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"Unconventional in the Willful Way.."Rachana Shakyawarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08763132947288456210noreply@blogger.comBlogger336125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2288154444681000015.post-78174871386785262512015-10-11T01:11:00.004+05:302020-09-02T23:16:25.826+05:30The Secret<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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One fine morning I got ready for my work and went walking, crossing lanes after lanes to reach the bus stop. My head started spinning, I felt dizzy and sick all of the sudden. Before I could understand anything I completely lost the control over my body and fell down on the road unconscious. There after who took me to the hospital I cannot recall that part. But when I opened my eyes I found myself surrounded by the nurses and the doctors standing around me. They asked me my name and other details as the part of the legal formalities of the hospital. I got scared and wondered what the hell was happening? What was wrong with me? Soon one of the doctor asked me if I could call someone from my home. Well I lived alone far from family to a different town so nobody could reach here in the mean time. I told doctor rather aggressively that everything was fine and they should discharged me immediately! He said he is conducting couple of medical tests and can say only after he goes through the report which should arrive within 24hours. Until then they wanted to keep me under observation. Although I thought it was pretty much a waste of time and money, I was lying there lifeless.<br />
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On the bed alone in the room, I kept wondering about what happened in the morning. It was difficult to focus and I could not sleep too. There was a strange anxiety and fear. In the evening when the doctor came back with the report, its seemed for a while that not everything was in right place. He asked me couple of questions regarding the allergy, my hereditary diseases, diabetes tests, heart-rate tests, and so on. Well the good news was that all the reports were fine. They believed it must be stress and unhealthy practices of eating food might have resulted into such weird conditions. I was supposed to be discharged in the morning. So spending the night in the hospital was getting reckless. All the time I was getting weaker and more scared. I pondered if the reports were fine why should I feel terrified and for what! There was a chaos in my head and something so negative that I could not control. I got up on the bed and sat, observing myself panting, sweating puzzled and clueless. I could not think straight. I freaked out and shouted loudly. Hearing me, some nurses came running. I told them crying hard that I need to go. It seemed like a nightmare. Something I was used to go through almost every night at home. Since I was getting uncontrollably, one of the nurse gave an injection which made me dizzy and asleep at ones.<br />
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As I woke up after hours, I realised it was morning already. The nurses seemed confused to my behaviour. I looked calm and sober, nothing like the last night. Such extreme change in me was definitely a topic of concern. It wasn't simply the mood swings. As there was still time for the doctor to arrive, so one of the old aged nurse sat next to me. She looked at me and passed a warm smile. Soon she gave me a tiny questionnaire which I almost got ridiculously the highest score. But in this case getting the highest score means I was much more prone to depression. She instantly and honestly shared the score with the terrible news that I was indeed suffering from an acute depression. Hearing that I simply broke down. I cried uncountably. I lost my energy and struggled to be nice. I disagreed to what she believed but the questionnaire answers result could not be challenged.<br />
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Somehow the definition of depression could never make me realised that I was suffering from it. Although I suffered from panic attacks on a regular basis, it seemed more of the behaviour buildup. People suffering from depression looks so normal for their first look but as you spend more time with them, you can easily figure out how disconnected they are from every good thing around. Depression is very much curable but we need to open up. Facing the truth is the toughest thing. As the doctor approached, and was already aware of my situation it was a time for me to confess. I felt no calm internally. I never had a happy childhood and soon after being a teenager I was into the limelight for all the wrong reasons from drugs to bad company.<br />
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But in the recent times I have gone through a lot. Simply a lot more than anyone could ever thought. I have seen a weaker side of mine yet fighting the odd strongly. Perhaps, I have been worried for the clueless reason indeed. Madness melting down into me. I have watched the sunset without hoping there will be the brighter days ahead. I have counted stars silently in the lonely long nights. I have been a wanderer almost filled with the stoic feelings. I have followed the trail, soaked mountain tops inhaled. Searching for the answers for all the spoken yet unspoken sentiments. I have seen a sea and tasted the salt in eyes. I have stared the vast sky, squeezing tight the eyelids, holding not to spill and waiting for the shower of drizzling dewdrops settling. <br />
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I have tried picking up scattered pieces of puzzling pace of life. I ones unfolded the thoughts and got trapped in it. So I wrapped and enveloped the passion. I have sewn the dreams, desires and determination interwoven million of words handwritten by me in memoirs. Absorbing the freaking shocks and fading surprises. Stumbling and thinking they are the sacred places to submit. And there I have touched the sand and stones following on the sphere of shadow and sounds. Strangely, I have heard the storm singing the sincere words. I had some unfinished fragments cradle little sweet things, so hard to forget or ignore.<br />
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The secret of my selfish life lies in the shameful fact that there has been a time when I felt like ending my life. Honestly it wasn't just my life but actually it was about to end the madness in me. The scars of sorrow heal, suppressing the scream, separating the simplicity of souls by burning down the sealed secret love letter. Rising fumes and letting myself fall down and getting life back from scratch.<br />
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I wish, I had that extra confidence to go ahead without reasoning the consequences and simply propose her!<br />
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<div class="blogger-post-footer"><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">I write not because "I Have to"</span></em>
<span style="color:#cc0000;">But because I <em>"<strong>Want</strong>"</em> to</span>
<span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>...</em></span><span style="color:#ffcc00;">rachanaShakyawar </span>
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<em><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Hope you like the article, Don't forget to mention your views in the comment section or link to us.</span></em>
<em><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Thank you.</span> </em></div>Rachana Shakyawarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08763132947288456210noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2288154444681000015.post-5470824032564988312015-09-14T00:14:00.002+05:302020-09-04T21:21:57.735+05:30Haiku Hope<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
It's been really a long time but this word 'Hope' just gave me that hope that being back promptly wasn't that difficult. Although I won't be able to participate in the prompt link but I just having my presence and perseverance on this page for me is so worth & satisfying!!<br />
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Need to thank couple of my loving blogger friend from the bottom of my heart for just being there for always!!!<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Never Less than more<br />
Hope I'm not asking too much<br />Attentions dear peace!</span></div>
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<div class="blogger-post-footer"><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">I write not because "I Have to"</span></em>
<span style="color:#cc0000;">But because I <em>"<strong>Want</strong>"</em> to</span>
<span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>...</em></span><span style="color:#ffcc00;">rachanaShakyawar </span>
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<em><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Hope you like the article, Don't forget to mention your views in the comment section or link to us.</span></em>
<em><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Thank you.</span> </em></div>Rachana Shakyawarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08763132947288456210noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2288154444681000015.post-69066285991858092852013-09-22T09:52:00.001+05:302020-09-02T21:05:13.074+05:30Lauki Ke Kofte - My style<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="subtitle">a complicated recipe made easy..</div><br />
<span style="background: #bcbbbb; color: #0c3259; float: left; font-family: times; font-size: 100px; line-height: 80px; margin: 0px 5px 5px 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 1px;">G</span>Going back into my childhood memories, I remember bottle gourd was grow into my garden. It was definitely a pleasure to see the vine growing longer and the little fruit bottle-gourd grow from a little finger size to a big hand size. But being a kid I used to dislike eating the bottle-gourd just like any other youngster would do. Though one of the most nutritious vegetable, it could never appeal me. However my mom had new tricks to make me eat it. She would prepare delicious bottle gourd kofta (recipe to be shared below) and lovely ghiya kheer. A recipe which not only me but my friends also used to also love it. Ghiya Kheer recipe can also be find out on this blog with this link : <span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://rachanashakyawar.blogspot.in/2008/07/ghiya-kheer-indian-dessert.html#.Uj0cU9KmiSo">Ghiya Kheer</a>. </span><br />
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Between bottle gourd have several different names all over India. Lauki, ghiya, dhoodhi, white gourd, bottle squash, calabash gourd etc. are some of the familiar names. It have a cooling effect, hence helps from heat stroke, its juice is often given to kids. For the people trying to lose weight, bottle gourd is one of the best option to eat, it is low in calories and fat and is on high in dietary fiber. Bottle gourd also have properties that would help in in improving the digestion. <br />
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It interesting to know, apart from eating and relishing recipes, bottle gourd in India is used to make the Indian musical instruments, such as the tanpura, sitar and rudra veena, which are constructed from dried calabash gourds imported from specific cultivators of Africa region.<br />
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So here sharing my favorite and mom's recipe in detail with pictures, which is absolutely loved by my friends and hubby too.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Serves: 4 to 6 pax easily.</span><br />
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<b>Ingredients for kofta: </b><br />
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<ul style="text-align: left;"><li>a medium size bottle gourd : 1 nos.</li>
<li>small onion : 1 nos</li>
<li>garlic : 5-6 pods</li>
<li>ginger : 1 inch</li>
<li>green chilli : 1 nos.</li>
<li>coriander leaves : big bunch</li>
<li>coriander seeds : 2 tea spoon</li>
<li>cumin seeds : 1 tea spoon</li>
<li>black pepper : 4-5 nos</li>
<li>Salt : to taste</li>
<li>turmeric powder : 1/2 teaspoon</li>
<li>red chilli powder : 1/2 teaspoon</li>
<li>gram flour/ besan/ chana dal flour : 2 tablespoon</li>
<li>bread/ bread-crumb : 1 nos/ 1 tablespoon</li>
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<b>Making of Kofta mix:</b><br />
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<ol style="text-align: left;"><li>Peel the gourd, discard the stem, grate the Bottle gourd/lauki/dhoodi atleast 2 cups.</li>
<li>Fine chop the onion.</li>
<li>Crush the garlic and ginger.</li>
<li>Dry roast in the pan the cumin, coriander, black pepper seeds and crush them into the rough powder form.</li>
<li>Mix the ingredients together with the gram flour and bread slice or bread crumb.</li>
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<b>Making of the Kofta :</b><br />
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<ol style="text-align: left;"><li>Heat the oil in the deep pan for frying the balls/kofta.</li>
<li>Mix all the ingredients and make small balls.</li>
<li>The kofta balls should be smaller than the lemon size.</li>
<li>Quickly add the tiny balls made up of the ingredients in the medium hot oil.</li>
<li>Fry until golden brown and crisp from outside.</li>
<li>Take them out on the tissue paper to extract all extra oil from the kofta.</li>
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<b>Ingredients for the Gravy :</b><br />
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<ul style="text-align: left;"><li>Oil : 1 tablespoon</li>
<li>Tomatoes : 2nos</li>
<li>Onion small : 1 size</li>
<li>Garlic : 4-6 pods</li>
<li>Cumin seeds : 1/2 teaspoon</li>
<li>Coriander seed : 1 teaspoon</li>
<li>Cinnamon stick : smaller than 1/2 inch</li>
<li>Red chilli powder : 1/2 tea spoon</li>
<li>Salt : to taste</li>
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<b>Making of the Gravy :</b><br />
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<ol style="text-align: left;"><li>Heat the oil in the pan.</li>
<li>Add the fine chopped onion and fry until glossy.</li>
<li>Crush the garlic and add into the dry powder in the spices, mix well.</li>
<li>Add the tomatoes either fine chopped or paste.</li>
<li>Cook well, until the spices leave the oil.</li>
<li>Then add water and bring into the running consistency.</li>
<li>Let the gravy boil for 2 to 5 minutes on medium heat and then leave them to the rest.</li>
<li>Add the balls/kofta into the gravy ones its is all ready and leave them for the while before eating.</li>
<li>Garnish with coriander leaves and serve hot with rice or chapati/roti.</li>
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<b>Note :</b><br />
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<ul style="text-align: left;"><li>Ensure that the bottle gourd has a smooth skin, is pale green in colour and free from any cuts, spots and blemishes. It should be firm to handle and the flesh should not feel soft when pressed. The smaller the size the less the seeds would be inside.</li>
<li>The quantity of the spices can to altered according to the taste.</li>
<li>If the bottle gourd/lauki/dhoodhi after being grated leaves water, then squeeze the grated bottle gourd with your palm and keep the water aside.</li>
<li>This bottle gourd water can be reused into the gravy to add more nutrition and flavour.</li>
<li>I personally love to add extra fresh green coriander leaves to the kofta to give more fragrance.</li>
<li>The dry masala/spices added into the kofta/balls is the same spice added into the gravy. So one can make it extra while dry-roasting it.</li>
<li>While you are mixing the ingredients for the kofta, heat the oil simultaneously. This will not only save the time but also prevent the kofta ingredients to leave the water again.</li>
<li>The kofta balls must be fried as quickly as possible after the ingredients are ready.</li>
<li>You can store the fried ingredients in the freeze in air tight container for two days.</li>
<li>When I was a kid, I used to love to eat the kofta soon after it was fried.</li>
<li>Kofta are one of the most nutritious piece of food, full of bottle gourd and gram flour.</li>
<li>Gram flour very healthy ingredient and is also a binding agent.</li>
<li>Bread-slice or bread crumb also help in binding but most of all it helps in giving the right texture since bottle gourd when being grated start leaving lots of moisture which makes it a bit difficult to make the kofta.</li>
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Hope you enjoyed! Try making at home for a better change from the routine food :)<br />
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</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">I write not because "I Have to"</span></em>
<span style="color:#cc0000;">But because I <em>"<strong>Want</strong>"</em> to</span>
<span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>...</em></span><span style="color:#ffcc00;">rachanaShakyawar </span>
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<em><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Hope you like the article, Don't forget to mention your views in the comment section or link to us.</span></em>
<em><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Thank you.</span> </em></div>Rachana Shakyawarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08763132947288456210noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2288154444681000015.post-39526537887240447162013-09-04T12:38:00.003+05:302020-09-04T20:24:48.997+05:30When we are young<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="subtitle"></div><blockquote>This post was written back long time in <b>July,2012</b>, which I simply missed out posting being engaged into several other things. Somehow though missed, it was still lingering back into my head, which I had to share it with you all.</blockquote><p> </p>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"></span> <span style="background: rgb(188, 187, 187); color: #0c3259; float: left; font-family: times; font-size: 100px; line-height: 80px; margin: 0px 5px 5px 0px; padding: 1px 5px 0px 0px;">T</span>What a beautiful moment it is today when co-incidentally got in touch after more than a decade with one of my very dear school-mate and a lovely bench companion. So this post after a long duration is dedicated to my adorable Mg(s), which will consist of two parts. True and very pure emotions in words... don’t know if the words justify the feeling but sure it brings back many new and old series of reminiscences. 48 hours and my childhood memories are back.<br />
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Recently went in an official meet attended by papa. <br />
In the beginning, the only motive I had about the meet was only a way to have a little good time with papa after a long time. But things came up to me in such a beautiful manner. As I was busy sipping my wine and catching up some tit-bits, I was surprised to see kind of familiar faces. Kind of because it been decades not have met certain people and who used to be decades ago living like neighbours, just the next door people. I was watching some faces of people who are the parents of my friends, my school friends and some of my best friends, some friends still in-touch with me through facebook. I wonder how over the period of time we friends were connected through various social media yet lost being directly in touch with each other’s parents.<br />
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To me the parents of my friends are equally important like friends. Not just because they are the parents of my friends but some of them have been the source of inspiration of mine during my childhood. They loved me, adored me and encouraged me generously like their own kids, which cannot be forgotten. Their blessing, I know have definitely shaped my life for better. Above all they have been the friends of my parents, when they were young and some of them had been friends with my parents even before I was born. I have heard about them since childhood, the stories and fun they had being young chaps.<br />
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Holding a ladder of success, taking each step forward at times takes you far from the people we love; it’s difficult to take out time for them. <br />
<span style="font-size: large;">But O’ Sweet memories! </span>It brought back the roller coaster effect of the rainbow moments of celebrating life together with a strange realization that someday I might face the same kind of emotions. Almost each one of them could recognise me instantly. May be not much I have changed over the years. Just as I meet them they instantly said ‘You might not be remembering me, you were so small then playing on road in school uniforms while going back home...’ However the matter of fact is I not only could recognise them but have never forgotten them ever in my life. Then wonder why I could not get in touch with them all.<br />
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Anyways, never too late I guess for talking to the people, about whom we always think and talk about. Amazingly almost all of them hardly know that we think of them and always miss them. Their presence has been always like a blessing and a feeling that someone truly care about you. That what is life after all, so many of them got retired, some even changed their company of job, some could not meet again due to frequent transfers and posting at different zones of the country yet memories are always refined, giving you the warmth still.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">When people are young,</span><br />
they live together yet in a competitive mode of life, where they want to do everything, from agreements to disagreements, nevertheless move ahead. However I understood, at the latter stage of life when almost everyone of us have achieved a lot, we no longer wish to run but stand together tall and applaud at each other’s achievements. Indeed its only latter stage of your life when you want to feel secured and such feeling can be acquired only with those people who knew you how exactly you were in your younger stage of life.<br />
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<b>My best friend’s mom</b>, <br />
almost after <b>14 years</b> met me almost unexpectedly in a huge gathering, was so miraculous moment. Yet the magic began when she could recognise me, just as she did, she cupped my face into her warm hands, hugging me so tight like never before. Her words echoed in my ears and I was almost chocked in my throat and was so sanely blank looking into her eyes and that familiar loving feeling like forever. Life have been so busy, for almost everything we work so hard, running throughout a day, losing breaths, yet the real faith, calmness, care, satisfaction we can get is only while your elders take their hands over your head and bless you unconditionally. It’s the blessing a bliss we all long for.<br />
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Moving around the world for work and other needs yet while getting time being in touch with the people whom we truly love and they know you well only brings you back closure to your strong ties with your culture, the traditions we adore and more or less the love shines consoling the soul. Standing in a crowd yet full of familiar old faces, now I realised memories have longer shelf life and at the back of our head everything is stored. We do not forget even a bit and same way the sweet memories of friends does not fades away that easily. And indeed often every small piece of the world conspires posing effortlessly to get together at the urging heart desire to meet, to hear and see the whole picture.<br />
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<div style="background-color: transparent; color: #ff6600; float: right; font-family: arial, helvetica, georgia; font-size: 28px; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; text-align: right; width: 210px;"><span style="color: gold;">...there comes a point</span><br />
in life <br />
<b>we realise</b> <br />
who really matters,<br />
who never did <span style="color: orange;">and<br />
who always will!</span></div><b>Talking to an old friend</b>, <br />
makes you apprehend how much your life has changed yet you still the same with same wave-length with some of them. Fortunately, in the internet age, though there are many ways to locate old friends online, no matter which country or timezone you are in, nevertheless at the same time, it's really very easy to miss the proclamation of connection. <br />
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But this is where we realise when we are starting to search and look for old pals. Making efforts to search, <b>“Finding your long lost friends"</b>, honestly only brings a feeling to follow hope and not believe in an ugly despair. And a miracle to have made to discover out some after days and years spend in search indicates every little bit adding up into something immensely beautiful and accept as true genuine endeavour are never futile.<br />
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When we don’t talk enough with our the people we love, there’s a lot of wonderful stuff that ends up not getting conveyed. When we don’t spend enough time with the people you love and care so much, there’s a whole lot more of beautiful emotion that ends up not being felt blessed and appreciated. Nurturing our important selective relationships because those are the people we love them, it’s merely a sign to show and realise that we have already prioritized them into our schedule daily day. This little gesture could also be just a little “Hello!" over the phone.<br />
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However, I also believe that people come into our lives and stay for a reason, a season or a lifetime. New and old friends will expose you to new interests and introduce you to even more friends, so you are widening your scope on many fronts. Sure you need people in your life who adores you, appreciate, encourage, inspire, care and love you back (unconditionally). You definitely need to hold on to that bunch of beautiful people who believe in you. But if there are people in your life who do no good to you in anyway like above or vice-versa if you don’t contribute in someone’s life for enhanced and good, it’s better to simply letting go.<br />
<b><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">*</span></b>It is true that you may say goodbye to some friendships you started long ago, but only if you both no longer have much in common. And it's natural to add friends and lose touch with others as you grow and evolve.<br />
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No matter what, it’s an irony that the people who sometimes can’t let go of someone or something for the fear of emptiness in their life, yet their spirits are being wasted away because they choose to feebly hold on to something they can’t control over. Perhaps positively at times removing some people from your heart completely creates a room for better people! <br />
<blockquote>Moreover it’s wonderful to see that <span style="font-size: large;"><b>only people you need in your life are the one who needs you there</b>, </span>even when you have nothing to offer but just thyself !</blockquote></div>
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I got up early and happy to start a fresh new day. Well dressed in a nice short red tunic with my favorite brown skinny pants. I was with my friend. While getting down from the car in a bit of hurry, my tunic got somewhere stuck. I pulled my dress and got down the car hurriedly. I didn't realize until later I saw my tunic was a bit torn from the bottom being stuck in something pointed. It was so awkward. No wonder my friend's worried comments made me even more conscious of what suddenly happened and I was upset instantly. But luckily I had a safety-pin so I pinned it up. Moreover it was torn at the bottom of the frills so it wasn't that bad. One could notice only when one was intended to see. I went to her place and just when I was getting comfortable at her home, her mom came running to me to see how badly my dress was torn. My friend must have told her, I guessed. She was very concern. Soon a worried mother in her takes over and she said, "You girls must wear Indian dress. Girls look prettier in it and those dresses are safe and sober looking..."<br />
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Now I wonder what Indian clothes has to do with my torn tunic. But then I don't blame her, ask anyone sitting next to you will agree on wearing Indian dress as the most decent dress. I don't deny what 90% of Indian population thinks. The jeans can be used rough and tough but it's cool, it's comfortable to wear delicate Indian dress. However I still have my own few true moments of confrontations which cannot be ignored as well.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Reminding me of the most embarrassing day of my life.</span><br />
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<b>A little thought-process:</b> People in India keep forcing you to wear some friendly, well covered dress to look decent. Unfortunately this rule applies only on women. Girls must look neat and decently dressed to avoid any odd confrontations. However, it has been proven that what clothes one wears are not responsible for any kind of ill-behaviors they counterpart in public area. People think wearing tight jeans shows a lot of the figure, waist and prompt legs which is not good. Women wearing shorts or leggings or tank tops or halter neck are considered giving out the wrong signals. Although the saris when wore bare the midriff and half back is still considered sober. One must wear sari in celebration functions even when the temperature outside is 9 degree Celsius. Married women (specially in North-India) must cover their head all the time while wearing sari, being at their in-law's place. Now no matter how politely she speaks, she will be appreciated only if she follows certain clothing rules. Basically people want girls/women to wear more of Indian dress and believe this act shall safe-guard the Indian culture and keep women in control. Between a minister who said women who wear revealing western clothes ask to be raped, caught surfing porn in Assembly sometimes back!<br />
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Convenience and comfort is conveniently forgotten when it comes to the clothing of Indian girls. But they have no idea that there can be a bad day for someone despite of how decently one is dressed.<br />
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Long back when I was a college going girl.<br />
As always wearing a nice tidy dress, went for my training covering a two hours journey by bus and followed by local-daily-train. Coming back in the evening in the fully packed bus it was utterly difficult even to put down a foot. <br />
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I could not imagine what my life could turn up next decent moment. My life's one of the most embarrassing moment which has been never shared with even my mother till this date. However, I am getting brave and hence sharing this black day of my life with you, my dear readers. <br />
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My stop was arriving and I was about to get down the bus.<br />
I was slowing trying to make my way to the bus door. Just when the bus stopped I thought to get down and was stepping slowly holding a grip of the bus door's handle. The bus took few jerks and I was about to fall down. To save myself from falling down from the bus, I abruptly jumped off the slow moving bus. <br />
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I was just a teen, nineteen years old something and could not realize what was I doing until I saw myself hoping almost firstly in front of the car which was overtaking a bus from the wrong side. For all those people who think driving in India is difficult and one must religiously follow to break rules must think twice before they really practice that. Between scold me for jumping off the bus and risking the life but don't blame me completely for being in front of the car, which came a wrong way of it's own.<br />
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I was lucky that the car stopped and did not drive over me or else I wasn't writing this article today. Before I could calm myself down to feel my senses suddenly other girl standing at the bus-stop yelled, 'Oh! look at your dress...' I was surprised for a moment since I knew I wore a good nice free-flowing Indian dress 'Salwar-Suit' so what could happen to it or me then. To my shock my suit was completely torn from the side waist to arm-pit revealing a lot more than you can imagine. I was standing in the middle of the road and found everyone's eyes were on me or should I say eyes were on my waist and above part of the body. I instantly covered myself with the 'Dupatta'(kind of stole) and walked away. My free-flowing dress must have got stuck somewhere between the people and crowd. And must have torn when pulled forcefully while getting down the bus. <br />
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A long route was a longest journey that day.<br />
My home was still far and I was then supposed to catch a train to home. I was so shocked that I couldn't even think of crying. Everything was blur to me then. I couldn't believe this bad could ever happen with me ever. For weeks I felt like eyes were still staring at me. It was a very difficult moment to go through. Worst was awaited, when I reached home I realized it was a Diwali day (festival of lights). Everyone was enjoying at home preparing for the festival. In excitement of the festival may be nobody noticed my condition. My mom asked me to change quickly and come down. She had purchased a new Indian dress for me which was lying on the bed up stairs. I quickly ran upstairs into the bedroom, locked it and fall down on my week knees. I was exhausted. I kept staring a blank wall with an absolute blank mind. Not speculating anything, just staring dumb. The flashes of the incident occurred in my mind constantly. Later I heard mom calling, I changed my dress and threw my torn dress on the floor.<br />
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<b>I was upset...<br />
But, I didn't cry. <br />
I was angry! </b><br />
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I hated everyone who said to wear Indian dress and considered Indian dress as one of the most decent dress. The Indian dress doesn't reveal a lot of body since it is more of a free-flowing dress. <br />
But that extra cloth or a free-flowing portion of cloth can get stuck somewhere and one can be into the most awkward moment of their life. <br />
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I have seen so many girls/women sitting with husbands and boyfriend sitting at the back seat of the bike in the most happy moods. And they hardly care how their clothes are flying while going in the high-speed on two-wheeler. The dupatta could get stuck in the back wheel and both can fall down risking their life. But who cares! <br />
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I have even seen women wearing sari the utmost Indian decent dress their free-flowing dress getting burnt by the candle or lamp while doing festival rituals risking life. But it's festival and traditional dress must be worn. Definitely who cares if with crackers the dress also catches fire.<br />
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Of course, such incidents/accidents can happen no matter what dress we are wearing and I am a complete fool writing this post! If you think so, well I am not here to deny or justify...<br />
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Between it not just the dress you need to wear which you can carry it gracefully but no matter what you wear just take extra care where your clothes are flowing. It is romantic when with the breeze the stole fly and comes over the face of the beloved but it can endanger when the stole comes on his face while he is driving. Think about it..!<br />
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I saw and I learnt that it was not about being against rudely some rules made by the society or by political conflict but it was about spread aŵareness. A healthy change is to learn and understand that it is the cultured character shaping up you and not your clothes that fitted well! Be free from any rule that abide you from being happiness.<br />
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</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">I write not because "I Have to"</span></em>
<span style="color:#cc0000;">But because I <em>"<strong>Want</strong>"</em> to</span>
<span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>...</em></span><span style="color:#ffcc00;">rachanaShakyawar </span>
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<em><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Thank you.</span> </em></div>Rachana Shakyawarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08763132947288456210noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2288154444681000015.post-32635523922955466052013-07-20T01:58:00.001+05:302020-09-02T23:30:40.310+05:30The Past is always Perfect<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Not that I had that ultra sharp mind to learn by heart the mathematics multiple tables or memorize the table of metals and their properties but I could retain <b>the little things</b>, a little longer than others. <br />
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Little things actually sums up to the moments which might change or enhance the life in the long run. It was never a forceful act to evoke, but interestingly anything and everything occurring into life was by default printed in album of memories in my mind. Be it a good bright page, bad black page or a shadow of grey, every moment was supposed to read, to learn from, and to be cherished in the book of experience and innocence. <br />
Forgetting the past to me meant like unwilling to face the mistakes done and hesitant to learn. Perhaps, learning is ageless. One must keep learning and practicing their skills as in a pursuit of perfection. Indeed as Willa Cather's saying goes "There are some things you learn best in calm and some in storm".<br />
<b>Learning is after all the synonym for Life. </b><br />
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Gradually as I was learning and making a list of things, my likes or dislikes, my choices and my beliefs, I further learnt that at times we need to move on. To move on was a sign of<b> letting go of things</b>. <br />
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<span style="background: none 0% 0% repeat scroll transparent; float: left; font-size: 100px; line-height: 80px;"><strong><span face="" style="color: #ffe599;">“</span></strong></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span>Letting things go from some habits, people, ideas, desires, expectations, is always the hardest part of the life to face. Only difference between 'the lost and letting things go' is that one does not have any control over the lost and on the other hand one chooses consciously to let go things respectively. Basically at the end in the both conditions one tries hard to cope up with the change and tries setting oneself free to fly high and embrace new positive possibilities. It is not the easy step one takes on to overcome hurdles of uncertainties and accepting the circumstances wholeheartedly. However, those are the turning points and are greatest memories which we look back on our lives. Until our memories shape up into a glorifying past, we read back and forth, fine-tune it, forget what we want to forget and revise to remember and emphasize in all the good things, bending the best way with the interpretations and elucidation of the experience.<br />
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Over the period of time and hassle, the words evaporates from the whole picture of the past perceived. This picture of past blends well with colours of <b>the feeling which actually never changes, </b>it remains the same, tastes the same! And now we know for sure how we want to present that personal piece of history to people. I personally enjoy providing a fabric to the story!<br />
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I believe in stories. <br />
I believe that the stories never really end, even while we are reading them in the books. The stories always go on. They neither end on the last page nor does it start from the first page of the book. There is always a lot left untold, pretended and presumed before it begins from the first page, after it actually rolling ends at the last page and sooner than the book is snapped shut. Eventually every experience becomes a story to share someday. <br />
Pouring out the part of the story we are holding back. <br />
Subsequently all the messed up things, today those are the moments marked where we did not lose hope, where we suffered yet supported strongly to mend up and bravely make up to the brag. Sometimes the past makes up well equipped to further face the bigger disaster. The picture of the past seems perfect at present beyond compromise, beyond reason, beyond promise and beyond peace, beyond love and beyond any loss.<br />
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Nevertheless, I was moving on but with memories! They are moments to cherish and celebrate. </blockquote>
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<span style="background: none 0% 0% repeat scroll transparent; float: left; font-size: 100px; line-height: 80px;"><strong><span face="" style="color: #ea9999;">“</span></strong></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span> I value the things from which I have learnt the most. <br />
Perhaps, those things have been let go due to strange situations. <br />
Yet I found out that most of the worth things I adore are somehow the lost one. <br />
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<span style="color: gold;">...really</span> good time sometimes <b>are already the one</b> we regret<br />
<span style="color: orange;">the end of it..</span> </div>
May be I feel that I gained more and lost less. I gained strength, I learnt to move forward, gained more determination to focus and the good list goes on. May be the lost is significant because of the perfect memory constructed in mind. They never fade. <b>They though been lost, do not lose the charm.</b> They never rusted. They are made up of the tough yet in high spirits series of memoirs, be it good or bad, they still been so far the best recollections. Those memories of ones we had turn brighter, enlightening, which only grows rosier day by day with the revision. They are made up of hopes, putting our faith in aspirations and dreams of magnificent things could have been. A hypothesis of eternal ‘if it could have happen’ should never bear with the fact of reality of non-existence. Yet no matter whether it dwells or not, really good time sometimes are already the one we regret the end of it. The lost is the love, the commitment, the excitement, the joy, the bliss and the growth that occurred in the passion we posses. Those are ours to keep them secured forever to feel the warmth.<br />
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Perhaps only things we no longer have due to fluttering tranche time ticking, have been so flawlessly real that it will always be poise to perfect eternal in our memories in the final trumpet destiny-destination of life. <br />
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It's very much like before you participated in a running race, you aspired, aimed and thought of winning the race which will eventually follow a grand success party, cheers and celebration by friends and family. Yet after all that what you thought, the running race did not turn up like it could have, you might have not won not even near to the catch. Against all the odds, loss and agony you go through in looking at the broken promises and dreams, you try thinking that in-spite of all the hurdles and tough time, you sincerely participated in the contest. <span style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">It gave you bliss and joy even if it was for a while. It made you feel blessed, loved and cared. </span>You literally lead the best in the marathon of memories and above all the experience counts. <b style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); text-align: -webkit-auto;">Finally, I’m glad that it happened (even if it was hypothetically)... </b><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); text-align: -webkit-auto;"> </span></div>
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Indeed, this is a marvelous moment to remind myself that I'm in the present and my thoughts which I'm sharing right now are coming from my past. Hence, Past is Past, past is and has to be always perfect to me!<br />
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<div class="blogger-post-footer"><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">I write not because "I Have to"</span></em>
<span style="color:#cc0000;">But because I <em>"<strong>Want</strong>"</em> to</span>
<span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>...</em></span><span style="color:#ffcc00;">rachanaShakyawar </span>
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<em><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Hope you like the article, Don't forget to mention your views in the comment section or link to us.</span></em>
<em><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Thank you.</span> </em></div>Rachana Shakyawarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08763132947288456210noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2288154444681000015.post-81882116540635418282013-07-07T07:00:00.008+05:302020-09-16T12:19:49.437+05:30Lets have a conversation<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="subtitle">heart to heart.</div><div class="subtitle">When the sentences are incomplete but make full sense within seconds of the blinking candid eyes. A successful small talk does not command tossing up a tired opening line, to impress to be in a limelight. Where picking up words won’t be difficult for one chooses a flow in feeling. Further never difficult to pick and start right from where it has been left off, be it over the months, years or decades.</div><br />
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<blockquote>Where the glory is listening <br />
and beauty is in telling! </blockquote><br />
How I wished the circumstances would not control the colour of our talks. <br />
As we stop chasing and come closer, the clearer the picture gets. The secret lies in believing that it’s never the end but beginning of the endless voyage of celebration. Not losing any chance of chatter, whiff out in world of words. Comic-notes need not to be explained, nor do they sail over the other person’s head. <br />
<b>There lies magic when the little humble hands that illustrate the bunch of infinite words.</b> Well, sometimes our talk is just okay, sometimes it’s comfortable, sometimes wonderful, sometimes boring and sometimes unpleasant. At times we whisper, swallow, blabber, stammer, murmur, gabble and yet sometimes we simply speak sense. If the talk is not perfect, it just another time to sparkle and enthuse commune again. Find spark even if it's a slow-burn. <br />
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Where an undertone whispers, shouts, stirrer and settles over the top over the whole lot. <br />
It’s a stolen moment, a slice of life, shocking and surprising at the same time shared while stepping forward through the shadow and shades. Taking a piece out, everything falls apart perhaps it’s all conjures connected. <br />
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Sometimes we step aside our conventional way of thinking, we step up above all the scattered thoughts and said-unsaid words, only to try and see a big large whole picture which we have been missing for a while to watch. <br />
Up till then there are times we hold back a breath before it slips and spills all the beans. <br />
<b>We know there is still something incredible left to behold. </b> <br />
However when a silly rumour murmured, it creates a buzz. Where the lines on the lips which are neither re-framed nor tangled, the phrases are free and the courage chase the rhyme of the heartbeat. <br />
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When the expression of the emotions is not judged or measured by the majority or weight but patiently waited to watch the precisely perfectly, the stillness, silently secretly survive after every blink pursued by the curve on the lips. Perhaps, silences are not awkward! <br />
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<span style="background: none 0% 0% repeat scroll transparent; float: left; font-size: 100px; line-height: 80px;"><strong><span face="" style="color: #f6b26b;">“</span></strong></span>I realised, the rarest, the bravest tales are the one with broken ends thus far gathered integrated with hope, harmony and a lesson filled with bracing compassion. It's fulfilling for a while at-least, sheltering each other from the cruel world. Here being in the cocoon, there is a collective spirit in the crowd, with chaos around, creativity hounds, new chapters, old characters filled with novel ink calmly wraps words with compliment. <b>Every little bit counts</b> and contributes in continuing their commitment to complete a conflict-free conversation. <br />
<blockquote>Such a simple concept, all I know,<br />
all I can comprehend how I wished there was<span style="font-size: large;"> <b>a conversation followed with the CHEMISTRY!</b></span> Just camaraderie!</blockquote>
</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">I write not because "I Have to"</span></em>
<span style="color:#cc0000;">But because I <em>"<strong>Want</strong>"</em> to</span>
<span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>...</em></span><span style="color:#ffcc00;">rachanaShakyawar </span>
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<em><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Hope you like the article, Don't forget to mention your views in the comment section or link to us.</span></em>
<em><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Thank you.</span> </em></div>Rachana Shakyawarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08763132947288456210noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2288154444681000015.post-90317135168371727952012-11-03T05:40:00.001+05:302020-09-02T23:35:39.936+05:30Wrinkles tale<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="subtitle">my little baby-steps to cope up..</div><br />
Just like any other person I have my piles of troubles. <br />
Even I worry a lot, at times for little things more than anything. <br />
Honestly most of times it’s the little things that gives me challenges to lead a proper life. After all just breathing or merry-go round is not the only thing to focus about. We need to have a nice healthy lifestyle too. Difficult to ignore and yes stress almost these days over takes everyone’s life in a very creepy manner. <br />
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Changes in the circumstances and human body shall always take place. Rather than working on avoiding wrinkles only to look good physically we must be encouraged to learn accepting the changes. Aging gracefully, being healthy and fit matters the most. <br />
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<b>True beauty</b> is not just the radiance airbrushed on the face but also the recognition and respect we receive from the people around us for the significance of wonderful work investing time and patience in the development of our family’s well being and work-place, we do. And where wrinkles are the expressions frozen in time and are the way to signpost of the journey of remarkable life. <br />
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To me wrinkles document the emotions we have experienced. <br />
In our youth, if ‘<b>we frown</b>’ more, we tend develop lines around the forehead. With every laughter and smile, happy face like an enlightening worthy soul, we develop lines at the sides of lips and the corners of eyes as we grow old. <br />
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Here, interestingly the lines define how we lead our life, wrinkles weave the tales of the way the time was spent. <br />
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<span style="background: none 0% 0% repeat scroll transparent; color: red; float: left; font-size: 100px; line-height: 80px;"><strong><span face="">“</span></strong></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span>However, I will aim to measure my success of life, my value as a person, as a friend, a lover and most merely as a human being not just by watching the wrinkles on my face but also by counting the number of <b>laugh lines found on ‘Your face’. </b> <br />
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This is also a way to share <b>a wish </b>that we shall be together forever, growing much stronger. Just as I wish, we together shall embrace warmth in wrinkles and celebrate long and prosperous years of life spent with someone you truly love. <br />
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<b>Note :</b> The above picture includes My mother, with her enchanting smile in warmth and grace in her eyes.<br />
<blockquote class="tr_bq">This post is a part of <a href="https://blog.blogadda.com/2012/09/28/write-over-the-weekend-wow-indian-blogs" title="WOW">Write Over the Weekend</a>, an initiative for <a href="https://www.blogadda.com/" title="Indian Bloggers">Indian Bloggers</a> by BlogAdda </blockquote></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">I write not because "I Have to"</span></em>
<span style="color:#cc0000;">But because I <em>"<strong>Want</strong>"</em> to</span>
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<div class="subtitle">
Please read <a href="https://rachanashakyawar.blogspot.in/2012/10/finally-found-you-part-1.html#.UImHe8WTgrk">Part 1</a> <a href="https://rachanashakyawar.blogspot.in/2012/10/finally-found-you-part-2.html">Part 2 </a> <a href="https://rachanashakyawar.blogspot.in/2012/10/finally-found-you-part-3.html#.UIq2KMWTgrk" target="_blank">Part 3</a> <a href="https://rachanashakyawar.blogspot.in/2012/10/finally-found-you-part-4.html" target="_blank"> Part 4 </a> <a href="https://rachanashakyawar.blogspot.in/2012/10/finally-found-you-part-5.html" target="_blank">Part 5</a> <a href="https://rachanashakyawar.blogspot.in/2012/10/finally-found-you-part-6.html#.UI60FcWTgrk" target="_blank">Part 6</a> <a href="https://rachanashakyawar.blogspot.in/2012/10/finally-found-you-part-7.html" target="_blank">Part 7</a><a href="https://rachanashakyawar.blogspot.in/2012/10/finally-found-you-part-8.html" target="_blank">Part 8</a> and <a href="https://rachanashakyawar.blogspot.in/2012/10/finally-found-you-part-9.html" target="_blank">Part 9</a> here</div>
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<blockquote>
This is a series of love. <br />
~ For I don’t hate-love-story!</blockquote>
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<span style="background: #bcbbbb; color: #0c3259; float: left; font-family: times; font-size: 100px; line-height: 80px; margin: 0px 5px 5px 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 1px;">I</span>I could make a sense that she had those some mixed emotions. <br />
She had no idea, whether she should cry, or shout in madness, be angry or feel glad that finally we met. She could not figure out was she acting smart or utterly stupid, was it all good or only bad. I believe same was my situation, but I was thinking everything keeping her in my mind. I had promised myself that this time I will not do anything that hurts her in any way. Everything will be just like as she wants, as she wishes to be, as she likes it to be. And only reason was that I wanted her in her happiest expression always. She meant so much to me which suddenly I could compose thoughts with her gestures and grace.
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Soon she slowly moved her free hands around my neck and it did feel like missing all these years something I definitely owe. I pulled her much closer to me, very gently not to scare her by any means. I was aware of her delicate cold body and trembling lips. <br />
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I slowly leaned giving her every chance to pull away but she didn’t.<br />
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As I place my lips on her, she almost melted down in my arms. She was all my now. She looked at me between her eye-lashes and soon I kissed her ones more.
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This time it was much more passionate kiss and I certainly knew that I will not freak out now on her anymore, neither for yesterday night nor for anything that happened some long years ago. Then it happened and her lips touched mine. I was so lost.
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Just then she softly whispered, “I can’t...”
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Before she could complete her sentence, I felt tense. I thought I lost her again. She could make a change in my facial expressions almost clueless about everything.
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Just as she continued saying, “I can’t go, I won’t, and I will always be here for you like always like forever for infinity!”
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I looked into her deep eyes and couldn’t stop myself saying my heart out,
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“My skin, My hair will grow old but my heart holds everything forever trust me, my moods..My attitude..My thoughts will change, But I am here and will be here always life moves and goes on, but I am here, always here, things will be hard, Challenging, but still I live to fight every day I am super human!<br />
I haven’t learn how to give up on you, I never give up <br />
..I am human and I don’t think back I look ahead always, I am here”
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She smiled looking at me acknowledge my words. <br />
I felt nice after everything happened between us.
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The time stopped, the world stood still, it was only me and her alone, no one else around.
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There was no more nervousness, no stress at all. Sometimes silence is the best, especially in love. The more you use words, speak to express, the more confusing it gets. Something I understood, no explanation would justify the time we lost, living far away missing some truly memorable moments. Yet it was worth to acknowledge the experience instead.
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I was no more regretting to kiss a little nineteen years old girl. <br />She was now even more beautiful than what I remembered. <br /><br />
But yes she was the same little girl who had learnt a lesson from her first heart break in the long run. I was going to kiss her again; I lowered my head and kissed her on her forehead.
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I soon figured out that the unsaid words shall haunt me more than ones I said. So, I wanted to pour in today. Pulling back out the lost breaths, revealing the essence the scent of my little princess, I dropped my knees, holding her tiny soft hands into mine.
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She was a bit awestruck but I was determined of my decisions of making her mine without any further doubts.
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“You have craved my heart for so long. I would be lying if I said not at times I did not long for you.
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So many years without realising the mistakes made. I had gone crazy, chasing after you and I thought I would never find you again. Now that I understand everything, I don’t want to waste even a minute without you. I want to see your bright eyes when you wake up to the new morning. I wish to feel the slow and steady rhythm of your breathing, rocking me into calm sleep. For all the nights when I wanted to be with you, by your side, for all those moments when I wanted to hold your hands, for all those tough days I wanted your hug badly, my little baby!! Will you put me out my own misery; accept me as a part of your life, where we can create our own colourful world and do the honours of being my wife. Just be with me for the rest of our life to share love and growing stronger in love, in each other’s arms...”
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I held my breath, waiting for her answer looking into her eyes in search of ‘Yes’ to get converted in words. She stood there still, not a word spoken, I was scared of something unexpected.
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She bent down still not a word spoken in reply but wrapped me around her arms placing her lips on mine!
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“Is that Yes?!” I asked being still unsure and puzzled.
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“Yes Yes Yesss!!!” She screamed with joy, a soft giggle turning into laughter could only soothe my weary soul and wipe all the tears. She was happy, holding me tight and hugged me just like she always owes me.
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I am what I have become, no special ingredient trust me, in just most honest and simple way I can say what I have all said is that I am all your! I exclaimed in pleasure. Light have its silver way to come when it has to through the dark clouds, fixing everything and fall upon.
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For me fall has finally fallen to enlighten my life just as I finally found her!
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<div class="blogger-post-footer"><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">I write not because "I Have to"</span></em>
<span style="color:#cc0000;">But because I <em>"<strong>Want</strong>"</em> to</span>
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<blockquote>This is a series of love. <br />
~ For I don’t hate-love-story!</blockquote><br />
<span style="background: #bcbbbb; color: #0c3259; float: left; font-family: times; font-size: 100px; line-height: 80px; margin: 0px 5px 5px 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 1px;">I</span>I couldn’t say her much then. <br />
Except holding her firm, consoling her,<br />
“It’s ok, it will be all ok... Calm down!” I told her. <br />
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As I said this to her, she pressed her face into my chest, her hair covering her from the sides.<br />
I gently took her hair back, tears were rolling and it seemed like there was no way she would stop crying then.<br />
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She tilted her head and refused to meet my eyes. <br />
She was extremely disturbed by such incidence. I know the kind of girl she is. She would never do anything that embarrasses her or her family. For me she was someone who deserved the utmost respect and admiration always. I could feel her pain. More than tears, I saw her hurt where her dignity was on stack.<br />
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After a while when she realised she was in my arms, she tried loosening up and slowly tried stepping back getting conscious. My skin was already reacting busting into goose bumps. She was shivering a bit as well. We found everything so puzzled for a while.<br />
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Somehow mutually it was decided to stay like that longer into each other’s arms almost like forever.<br />
I didn’t want to let her go. For a while we forgot everything. She still had those last few drops of tears slipping on her cheeks. I took my hand with traced fingers cleaned her tears. Soon a phone started ringing which was kept on the coffee table. I decided to ignore it.<br />
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“Your phone is ringing!” she said whispering softly, where I could feel her breath on my neck, sending me tingling feeling. <br />
“Ignore it” I said making no attempt of going out of her hold, her touch, her warmth. <br />
“What if it is something urgent?” she said loosening her grip on me. <br />
“Nothing is important than you right now!” I said much stubbornly but it had warmth in it. <br />
“What if the call is from your office?” She again said eyeing on me carefully. <br />
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This time I couldn’t ignore her.<br />
I could ignore everything but not what she said. “Ok I will check!” I said a bit irritated.<br />
I wondered what the hell the timing was of the call. As I checked the number, I seemed it was from the Sales of Insurance. They keep calling to share some economical plan yet spoiling the life plan, I wondered. As I hung up the call, he falls back on the couch sitting and staring at the phone. She steps further. I saw her eyes and realized she was about to say something. <br />
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Almost unable to take her eyes off me, “May be I should go now!” she said something very unwillingly. <br />
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I stood up and observed her body became tensed. A lump in my throat raised yet surrounded by the silence and my tear threaten me to fall, when without thinking much I whispered to her, “Don’t leave me!” <br />
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I was looking at her with my intense eyes that she could not do anything but only to shake her head into agreement. I tried my luck again. I moved and took a step forward towards her; she took one step back nervously. Crossing the distance, filling up the cracks of connectivity and gaps in between, I came closer to her. And before she could give a second thought to anything, I took my hands and cupped her face with warmth.<br />
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She could not blink, still with her eyes kept looking at me speechless. <br />
I leaned forward thinking to kiss her, she said, “Why you left me?” <br />
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I knew I had no answer to it. <br />
I knew it wasn’t one side problem. <br />
I knew I was equally involved in whatever happened in past. <br />
Yet when she said with those tiny dews in her eyes, my heart melted. <br />
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How I could not ever understand that she was not as prompt in expressing her true presence? How deep into my heart I knew what exactly she wanted in life but I ignored it for some silly presumptions! She was right there in my arms staring at me with no questions.<br />
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Was truly the answer 'yes' in her eyes... I searched! <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">..<span style="color: red;">.Continue to READ</span> <b><a href="https://rachanashakyawar.blogspot.in/2012/11/finally-found-you-part-10.html" target="_blank">Part-10</a> The Last Part</b> Thank you friends for your patience and time! </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">I write not because "I Have to"</span></em>
<span style="color:#cc0000;">But because I <em>"<strong>Want</strong>"</em> to</span>
<span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>...</em></span><span style="color:#ffcc00;">rachanaShakyawar </span>
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<blockquote>This is a series of love. <br />
~ For I don’t hate-love-story!</blockquote><br />
<span style="background: #bcbbbb; color: #0c3259; float: left; font-family: times; font-size: 100px; line-height: 80px; margin: 0px 5px 5px 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 1px;">S</span>She was trying to cover up her hangover and was constantly looking around so that I don’t notice her red eyes and pale face. Yet she was miserably failing in that task. Judging her expressions, think that she liked breakfast what I made for her. <br />
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“How are you feeling now?” I asked her taking out an apple from the fridge to eat. As I took my first bite to the apple, “Did you wash it?” she asked curiously with her one eyebrow raised. <br />
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I gave her a smile, thinking finally she spoke something to me directly, “I haven’t, and I will wash it now!” <br />
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“Sorry, I...ummm..” she murmured wondering how to cope up with this awkward situation. She is very particular about certain things, especially about food. <br />
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I knew it, “its ok! Relax, I will wash now, Sorry, I forgot to.. You know how bachelors lead life..” <br />
She smiled back hearing me. <br />
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“The food is good, thank you” she gets up to clean the plate. <br />
I got up, cleaned the table. I wanted to say something to her but then.. I just ignored it for a while! <br />
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Ones I was done, we stood there facing each other with millions of unsaid thoughts and infinite questions. We just kept staring the faces...for a while. <br />
“I’m sorry! I didn't know whom to call” she said after a long pause & with lots of hesitation. <br />
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“It’s ok, I’m glad that you called me, but what exactly you were trying to do there like this...” My voice was only turning more serious and cold at the last bit of the sentence. <br />
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“I don’t know what happened. I was with my friends, was thirsty ...they gave me some drink and next I remember calling you on phone. ” She said to the point a bit ashamed, unhappy and worried. <br />
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“Where were your friends then?” I sounded harsh with growing anger. <br />
“I don’t know where they went then. I couldn't locate them after I felt bit dizzy and tipsy.” She tried explaining aimlessly confused, helplessly, tensed, turning her back around me, hiding her face. <br />
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“I was sitting at the table when my friend arrived with a tray of shots. She placed three of them in front of me and told me to down one after the other. In the back of the mind I knew it wasn't a good idea but I drank them anyways trying to forget the last trace of worry that was left in me and it worked, for a while. I danced hard on the dance floor by myself having forgotten where I was and about the outside world when I started feeling sick. I rushed to the wash-room, bumping into people and wall a few times. Stomach ache, nausea feeling was awful. My head was spinning and the world around me looked blurry and strangely out of tune. <br />
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As I came back to the dance floor, I couldn't find my friends. I was so scared and worried about everything. I did not know anything what to do next. I searched in my clutch my mobile and before I could find it, found your visiting card. I scrolled down to the home phone number in the mobile to call but all of a sudden changed the mind at the last moment. Somehow I felt like calling you would be the right thing to do.” <br />
“I’m so sorry I bothered you so late...” she finally took a long breath completing to tell her sob-story. <br />
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“Listen” I said to her. This was a better tone. <br />
If she could differentiate then it was more of care and concern. I turned her to see her face, looking into her eyes where she could not hold tears and broke down into my arms, crying. <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">..<span style="color: red;">.Continue to READ</span> <b><a href="https://rachanashakyawar.blogspot.in/2012/10/finally-found-you-part-9.html#.UJN32cWTgrk" target="_blank">Part-9</a></b></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">I write not because "I Have to"</span></em>
<span style="color:#cc0000;">But because I <em>"<strong>Want</strong>"</em> to</span>
<span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>...</em></span><span style="color:#ffcc00;">rachanaShakyawar </span>
<em></em>
<em><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Hope you like the article, Don't forget to mention your views in the comment section or link to us.</span></em>
<em><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Thank you.</span> </em></div>Rachana Shakyawarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08763132947288456210noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2288154444681000015.post-55336354211919765632012-10-27T23:49:00.001+05:302020-09-03T11:18:31.379+05:30Finally Found You - Part 7<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<div class="subtitle">
Please read <a href="https://rachanashakyawar.blogspot.in/2012/10/finally-found-you-part-1.html#.UImHe8WTgrk">Part 1</a> <a href="https://rachanashakyawar.blogspot.in/2012/10/finally-found-you-part-2.html">Part 2 </a> <a href="https://rachanashakyawar.blogspot.in/2012/10/finally-found-you-part-3.html#.UIq2KMWTgrk" target="_blank">Part 3</a> <a href="https://rachanashakyawar.blogspot.in/2012/10/finally-found-you-part-4.html" target="_blank"> Part 4 </a> <a href="https://rachanashakyawar.blogspot.in/2012/10/finally-found-you-part-5.html" target="_blank">Part 5</a> and <a href="https://rachanashakyawar.blogspot.in/2012/10/finally-found-you-part-6.html#.UI60FcWTgrk" target="_blank">Part 6</a> here</div>
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<br />
<blockquote>
This is a series of love. <br />
~ For I don’t hate-love-story!</blockquote>
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<span style="background: #bcbbbb; color: #0c3259; float: left; font-family: times; font-size: 100px; line-height: 80px; margin: 0px 5px 5px 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 1px;">N</span>Next all I remember is getting up early morning discovering myself in the position and side I slept into. I stare at ceilings and wonder, through the slow blinks with confused silence.
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I couldn't sleep properly yesterday. I went to the bathroom, gave nice cold water splash on my face, looked into eyes in the hazy mirror and stayed still for a while. I was feeling numb, tired and exhausting. I stood under the warm shower sensing a burden on my stiff shoulder soothing away with bubble and rubble which was pouring down my spine. As the water droplets evaporated from my fragile skin, all I could sense the blood rushing into my veins only to relax me further. Later, I went up to the kitchen made nice green tea for me.
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As I was sipping my tea, I suddenly recalled she was in the next room. I remembered how yesterday I was not all alone, lonely or afraid to come back home. I was accompanied by her all along the zigzag way, walking up the creaking stairs and kicking down the door, shaking up the walls and filling up with so much of tenderness.
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I was caught up in the middle of all this eccentric madness and where I was in a perfect joy to accept that she was next door sleeping in my home and of course the whole feeling was tremendous with the fading feeling of fear attached with heartbreak.
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Walking down into the room, I made sure that I don’t make much noise.
I peeked inside and caught my breath to see she was no wonder still into her deep sleep all curled and tangled up in the blanket. I went back into the kitchen and made one coffee for her. Slowly took the cup of coffee with some chocolate cookies, I calmly called her name to get up. She groaned with remorse as she laid her face against the pillow. She was not willing to get up. I had no idea what I should have done next. With a little pause, I again called her name. Rubbing her little eyes to open up, she looked at me from the side. I could sense in a way she was bit surprised to see me. She looked around to recognise where she was and yes within few minutes she was back to her normal. She looked hesitant, reluctant and puzzled to start any conversation.
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“Good Morning sleeping beauty! Did you have good sleep?” I asked her.
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“Umm..Good Morning!” she replied in a husky voice.
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I handed her the cup of coffee, ‘You will like the coffee, its strong, bitter and less sweet, like your type.”
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As I said that, she looked at me in a surprise. Soon I added, “And moreover it will have you to sooth your headache too”.
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She got up and sat comforting her back to the pillow with slight shots of dizziness hitting her badly. She looked uncomfortable for a while but continued to sip the coffee I made for her. Until she finished her coffee she did not say anything.
She asked me way for the bathroom.
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I guided her, “Straight, first left”.
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She got up and ones more a dizziness hits her, unsettled holds the door for support and I went rushing to help her. I took her to the bathroom. She washed her face, combed her hair, and came out well in form trying to look decent.
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Mean while I made couple of toast and buttered it well, with a hot chocolate. Suddenly I turned around and saw she was already standing behind me. I thought she might rush going out. But no she actually surprised me again by settling down the chair.
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I reflected that I was still so alone then, but it is so better to be all alone with her around. We looked into each other’s eyes and again there was a rush of blood in my veins, heartbeat racing like it wanted to say something but we together exhaled softly into a sigh. The way we made love last night across the corners of the room and later mingling into the garden was it only the drink that made us persistent, I wondered. Soon we exchanged the smile, quite weird one while I passed her the toast and hot chocolate glass.
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“You should eat something” I said.
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<span style="font-size: large;">..<span style="color: red;">.Continue to READ</span> <b><a href="https://rachanashakyawar.blogspot.in/2012/10/finally-found-you-part-8.html#.UJN4CsWTgrk" target="_blank">Part-8</a></b></span></div>
<div class="blogger-post-footer"><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">I write not because "I Have to"</span></em>
<span style="color:#cc0000;">But because I <em>"<strong>Want</strong>"</em> to</span>
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<div class="subtitle">
Please read <a href="https://rachanashakyawar.blogspot.in/2012/10/finally-found-you-part-1.html#.UImHe8WTgrk">Part 1</a> <a href="https://rachanashakyawar.blogspot.in/2012/10/finally-found-you-part-2.html">Part 2 </a> <a href="https://rachanashakyawar.blogspot.in/2012/10/finally-found-you-part-3.html#.UIq2KMWTgrk" target="_blank">Part 3</a> <a href="https://rachanashakyawar.blogspot.in/2012/10/finally-found-you-part-4.html" target="_blank"> Part 4 </a> and <a href="https://rachanashakyawar.blogspot.in/2012/10/finally-found-you-part-5.html" target="_blank">Part 5</a> here</div>
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<blockquote>
This is a series of love. <br />
~ For I don’t hate-love-story!</blockquote>
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<span style="background: #bcbbbb; color: #0c3259; float: left; font-family: times; font-size: 100px; line-height: 80px; margin: 0px 5px 5px 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 1px;">I</span>I reached the place, parked my car hurriedly on the road.
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My mind was distressed thinking about her yet it wasn't difficult to find her out. <br />
She was in the garden, closed eyes sitting on the swing, holding the rope.
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I went up to her, we looked into each other’s eyes without a blink and soon she came with me without even sharing a word. She was feeling sick, was in quite an unconscious state, she hold my hand tightly only to get a support. I moved my hand around her shoulders and carrying her to the car. As I opened the door of the car, she settled inside leaning back with her head on the window.
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To me she still looked so cute.
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She could not focus much, her head was spinning, as soon as she lay her head behind she closed her eyes again and went into kind of deep sleep. I closed the door, moved around and sat in the car. After I had put my safety-belt, I thought of putting her safety-belt too. While I went closer to her to put seat belt, there were again little goose-bumps on my skin. All the way she was murmuring something, I could not understand anything but felt like she was calling my name and trying to tell me something important. For while I kept wondering, all this time I thought about her but never thought we would be meeting like this and she being in such a state. For some reason I felt bit guilty for her conditions. I felt like I should have been there with her throughout the party.
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I drove the car slow trying not to disturb her.
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On the way at time I used to look at her from my slight left glance. She looked so serene. Soon she rustled woke up, tried to open the window. The air blew on her face bringing half of her hair on her face. She was resting her hand on the window with the closed eyes. I had no idea what was going into her head or what she will do next. I was quite apprehensive of the whole situation. No wonder she has been always that stubborn and moody.
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As I reached home below the apartment, I parked my car. Helped her again to getting out of the car and took her to my apartment. When I was opening my apartment door, she struggled to keep the balance and was almost falling on to me. I wondered if she was in her conscious state she would have definitely shouted in her stubborn yet sweet tone at me all the way, yet here she was numb, silent, calm, and controlled... nothing like she actually is in real.
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I literary scooped her into my arms and took her to the room and made her lie on the bed. I added two pillows below her head so that she feels more comfortable and covered her with a light blanket to keep her warm. Just as she found warmth inside, she further curled up into the blanket. This was one of the most delighting moments of my life, when I was with her so close observing her every move and gesture that too without her notice.
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I closed the lights and slowly came out of the room. I was too tired for it was mid night and my head was spinning speculating the whole situation.
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I went back to my room and tried sleeping.
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For a while nearly half asleep, I was just lazily lying down the bed, looking out the window pane covered with slight mist. I was worried about her; I got up to go and check on her but then ignored it for I knew she was not in a state to move even a inch in next ten hours.
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I forcefully tried sleeping again. As I closed my eyes, all I was getting the glimpse of the whole day and everything related to her. Life is so unexpected, but maybe it was all for good, I speculated.
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With all the scattered piece of fragments of feelings, frost out and yet fallen in love with the warmth. I really cannot recollect when actually I slept dwelling about the past.
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<span style="font-size: large;">..<span style="color: red;">.Continue to READ</span> <b><a href="https://rachanashakyawar.blogspot.in/2012/10/finally-found-you-part-7.html#.UI7i88WTgrl" target="_blank">Part-7</a></b>
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<div class="blogger-post-footer"><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">I write not because "I Have to"</span></em>
<span style="color:#cc0000;">But because I <em>"<strong>Want</strong>"</em> to</span>
<span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>...</em></span><span style="color:#ffcc00;">rachanaShakyawar </span>
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<em><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Hope you like the article, Don't forget to mention your views in the comment section or link to us.</span></em>
<em><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Thank you.</span> </em></div>Rachana Shakyawarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08763132947288456210noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2288154444681000015.post-66197746678820285022012-10-25T22:42:00.001+05:302020-09-03T11:16:32.896+05:30Finally Found You - Part 5<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="subtitle">Please read <a href="https://rachanashakyawar.blogspot.in/2012/10/finally-found-you-part-1.html#.UImHe8WTgrk">Part 1</a> <a href="https://rachanashakyawar.blogspot.in/2012/10/finally-found-you-part-2.html">Part 2 </a> <a href="https://rachanashakyawar.blogspot.in/2012/10/finally-found-you-part-3.html#.UIq2KMWTgrk" target="_blank">Part 3</a> and<a href="https://rachanashakyawar.blogspot.in/2012/10/finally-found-you-part-4.html" target="_blank"> Part 4 </a>here</div><br />
<blockquote>This is a series of love. <br />
~ For I don’t hate-love-story!</blockquote><br />
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<span style="background: #bcbbbb; color: #0c3259; float: left; font-family: times; font-size: 100px; line-height: 80px; margin: 0px 5px 5px 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 1px;">I</span>It felt like I drove all night. <br />
It was a long dark foggy night which felt like it had no end to it. <br />
As I reached my apartment building, at the parking lot, I kept waiting for a while to get down from the car. I was so numb about the whole situation. I sat and watched my chunks of thoughts fleet, all the while I wondered what it could all mean or everything I thought was nothing at all. How could I find her and lose her same time like a little history repeats in itself, I marveled! <br />
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After reaching home, I opened the door, it felt bit drained. <br />
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But I loved that feeling of instant, when she stared at me from across the crowd. It was her aura and I was sinking, soaking and swimming into it. I was not drowning into it, I only filling up my lungs with little breath left around with strange salt water. It was not possible for me to come out of that feeling. Feeling that was so much familiar and full of affection. <br />
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But my head was spinning, trying hard to sort out things and every time I consider more it felt like there was no way out of this whirlpool of weird thoughts. As I collapsed exhausted on the bed in the same clothes, without caring to untie the shoes too, unexpectedly there was a flashback of her only birthday together celebrated. I took her to her favourite restaurant, had great food, her favourite ice-cream and gave her lovely bracelet as a birthday present. She looked simple and sweet as ever. Our feeling became less like friends and more like love. We even danced and I tried doing all my modest bits only to make her day perfect, beautiful and memorable. While dancing, gazing into her eyes, I had embraced her like never before. And for the first time I kissed her on the forehead and slowly placed a small soft kiss on her sweet lips. <br />
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But she knew the unrevealed truth, when she knew it was love, it fed her with fear, she avoided confronting it. She was a child then, I don’t blame her actually, and it was her 19th birthday. Did she doubt on my love; I doubt that, because as far as I knew her, she understood me more than anyone has ever made efforts to know me. Honestly, somewhere her implicit feelings for me were never hidden from me. <br />
All the things she did to me over the past, blended with curiosity. And today nothing matters much. I forgive you dear. And perhaps I truly wonder if she had still giving me, one more chance I have been longing. <br />
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‘Please don’t run away now, my mate!’ I pleaded wordlessly in my heart. <br />
Almost chocked with tears, I thought, sometimes it’s better to stay in dark and not seek what shouldn’t be found. <br />
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It was such an exhausting day; I fell asleep immediately and was thankful for a dreamless sleep. But the fact was even when the nightmares came, the memory of that first soft kiss seemed to chase them all away giving me sudden goose bumps. Suddenly the mobile rang with the vibration on. <br />
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The mobile was still in my pocket. I got up with uneasiness. Took out the mobile from my trouser pocket and saw the unknown number. It was still a senseless mid-night. Almost before the last ring I picked up the call. <br />
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‘Hello!’ I said in the clearing my throat. <br />
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‘Yes, who is it?’ I asked suspiciously. <br />
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‘Umm...!’ I suddenly exclaimed recounting her sweet voice. <br />
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‘Yes’ she replied almost breaking down. <br />
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‘What’s wrong?’ I asked with all my concerns. <br />
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‘I .... I was wondering if you can come and pick up me from here...’ She said in a very broken embarrassed voice. <br />
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‘Where are you right now?’ I asked her, while searching the keys of my car in the room. <br />
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‘I’m outside the party hall, in the garden’ she said. <br />
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‘I’ll be there as soon as I can, you don’t move from there and please don’t cry..’ I said as I hung up the call, worried for her. <br />
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My heart was aching; I was so tensed for her. <br />
While driving to her, numerous weird thoughts came into my mind. I abruptly tried making a call again to her, but her number was unknown, so couldn't dial back to her. It wasn’t easy for me to focus. My mind was swinging frantically from one bad thought to other. You know how world is, how the night was, and for God sake she is a little tender baby for me still. <br />
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The dust had settled, the tide of time had stopped washing the shore, all I was left with remains of her, I cannot afford to lose this footprint of time this moment. I was driving really fast, clearing the mist covering on the road with a silent longing and an anxiety to reach to her as early as possible. <br />
As I was getting closer to her, I prayed, I just wished, I only hoped everything was fine with her. <br />
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..<span style="color: red;">.Continue to READ</span> <a href="https://rachanashakyawar.blogspot.in/2012/10/finally-found-you-part-6.html#.UI60FcWTgrk" target="_blank"><b>Part-6</b> </a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">I write not because "I Have to"</span></em>
<span style="color:#cc0000;">But because I <em>"<strong>Want</strong>"</em> to</span>
<span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>...</em></span><span style="color:#ffcc00;">rachanaShakyawar </span>
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<em><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Hope you like the article, Don't forget to mention your views in the comment section or link to us.</span></em>
<em><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Thank you.</span> </em></div>Rachana Shakyawarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08763132947288456210noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2288154444681000015.post-79797022070793515682012-10-24T21:56:00.001+05:302020-09-03T11:15:43.410+05:30Finally Found You - Part 4<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<div class="subtitle">
Please read <a href="https://rachanashakyawar.blogspot.in/2012/10/finally-found-you-part-1.html#.UImHe8WTgrk">Part 1</a> , <a href="https://rachanashakyawar.blogspot.in/2012/10/finally-found-you-part-2.html">Part 2 </a> and <a href="https://rachanashakyawar.blogspot.in/2012/10/finally-found-you-part-3.html#.UIq2KMWTgrk" target="_blank">Part 3</a>here<br />
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<blockquote>
This is a series of love. <br />
~ For I don’t hate-love-story!</blockquote>
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<span style="background: #bcbbbb; color: #0c3259; float: left; font-family: times; font-size: 100px; line-height: 80px; margin: 0px 5px 5px 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 1px;">S</span>‘So what were you doing by yourself at the bar’ I asked her, a bit concern.
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‘My friends disappeared so I decided to sit alone and enjoy the music; I’m not that good at socialising.’
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That made me chuckle a bit. ‘I know!’ I confidently said with a curve on my lips.
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She slightly felt shy hearing me.
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‘So tell me how been your life?’ she asked again only to fill the silence. For the moment I didn't realised she was talking to me, I was only noticing how her sweet pink lips moved.
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As we talked further, I grabbed her hands in mine.
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She still felt the same, warm, sweet, soft, like always mine.
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Yet I also noticed how she was actually shivering looking at me holding her little hands. For those lovely moments I forgot if ever anything bad happened in our past. Sure it was past, long time and situation changes, but she feels still same to me, I realised.
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Playing with her tender hands, we talked. Somehow even she did not hesitate, which gave me comfort to be with her. Time was passing slowly, it was getting cold, the silence was grooving, and we were getting together.
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As she whispered my name, I could not hold myself back and then I caressed her cheeks, removing the hair strands from her side of her face. Then my arms wrapped around her waist and her arms around my shoulder, bringing me closer to her. We embraced tightly. <br />
As I lifted her face again to see her glow, I saw her sad eyes. <br />
She looked at me keenly, like her eyes said to me, ‘Never leave me, and be with me always!’
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Suddenly she broke down in tears.
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‘What’s wrong?’ I asked her consoling her.
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I asked her, I gave her huge hug again. She answered calling my name through her sobs. I pulled her swiftly into another hug. I lifted my hands and again cupped her face in it as I leaned forward; it was as if everything was happening in a slow motion yet too fast for her to stop it.
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Her face was so close to mine that, I could taste her warm breath.
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Just as her lips touched mine, I declared silently, ‘You are mine!’
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And before she would realise much of my feeling for her, she withdrew herself from my embrace, looked into my eyes with a shock and ran away back into the party hall. I was left there all alone, upset, confused and hopelessly lifeless. I was so clueless about this whole circumstance. I stared at the door of the party hall for her. After standing there for few minutes, trying to figure out everything, I decided to leave the party. As I reached the parking lot, I felt disappointed to have come to this party. I gave the kick and a good noisy punch bang on my dear car and left for home.
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How I could have done this, felt apologetic!
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How madly I wished if my kiss was without the question mark?
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The lingering attachment we still shared would have been exclamation marks then. The passion provided the clarity to my thoughts then and I understood what matters to me the most. But the kiss just happened in a jiffy which cannot be denied. I knew nothing, what was going through her mind. She never spoke her heart to me ever, neither today nor yesterday. I drifted away helplessly through the foggy doomed night. It seemed that I would never rise again with zest of zeal through the salty sea of sentiments I stumble into.
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..<span style="color: red;">.Continue to READ</span> <a href="https://rachanashakyawar.blogspot.in/2012/10/finally-found-you-part-5.html" target="_blank"><b>Part-5</b></a></div>
<div class="blogger-post-footer"><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">I write not because "I Have to"</span></em>
<span style="color:#cc0000;">But because I <em>"<strong>Want</strong>"</em> to</span>
<span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>...</em></span><span style="color:#ffcc00;">rachanaShakyawar </span>
<em></em>
<em><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Hope you like the article, Don't forget to mention your views in the comment section or link to us.</span></em>
<em><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Thank you.</span> </em></div>Rachana Shakyawarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08763132947288456210noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2288154444681000015.post-2249155953497514082012-10-23T00:11:00.001+05:302020-09-03T11:14:38.675+05:30Finally Found You - Part 3<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<div class="subtitle">
Please read <a href="https://rachanashakyawar.blogspot.in/2012/10/finally-found-you-part-1.html#.UImHe8WTgrk">Part 1</a> and <a href="https://rachanashakyawar.blogspot.in/2012/10/finally-found-you-part-2.html">Part 2 </a>here<br />
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<blockquote>
This is a series of love.
<br />
~ For I don’t hate-love-story!</blockquote>
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<span style="background: #bcbbbb; color: #0c3259; float: left; font-family: times; font-size: 100px; line-height: 80px; margin: 0px 5px 5px 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 1px;">S</span>So before the night would pass, the party would get over and we would ones again be lost in our own busy world. I took my strong steps to see her and share a word with her. It was like a frozen moment with a fleeting glance, a stolen second and a dazed secret sigh waiting for the butterflies and those damn goose-bumps that were setting us apart. In all hesitation and curiosity, I enthused towards her, without losing my eye contact. Observing me approaching towards her, she looked tensed and conscious.
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Same time, I felt a heat like my cheeks was blushing badly.
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What the hell was up to that now!
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Somehow I could never hide my emotions bottled up for her. I could see that she was on edge, that for a while she looked here and there, and then indecisively changed the place from where she was standing earlier. She went to the bar and took one more drink. I took long breaths and out of the blue with my cold hands softly tapped her shoulder and she turned around. Her long locks’ brushing my face and that sweet scented aura around her was so charismatic.
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“Uh,Hi?" I said quite determined tone.
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‘Hi!’ she said, obviously confused.
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‘umm...How about we go outside to actually talk and we can hear each other.’ I instinctively suggested shamelessly.
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‘Hmm!’ to my surprise she hummed in quick agreement, like a feeling of being drawn towards me.
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I extended my hand and she took it gently and let her outside.
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Where emptiness is the essence enough to light the fire to warm us, lending hand to the silhouette sense, the silence, the gap, the pause, the sinking stillness, the absence was filling every bits and bytes of everything. How so much could settle and yet spread in such a little space inside my soul for so many years, I wondered!
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Reaching out in fresh chill air of November, with her was much like a dream. Bit of fog around, not a clear sky to count stars, yet a beautiful blessed night. Who knew few hours ago that I shall meet her and now she is holding my hand. Yet again in a split of second another thought lingered, "was everything I feared about has passed or there was still bits of unexpected to happen?" We sat on the garden chair, quite on the edge of the garden, so that no one could possibly find us.
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It’s like kind of sketchy dream on the paper with the think dark charcoal pencil to be shaded in humble colours soon.
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It was still such an awe moment that it was unbelievable to see she would come with me in the dark spot with ease, be next to me and talk. I know when one thinks about it nothing seems creepier than this but trust me I wasn’t going to do anything. It was a serene, surprising and a sacred moment of my life.
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‘So how are you?’ she finally spoke almost like a soft whisper after few minutes of awkward silence.
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And those first few words leaping from her lungs, slowly crawling into my ears like melting melody, it was ‘Good!’ really good!
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‘Good!’I said staring into her deep eyes.
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‘Where are you working?’ she asked next. ‘I work in Multi-National Company, showing her my visiting card’, I told.
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She with a smile saw my card, tried reading it but since it was dark, she gave back the card.
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‘Keep it’ I said looking the spark into her eyes.
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I knew she would show to give me back yet would want me to ask her to keep it. I wondered for a while, why she always wants me to read and understand the underlines! May be she doesn’t expect but I know her too well, I guess.
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..<span style="color: red;">.Continue to READ</span> <b><a href="https://rachanashakyawar.blogspot.in/2012/10/finally-found-you-part-4.html" target="_blank">Part-4</a></b> </div>
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Please read <a href="https://rachanashakyawar.blogspot.in/2012/10/finally-found-you-part-1.html">Part 1 </a>here<br />
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This is a series of love.
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~ For I don’t hate-love-story!</blockquote>
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While I was still indulged into long-fellow talks, my heart beat raised suddenly, thinking about those two eyes following me. Just a slight glance of someone could be so powerful that it could give such a shiver in my body. The girl kept looking at me as I glanced occasionally at her while I was chatting with my friends. These eyes belonged to a very cute girl. She was someone, the only one I ever felt so much during college. As I saw her again today, I was just in awe and wondered how after so many years she still looks so sweet and captivating. I repeated looking at her, while still conversing with my friends. I noticed her looking at me and a slight curve on lips played itself onto the aura. <br />
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Just as I saw those deep dimples, I had to go ahead. While I was still thinking how to make a move, she suddenly vanished from my eyes.
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What an irony, I lost her in the crowd of old chaps!
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Then I wondered will she be remembering me, isn't it too late to have same feeling like old times?
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To add more fact to the whole story, I and she was never a couple in our college, yet the most popular one to be talked about. I as such never liked any kind of such attention but can’t help about the people. I was only trying to be friendly with her, though cannot ignore the fact that I definitely had a soft corner for her as always. <br />
It’s like when the love is actually the prayer
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and care is nothing much but the blessing of presence.
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I wanted to be with her always for I always enjoyed her company. Even then there was something between us which kept intact despite of people’s odd talk about us around. I had accepted the things around us. The bond for me was under no pressure to get upset or disturbed about any talk. But I knew she used to get concerned hearing talks and was not ready to face any further consequences. The stories went on and on until at last they needed nothing to start to believe, fortunately for me they turned into truth too in due course of time. I still remember the last time I saw her was in a farewell party. Never thought life would change so much, undecided of so many circumstances. I turned around and out of the corner of my eyes; I felt a pair of beautiful eyes on me yet again.
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Soon while having almost the last sip of my drink, I noticed her in the corner of the room with the bunch of buddies. It was an awkward moment for us. All these years, I might have not been in touch with anyone, might have forgotten everything about college life, but there is one and only thing which I could never forget are those innocent brown eyes and dimpled smile. Something which I have always ignored to talk about freely, when by chance asked about I blush, smile and skip the question in a nice way. Yet I know in my heart I so want to talk about it, alas want to share my story with nobody but only with her.
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Even today, when I saw her,
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I had this same understanding of the depth in the feeling. <br />
Now before the party could be over, I was supposed to go and meet her. But how I wondered, how could I just like that go and talk to her and will everything be right, I speculated. Moreover, somehow I was so sure that all my close friends knew that I was paying my attention was only every move of her. As I saw her again, I perceived her eyes sparkled. It was this spark between us which had such a lovely positive feeling to have and then nothing much bothered. I was not in a position to create issues. Yet I was in my full mood to recreate the feelings.
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By now, I knew she was grasping my glimpse too I was trying to win her heart and my focus was only on her heart not on anything else happening around. For a while I just stopped thinking everything. Suddenly, I had this mission of the party in my mind to meet her ultimately.
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;">...Continue to READ</span> <b><a href="https
://rachanashakyawar.blogspot.in/2012/10/finally-found-you-part-3.html#.UImIOMWTgrk" target="_blank">Part-3</a></b>...</span></div>
<div class="blogger-post-footer"><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">I write not because "I Have to"</span></em>
<span style="color:#cc0000;">But because I <em>"<strong>Want</strong>"</em> to</span>
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<blockquote>
This is a series of love.<br />
~ For I don’t hate-love-story!</blockquote>
<span style="background: #bcbbbb; color: #0c3259; float: left; font-family: times; font-size: 100px; line-height: 80px; margin: 0px 5px 5px 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 1px;">L</span>Life takes up a whole one large circle and I’m back to my past, my memories, my moments, and my entire so called first times framed flashes. Life have been like soaring at the shining stars in the dark night, floating into the clouds, sailing into the deep blue ocean creating small endless round, around the situations with clueless circumstances. And surprise-surprise one day I received an invitation to attend a get-together party of the college mates.<br />
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Now this is really funny, for years after been passed out we have not met or much talked, yet we plan to have a get-together. Being a bit of hopeful by nature I thought it was a good chance for a change and revive old bonding. When I wondered about the old good times, thought of people I spend my couple of years together, I was getting excited thinking that we all have grown up, turned matured, work hard and now, it was definitely time to party hard together. After all we were there and have lived some very enduring experiences. Although in the rush of life, we tend to forget or in the modern term ‘we move on’, yet in our heart we all know the best time spent in life, is in the college and despite of all the silly situations or some major differences, we still care and are concern about each other in certain way.<br />
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The party is tomorrow! And today’s night is truly long. <br />
Though not with everyone but with few of my close buddies I was in touch, so I assume tomorrow shall be a nice day. Taking a long breath and making sure I need not think much yet should have a good sleep. Yes! There is something I don’t want to further discuss, it’s been a long time, believes, ideas and things in broad-spectrum have changed or must have changed a lot in due course of time. <br />
I was not the same anymore.<br />
I live in the small terraced house, life is good from top. I have been staying alone ever since I started doing job. My home has minimal furniture yet enough to make life as comfortable as possible. I have no hesitation to say that at times I like being a couch-potato watching television yet there are times I don’t mind having few sociable drinks or seek other entertainment. Most of time eat outside; sometimes cook, though a good cook but cooking for thyself alone is quite boring. I work really hard and spend hours in office. Since living away from your family/friends, I watch television a lot during weekends. Being busy yet not doing anything in particulars during the weekends is what have been my lifestyle past few years. Or may be in much productive manner I would say that I have found my fulfillment in my work. By the way I have not been to my hometown past two years. Yes, at times I do feel home-sick but staying alone and being a self-decision maker is better than anything. Also to have heard so much, so many times, things like to get married soon, to settle down are a bit tiring to me. I think when things have to happen it will and there is nothing to hurry about. <br />
So finally, after getting a bit drowsy, I take a nap.
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In the morning, having my green tea and feeling a bit curious about this whole situation over a weekend. My friend calls me and reminds me to come in the party. I wonder with the cup in my hand, ‘do I really have to go or need to go?’ I don’t think so. But what’s the big deal, I should only to have good time with people, actually they are still my friends, I guess!
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I reached almost right time in the party, which is itself rocking in full-swing.<br />
It was so good to feel that some came from really far away and I truly appreciate the fact that they tired despite of such a busy life. People were smiling, some faces looked familiar and some faces were truly happy to see me. I’m really not a very party type of person. I knew we were here together after a long time for a while and so I didn't mind having few drinks. I took some drink and started hugging, some of my close friends to have met after real long time.<br />
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Laughing, making fun, pulling legs, giggling, everything was so good around. <br />
I felt so glad to have come since the vibe of the party was great. Suddenly, I realized life was so lifeless without them. After all friends are friends, who knows you for ages and knew you well ever since you were young. We had so many past stories to share and talk about. This fact even took me for a surprise for a while that I had so much to say, share, cherish and celebrate collectively. Never thought life was so beautiful with friends. <br />
Music of the party was good which kept the aura serene.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">...<span style="color: red;">Continue to READ</span> <b><a href="https://rachanashakyawar.blogspot.in/2012/10/finally-found-you-part-2.html#.UImH_cWTgrk" target="_blank">Part-2</a></b> ...
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<div class="blogger-post-footer"><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">I write not because "I Have to"</span></em>
<span style="color:#cc0000;">But because I <em>"<strong>Want</strong>"</em> to</span>
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Shopping is something I absolutely love just like any other girl. <br />
However, shopping is sometimes so tiring. Going from one shop to other even if it mean being in a big mall. The exciting experience is always exhausting. <b>Finally slowly, shopping online in India is blooming, Snapdeal.com is one of the best given example for shopping online. </b>Best part is that recently the ‘<b>cash on delivery</b>’ has been introduced. For the people like me who are not just cautions about online stuff as anything can bring virus in the computer, bringing your whole system down. Moreover there are so many hoax activities too, which are so scary, preventing you too take any new chances.<br />
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As I was going through the site, I went onto the home section to see the bed-sheets.<br />
The Snapdeal site is very user-friendly, it helps in segregating the products according to the needs and requirements. So, I went further into the particular brand to get to see the products in particular filtered according to the price structure. It was the brand Bombay Dyeing.<br />
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Looking at all the shades and patterns of the bed-sheets, one of the bed-sheet reminded me in particular one of them I so badly longed to buy it past few months. I actually bought couple of bed-sheets few months back as a gift from India for my very dear friend who stays abroad. The bed-sheets are of the <b>Bombay-Dyeing</b> from <b>'Celebrating India collection'</b>, which had bright colours and ethnic print. However, when I came back India after my long trip, I went back to the show-room to get same kind of prints for my home, since they looked so beautiful. Unfortunately, I couldn’t find it, according to the sales-person all the bed-sheets of the particular prints were over. I was so dishearten, since I loved the design and shades of the colours. But while going through the Snapdeal shopping online site, <b>I saw the same brand 100%cotton with silk finish fabric of bed-sheet and interestingly with the best-price like with 10-20% discount. </b>I was so super excited to get it. I instantly ordered two bed-sheets with cash-on-delivery. Less then a week I got them at home, well packed and absolutely in perfectly good condition. Nothing was more delighting to see that without going around and spending hours I could actually find my desired product while shopping yet being at home with much less price of the original that too in a best-condition. <br />
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<span style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; color: red; float: left; font-size: 100px; line-height: 80px;"><strong><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“</span></strong></span><b>Snap-deal</b> is indeed a wonderful site.<br />
It is absolutely<b> secured site </b>for shopping.<br />
I trust it, for my best ever first online shopping experience.<br />
Best I loved the <b>cash-on-delivery</b> option. <b>Shipping is free and with home-delivery option.</b><br />
The product is <b>well packed in sealed</b> with the brand tag on, to verify the details further, which I absolutely appreciate. The delivery person calls on phone before they come to your home, which gives you flexibility. They also give you a <b>tracking number</b> to see, how your product is moving on the way.<br />
The Snapdeal.com Site was absolutely <b>easy and fast in downloading the page</b> and was indeed so user's friendly. Such facilities give you comfort and satisfaction to enjoy shopping online even when you are at home. I had this wonderful and most memorable first online shopping experience. By the way I cherish my colourful memory of the online shopping looking at those bright bed-sheets crowning my bed-room, igniting to feel wishful. Thanks to Snapdeal.com<br />
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<blockquote>This post is a part of the contest at <a href="http://www.blogadda.com/" target="_blank" title="BlogAdda.com">BlogAdda.com </a>in association with <a href="http://www.snapdeal.com/" target="_blank" title="Snapdeal.com">Snapdeal.com</a></blockquote></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">I write not because "I Have to"</span></em>
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Nothing but those moments in school today is the most wonderful world of stories I wish to sink in every time. How busy yet easy and well scheduled life was then. Waiting for school buses, those raincoats, pencils, magical eraser, stickers and competitions, madly waiting for Sundays was so much fun. Friends been the pillars and equal contributors in every mischief planned. Some still stand strong by my side, yet many shall always be in mind, reminding of something sweet bringing the smile all over again. <br />
<blockquote>India celebrates Teacher's Day on September 5 since 1962 as it is the birth anniversary of Dr Sarvapalli Radhakrishnan, a prominent thinker, philosopher and an educator.</blockquote><b>Today is the Teacher’s day.</b><br />
But the fact is every time I make someone proud or I feel the worth, I know deep into my heart I think and thank my teachers. Each and every one of them played an important role into my life. At every junction of my school and college life, it was definitely the teachers who showed me a light and a unique way to lead zestful life. It is definitely the teachers who made efforts to make me realise the dreams and the passions of being a young aspirant. A creative flow I’m still following and taking little steps to pursue the joy in everything. <br />
<b>When the chapters were boring, life-path were tough, </b><br />
it was the teachers' who created creative, colourful bridges to cross and acknowledge the shades of circumstances and situations to deal being strong-hearted. A teacher definitely make a lasting impression on your mind helping to shape up the ideas and ideals of life which broadens the spectrum of thoughts. Their words and deeds linger in our memory-bands for decades even after we leave school. Such is the charisma, the inspiring soul, an encouraging personality of lovely nurturing teachers.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Teachers’</b> conviction teaches us to believe in and be confident. </span><br />
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Here, this auspicious day remembering and expressing my heartfelt gratitude for all my wonderful teachers from kindergarten, schools and colleges.<br />
<b>Also</b> I take an opportunity conveying my heartiest love and affection to the teachers of my life, my parents and grand-parents. And some of my very dear friends who taught me some magic-tricks and basics of life like to always 'Smile' and 'Celebrate Life'. They shall always be my sunshine teachers and I’ll try to be their best student for life! <br />
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Below sharing a sketch of <b>Year-2000</b>, I made it in the class-room while making some notes in the same piece of the page, while my favourite and an ideal teacher <b>Mr. Akhilesh Kumar Goswami </b>was teaching the subject ‘Hindi’ language. <br />
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And below is the picture where I’m with my classmates right with my wide opened arms with my kindergarten’s first ever the most inspiring teacher of my life <b>Ms.Rita.</b> I remember it was some special day when we students were asked to be in civil uniform and there in the classroom, I was given a chit to pick from a bowl and act accordingly. My lovely inspiring gorgeous madam was encouraging everyone to participate and I was just happy to catch the glimpse with a camera!<br />
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<span style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; color: red; float: left; font-family: inherit; font-size: 100px; line-height: 80px;"><strong>“</strong></span>Indeed someone rightly said, <span style="font-size: large;">"Teachers don't impact for a year, but for a lifetime." </span><br />
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<hr />Read more on Teachers and School Days :<br />
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<ul style="text-align: left;"><li><a href="https://rachanashakyawar.blogspot.in/2007/12/taare-zameen-par-colourful-childhood.html#.UEZmU9YgdWo">Taare Zameen Par - a Colourful Childhood</a></li>
<li><a href="https://rachanashakyawar.blogspot.in/2010/03/time-travel.html#.UEZmWtYgdWo">Time Travel</a></li>
<li><a href="https://rachanashakyawar.blogspot.in/2010/06/my-childhood-memories-invincible.html#.UEZm59YgdWo">My Childhood Memories - Invincible Incredible Bond</a></li>
<li><a href="https://rachanashakyawar.blogspot.in/2009/10/nostalgia-past-perfect.html#.UEZm09YgdWo">Nostalgia - Past Perfect</a></li>
</ul></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">I write not because "I Have to"</span></em>
<span style="color:#cc0000;">But because I <em>"<strong>Want</strong>"</em> to</span>
<span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>...</em></span><span style="color:#ffcc00;">rachanaShakyawar </span>
<em></em>
<em><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Hope you like the article, Don't forget to mention your views in the comment section or link to us.</span></em>
<em><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Thank you.</span> </em></div>Rachana Shakyawarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08763132947288456210noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2288154444681000015.post-14471342055421636852012-08-13T15:48:00.003+05:302020-09-03T11:24:11.971+05:30Birthday Wish for My friend<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="subtitle">Happy Birthday Twinny</div><br />
Dear Twinny,<br />
<br />
Wishing you a very Happy Birthday!<br />
<br />
Not that it has been your birthday, I thought to remind and remember the best of moments. But I truly think that over the years the way we have been able to transform, my each and every moment spent together has been special. It is one of the best feeling to have someone in life whom you can relate and someone who doesn't need to be explained everything and understands exactly the way the things, thoughts and beliefs need to be felt. You have been sure the one I can count on closing my eyes. <br />
<br />
What truly surprises me the power I get thinking to know that you are always there for me present for me. It's funny that it is you birthday and I'm talking of thyself. The reason is that I feel blessed and to me you are the best gift I posses. The distance was and shall never be an issue I guess. Hence, it was always easy and comforting to bridge up my thoughts and other long talks with you. <br />
<br />
All those silly talks of teletubbies, beating, hitting, falling over tangled playing in the playground, fighting only to care more,loving, hugging, planning mischief, supporting and fainting in school morning assemblies, that first cappuccino we had the hub in CCD, the Chinese lunch at NYC and also when I saw you on your wedding shimmering in gold and glitters, been the moments I share and heartily treasure. <br />
<br />
Thank you for being the best memory of my childhood, where I love to move into the trail of comfort, joy and bliss.<br />
<br />
Here is the snap of one of my page from my autobiography, written almost a decade ago, in Year2002 and interestingly on your birthday.<br />
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My life is happier because of you. <br />
My heart is fuller because of you. <br />
My soul feels wholesome because of you.<br />
I'm a better person because of you.<br />
I'm blessed to have you in my life! <br />
<br />
Hope we get more such wonderful memories to cheer on, cherish and celebrate. May all the pieces of your puzzle fall perfectly into place, all your desires and dreams come true, putting you to see and enjoy the joyous future with a great companionship.<br />
<br />
<blockquote>Here wishing you a very <a href="https://creationofhymns.blogspot.in/2012/08/soul.html"><span style="font-size: large;">Happy Birthday Twinny!</span></a></blockquote><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ob-3uPQdQX0/UCiLXbdVYKI/AAAAAAAAEj0/GD_gfqFHkiw/s1600/Tiklu%2BBirthday.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="385" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ob-3uPQdQX0/UCiLXbdVYKI/AAAAAAAAEj0/GD_gfqFHkiw/s640/Tiklu%2BBirthday.JPG" width="640" /></a></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">I write not because "I Have to"</span></em>
<span style="color:#cc0000;">But because I <em>"<strong>Want</strong>"</em> to</span>
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<span style="background-color: #bcbbbb; color: #0c3259; float: left; font-family: times; font-size: 100px; line-height: 80px; margin: 0px 5px 5px 0px; padding: 1px 5px 0px 0px;">H</span>Hair are the best and greatest assets one can possess. The hair could help greatly in boosting your physical appearance. Good hair simply enhances the way you look. It’s like no matter how beautiful one looks but if the hair are messy, it greatly affects you. Not that absolutely easy to maintain the lustre of your hair. You need to be conscious and have to follow a certain simple rules despite being so busy.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X2ibnce1_Jg/UBA9u1XQ7rI/AAAAAAAAEjA/EEhf8L2RL0w/s1600/My_Hair.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X2ibnce1_Jg/UBA9u1XQ7rI/AAAAAAAAEjA/EEhf8L2RL0w/s1600/My_Hair.JPG" /></a></div><br />
Few days back I noticed couple of white hair in my scalp. Instantly I was worried and wondered what caused such effect. <span style="font-size: large;">Was it only my age that I was growing old </span>and should take it as a compliment? My God! Who would like to be identified as an intellectual on the basis of number of white hair strand in head? Definitely not me the one to appreciate the famous saying ‘Yeh baal dhoop mein safed nahi kiye hain '<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Seriously ... no seriously I was worried!</span> I thought what could have been the cause to it. Being a biology student in school, I knew the basic structure of hair and how it was made and what one must do maintain good healthy skin and hair. <br />
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I was having a good food, good sleep and no stress. So what was wrong with my hair. Hmm.. Negligence, I figured out. Being on travel plans for months, frequent change of water, extreme climate changes, pollution all resulted to bad hair.<br />
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I needed to work over it. Do something. If not today then I could never save it. Since we all know ones hair turned white can never be turned black. Yet I knew that I needed to prevent the new hair which grows must not grow white. <br />
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I started with few things which my mom used to do when I was a child to take care of my hair.<br />
I had to turn back to basics even if it means putting oil for hours. It is hard to maintain the glossiness and shine of hair. Indeed, there are so many types of hair which makes it hard for one to maintain it. Some people might have thick but dry hair; others might have thin but normal hair. And still there are those who have oily hair, thick and very curly. Now, no matter what type of hair you have, you can follow some simple secrets, few old techniques at home in order to maintain healthy hair.<br />
<ol style="text-align: left;"><li>Oil massage every alternate days. (olive oil or coconut oil)</li>
<li>Sometimes added lemon juice in oil and massaged it.</li>
<li>Of course lemon is rich and raw source of Vitamin C. It also helps to cure dandruff if any.</li>
<li>Massaging hair roots with egg raw in head. It might smell hell but adding lemon in it can prevent excess smell.</li>
<li>Getting a trim and also chopping of the spilt ends.</li>
<li>Not brushing hair when they are wet or damp.</li>
<li>Never sleeping with wet hair, it weakens the hair roots.</li>
<li><b>Do not keep changing your shampoo too frequently. Choose the correct shampoo and conditioner for your hair.</b> (Simple! Stick to Dove!)</li>
<li>Wash twice a week. Let hair gets dried naturally at room temperature and avoiding use of hair dryer.</li>
<li>Keeping hair tied properly yet loosely while sleeping. May be simple braids shall help.</li>
<li>Try covering the head with the umbrella, cap or scarf while being in sun.</li>
<li>Apply warm green tea (two bags brewed in one cup of water) on your scalp and leave this mixture on for an hour and then rinse. It is believed that since green tea contains antioxidants it prevents hair loss and boost hair growth. One can use normal tea water too, but it might give some reddish shade colour to your hair.</li>
<li>I personally love to put the henna (natural dye for hair), soaked in tea-water overnight in an iron pan/bowl, mixed with ample of lemon juice and an egg (optional) and applied in hair for few hours until the mixture gets dried and then thoroughly washed away.</li>
<li>Sometimes I love to add the curd to my hair and leaving it for couple of hours. Absolute natural conditioner.</li>
<li>Eating healthy like fruits and vegetables, lots of Lemon, orange juice and eat eggs every day.</li>
</ol>I’m <i>genetically</i> blessed with good hair.<br />
Hence, it wasn't that difficult to protect them before any severe damage of hair quality. The efforts could be a bit time consuming but little things help hair in a long run. And honestly, it's never to late to show a little care.<br />
<br />
Long time back when I used to use the dove soap for my skin, I used to wonder what if this beautiful brand, dove comes up in India with some shampoo too. Had I got it earlier I would have saved a lot of money, energy and time in trying out number of hair products.<br />
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Today, I feel extremely happy to personally use the <b>Dove</b> products and whole shampoo combo are extremely wonderful for hair which have reduced the tension of following the routine of grandmother's tips rule book.<br />
<br />
Now I travel just as frequently as ever, yet I need not worry or fear for the bad hair day(s), <span style="font-size: large;">I stick to dove to fix my hair. </span><b>And absolutely that was an end of my hair problems and beginning of the lustrous, soft, healthy hair.</b><br />
<br />
There lies a strength in accepting the situation and as the things are but not caring at all in any circumstance is a foolishness. <br />
Care as they are your hair! <br />
Share care with dove!! <br />
<br />
<blockquote>Know your hair better with this easy <a href="https://www.facebook.com/dove/app_127320750626819" target="_blank">app. of Dove</a></blockquote><br />
</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">I write not because "I Have to"</span></em>
<span style="color:#cc0000;">But because I <em>"<strong>Want</strong>"</em> to</span>
<span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>...</em></span><span style="color:#ffcc00;">rachanaShakyawar </span>
<em></em>
<em><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Hope you like the article, Don't forget to mention your views in the comment section or link to us.</span></em>
<em><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Thank you.</span> </em></div>Rachana Shakyawarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08763132947288456210noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2288154444681000015.post-1604849737908483972012-06-03T02:51:00.002+05:302020-09-03T11:26:48.437+05:30Blank Pages<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: justify;"><p> </p><blockquote><span style="text-align: left;">When I said, 'I need to know more', you said, 'Read me!'</span></blockquote></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1VXPaiM4o0c/T8qDE4iUqRI/AAAAAAAAEfg/s0stqgV43to/s1600/Blank_Pages.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1VXPaiM4o0c/T8qDE4iUqRI/AAAAAAAAEfg/s0stqgV43to/s1600/Blank_Pages.jpg" /></a></div><br />
<blockquote>So how you gonna start.<br />
Here is a request, when you decide that you want to read this, make sure you read this whole post in a stretch and in one go. It is possible in the beginning you might not get it what exactly it is all about, yet I believe if you see yourself in this post, you will eventually start figuring out what am I referring to. The story is about You!</blockquote><span style="background-color: #bcbbbb; color: #0c3259; float: left; font-family: times; font-size: 100px; line-height: 80px; margin: 0px 5px 5px 0px; padding: 1px 5px 0px 0px;">T</span>There is something bothering you like always. <br />
Despite the fact everything is so right. <br />
Something that comes into your mind when your are doing nothing and brings down all your zeal. Something you think for a slight while and try to soon realize that you need to focus on something much fruitful. Its often when you have everything like you always wanted to, you are in one of the most secured position, nothing like past time at all. Yet there is something badly hurts you at core. You are always restless and wonder why all this happened. <br />
<br />
You could never find the answers to the questions and perhaps could not create better questions to answer your cloud of chaos. It's a thing you have been running away through for some reason. This is something you actually had figured out a time ago but you are not still ready to talk about it. You know it that people at-least bunch of them know about it, they still talk about it, you know when the first thought arrives, it's that thing which comes directly to people mind. You don't like such situations. You make sure you will try your best not to encounter such moments ever in life, yet you never forget and perhaps have never forgive the act. Now you think that when this thing happened, you realized long time back, you knew you had no control over the circumstances then. So you decided that you will never let these things to ever come up hindering your success. You made sure you will work hard and change the the things radically. <br />
You were pretty sure you can do it. <br />
The matter of fact is you did it! <br />
But did you forget everything what happened. <br />
The answer is no! You could never forget certain thing. You could not divert you mind from that something. It was like always a shadow, following you everywhere. However, you pretended all this while all was well. But it was dark and so deep. It was scary to watch back things. Even when you knew today that past cannot effect you anyway. Yet, you know, it did at some point of time in your small tenure of life. Things are not that easy at all to just let go. Yet you were strong enough to let it go. Letting go, moving on! But alas you could never leave the memories behind. You never react but you know those moments shall always exist with you in a form of memories. Something, that you would share with thyself and might be the most difficult aspect to share with anyone. Indeed, you never tried to and when you actually thought to say, you were locked into your own web of words. Nothing could justify and so you actually sealed it into you.<br />
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To people who are still not able to follow, what exactly I'm referring to, this is not my story, it is your story. This is about you. This is about those things which have chased you for long, like forever. I know you don't want to talk about it. You are shy that if you share, you will be judged on that and you don't want that to happen. You have a fear, yet you are strong enough just ones more not to share it all and ignore at ones the whole. It's not important to talk about it today. Today have nothing to do with yesterday, just as you say! But how can I forget that all that was yesterday, helped you in building your today just as you are today. <br />
<br />
Tough times, often the uncontrolled one are difficult moments anytime. Where letting go seems only a way to run away from memories. But believe me, when the situations pushed you in darker dull depths of pain and agony, there will also be circumstances where there shall be the heights positive possibilities and great graceful chances. Thinking hard is not bad, it's really good until and unless you know that someday you will end up to some concrete solution to the puzzle. <br />
<br />
<span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-position: 0% 0%; float: left; font-size: 100px; line-height: 80px;"><strong><span face="" style="color: #0b5394;">“</span></strong></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span>All you need to do is to find a person with whom you can talk about it. Talk does not necessarily need to be one which has to be interesting or sound extraordinary. <b>Talk is a talk. It's a sharing. You are not inventing or discovering anything new in it. It is a comfort zone, you say to fill gaps, spaces and pauses. And in the process you also derive the secret of sharing and formula of healing.</b> You definitely need to talk and bring out all that you thought for years and also things you think as today. A change of prospect as well as a self-introspection of thoughts and emotions. The day you gather that little courage to not make efforts to hide and have that strength to share and not feel apologetic, you will see how the things that always haunted you actually have healed. You will feel light, you will feel glad like a mission accomplished, like acknowledging your own emotions and shades of secret sentiments. <br />
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If you think you can write better than talking, go for it.<br />
Just bring it out in any form in whole that even you can figure out the pattern of things and get clarity in thoughts. Confide to build your your own confidence. <b>There is nothing more cheering in life than winning over our own chaos of emotions.</b> <br />
<br />
The problems sometimes to you does not appear as "pain." You tend to easily busily push it out of sight like a routine thing. You need to recognize the pain you are experiencing, or else you cannot understand anything further in this respect. No matter how true and understandable your present pain is, it is nevertheless the same thing and sure you know it. And seriously, the hurt of your current problem is the very same old hurt. This something a bit awkward yet to you sounding normal, have been existing even before a long long time you actually got aware of it. The time is when you will know when you need to do it. You need not force thyself hard. Rather accept the consequences calmly.<br />
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The remedy lies solely in you. <br />
Let the clouds settle and you see celebration of the tough moment of your life which after all molded you. Be a candle to your own dark thoughts, a coach to celebrate and cherish everything in life, every hurt, every pain and every agony of shame. You are supposed to be loved and you indeed love limitless exclusively. Please do not control your warmth, simply continue considerably your affection flow! Somethings never surpass but surprises. Make your memories as a part of miracles. <br />
Let the words unsaid be heard, feeling unexpressed be showed, learnt the way to read - read the unread, read the blank pages and fill them with glory and glitter! <br />
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<b>Let the blank pages of life be filled with words and wishes, moments and momentum. </b><b>Whatever happens or happened has to be healed with rising hope in heart!</b><br />
~ Keep the Spark ALive..</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">I write not because "I Have to"</span></em>
<span style="color:#cc0000;">But because I <em>"<strong>Want</strong>"</em> to</span>
<span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>...</em></span><span style="color:#ffcc00;">rachanaShakyawar </span>
<em></em>
<em><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Hope you like the article, Don't forget to mention your views in the comment section or link to us.</span></em>
<em><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Thank you.</span> </em></div>Rachana Shakyawarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08763132947288456210noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2288154444681000015.post-39542345213781893222012-05-26T01:07:00.003+05:302020-09-03T11:27:30.584+05:30Daily Crosswords!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="subtitle"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z8ow1DfYmGo/T7_cpOl350I/AAAAAAAAEcw/Ir1xlvvHp7A/s1600/Origami-bird.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="321" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z8ow1DfYmGo/T7_cpOl350I/AAAAAAAAEcw/Ir1xlvvHp7A/s400/Origami-bird.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Will there be long sighs<br />
Or silence in stare, you will notice<br />
Let there be a whisper <br />
Yet screaming out <br />
In the form of loud heartbeat!<br />
<br />
Should I be the yellow lilies?<br />
As you touch the soft petals!<br />
Let me be its sweet scent,<br />
Slowly sinking into <br />
Your longing lungs!<br />
<br />
How would I tell you?<br />
How would you like to hear?<br />
How can I explain?<br />
How could you understand the description?<br />
Should I say in simple words?<br />
<br />
Words really simple, <br />
And simply straight<br />
Or should I make it a rhyme<br />
Quote my heart <br />
And lock my soul,<br />
In an honest handwritten love letter.<br />
<br />
Let it rain, a run for life<br />
Tasting raindrops,<br />
Aching for taste of air,<br />
Arching for breath!<br />
Beautiful things emerge<br />
Submerged in joy!<br />
<br />
Window curtain raiser<br />
A little light,<br />
Spills into the space<br />
Welcome to summer!<br />
<br />
Long is the road <br />
Leads me home<br />
Light finds its way<br />
Light shall find me anyways!<br />
<br />
You have to lose everything<br />
Lose yourself with me<br />
No matter how lost I am,<br />
Let go everything only for me!<br />
<br />
Enduring enriching<br />
Eventually looking up!<br />
Fall again like this<br />
Fixed on the feet<br />
Floating in love!<br />
<br />
So let me fly, as there is<br />
Wind beneath my wings<br />
Let me flap my wide wings<br />
Fluttering finally!<br />
<br />
Making castles<br />
Moving with clouds<br />
Carrying me with a canvas<br />
Creating new sketches<br />
Building new stories!<br />
Warmth in words!<br />
<br />
Feel free like <br />
Never before<br />
Please unfold <br />
And make me flat<br />
Crease free, carefree!<br />
<br />
Daily display of,<br />
Bowing, dipping but quietly<br />
Like the peaceful dove<br />
Blue dotted paper inked life!<br />
<br />
Please uncross <br />
Your fingers now!<br />
In an unsolved puzzle <br />
The pieces are,<br />
Fixed ultimately! <br />
<br />
<blockquote><a href="https://dversepoets.com/2012/05/24/stream-of-conscousness-writing/">d'verse </a> : Writing a stream of consciousness poem.</blockquote><br />
</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">I write not because "I Have to"</span></em>
<span style="color:#cc0000;">But because I <em>"<strong>Want</strong>"</em> to</span>
<span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>...</em></span><span style="color:#ffcc00;">rachanaShakyawar </span>
<em></em>
<em><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Hope you like the article, Don't forget to mention your views in the comment section or link to us.</span></em>
<em><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Thank you.</span> </em></div>Rachana Shakyawarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08763132947288456210noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2288154444681000015.post-70429716559290860722012-05-23T09:54:00.001+05:302020-09-03T11:28:16.962+05:30Winter rains in dark night<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="subtitle">rain drops dripping at the window pane..</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8WLn8k3dhig/TyGCBHWKtHI/AAAAAAAADqQ/m6_NbpnFBWY/s1600/DTPH.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="210" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8WLn8k3dhig/TyGCBHWKtHI/AAAAAAAADqQ/m6_NbpnFBWY/w500-h210/DTPH.jpg" width="500" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">Last out the waiting,<br />
Winter rains pouring,<br />
Running over old stories,<br />
Emotions flood,<br />
And ruining all over,<br />
Murmuring thundering, <br />
Shivering trembling,<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The darkest hour!</span><br />
Just before the dawn!<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">There was a dark room</span><br />
And we were together,<br />
I was scared of weary weather,<br />
Dim mysterious dull walls,<br />
And right there as I saw,<br />
A shadow shade on the wall,<br />
Shoulders posed secure and composed,<br />
Snuggle close in the darkness,<br />
It suddenly made me feel so warm,<br />
I could be forever in a dark room,<br />
If I was <span style="font-size: large;">tight locked</span> in your arms!</div><br />
<ul style="text-align: left;"><li>The picture above is taken from the movie, <b>'Dil to Pagal hai'</b> featuring Madhuri Dixit and Shahrukh Khan.</li>
<li>Written for<a href="https://dversepoets.com/2012/05/22/openlinknight-week-45/" target="_blank"> d'verse</a></li>
</ul></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">I write not because "I Have to"</span></em>
<span style="color:#cc0000;">But because I <em>"<strong>Want</strong>"</em> to</span>
<span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>...</em></span><span style="color:#ffcc00;">rachanaShakyawar </span>
<em></em>
<em><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Hope you like the article, Don't forget to mention your views in the comment section or link to us.</span></em>
<em><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Thank you.</span> </em></div>Rachana Shakyawarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08763132947288456210noreply@blogger.com4