My crush on her!!!

It was my crush on her..  But she came late into my life..  No regrets,  I welcomed her with a sweet kiss on her cheek and gave a tight hug. But when she left me...  I literally cried for her. I had so many memories with her..  None to forget. None of them return again.

Oooooooo....  Wait...  She is not a girl...  It was my first mobile. And here is my crush on it.

When every one sneaking out their mobiles from pockets, I just stared at the empty Blue sky. When everyone alerted for the ring tone,  I just became deaf, what to do.. I don't have this tiny 4'' inch mobile until my B. Tech third year.

It was on July 31, 2008. I went to a shop near my town with my dad and uncle. The sales person showed dozen of mobiles, but none of them allured me. But a tiny rectangular with nice flat finished corners in silver colored came to fit in my phant pockets. I came to know, I have a special liking on the rectangular finished flat corners like in iPhone 4s. I bagged a 4000 bucks to the shopper and grabbed my tiny love.

Firstly, what I did with this tiny angel. Yes.. I did as everyone do. Texting, Calling, hearing 4 most-loved Songs. Of course, it have 4MB space.  Err...  You have heard it correctly. In 4MB, I have struggled to keep my most nostalgic playlist. Don't surprise, you also could do it. But not in MP3 format, it should in .AAC format.  Thanks to the technology, it is the format I figured out which will squeeze/compress 4MB to 1MB without noise.

Then that day came as unknowingly..  I damn travelled for almost 2 and 1/2 days and in another 1/2 day, I would complete my 1000 km in 3 days. Under my deep tiredness, mobile has been slipped away. I remain silent for the shock.

Yes... I cried like some passed away. But...  Why?

Yeah...  I have the reasons, my mobile is not just like other, it is my memory box. The first message I sent to my friends Nazia, Rajasekhar etc, bunch of depicted messages by me for each of my friends b'day, My prank messages which I sent like a child, Rare Photos which would never return, all my contacts collected for an year, the recordings of friends voices...  Everything has been slipped away in a narrow cut. My memories can't be get again. I lost it.

This is not kind of adorance on the non-living things, it is kind of love on the memories. I don't love the things, but memories.

Four things I learnt from people (for love).

After so many people crossways through my life, I came across a few people, and which turned out my perceptions for love in life.  Here we go...

First beauty crush:
I have a little crush on a girl staying in front of my home. She looks gorgeous of her age. Later, I hardly stayed in my home due to my studies at out stations. May be after some couple of 5 years, I saw her in her brother marriage. The total shine of her adolescent age faded away now.  Then, I came to know that external beauty is not permanent. Soon it will be fade away.
*Love is not an external thing.

Second childish friendship:
Since my childhood, I have always a longing feeling, that I expect a genuine love from others. In my dictionary,  there is only one meaning for love... that is always true and unconditional.. I am always seek to find that right love(friendship) from others. At that age, I opted for friendship only, not love(which is attraction). But something came in between that didn't work out for me to mingle; there should some rap of 'liking' between the people to go for the next level. I didn't find both fall in the same place, so I left alone.
Above all, my friendship misfires as love when bonding with girls. So, I realised, I am always bad at friendship, basically I don't know to show it. But one thing, I could say, there is a fine thread of love, I am still sticking to it at least when they need me.
*Friendship is a need in deed.

Thirdly, courage:
Your friends list may vary different genres, like mine too.  A normal average guy, blackish in color, had a curly hair, wears like an 70's hero style, proposed atmost15 girls, as I know and still always ready to be in those shoes. An another white skinned guy of nice cut-out, stylised branded wears, always fear at love, that nobody would love him. And his shyness always cost him a weak in friendships too. There I have learn, the love is in courage. If somebody, I would love, I will never hesitate to tell them.
*Courage fates the love.

Lately love:
Lastly, If I really know fall in love, may be I end up like a ghost soon. But, some one knocked the door of true thing and showed that it is not always a safe journey. But, my possessiveness always showed that I am immature in love. Finally, I came to know, the real love is in others happiness. I turned to be whatever to see someone's life to be happy.
*Love is not about in taking, instead it is in giving.

These have turned me, and make me stood what I am now. May be some people turned you too in your life..  Just think about it. After all, Life is memories of Love..

A Short Crush Between Strangers.

The Janasathabdhi train has started moving from the Chennai station, the seat beside Sriram was unseated. An another guy occupied the other end of window seat. Sriram went to meet his colleague in the next car of the same train. Someone occupied the vacant seat, before he return to his place. 

Because of the before day unslept, make him so tired. He tried to sleep with the unavoidable sounds of the children around him. But he couldn't.

The ticket collector woke Sriram, while he is fighting up with the memories. He showed his ID proof.  The man seated next to Sriram, showed the unreserved ticket. The TC warned him and charged the penalty and also showed the another seat as the present one is already reserved.

Again the beside seat is vacant. 

        When the train has stopped in some station, a girl with handful of luggages, stepped in, opened her wallet and checking for the seat number. She moved to Sriram place, he understands that,  the middle seat is for her. Sriram moved to middle and offered her with his seat. She tried hard to place her bags which is above of seats at a height more than her. She seated with her pink coloured huge teddy bear on her lap. Sriram busy with his haunting memories. She wants to read her book. The cover page overlooked by the Sriram and it colored in light yellow. By breaking his thoughts, She asked help of Sriram, to place her teddy safely in the above of their seats. He smiled at her and helped to place the teddy safely, then kept busy himself in memories.

Sriram, got a phone call and he went to the next car. She is busy in reading her novel and gave a thought where is the guy seated next to her after the enquiry of TC. She has seen him next to a girl walking in a station, but not sure about his face.

Sriram, came to his place. With her permission, he crossed her and took  his seat. She asked him, where you need to go? Sriram replied, until the end of this train goes.  She laughed.  He shook his hand and said his name, she introduced herself as "Dara". He questioned, any suffixes or prefixes for name? Dara laughed, I have a long name, but the suffix is Dara Devi, a goddess name near seeleru village. Mmm..  Something peculiar name, both grinned.

In her queries, he spoke more than usual, and there is a small connection between the places they both have been. Both studied in nearby places, staying now in the near places, but they haven't crossed each other.

Later, Sriram inquired about the doll, is it for presenting to someone? he posed childishly. Again she smiled,  nope..  It's my teddy,  my mate. I will carry this one along with me, every time..  Does it have any name? No.  I didn't thought about it. But thanks for the idea., I ll give her a name. Yeah, that's good.

Sriram showed a snap with his sister, while they shared about their family members. This brings a discussion on the chocolates, as she likes it very much. Sriram mocked her, it would be easy for your husband to handle you. Yeah,  that is the secret of mine, I will fell for chocolates. My brothers will keep the chocolates if I am mood off.

It's time to bid good bye,  the train reaching to her destination. Sriram, liked maturity of her age., still, he is surprised,  that she took the initiative to speak with me. But he really liked her and gave a thought that he is looking for a girl like her. They both didn't initiate to exchange nor their mobile numbers nor a contact ID to meet later. But he prayed for fate, that give another chance to meet her. He confidently believes, they will meet soon.