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Monday, December 24, 2012

Avanti & I





Amay Naik's Personal Diary

                                                                                                                                           -12 June 
        It has been a week now that Avanti passed away leaving me all alone in this world, letting me be alive to have such a dejected life. In couple of weeks it is our 3rd wedding anniversary! It’s still hard to believe that she is no more; it feels like that we had just begun our beautiful journey of married life but before it could flourish effusively … Avanti left me!

Saturday, August 18, 2012

Life's a Bitch!! Part-1

Life's a Bitch


“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?”

Friday, July 6, 2012

An Amazing Love Story

A cup of coffee



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.
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