Listening to my all time favorite song "Nothings gonna change my Love for you" by George Benson I couldn't resist writing this article which is straight from my heart.... :)

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Still Hoping against all odds, that she will come back to me...

A poem that depicts the feelings of a true lover who is in immense pain from the loss of his beloved but still wishes & hopes that she returns someday some how....
It's dedicated to Love of my Life.
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प्रेम असते तरी काय हे कधी कळलेच नाहीं,

जे वाटले ते कधी घडलेच नाहीं .

प्रेम एक सुंदर स्वप्न वाटले,

पण त्याने आयुष्यात नुसते अश्रूच आणले.

ते परतेल ही अजूनही एक आस आहे,

आणि तोच माझ्या जीवनाचा शेवटचा ध्यास आहे.


-Aditya Kasar (AK)

An Amazing Love Story

He met her on a party. She was so outstanding, many guys chasing after her, while he so normal, nobody paid attention to him. At the end of the party, he invited her to have coffee with him, she was surprised, but due to being polite, she promised. They sat in a nice coffee shop, he was too nervous to say anything, she felt uncomfortable, she thought, please, let me go home....suddenly he asked the waiter "Would you please give me some salt? I'd like to put it in my coffee." Everybody stared at him, so strange! His face turned red, but still, he put the salt in his coffee and drank it. She asked him curiously; why you have this hobby? He replied: "when I was a little boy, I was living near the sea, I like playing in the sea, I could feel the taste of the sea, just like the taste of the salty coffee. Now every time I have the salty coffee, I always think of my childhood,  think of my hometown, I miss my hometown so much, I miss my parents who are still living there". While saying that tears filled his eyes. She was deeply touched.

LOVE FOR JOY OF LOVING

Do you believe in the concept of "Loving for the joy loving without expecting anything in return?" I know all this sounds very good for philosophy and literature but let me tell you that it does happen in practicality too. It’s when you like someone to such an extent that it doesn't matter whether that person reciprocates the same feeling with you or not. Here's a small story I want to share with you......