THE LOVE...TRUE OR BLIND ???

Before meeting with that boy, there was some hollow in my life, it was a strange emptiness.
Whom no one else had ever felt other than me.
Because I was very fickle by nature, that's why I used to be surrounded by people in college and home.
Despite that I used to speak a lot, there was also a second aspect of my life.
And I did not allow anyone to come in that part of life.
The girl who was happy to see from outside, who used to see every moment happy, could not have imagined that she would be so lonely from inside, she would have got so many pain inside her.
I had made a circle around me.
No one could break the laws made by me.
I was not able to say that the boy is going to break down the claims made by me and it is going on in my mind.
Talking to him at the outset was just a formality.
Because of being a classmate, I used to have frequent interactions with him and her.
But I did not even realize that he loved my mind, he loved me like a divan.
It was a different matter that till today, he never let this thing appear before me.
When I had small problems, she was more painful than me.
Anyone like this can take a lot of time to believe.
But over time, I realized that this guy worries me, I take care of myself.
Her love was crazy, she was able to do anything for my happiness.
The boy mentioned without mentioning that he likes to talk to me, it is good to spend time with me, very smartly asked me for friendship.
On that day we both came to college early and there was no one in the class - "He asked if I can hold your hand".
At first I was surprised that what has happened to this boy today is why he is talking like this kind of thing.
But I had full confidence in him that he would not do any wrong thing.
There was a truth in his eyes and I could see this clearly.
He-so Honestly asked for my hand that I could not refuse him and I gave him his hand.
He took my hand in his own hands and said, will you become my friend, you like me and I see a good friend in you, a good person sees you and I want to be with you as my friend throughout my life.
He  honestly kept this thing in front of me that I could not do and I did yes.
That day he just said so and went away. I could clearly see the happiness of making friends with him on his face.
I was laughing all day long thinking how he was caught by my fear.
I could well feel his handsome hands.
And remembering that sentence all day, I was laughing, I was laughing freely in the loneliness.
 People living around me saw this and understood that there is something about it.
Now we both became friends and he had asked for permission to speak on the phone at any time.
Now it seemed to me to talk to him, I was not able to understand what was going on inside me.
Why did I start waiting for her phone? Why was I going to stretch towards her?
Perhaps I started feeling good about sharing her words with him.
Whenever I was depressed, he would know if anyone did not know it.
And he used every possible effort to remove my sadness.

One day he told me I love you, it took time ... but I also expressed my love.
On my every birthday, to be more happy with me, despite spending thousands of rupees on me to spend, he was crazy, mine was mine.
He even made me crazy.
To get out of the bike often, to go to the film by bunking the college, we all seemed to like it.
His whole world was made, I used to worship him, he was
I did not think of anything before anyone was screwed for me.
The days began to pass rapidly, we both had forgotten the world.
That period of love had changed both of us from within.
We drank the love of love, and made more promises, and made more promises.

It took time, my father confirmed my marriage only at the young age of 20-21 years.
My presence from inside was also bihal, but she was more upset than me.
He was ready to go to any extent, to get along with me.
But I knew that if I run away from home then it will be difficult for my family to live.
With a strong heart, I refused to go with him.
He tried hundreds of times every day trying to change my decision, but I did not.
I got married, everyone was happy .... Except that guy
After several months of my marriage, I met him. He had lost his condition.
He said that he was lonely even before meeting me and after my departure, he was alone.

He says that he has lost the battle of love, but he will surely win the battle of love.
He says that, you can not be with me, my love is with me, no.
With the help of my love, he is moving forward in life.
On that day he said that his love is true, so his love will never become his weakness.
I realize my mistake. Because my love is more sad than me, I have ruined his life.
I salute the love of that junkie, who has neither my tone, nor my time nor my life but he still loves me.

But that day he lied to me, maybe he was badly broken.
While he tried to show himself very brave.
He had gone away from the people, and people had gone away from him.
He had made friends with the evil people. He became alcohol, cigarette and drugs etc.
He was badly hit by depression. And finally one day he committed suicide.
It was the end of this story.
I could neither live nor live with him nor did I meet him in his last time.

We are living in that time where enemies are easily identified.
But recognizing true or false love is becoming more difficult every day.
Moral message of the story: Love, but thinkingly.
The end of the blind love is always bad.
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THE HEART TOUCHING STORY OF....A GIRL

I stood there on the bank of the lake. My hand kept waving as the bus departed. Bus, which was taking away from me the person I had loved so much. The person who did not know I loved him…

Finally the bus took a turn around the bend in the hill and disappeared. It was 6 o Clock in evening and some clouds had formed in the sky making the lake behind me look a little gloomy. Nothing compared to the sinking feeling I had in my heart. Something inside me was telling me I’d never see him again. I felt lifeless.

Somehow I retraced my steps back to the hostel. Most of the girls had already gone back to their home towns. Final exams were over. I had overstayed a few days just because of him. His exams ended 3 days later than mine. I wanted to be with him as much as I could.

We had been together most of these 3 years. I had liked him from the day when I saw him on the stage as organiser of the college annual function. He seemed to be very confident, witty and at ease as host of the function. He had a lean, athletic body and had a grace in his walk. How could anyone not like him?

We had 2 subjects in common and soon we became friends. Our circle included 3 girls including me and 4 boys. Soon, it became a group known all over the college as the TEA group as we were seen at college canteen whenever we had free time.

Later I found out he was very intelligent and eventually he became topper of the batch – for 3 years in a row. But he was very humble also. Very friendly. By the end of second year I was madly in love with him.

Third year started. During the summer vacations, I spent hours imagining how to let him know my feelings. I was always joking with him making him uncomfortable at every opportunity I got. He did not take my jibes seriously and always laughed at my jokes.

Everyone thought I was trying to make a joke of him, but I actually wanted to draw his attention and the only way I knew was to play funny with him.

However, summer was gone and I could not think of anything how to tell him I loved him. On the first day of the college when I saw him coming down the hilly road to attend classes, I just wanted to run and hug him. However I could not any such thing.

He came to me. Our group was already there with him. Everyone asked others how they spent vacations and then we had a tea session and then went to the classes.

During classes I decided nothing doing; I’d just go and tell him how I felt about him.

The class ended and everybody again proceeded to canteen just like we always did. I got stuck somewhere for few minutes with some hostel friends and when I reached the canteen I heard his agitated voice – “How can you do such a silly thing. It is not the age for romance. It is the time to build career. Don’t spoil a good friendship by this love shove thing”. I entered the canteen and what I saw there made my heart sink. He was talking to one of the girls in our group and tearing a letter into pieces and threw them on to the floor.

I just could not stop myself and kneeling down on floor I picked up the pieces… the first one said in her hand writing…. Dear Rajesh, I Love you. I have been wanting to tell you this …..

I simply did not know what to do. I stood back near the wall. No one understood how I felt. Everyone thought I was shocked just like everyone was at his reaction to her love letter. No one had any idea about my feelings for him.

The girl, my friend of past two years was crying, tears flowing down her cheeks.

I found some of my sense back and taking her by shoulder took her out of the canteen. We sat outside the canteen on a bench watching the lake down below. My heart went to her… she was sobbing with her head on my shoulder. I too cried softly … tears for her love and my love. I realized now there was no way I could tell him my feelings.

After that day we continued to remain the TEA group but something was amiss. Soon the year passed and final exams were over. All of us met for one last time at canteen. We had TEA, wished everyone luck. The girls cried. Then we separated.

Next day, he was going to his home town. I came down from the hostel to bus station and met him. He said nothing much. Soon he boarded the bus. Just before boarding the bus, he gave me a book and said – All the best!

I came back to my hostel and opened the book. As soon as I opened the book, I started crying. The book had only plain pages. On the first page he had written in his writing – “I thought some day you will understand my feelings. But it seems that day will never come. Still, I want to tell you -I love you and always will.” On rest of the pages He had simply written “I Love You”.

I cried again…

STRUGGLE OF BUTTERFLY.. AN INSPIRATIONAL STORY

Once a man was walking in his garden, a butterfly cocoon was hanging from a twig. Now the man began to see him every day, and one day he noticed that a small hole was formed in that cocoon. On that day he sat down and watched him for hours. He saw that the butterfly was trying very hard to get out of that shell, but after trying for too long She could not get out of that hole, and then She became absolutely calm as if She had given up.

That man therefore decided that he would help that butterfly. He raised a scissor and made the cocoon's opening so big that the butterfly could come out easily. And this happened, the butterfly came out easily without any conflict, but her body was swollen, and the feathers were dry.

The man kept seeing butterfly thinking that She would start flying and spreading his wings at any time, but nothing like that happened. On the contrary, a poor butterfly could never fly and she had to spend the rest of her life jittering around.

The person did not understand that in his pity and haste, the fact that the process of getting out of the cocoon has made nature so difficult, so that by doing so, the fluid present in the butterfly body can reach its wings and fly as soon as it comes out of the hole. .

In fact, sometimes the struggle in our lives was the only thing we really needed. If we get everything without any struggle, then we will become like a crippled person. Without hard work and struggle, we can never become as strong as our capacity. Therefore, from a positive perspective, see the hard moments in life, you will be taught something that will make your life's flight possible.

THE PRICELESS GIFT....DAUGHTER'S LOVE

Once a man had a 5 year old little and lovely daughter. Once the father rebuked his daughter a lot. Because his daughter had spread the entire house to pack a box. And the father did not like this thing of his daughter.

The next morning, when the daughter got up in the morning, she went to her father's room and gave a well packed box to her father, "Papa, this gift is for you."

As soon as he heard this story of his daughter,He felt guilty..and hugged her with tears....When the father opened the gift he saw that the box was empty.

He told his daughter "This box is empty. I thought it would be a gift. "

Her daughter started crying and saying, "Papa, this box is not empty. I have a lot of love in it. And this love is for you. "

As soon as he heard this, his father's eyes became humble, hugged emotionally to his daughter....with lots of tears..

Friends, this story shows the mutual love of a family, how small things are also important for love and happiness in the family. It is not necessary that we need to do expensive and some extraordinary work to keep our family happy. Because love is an emotional relationship. And this relationship becomes even deeper than small things

THE WORDS...HAVE U EVER FELT WHAT ?

You've read the word ! But have you ever realised ? You have read the words! Have spoken !

Have you ever felt what?

Have you ever put a finger on the neck of a word ?

Did you hear the beating of a word on the chest of her ?

You will say that there is not so much of a word ! The word is the same !

How many words have you shouted ! Some will cry, standing in the shower ! But ever touching on a page written with TEARS  have u felt salt on your fingers ?

By reading 'RAIN', does the mind want to cover ? Feel mud in the feet ?

Watch 'CHILDHOOD' on your chest ! Does any nude child seem to be playing with ours chicks ?

Do you ever read 'LONELINESS' and it looks as if one of you is very specially laughing at your pain and you are laughing seeing her, and that place is not filled up till today ?

Cold air passes through the back of the ear reading 'GRAVEYARD' ? It looks like a childhood dream, on which someone sat on your chest and you were not able to get up?

If you read 'GHOST'  then you look at your side next to you? Is not there anybody behind your screen watching this night ?
                                      * I said do not look back ! *

By hearing 'REMEMBER, do you scour the face of a forgotten man with your nails and return back ? IT is having pain, leave IT !

'Did you ever break your bangles by sitting with him when you read' WIDOW ' ?

By reading the 'STERILE' and crying with the cold cry of her cry, have you ever met ?

How do you feel if you hear 'LOVE'? I think you get nervous! Sissy C !

How do you feel if you hear your name? feel alone ? It seems as  there is a torn container of plastic waiting for some garbageman on an empty  road?

You've missed a lot of words ! There are some words that you forgot ! Some words you want to forget but can not forget ! What she said was by keeping her head on your shoulder...Whispers in your ears !

How weak you are, you lose one 'a word' with 'word' every night!

"You've read the word ! Have you ever felt? "

SACRAMENTS...

Many people have heard that rites, wisdom, etc. are not inherited. It can not say the wisdom, but the sacrament must be found in the heritage only. The first guru of any child is his parents. The discretion of identifying good evil and understanding the differences between them only meets the child with the parents. People around him do not only affect him but the role of parents is ego.

Nowadays the new auspicious Mahabharata is coming on St A r-Plus. Seeing the story of Mahabharata again this thing got up in the mind like this. If Satyavati had good rites, then her son would also have a good ritual, and perhaps neither Ved-Vyas had to give a son to Ambika and Ambalika, nor was Mahabharata. But if there were good values ​​in it, then Devvart does not have to become Bhishma. If Dhritarashtra and Gandhari had given good rites to their sons, then the story would have become something else. If the virtue of a Madri was good, then Pandu might not get a curse nor would his famine be killed. Even today, five sons of Kunti are counted, Madri's name often does not come.

I've seen many parents play Escape the Blame; Children have been spoiled, have been spoiled by friends or relatives, etc. But blame the blame of others, the faults of the parents do not diminish. If the parents go to the credit of giving good values ​​to the child, then the fault of not having good rituals in the child is due to them.

I can not say from a father's perspective, experience is necessary for him, but I have the attitude of the child and the attitude of a third party observer. Many times the parents go so far in sending child-like rituals and disciplines so that they completely forget the purpose. The result is that the door gets pulled up and the child rebels against the parents wakes up. My mother often tells me - the worst of everything. This thing also applies here too, if you go any side in extreme, the gain will only be less loss.

Even if you make a TV serial on one side, then you can not deny that there is much more to learn in stories like Ramayana and Mahabharata. I am not saying that they should be seen as religious texts, in the debate over the existence of God. My intent is only so that if these two texts are seen only in the form of stories, they have much knowledge to give us. Both of these poetic texts are the trap nets of family problems and we can learn from the deeds of each character and their consequences.