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 PARENTS...A HEART TOUCHING STORY

An 80 year old man was sitting on the sofa in his house along with his 45 years old highly educated son. Suddenly a crow perched on their window.
The Father asked his Son, “What is this?” The Son replied “It is a crow”. After a few minutes, the Father asked his Son the 2nd time, “What is this?” The Son said “Father, I have just now told you “It’s a crow”. After a little while, the old Father again asked his Son the 3rd time, What is this?” At this time some expression of irritation was felt in the Son’s tone when he said to his Father with a rebuff. “It’s a crow, a crow”.A little after, the Father again asked his Son the 4th time, “What is
this?”
This time the Son shouted at his Father, “Why do you keep asking me the same question again and again, although I have told you so many times ‘IT IS A CROW’. Are you not able to understand this?”

A little later the Father went to his room and came back with an old tattered diary, which he had maintained since his Son was born. On opening a page, he asked his Son to read that page. When the son read it, the following words were written in the diary :-
“Today my little son aged three was sitting with me on the sofa, when a crow was sitting on the window. My Son asked me 23 times what it was, and I replied to him all 23 times that it was a Crow. I hugged him lovingly each time he asked me the same question again and again for 23 times. I did not at all feel irritated I rather felt affection for my innocent child”.
While the little child asked him 23 times “What is this”, the Father had felt no irritation in replying to the same question all 23 times and when today the Father asked his Son the same question just 4 times, the Son felt irritated and annoyed.
So..
If your parents attain old age, do not repulse them or look at them as a burden, but speak to them a gracious word, be cool, obedient, humble and kind to them. Be considerate to your parents.From today say this aloud, “I want to see my parents happy forever. They have cared for me ever since I was a little child. They have always showered their selfless love on me.
They crossed all mountains and valleys without seeing the storm and heat to make me a person presentable in the society today”. Say a prayer to God, “I will serve my old parents in the BEST way. I will say all good and kind words to my dear parents, no matter how they behave.
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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 OLD LADY...A HEART TOUCHING STORY

Once Vimal was going to his office from home. As soon as he left home, his wife said that coming in the evening, bring bananas. Vimal came out of the house saying ok.. As he walked away from home, he saw an old LADY on the way, which was selling bananas. Vimal thought I would not be remembered by the evening, so buy from here and keep it in the bag.

When Vimal approached the old lady and asked for the price of bananas, then old lady told about 35 rupees for a dozen bananas. But Vimal felt this price very high and told "Amma (Grandmother) in shopping mall next to my office, there is  banana worth 30 rupees. You give it on the same rate. "

On this old lady replied, "Son, I do not even buy in 30.. And if they buy more then they would have been cheaper. But I can not match them even if I want to. "

Hearing this, Vimal said, "Amma, reduce some rate. If you can not give them equal, then I will give you up to 32 rupees. "

The old lady replied, "I buy so much in the son and if I do not earn anything then how can I sell you?"

Upon hearing old lady, Vimal thought I would buy from the mall next to the office. And went to office without buying bananas from there.

After the discharge in the evening, Vimal went to the mall and asked the rate of banana there, the shopkeeper told a dozen for 40 rupees. Hearing this, Vimal said, "Sir, last week I took 30 rupees a dozen from here. How are you giving 40 rupees today? "

On this, the shopkeeper replied, "Sir, this rate was up to last week but now 10 rupees a dozen have increased."


On this Vimal told the shopkeeper, "I always take vegetables and fruits from you. Do some things for me. "

But the shopkeeper has silenced Vimal by saying that this is a fixed rate shop, the rate can not be reduced at all.

Upon hearing the shopkeeper's word, Vimal remembered the old lady in the morning. And Vimal returned empty-handed from the mall and reached old la's handcart.

Old lady immediately recognised Vimal and immediately reached Vimal's troupe and said, "Excuse me son but I can not match the malls and you will not be able to give me less than 35 rupees a dozen"

On this Vimal said "Do not worry Amma. I will give you 40 rupees a dozen and you give me two dozen. "

And old lady gives two dozen bananas,, he gave 80 to old lady. But lady took the money for Rs 70 and returned the rest of the bill.

And old lady looked at Vimal's behaviour and started to talk to Vimal about her heart. "Earlier, my husband used to sell fruit but now his age has become so much that he is constantly sick and we do not have any children. Its earnings can only cost the cost of their medicine. And I'm just living my life in some way of selling it. "And the tears started coming out...from old lady's eyes....

Vimal retrieved Amma and said "Amma should not worry you. Do not you cry. Now from now on, I will be able to do it every day. "

Saying this, Vimal pulled out Rs.1000 from his purse and given in Amma's hand, "You keep these 1000 rupees. This is what I am advancing to you. I'll take any of the fruits from you, keep cutting off the advances given. Buy these more fruits from your money and keep them on your handcart. Only then will your earnings increase "

After this, Vimal persuaded his friends and the people of this neighborhood to take fruits from the same old lady.... By which many people started buying fruits from lady and gradually the old lady started earning good.... And now the old lady began to care better for herself and her husband...

Friends, this story teaches us that it is not right to always go on the shining threat. Sometimes there are many people around us that depend on us and those who need our support very much. Sometimes we ignore them and buy goods from expensive shops. As the people sitting on the side of the road can not earn as much so that their house can run properly. That is why we should also try to support even those who are dependent on us.

A GLASS OF WATER.....A MOTIVATIONAL STORY

Once a teacher grabbed a glass of water in his hand and asked the students "What will be the weight of this glass?"

A student weighed 100 grams, someone 200 grams and someone weighed 300 grams.

Upon hearing all this, the teacher said that I do not even know the correct weight and then asked if I kept it for a few minutes in my hand, what would happen?

A student responds to the rise "will not make any difference."

The teacher said "okay, but now if I keep holding this glass for an hour, what will happen?"

A child responded by saying "You will feel pain in your hand"

The teacher pleaded with the child and then asked, "What if I keep holding this glass all day long?"

Your hand will become numb and maybe, your hand will stop working - a child responds.

Very good - the teacher said

Now the teacher asked "Was the weight of the glass changing every time?"

The children replied "no"

Then what was the reason for the pain in the hand? - The teacher asked

All the children became silent because nobody had any answer.

Then the teacher asked, "What should I do if hand pains begin?"

One child got up and replied "The glass should be put down"

"The right answer was answered" - The teacher said with gratitude.

The teacher explained to the children the problems of life are like the same glass. If you keep grip for a while then you do not have much trouble. But the problems of thinking of these problems for a long time will start pain in the head. Thinking of a long time will make the mind numb.

So friends should accept the difficulties and find a way out of it. Problems will always be there. Just always try to find the solution

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? "