Love Story - Story after Love

After so long back, I have been writing this Love Story. Instead of saying Love Story, I say, this is the story after the love.

Love Blossoms....

We don't know when the Love will stuck to our heart. But that is the time, you see the real in you. I say, you will live as the real person. And that is special. Because love digs out both the best and bad in you.

The little things always come in place for the queen; the rain drizzles, the moon brightness, the hand-in-hand walks, every things seems too cherish and feel be to live in the same utopia forever.

But the god decides the other way, I know, 99.99% of the love stories will fail. Sorry, the love will never fail, only the people will fail in love. What ever may be the reason,

Whoever the girl I see, You are there.
Wherever the place I go, You stand my side.
Whatever the dreams I dive, You will be with me.
Whatever I eat, You share me the half.
Whatever I talk, your name die at the end of the lips,

But why you have gone, still the mystery for me. Why we apart, still unknown.

Will you come back? Will we re-unite?? May be not in this time, I will re-born the life till I meet you?

I have been waiting for you...... forever. 

Broken love stories -1

Influenced by - Teaching Fish Institute.

It was my busy days lot Engineering. With the provocation of my friend, I joined in a spoken English class. It was memorable days, we used to enjoy th every class. Each day we have a surprise with new things.

We learnt Surangani song one day ; we used to frame sentences in English, and I remember the silly question I asked to a woman. "Do you love me?" She replied, No, I am already married; I sung my second song, Appudo Ippudo from Bommarillu, on the stage; Delivered a dialogues of Pawan Kalyan, in the acting of Boat Survival with Captain.

One day, the new tutor stepped in, as his first, he started with gimme your introduction. We completed our turns one after one. Then he dogged deep us into the personal things, the turn awaiting for a thin and lean body, with white shirt waving like a flag on his body. He has smooth hair, I still remember he wear the sports shoes, that makes him odd from the group.

The question was this? Are you loving somebody? The lean boy replied yes. The tutor crossed his another question on him, when you will get marry? He replied, No, I can't marry her. We all looked puzzled, the question of why already gave work to every mind's in the class. In the last year, she died. A Hiroshima atom bomb exploded in our hearts, but silence spread in the class. There after no more words. But my gaze didn't went from him.

It was the first broken story, I heard. And also it was my inspiration in writing first story in this blog. Have a read.

Why they return their memories after the break up?

The title already have given some hint on the post. So, I am not gonna rephrase it.

But as everytime, I wanna share how this idea striked my mind? I used to see Short Films. But in one of the short story, a love failure story, narrated about the break up. The opening scene itself a lady come with a box of cards, gifts etc., to return to his boy friend, which they exchanged during their love. In the next scene, the guy didn't even open the box and throws it away.

Straight to the point. I paused here, when they decided for break up, usually why they return the memories of love to each other. Is it that much simple to forget their love, if they return their memories??

I strictly believe, love is love, adhu marakamudiyadhu(not forgettable). If they believe that love is forgettable, then may be they are never true to their heart. The true haunts every time in their mind, wherever u go, it will never leaves you. I want to make a note here too, the success of love is the different story, there is 95% of failure rate all over the world. There would be hundred reasons, but after all love is love. Success or failure is not the count for love, the count is only whether you were been through it or not. Thats it.

Then coming to our post, returning of their memories would never change anything in their life. We are just a people right? We may be thought that it is forgettable, but love is a ghost, haunts everywhere. It can smell your presence anywhere.

Adding some more points to strengthen my discussion, after all, we are forcing our mind to shift the focus, but it is unbearable sweet pain to forget. Who can change the fact, that you are in love with some other, you live with them truly, you share with them truly, you believe them truly, you exchanged memories, those will never go off. Never go off. God has never given a chance to clear off it from their own's mind.

NaGA