tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51962468213743113192024-03-19T05:00:09.368-07:00Life is What we ExperienceFor all those like me trying to reinvent their lives........brokenwingsflythefarthesthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16119243391431242346noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196246821374311319.post-79287351218102305732021-02-13T10:48:00.003-08:002021-02-15T09:33:21.768-08:00MERMAID - HER SOLITUDE & HER RISE<p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><b>Once so Cheerful MERMAID now became LIFELESS.<br />A MERMAID who feared DARKNESS, now embraced DARKNESS.<br />She shut herself in the SHIP WRECKS & Built a wall with ROCKS that can't be broken from outside.<br />All she had was herself & the Memories she made in love.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><br />She knew she was not strong anymore to take the pain that's drowning her heart in ocean of memories. <br />Still she wanted to bear everything on her own.<br />She didn't want to step out into the ocean ever again as everything reminded her of the one who left her.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">She choose to remain IN SOLITUDE WITH HERSELF.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><b>The Ocean, The Moon, The Stars & Her friends in the Ocean who witnessed the story from the beginning were saddened by the way MERMAID was HEART BROKEN.<br />The OCEAN longed for her Presence<br />The MOON became GLOOMY as he couldn't SHINE on her<br />The STARS missed her BEAUTIFUL DANCE<br />And HER FRIENDS were WORRIED as MERMAID was afraid of DARKNESS & they never saw her HEART BROKEN.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">Unbothered about the outside world, <br /><b>MERMAID continued living as a LIFELESS DOLL. </b><br />She lay awake staring into the Darkness wondering What went wrong.<br />As tears rolled from her eyes with the heaviness of memories, she cuddled herself to Sleep.<br />Suddenly NIGHTMARES would hit her out of blue & she would sit there in a corner with her head on her knees and cry her heart out.<br /><br />All this while, <br /><b>MERMAID KNEW HER HEART WAS BLEEDING SEVERELY.</b><br /><b>The pain was unbearable as every inch of her SOUL was torn apart.<br />At times, She looked at the BRACELET and <br />Questioned GOD "Why he allowed such person into her life?"<br />At times, <br />She questioned herself, "If she really deserved the pain?"<br />She blamed herself, "For loving so unconditionally."<br />She pitied herself, "For allowing someone to treat her so unworthy."<br />She scolded herself, "For giving someone the right to break her heart."<br />She held herself responsible. "For letting someone play with her emotions and Toy her around."<br />She felt very sorry for her own self, "For letting her mind,soul,body and heart go through a breakdown because of someone."<br />Unable to bear the pain thats stabbing her Heart and Soul,<br />She fell on her knees, And Cried to God, <br />"SAVE ME FROM THE TRAUMA. I NEED YOUR HELP."</b><br /><br /><b>THEN HER INNER VOICE ASKED HER, <br />"DARLING, WAS HE REALLY WORTHY OF YOU? <br />DO YOU DESERVE THE HEART WRENCHING TRAUMA FOR SOMEONE WHO LEFT YOU SUDDENLY?"<br />WAS HE MORE IMPORTANT THAN YOUR OWN SELF?</b><br /><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><b>That Moment, MERMAID realized she loved him more than he deserved. <br />So he hurt her more than she deserved. <br />Wiping her Tears, Like a determined soul she promised herself to rebuild her bruised and shattered life slowly.</b><br /><br />Her friends in the Ocean, who were worried about her started knocking her door. She heard the knocks. But she was too weak to let anyone into her SOLITUDE. MERMAID knew she wanted her space to heal herself. She was Physically, Emotionally,Spiritually completely Damaged and broken. <br /><b>"IN SOLITUDE SHE STARTED FIXING HERSELF, ONE BRUISE AT A TIME."<br />A small ray of light emerged from her soul and lit up the DARKNESS. <br />A SMILE ON HER FACE APPEARED AND IT BRIGHTENED HER HEART.</b><br /><br /><b>The friends who saw the light coming from the dark wall, were now relieved that MERMAID was alive. They too understood that she needed her space. But they wanted to be with her in her times of struggle. They loved MERMAID a lot.<br />All the friends decided to support her from a distance. <br />So they searched the Ocean and brought her favorite shells, fireflies, crystals and decorated the SHIP WRECK. </b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">Days passed and <b>MERMAID HEALED HERSELF SLOWLY BUT VERY STRONGLY.</b><br />She finally decided that she can now live in the light again.<br />She was afraid the world outside might be Dark and thought that she might be alone.<br />As she made her decision,<br /><b>SHE BROKE THE WALL WITH STRONG DETERMINATION.<br />When she stepped outside, it was a sight to BEHOLD.<br />HER SHIP WAS ALL DECKED UP WITH SHELLS, FIREFLIES & CRYSTALS.<br />HER FRIENDS WHO WERE WAITING THERE HUGGED HER & WELCOMED HER.<br />She then Understood, she was never alone all the while. She realized GOD ANSWERED HER PRAYERS THROUGH HER FRIENDS.</b><br /> <br />With happiness in her heart, She went up to the shore & sat on her rock. <br /><b>The MOON who finally saw her, started SHINING ON HER SO BRIGHTLY. Under that MOON LIGHT , THE MERMAID WAS GLOWING LIKE A PHOENIX WHO ROSE FROM HER ASHES.<br />The WAVES OF THE OCEAN SWAYED TO HER FAVORITE MUSIC.<br />The STARS TWINKLED & THE OCEAN WAS LIT UP AS DIAMOND CARPET.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5_1o9vJ-_I_JpLhMqUEv3bQy3UzXrojD1tGesAmD8s3HHLjAoZYaMHnvzaRa3DozzXLabyAn9KBAAkwgpgzp0AsR7Y_iZHggg3to0oQfD1ryAm1xeRiD82u97T1LTMtqaoPLuUfYGkEY/s1280/WhatsApp+Image+2021-02-13+at+21.46.26.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1045" data-original-width="1280" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5_1o9vJ-_I_JpLhMqUEv3bQy3UzXrojD1tGesAmD8s3HHLjAoZYaMHnvzaRa3DozzXLabyAn9KBAAkwgpgzp0AsR7Y_iZHggg3to0oQfD1ryAm1xeRiD82u97T1LTMtqaoPLuUfYGkEY/s320/WhatsApp+Image+2021-02-13+at+21.46.26.jpeg" width="320" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><br /><br /><br /><b>MERMAID felt so peaceful Emotionally,Physically and Her heart,Mind,Soul & Body were swept with a sense of CONTENTMENT.</b><br />She can't erase the memories of her past, but she will no longer allow them to ruin her life.<br />She sat there in SOLITUDE and <br />She <b>patted herself ," FOR NOT GIVING UP ON HERSELF IN ALL THOSE CHAOS"</b><br />She <b>appreciated herself, "FOR BUILDING HERSELF FROM ALL THOSE SHATTERED PIECES."</b><br />She<b> FELL IN LOVE WITH HERSELF ALL OVER AGAIN.<br /></b><br />She looked up at the Sky & <b>THANKED GOD FOR EVERYTHING.</b><br />And<br /><b>SHE JUMPED INTO THE OCEAN & STARTED DANCING WITH HER FRIENDS TO THE MUSIC PLAYED BY THE WAVES UNDER THE MOONLIGHT.<br />HER LIFE STARTED AGAIN ....STRONGER & LOVELIER THAN EVER.</b><br /><br /><b>"BEHOLD HER, SINGLE IN THE FIELD,<br />YON SOLITARY HIGHLAND LASS."<br /> - WILLIAM WORDSWORTH.</b><br /><br />WHEN <b>PRINCE </b>LEFT HER HE <b>THOUGHT </b><br /> "<b>THERE WILL BE A LOT OF FISH IN THE SEA</b>."<br /><br />BUT HEY <br /><b>"SHE IS A MERMAID. <br />DAMN WONDERFUL CREATION WHO RULES THE WATER.<br />A MERMAID IS THE QUEEN OF OCEAN & RULER OF THE SEA". <br /></b><br /><br /><b>P.S:- THIS BLOG IS A DEDICATION TO MY VERY DEAR FRIENDS WHO UNDERSTOOD MY SOLITUDE AND YET NEVER LEFT ME ALONE IN DARKNESS.<br /><br />Manjula, Himanshu, Shalini, Gomathi, Swetha,<br />Seshu, Harika, Pratyusha,Shilpa, Radhika.<br /><br />You all became my strength in those weakest and darkest days and i can never say in words how much you guys mean to me. All i can say is I LOVE YOU guys.<br /> I LOVE MYSELF TOO. HAPPY VALENTINES DAY.</b></span>brokenwingsflythefarthesthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16119243391431242346noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196246821374311319.post-43598292816834670822021-01-02T11:53:00.003-08:002021-01-02T11:57:50.252-08:00MERMAID, THE PRINCE & HIS DECISION <p><span style="font-family: arial;"> </span></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> The Night was Gloomy
& Dark. One Decision will change the lives of 3 hearts. The Stars above,
the waves below and The Moon looked as if they were eagerly waiting for<br /></span><b style="font-size: 12pt;">A HAPPY
ENDING</b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">.</span></span></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJB6KmEol9NPa6vRCp4imNDcMnS9_loxUgsk75nJXqCJpqRgCVwi-GlcrF_JuEQaK6NAmul7mJzjd8Nuv2v9NpXin8OdJqwF-FtbSkDJ8I0vjzIBFiGUH4RdiUij5IFjQ56ersTEzfF7c/s1280/WhatsApp+Image+2021-01-03+at+01.26.42.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="960" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJB6KmEol9NPa6vRCp4imNDcMnS9_loxUgsk75nJXqCJpqRgCVwi-GlcrF_JuEQaK6NAmul7mJzjd8Nuv2v9NpXin8OdJqwF-FtbSkDJ8I0vjzIBFiGUH4RdiUij5IFjQ56ersTEzfF7c/s320/WhatsApp+Image+2021-01-03+at+01.26.42.jpeg" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span></span><p></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
The <b>PRINCE</b> heard the <b>HEART OF THE MERMAID & WORDS OF THE PRINCESS.</b></span></span></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">While The Princess held her Hand out for <b>THE PRINCE</b> inviting him onto the <b>ROYAL
CRUISE,</b><br /><b>
MERMAID</b> was very far from the Prince, Bruised & Broken sitting on a Rock on
the shore.<br /><br /> The once <b>DROWNING PRINCE </b>now looked like a <b>PRINCE OF OCEAN</b>. The waves didn’t
bother him anymore nor the Chains troubled him. <br />Because he understood Either The <b>PRINCESS </b>will pull him onto<b> CRUISE</b> or <b>MERMAID</b> will
save him again risking her life.<br />
As the <b>ROYAL CRUISE</b> blew its horn , The <b>PRINCE</b> came to his senses. He saw
<b>MERMAID</b> for one last time.And he made his <b>DECISION</b>.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b> THE PRINCE
CHOOSE THE PRINCESS.</b><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrh4xC1swDVgheTsmfDJzajL2munKCYuemZRS1ZrcLNtl7gDCecuF3guFPH4vf7RBGCq_w8pFUp0X_QumfijWaaAYkBVDPeN485h3NVk8rENu-axkPnsoOgMuHyxJ83q2iqjVCTS-hJhI/s271/download.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="186" data-original-width="271" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrh4xC1swDVgheTsmfDJzajL2munKCYuemZRS1ZrcLNtl7gDCecuF3guFPH4vf7RBGCq_w8pFUp0X_QumfijWaaAYkBVDPeN485h3NVk8rENu-axkPnsoOgMuHyxJ83q2iqjVCTS-hJhI/s0/download.jpg" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: arial;"> The <b>PRINCE</b>
held the hand of the <b>PRINCESS</b> and she pulled him onto the <b>ROYAL CRUISE</b>. His
CHAIN followed.<br />
The <b>PRINCE & PRINCESS</b> celebrated their togetherness as they both Exchanged
Rings to seal their Union. It was a great sight as the Stars above Twinkled
& The waves swayed to the wind.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM4TSUGQWowVhRFZsBptI4MUcjnDB98z-tn6n5cqqXNMqr0UY9txit1hNf8F2ylYlCIcA-kpk85d1YD-eEodkn18whU-T23PSHQEuonw644Qh3SJhwH2toIj_djzIcWeuLjn1NoT9AvNA/s232/download+%25281%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="217" data-original-width="232" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM4TSUGQWowVhRFZsBptI4MUcjnDB98z-tn6n5cqqXNMqr0UY9txit1hNf8F2ylYlCIcA-kpk85d1YD-eEodkn18whU-T23PSHQEuonw644Qh3SJhwH2toIj_djzIcWeuLjn1NoT9AvNA/s0/download+%25281%2529.jpg" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /><b>
MERMAID</b> who was watching all this, realized Her <b>BRUISED BODY </b>might heal very
soon but Her <b>BROKEN HEART</b> won't..<br /><b>
The PRINCE</b> turned around to wave <b>His MERMAID </b>one last <b>GOOD BYE.</b><br />
<br /><b> MERMAID</b> slowly gathered all her strength and started moving towards the waves. <br /><b>
MERMAID</b> wanted to be all alone in her home, deep down somewhere in the <b>OCEAN</b>
where no one can ever reach her again. <b>THE OCEAN – HER HOME</b> was calling her. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><b>She waved at The PRINCE with a beautiful smile
on her face & wished them a wonderful journey.</b></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyM5rDOR-qpDsboLAOJFVTevcqp6K_6Tzmo1g-uBAX0W72wMfk0EOAGeEkYJGiF40a_Xmz9e9NwsdZAbiK8laQAgJjkBX-JgrZCZUEhbqXY9CDy-e7TGxbCTCp2G9LrIyw1llhyphenhyphenXzClZI/s284/images+%25281%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="177" data-original-width="284" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyM5rDOR-qpDsboLAOJFVTevcqp6K_6Tzmo1g-uBAX0W72wMfk0EOAGeEkYJGiF40a_Xmz9e9NwsdZAbiK8laQAgJjkBX-JgrZCZUEhbqXY9CDy-e7TGxbCTCp2G9LrIyw1llhyphenhyphenXzClZI/s0/images+%25281%2529.jpg" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b> For one last time, she looked up at the sky .<br />The <b>MOON </b>who shone so Brightly on
her till now was no where to be found. <br />The <b>DARK CLOUDS </b>covered him completely. <br /><b>
MERMAID smiled at her own fate</b>. Just before she dived into that DEEP OCEAN, she
saw her reflection in the water. <br />
She promised to herself <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“<b>I SHALL HEAL
MYSELF & COME BACK MORE POWERFUL.”</b><br />
With that Promise, she dived and left the Shore.<br /><br /><br /><o:p></o:p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXrl_WQoTBSLUKFbD7Ieh3j5Cz5nPL7Yq7ticlCqDv-lyodamT6ZpbFeY_GaRqiVWvKHO_XWjaV6O7RPIkz27U2JFujqnduO6Es7mXMcEyutly2t2uT5v19N5K-43cuKAhQ0CrAwfkhXo/s280/images+%25282%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="180" data-original-width="280" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXrl_WQoTBSLUKFbD7Ieh3j5Cz5nPL7Yq7ticlCqDv-lyodamT6ZpbFeY_GaRqiVWvKHO_XWjaV6O7RPIkz27U2JFujqnduO6Es7mXMcEyutly2t2uT5v19N5K-43cuKAhQ0CrAwfkhXo/s0/images+%25282%2529.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: 16px; text-align: left;">The PRINCE who thought the MERMAID left without waving at him, became very angry.</span><span style="font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"> </span><span style="font-size: 16px; text-align: left;">He vowed not to come back for her ever again. He was happy that </span><b style="font-size: 16px; text-align: left;">HE CHOOSE THE PRINCESS</b><span style="font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"> and made a right choice.</span></span></div><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;">ROYAL CRUISE
set off on its JOURNEY with THE PRINCE & PRINCESS. The HAPPY COUPLE were busy
building their own little kingdom of LOVE & LIFE.</span></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9YqmQ28Uzto2X6N7t3PJgHMhJbMSctTUcWe-qsffMABlfo_HaihSz60PqjqpnojtMnUMptW-X9B1XT-iLHObJNOE2OdaukJdQfW5C0oK4FXmMhaT2OOHbdTx-IwYCrqo3l5oAE_wm_MM/s263/images.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="263" data-original-width="191" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9YqmQ28Uzto2X6N7t3PJgHMhJbMSctTUcWe-qsffMABlfo_HaihSz60PqjqpnojtMnUMptW-X9B1XT-iLHObJNOE2OdaukJdQfW5C0oK4FXmMhaT2OOHbdTx-IwYCrqo3l5oAE_wm_MM/s0/images.jpg" /></a></span></div><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><span style="font-family: arial;">
The tides became very calm and The Shore turned Lifeless.<br />
The Moon didn’t want to come out of the clouds<br />
The Stars dim their light……<br /><b>
A BEAUTIFUL LOVE THEY WITNESSED ENDED WITHOUT A TRACE.<br />
THE HAPPY ENDING THEY HOPED FOR BECAME A HEART BREAK.</b><br />
They only want <b>THEIR MERMAID</b> to <b>COME BACK</b> and <b>DANCE ON THE SHORES </b>as she did
before she met The PRINCE.<br />
As a <b>SHOOTING STAR</b> fell, they silently prayed for The <b>MERMAID</b>.<br />
<br />
Somewhere <b>DEEP DOWN IN THE OCEAN</b>, <br /><b>
MERMAID </b>sat there in a <b>STOIC </b>state as all the memories started weighing heavily
on her.<br />
Slowly her <b>HEART BECAME STONE COLD</b>.<br />
And she Built a <b>WALL AROUND HER WITH SOLID ROCKS & SHIP WRECKS</b>.<br /><b>
No one can ever Find her & No one can ever break her anymore.</b><br />
She removed <b>THE BRACELET</b> - their <b>LOVE MEMORY</b> and kept it in a Box. It will remind her never to
trust LOVE.<o:p></o:p></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM7uJPkfSh0N_r91PsE0Dn0AUo5UIHvCdMSzca4GrifJEWpsJa2-h35lquv68YmIDVqGanPiBpxP7cySaXrLuSu-NPjg1I69kp5HsJr_jO7fIqgYcmffWbimhe5a1YuGmFm71ZzzHC59Q/s1280/WhatsApp+Image+2021-01-03+at+00.58.26.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="1175" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM7uJPkfSh0N_r91PsE0Dn0AUo5UIHvCdMSzca4GrifJEWpsJa2-h35lquv68YmIDVqGanPiBpxP7cySaXrLuSu-NPjg1I69kp5HsJr_jO7fIqgYcmffWbimhe5a1YuGmFm71ZzzHC59Q/s320/WhatsApp+Image+2021-01-03+at+00.58.26.jpeg" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /><br /></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>MERMAID will
break her own wall & come out one day</b>. <br />
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Until then……………<br /><b>MAY BE WE SHOULD LEAVE HER ALONE TO HEAL HERSELF<br />MAY BE THE PRINCE WILL REGRET HIS DECISION & WILL COME BACK IN SEARCH OF HER<br />MAY BE SHE WILL FORGET THE PRINCE & WILL NEVER VISIT THE SHORE<br />Or<br />MAY BE SHE WILL BE STRONG ENOUGH & RULE THE OCEAN .<br /></b><br />The story just began.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
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<!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></p>brokenwingsflythefarthesthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16119243391431242346noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196246821374311319.post-21602677531144435892020-12-28T11:21:00.000-08:002020-12-28T11:21:28.989-08:00JOURNEY OF A WOMAN WHO IS STRONG , INDEPENDENT, SELF SUFFICIENT,JUST TURNED 36 & IS SINGLE<p> <span style="font-family: verdana;"> As I sit to write this , the clock shows 10.51 pm 28.12.2020. In another Hour , I will turn 36 and lots of emotions are running crazily in my heart and mind right now. Minutes before I sat to write "<b>I WAS STARING AT MYSELF IN THE MIRROR AS THOSE TEARS STARTED ROLLING DOWN FROM EYES</b>." I let them flow for a while and finally wiped them off when I thought of writing.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Is it the <b>FULL MOON</b> or Is it the Age that's making me go all emotional? May be its <b>THE BROKEN HEART SYNDROME</b>. Or it can be the turmoil my soul went through.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEije-SnGTRB5ttqUgRk0DK7l0qB4Y8pFsmnMCQL7wh-33zK6dd6pfDCkpP6isV0XpjWcxjcNPiFZm-LZgYFTHGeEWeDLcas4z_LQQcl4yX3PSU0wJSAMnkZKvfo9aZW02ihAjQjczjkDqc/s1280/WhatsApp+Image+2020-12-29+at+00.37.30.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="960" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEije-SnGTRB5ttqUgRk0DK7l0qB4Y8pFsmnMCQL7wh-33zK6dd6pfDCkpP6isV0XpjWcxjcNPiFZm-LZgYFTHGeEWeDLcas4z_LQQcl4yX3PSU0wJSAMnkZKvfo9aZW02ihAjQjczjkDqc/s320/WhatsApp+Image+2020-12-29+at+00.37.30.jpeg" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Since my childhood, my birthday is always a silent one as it comes during Christmas holidays. So i always made sure to make more noise on my day. That fact didn't change even now. A day before my birthday I get hyper and enjoy the birthday vibes. Today its Different though. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> A slow motion of my 35 years of life is running in front of my eyes in 75 mm. One hell of a ride it is. And undoubtedly "<b>ONE HELL OF A WOMAN I AM". </b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> At this age of 35, a woman's life is complete when she has a family (well that's a society version). Her life is settled once she gets married and has kids. I believed that concept too. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> For 25yrs, it was a pretty smooth run. A wonderful bed of roses laid for me by my parents & I danced the way i wanted. Tears were something that I never Knew. And then Just like every other girl gets settled in marriage, it happened to me too. <b>LIFE IS SETTLED</b> was what i thought. Little did I know <b>MY LIFE WAS ABOUT TO BEGIN</b>. <br /><b>A PRECIOUS DAUGHTER OF 25 yrs SUDDENLY TURNED INTO A SLAVE TO SOMEONE Else FAMILY. </b></span><b><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">A TREASURED SISTER BECAME A PUNCHING BAG FOR ANOTHER MAN.</span></b><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Oh, was this the <b>HAPPY WEDDING LIFE</b> that all those 1000+ guests were blessing me on my marriage for?</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">A living hell of 8 months was the "<b>UNTIL DEATH DO US APART</b>" promise on the altar lasted for.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Burns on the skin to Bruises on the Body</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Blood oozing from the Chin to Losing Baby to his Anger</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">He choosing another woman to His Parents supporting his wrongs</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">So this was the <b>SETTLEMENT OF LIFE. </b></span><b><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">UNTIL ONE DAY I CHOOSE TO END IT ALL....ONCE N FOREVER</span></b><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> It wasn't easy again. A battle in court for 6 long years to prove <b>MY CHARACTER</b> before i Sign those <b>DIVORCE PAPERS</b>. 6 yrs of Precious life spent in those narrow court halls where every mans eyes have nothing but lust when I pass through them. All those times I endured the pain under that clenched teeth.<b> JUST TO PROVE MY CHARACTER TO THE WORLD. Finally the day I WAS DECLARED A WINNER & WE SIGNED THOSE PAPERS</b> I realized <b>NO RINGS CAN BIND TWO HEARTS FOREVER. No matter how many promises you make at the altar.</b></span><b><br />CHAPTER CLOSED.</b></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiDHKUtbsDgACzTYSFH3OdjZeW1Is0r_Zrd2nO_RuVXDxuW256CZDhWj-GYxCJ1OAKZr3E4_t-7HfMbQCDY3yCzKDnaGOnv7zlF5cyhk_nvXnOnm_0ouOSMgFskVi1U5vgiCFoW0_Q76I/s541/IMG-20180129-WA0136.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="541" data-original-width="539" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiDHKUtbsDgACzTYSFH3OdjZeW1Is0r_Zrd2nO_RuVXDxuW256CZDhWj-GYxCJ1OAKZr3E4_t-7HfMbQCDY3yCzKDnaGOnv7zlF5cyhk_nvXnOnm_0ouOSMgFskVi1U5vgiCFoW0_Q76I/s320/IMG-20180129-WA0136.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> This journey is what shaped me. It made me realize "<b>EVERY GIRLS DREAM OF HAVING A HAPPY MARRIED LIFE DOESN'T COME TRUE</b>. Its absolutely ok to come out of a <b>BROKEN MARRIAGE ALIVE THAN CHOOSING TO DIE." <br />REAL STRUGGLE STARTED WHEN I HAD TO FACE THE REAL WORLD.</b><br /><b>A SINGLE WOMAN is always treated as A CHANCE</b> . Yeah why not, after all who cares about love.<br /><b>TO SURVIVE IN THIS WORLD OF WOLVES, I TOOK THE HARD WAY .<br />INSTEAD OF HIDING BEHIND MY PARENTS BACK<br />INSTEAD OF SEARCHING FOR ANOTHER MALE SHOULDER TO LEAN ON<br />I BECAME STRONG....STRONG ENOUGH TO SUPPORT MYSELF.<br />INDEPENDENT ENOUGH TO PAY MY OWN BILLS.<br />SELF SUFFICIENT TO TRAVEL THE WORLD.</b></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6IJaWmFyg42c-bg86Fmx1YtX2Fe0o0ft5ynjbJ78LoyBICK79JmOjCH1Kaps36-PlEYLLWsQuWKwJsDyn2L2UsPEsb42xqnvSkTs020b1nGlzoCUSTYrH-UBer_v0a1f6fhAfg7iuXF0/s640/WhatsApp+Image+2020-08-10+at+22.17.28.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="352" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6IJaWmFyg42c-bg86Fmx1YtX2Fe0o0ft5ynjbJ78LoyBICK79JmOjCH1Kaps36-PlEYLLWsQuWKwJsDyn2L2UsPEsb42xqnvSkTs020b1nGlzoCUSTYrH-UBer_v0a1f6fhAfg7iuXF0/s320/WhatsApp+Image+2020-08-10+at+22.17.28.jpeg" width="320" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><br />I SHAPED MYSELF INTO A STRONGEST WOMAN and BUILT A WALL AROUND MY HEART SO THAT NO ONE CAN EVER BREAK ME AGAIN.<br />I EARNED A NAME FOR MYSELF IN THE MALE DOMINATED FIELD.<br />I MADE SURE PEOPLE KNOW ME BY MY WORK and NOT BY MY LOOKS.<br />I WORKED HARD and REACHED A STAGE WHERE WHEN I WALK INTO A ROOM , PEOPLE RECOGNIZE ME FOR MY SPEECHES.</b></span><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlt3fpCIiBlhwD_DRsTG29pmR2nIrI3o6WqJeaSMtPN1g_hP9UlPJMV5phFPiaiFXEzKlqpXxb_vvvKv9_ZtO_XtvfEwv9KOXVxS3Y6SmaGc6IRtqGNPbpAzaGf3stzeuHruhXIQ2iDfI/s1280/WhatsApp+Image+2020-09-10+at+01.23.05.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="853" data-original-width="1280" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlt3fpCIiBlhwD_DRsTG29pmR2nIrI3o6WqJeaSMtPN1g_hP9UlPJMV5phFPiaiFXEzKlqpXxb_vvvKv9_ZtO_XtvfEwv9KOXVxS3Y6SmaGc6IRtqGNPbpAzaGf3stzeuHruhXIQ2iDfI/s320/WhatsApp+Image+2020-09-10+at+01.23.05.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>IT TOOK ME 35yrs OF BLOOD,SWEAT & TEARS to BE THE UNTAMED VERSION.</b><br />Crossed my path with someone who tried to break the wall around my heart but unfortunately it was the wrong timing. Or may be we Didn't want to make it happen.<br />It was never a HAPPY ENDING as <b>I DON'T BELIEVE IN HAPPY ENDINGS.</b><br />Falling in love is easy where as Building a future is difficult I guess. No hard feelings though. Wishing him the best.<br /><br /><b>I BELIEVE IN BUILDING MY OWN SELF<br />I TRUST IN PATTING MY BACK WHEN I AM HAPPY OR SAD<br />I LOVE TO CELEBRATE MY EVERY SUCCESS N EVERY FAILURE<br />I FELL IN LOVE.....<br />I FELL IN LOVE WITH MY OWN SELF.</b><br />For am very proud of the way<b> I ROSE LIKE A PHOENIX FROM THE ASHES OF LIFE. </b></span></p><p> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMiltELXth3I8ldOWdJLbrb6kfpLgvHIdAT4mJxWxGf4EORvhONUlXzEwgIeVZ38tXORY227WxwC5D8hrHDXvgHPHhDt_ZAqvPzkUt_i4RaPe6iayWWNg2FEOn1NHQkbsH1qFEmw08Elc/s1280/WhatsApp+Image+2020-12-27+at+21.27.57.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="960" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMiltELXth3I8ldOWdJLbrb6kfpLgvHIdAT4mJxWxGf4EORvhONUlXzEwgIeVZ38tXORY227WxwC5D8hrHDXvgHPHhDt_ZAqvPzkUt_i4RaPe6iayWWNg2FEOn1NHQkbsH1qFEmw08Elc/s320/WhatsApp+Image+2020-12-27+at+21.27.57.jpeg" /></a></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Now my Birthday is not silent anymore. </span><b style="font-family: verdana;">FOR THERE ARE MANY LOVED ONES WHO ARE CELEBRATING MY DAY.</b></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Am writing this today , as i want people to <b>CELEBRATE MY LIFE TOO.<br />LIFE IS NEVER EASY. BUT WHO CARES WHEN I AM STRONG.<br /><br />IT TOOK ME 35 yrs to REALIZE THAT MY LIFE IS WORTH CELEBRATING, NOT JUST MY BIRTH.</b><br /><b>FROM A WORTHLESS PERSON TO MY EX<br />TO BUILDING MY OWN BUSINESS .... MY LIFE IS WHAT I MADE IT TO BE.<br /><br />A HUMBLE YET PROUD 35yrs old SINGLE,STRONG,INDEPENDENT & SELF SUFFICIENT WOMAN I AM.<br /><br />CHEERS TO LIFE.</b></span></p>brokenwingsflythefarthesthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16119243391431242346noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196246821374311319.post-36484411158167669522020-12-01T21:01:00.002-08:002020-12-01T21:01:33.533-08:00MERMAID, THE PRINCE & MERMAIDS SECRET WISH<p> <span style="font-family: verdana;"> The <b>PRINCE</b> loved The<b> MERMAID</b>. But he understood that The <b>CHAIN</b> was calm when he held the <b>PRINCESS</b> hand.<br /><br /> The<b> PRINCESS</b> was <b>SMITTEN</b> by the <b>PRINCE. </b><br />She understood the <b>PRINCE</b> heart but she held his Hand Tight.<br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> The<b> MERMAID</b> was watching from Afar. She knew the <b>PRINCE</b> has to make a <b>CHOICE</b>. She silently <b>HOPED & PRAYED</b> for his happiness in whatever choice he makes.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> The Tides became Favourable for the Journey & The<b> ROYAL CRUISE</b> started adjusting its <b>SAILS</b> for <b>DEPARTURE.</b></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK9X-EamzmwbPw02tdB7VtlI9R6QY4RBfhyphenhyphen-vXRvfBax0WN-6r65g0QVn4jWETMj0pqah-nL_kvG4v9CoW-VWyIJ_6t375Kk73HQFm-JBVDJELBkcHB9ma72_X67C2ChRru2zSl7MrRHg/s1365/8e0cf3126d51feff00c0e52eaf2031b2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="1024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK9X-EamzmwbPw02tdB7VtlI9R6QY4RBfhyphenhyphen-vXRvfBax0WN-6r65g0QVn4jWETMj0pqah-nL_kvG4v9CoW-VWyIJ_6t375Kk73HQFm-JBVDJELBkcHB9ma72_X67C2ChRru2zSl7MrRHg/s320/8e0cf3126d51feff00c0e52eaf2031b2.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p> <span style="font-family: verdana;"> The <b>PRINCE</b> looked at the<b> MERMAID</b>. Her eyes were so powerful. He could listen to her <b>VOICE</b> through them.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">"<b>JUST ONE DAY ...... JUST ONE CHANCE.<br />IF WE CAN HOLD HANDS AGAIN<br />IF WE CAN HUG EACH OTHER AGAIN<br />IF WE CAN SWIM TOGETHER AGAIN<br />IF WE CAN SPEND TIME AGAIN..</b>.......</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkwOsupeobRG9IbNoOPWLSq6XqpzGQ_K1li2lArtqNINGjNhRkNTwKo3mKmbKHkKP3h6oW144DbSPTLRTcXMWFNghK1KUwdn-WjSIdl8T0QcZD3ERvEPp5HdWtuahrDRcRFPZv4sNDJ-U/s720/ab6cc9add530199d84e3f124194bb8ea.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="501" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkwOsupeobRG9IbNoOPWLSq6XqpzGQ_K1li2lArtqNINGjNhRkNTwKo3mKmbKHkKP3h6oW144DbSPTLRTcXMWFNghK1KUwdn-WjSIdl8T0QcZD3ERvEPp5HdWtuahrDRcRFPZv4sNDJ-U/s320/ab6cc9add530199d84e3f124194bb8ea.jpg" /></a></div><p><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">FOR JUST ONE DAY ..... IF YOU CAN CHOOSE ME</span></b></p><p><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">FOR ONE LAST TIME ... IF YOU CAN GIVE ME YOUR TIME...</span></b></p><p><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">MAY BE WE WILL BE US !!!<br /></span></b></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>"JUST ONE LAST CHANCE "</b> - Her words were so<b> LOUD & CLEAR</b> to him in that <b>SILENT NIGHT.</b> </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Suddenly The <b>PRINCESS</b> whispered to the <b>PRINCE "GET ON THE CRUISE HOLDING MY HAND. YOU CAN STILL LOOK AT THE MERMAID ALL YOU WANT."</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">The <b>PRINCE </b>heard both of them. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">And Now it will be <b>HIS CHOICE</b>.</span></p>brokenwingsflythefarthesthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16119243391431242346noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196246821374311319.post-75782343808616343472020-11-27T22:36:00.002-08:002020-11-27T22:36:25.893-08:00MERMAID, THE PRINCE & THE LAST HUG<p> While the PRINCE saw the PRINCESS approach him & was busy looking at her, THE MERMAID felt all alone on the Shore.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg826G23GMauEScu4w1U57-dBv1qkvVC3CcCDAr-hkgOEHpHQ5pyfZQcZ6IkW7q4TFlnXsZ9RgedKDAA940ftvfeSAvACDi6jsGaj0TRcta1xjqYt4LpprocR8P83bUElQw8C7C8QCfXJk/s669/47e7be726e10b6ded2bd1aee9b5f1f4e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="669" data-original-width="500" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg826G23GMauEScu4w1U57-dBv1qkvVC3CcCDAr-hkgOEHpHQ5pyfZQcZ6IkW7q4TFlnXsZ9RgedKDAA940ftvfeSAvACDi6jsGaj0TRcta1xjqYt4LpprocR8P83bUElQw8C7C8QCfXJk/s320/47e7be726e10b6ded2bd1aee9b5f1f4e.jpg" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p>Under that Dark Sky , Their eyes twinkled....... Differently</p><p>The eyes of PRINCE TWINKLED with HOPE.</p><p>The PRINCESS eyes SPARKLED with LOVE &</p><p>The MERMAIDS eyes FLICKERED with tears. </p><p> As The PRINCESS held her hand out for the Prince, The tides around him became Calm & The Chain became less heavy.<br />So he for a moment wanted that peace.<br />He held his hand to take the Princess.<br />AND THE BEADED BRACELET FELL OFF.<br />The PRINCE saw it too, but he felt the bracelet might grow heavy on him just like the Chain.<br />SO HE LET IT GO.</p><p> MERMAID who was watching all this from the shore, immediately jumped into the water & found the BRACELET. PRINCESS SAW ALL THIS, yet she loved the PRINCE so much to leave him. <br />The Confused PRINCE couldn't decide whom to choose. He was just happy that the HEAVY CHAIN didn't bother him when he was with the PRINCESS.</p><p> The MERMAID who looked into his EYES & READ HIS HEART asked him for "ONE LAST HUG."<br />Reluctantly, The PRINCE HUGGED HER.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF3hFvWD5c1gwMQ_ibCCA-C6dEAF7uoOBAZY-B0HYfzSQ0uWJAPq8wYHQcGNXaI54hNw-CT7UJe9HPeuDLCxzElsEuc6ikrE6FitA-4_pe0TaXYu3qNPWQXWYSjms1GmcbKbkIzdbL2KE/s1065/0041d7d2b4d3fc0acf72e32cf1b1e39b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1065" data-original-width="751" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF3hFvWD5c1gwMQ_ibCCA-C6dEAF7uoOBAZY-B0HYfzSQ0uWJAPq8wYHQcGNXaI54hNw-CT7UJe9HPeuDLCxzElsEuc6ikrE6FitA-4_pe0TaXYu3qNPWQXWYSjms1GmcbKbkIzdbL2KE/s320/0041d7d2b4d3fc0acf72e32cf1b1e39b.jpg" /></a></div><p>With her MERMAID POWERS, in that hug MERMAID EXCHANGED HER SOUL WITH THE PRINCE & WRAPPED THE BRACELET AGAIN ON HIM.<br />As the PRINCESS WATCHED, the MERMAID kissed the PRINCE on his FOREHEAD & BID HIM GOOD BYE.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAEhYtDXWbhzgm6VFXkzRRAHcdaKqanYhOKK5-EGyy40d5n3GCffVOlxjHM39Cd2-6EDg8R-RFvF2lV-1_7thL426pR_q_LvbZZ9JoMesZuTp7ECqG21OIDTKwTx96Q9cVVefF0FiKBDM/s450/Shim_Chung_and_Heo_Joon_Jae.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="450" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAEhYtDXWbhzgm6VFXkzRRAHcdaKqanYhOKK5-EGyy40d5n3GCffVOlxjHM39Cd2-6EDg8R-RFvF2lV-1_7thL426pR_q_LvbZZ9JoMesZuTp7ECqG21OIDTKwTx96Q9cVVefF0FiKBDM/s320/Shim_Chung_and_Heo_Joon_Jae.png" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"> THE SOUL EXCHANGE MADE THE MERMAID GIVE ALL HER HAPPINESS TO THE PRINCE & SHE TOOK ALL HIS SADNESS & LONELINESS WITH HER.</span></div><p>.</p><p>.</p><p>.</p><p>.</p><p>FULL MOON STARTED WEARING OFF !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</p><p><br /></p><p>P.S:- All image credits to Anime & image owners.</p>brokenwingsflythefarthesthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16119243391431242346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196246821374311319.post-36237731639522098212020-11-24T07:14:00.000-08:002020-11-24T07:14:10.837-08:00MERMAID , THE PRINCE & ONE LAST CHANCE<p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> It was a <b>FULL MOON NIGHT</b>. The tides were High & <b>PRINCE</b> was Restless.<br />He then realized the <b>MERMAID</b> was not with him to calm the misery.<br />He saw the <b>MERMAID</b> nursing her wounds. <b>PRINCE</b> wanted to fix her heart. So he waved at her & asked her for<b> ONE LAST CHANCE</b>. </span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd1r-girlJPNygg6t3vJ7J1oyG5VjSWrSpgXsMS5SUwFdisZNmhLDd7dZhALfUYghJhqXJsn2QA7O7pdwn4mYMrqCnj54I7fJ6wW0VO6YTEeluEotC8lJpifdcCqrlY_81wT_SEMTCINA/s728/mermaid-fairy-tales-fantasy-sea-preview.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="486" data-original-width="728" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd1r-girlJPNygg6t3vJ7J1oyG5VjSWrSpgXsMS5SUwFdisZNmhLDd7dZhALfUYghJhqXJsn2QA7O7pdwn4mYMrqCnj54I7fJ6wW0VO6YTEeluEotC8lJpifdcCqrlY_81wT_SEMTCINA/s320/mermaid-fairy-tales-fantasy-sea-preview.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /> He knew she was his <b>STRENGTH</b>. He wanted to break the <b>CHAIN</b> on his own.<br /><b>ALL HE ASKED HER WAS TO STAND NEXT TO HIM.<br />MERMAID who couldn't support him first, decided to be with him in this STRUGGLE.</b></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>SHE SWAM BACK TO HIS OCEAN OF MISERIES.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>ONE LAST CHANCE FOR BOTH OF THEM.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> As she came near, <b>THE PRINCE TRIED HUGGING THE MERMAID</b>. <br />But,High tides & His Chain couldn't let him near her.<br />The<b> PRINCE</b> tried, tried & tried. <br /><b>MERMAID</b> calmed the tides using her powers but the<b> CHAIN</b> didn't fall off.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZKt7XV6HLtb_1qrXHq0VIqsAQ1yx6YEGa7uFbTOKk_ZCNaEsstSsjrZxrBVKS-Hkhr2BH4AJpPSI9PS0X9CLL-ZS2g1cOCHESOqwMiJ7a5EZ2y-YPDGGzDqxLtxZNSJPG1igHNogaC24/s888/0977221fa07bc984895bdde77b67d688.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="684" data-original-width="888" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZKt7XV6HLtb_1qrXHq0VIqsAQ1yx6YEGa7uFbTOKk_ZCNaEsstSsjrZxrBVKS-Hkhr2BH4AJpPSI9PS0X9CLL-ZS2g1cOCHESOqwMiJ7a5EZ2y-YPDGGzDqxLtxZNSJPG1igHNogaC24/s320/0977221fa07bc984895bdde77b67d688.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> The helpless <b>PRINCE</b> gave up the fight & pushed the <b>MERMAID</b> away. He knew staying there will drown both of them.<br /><b> THE PRINCE WANTED TO SAVE THE MERMAID</b>.<br /><br /> History says, <b>MERMAIDS TEARS TURN INTO PEARLS.<br />THE MERMAID CRIED ALL HER HEART OUT & WITH THE TEARS THAT TURNED INTO PEARLS ......<br />She BEADED A BRACELET & WRAPPED ON HIS WRIST</b>. <b>She wore one too</b>.<br />Thats <b><u>a reminder of WHAT THEY FOUGHT FOR.</u></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b></b></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXW846I8sMSUReXD8gxfVeG9paFCY7_0r7eLX2nfD9VhKRnVWgJPQ3kM2OTmovUapUmqHpIkBsjxsYP4XNpS7x16L23nRYS6ri1X9r7-QVKBmlM27auyAakyE2ugDaibOUACD_vtEMs7I/s1280/WhatsApp+Image+2020-11-24+at+20.26.04.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="1240" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXW846I8sMSUReXD8gxfVeG9paFCY7_0r7eLX2nfD9VhKRnVWgJPQ3kM2OTmovUapUmqHpIkBsjxsYP4XNpS7x16L23nRYS6ri1X9r7-QVKBmlM27auyAakyE2ugDaibOUACD_vtEMs7I/s320/WhatsApp+Image+2020-11-24+at+20.26.04.jpeg" /></a></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /><b>PRINCE PUSHED HER OFF WITH FORCE & MERMAID LEFT HIM WITH A SMILE.<br /><br />FULL MOON WILL WEAR OFF SOON....TILL THEN SHE WILL WAIT BY THE SHORE.</b></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Meanwhile from far away,<br />A ROYAL CRUISE STARTED COMING TOWARDS THE PRINCE &<br />A PRINCESS HELD HER HAND OUT.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4AmQST-pmAjNy13zPDVZdTSNXlaaM2k9KlMVJokwcqc5V1Ydr-SzIoNHY48J467VH3-nw76cSBwtrX_wNWJ256rzw20pOaeEDWV4pHgkTSpTZoBtYDexCF0NcN3jGAIVhehf7kG6_fEs/s798/b5f2a93bcd5dcf4f45b325675385be2d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="798" data-original-width="543" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4AmQST-pmAjNy13zPDVZdTSNXlaaM2k9KlMVJokwcqc5V1Ydr-SzIoNHY48J467VH3-nw76cSBwtrX_wNWJ256rzw20pOaeEDWV4pHgkTSpTZoBtYDexCF0NcN3jGAIVhehf7kG6_fEs/s320/b5f2a93bcd5dcf4f45b325675385be2d.jpg" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /><b><br /></b></span><p></p>brokenwingsflythefarthesthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16119243391431242346noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196246821374311319.post-58092386617746630232020-11-19T08:03:00.000-08:002020-11-19T08:03:02.108-08:00 MERMAID & THE PRINCE - 1<p> <b> </b> <span style="font-family: verdana;"> As The Night became Dark & the Sky turned black , <b>A MERMAID</b> Is washed off the shore by the strong waves. <b>The MERMAID</b> Is <b>LONELY, LOST and IN HER OWN LITTLE WORLD</b> wondering why her world was so Dark. She sat on a ROCK on the SHORE trying to find answers but she knew that " <b>SHE DOESN'T FEAR THE DEPTHS BUT HAS A GREAT FEAR OF SHALLOW LIVING</b>." Because She is a MERMAID.</span></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtCluY-VlJ4x9lhLH2j67V7bEgo4IzM_2ULilEkjU_Fze6w9FWJNNvPuFrqD0Mesu4Cg9z5lU90R_rHBqBZd_D9vcYmMBBTfAE3hhzsTUP6uzyrrkemvH3BAQ9IffrSQEIGmGG5KZSEOE/s876/Mermaiddiamondpainting_702x.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="876" data-original-width="702" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtCluY-VlJ4x9lhLH2j67V7bEgo4IzM_2ULilEkjU_Fze6w9FWJNNvPuFrqD0Mesu4Cg9z5lU90R_rHBqBZd_D9vcYmMBBTfAE3hhzsTUP6uzyrrkemvH3BAQ9IffrSQEIGmGG5KZSEOE/s320/Mermaiddiamondpainting_702x.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> As she is Lost in her thoughts, from far away she heard loud screams for help. She Saw<b> A PRINCE</b> drowning in his own <b>ocean of miseries</b>. He is frantically struggling to swim & dare the waves to breathe. His Scream for help made the MERMAID jump into his OCEAN immediately.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUmdi-z68RWRP56KTy08ZYGydfc28_oDZqVOO196UwnsB4OImQpFW9hJNtRgZw7Ctj9lt5C1viqjqWo_chdQk6IykGTIBqcAP6XLM6PCkNL4e-E3bRVeETM-BpJWS3318JbWULXKM-aaA/s320/e6f6bdb4cf06bfa7fa77dac3defb1f33.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUmdi-z68RWRP56KTy08ZYGydfc28_oDZqVOO196UwnsB4OImQpFW9hJNtRgZw7Ctj9lt5C1viqjqWo_chdQk6IykGTIBqcAP6XLM6PCkNL4e-E3bRVeETM-BpJWS3318JbWULXKM-aaA/s0/e6f6bdb4cf06bfa7fa77dac3defb1f33.jpg" /></a></div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> With tears in his eyes,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>THE PRINCE hugged the MERMAID so tight</b> and held her hand. He desperately wanted a<b> SAVIOUR</b>. She calmed him down and started swimming with him in his OCEAN to tell him that he is not ALONE. </span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">No matter how much they tried, they couldn't move an inch. Then she saw, THE <b>PRINCE was chained with his emotions</b>. THE CHAINS are so deep rooted & rusted that they are so heavy for the mermaid too. </span><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja4vRHGPRWXzv1sKKn7hwe0tsv9dz7TuopOMbczGWk4kb0uYouWK6nZlYpAhABqoTJECrzV7anHysZCxmDsUtwEGwnd6MM2bfU-QpJrYudV5Usk731soGVTRp_4RTlZ3DYfnI2bUyyDGI/s570/58c93f6c8e07e3490ab92198c9b783f7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="570" data-original-width="570" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja4vRHGPRWXzv1sKKn7hwe0tsv9dz7TuopOMbczGWk4kb0uYouWK6nZlYpAhABqoTJECrzV7anHysZCxmDsUtwEGwnd6MM2bfU-QpJrYudV5Usk731soGVTRp_4RTlZ3DYfnI2bUyyDGI/s320/58c93f6c8e07e3490ab92198c9b783f7.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>THE MERMAID</b> tried, tried & tried to cut the shackles. But <b>THE PRINCE</b> is afraid that the CHAIN might get hurt. He d</span><span style="font-family: verdana;">idn't notice that MERMAIDS body is full of bruises & Her heart is bleeding. He is busy checking the CHAIN that is holding him as a HOSTAGE. <b>THE MERMAID</b> couldn't drown with him as she has to save him again if he wants. So she silently swam back to the shore.<br /><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>THE PRINCE</b> still didn't notice she left.<br /><b>THE MERMAID</b> still didn't leave the Shore.<br /><b>ALAS......<br />If THE PRINCE needs RESCUE<br />THE MERMAID will be his SAVIOUR again.<br />Till then ,<br />MERMAID will watch over him from afar so that THE PRINCE won't be lonely.</b></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />brokenwingsflythefarthesthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16119243391431242346noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196246821374311319.post-2313726990441576352019-08-05T07:59:00.001-07:002019-08-05T07:59:41.881-07:00FAREWELL MY SUMMER LOVE <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">It all Started during Summer, years back. It was a normal Sunny Day where light Drizzling made it a Dreamy Scene. Little did I know that Day would later throw gloomy shade on my better days.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">When I got Your Msg That day I was more than Happy.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Who wouldn't be? I knew you for a Year but that was going to be the First time we meet. I still remember every little detail of our meet.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">A full moon Night that was.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">You looked so Handsome in A White Shirt and Blue Denim Jeans. Your smile was a killer. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Your eyes sparkled with shine as u saw me.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Your smile was so pure.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">The Hug you Gave me was full of warmth and love.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">The entire combination felt so Filmy yet Real. Is there a Girl who never dreamt of this to happen?? I doubt.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">There you sat next to me and were so full of life. You kept on Talking and caressing my hair.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Oh yeah, the countless selfies you took and giggled at every pic with pride.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">You held my hands in yours and never let them go even when I had to answer my phone.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Sitting on Grass by the LAKE SIDE and admiring THE FULL MOON, sharing those SWEET NOTHINGS what a Moment it was. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">When those gorgeous girls around us were stealing glances at you, I wondered how your focus was only on me and never bothered to even look at them.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">YOU MADE ME FEEL AS IF I AM YOUR QUEEN.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">When the time came for me to leave, your eyes were so shaken that you took all the pain to travel 2 hours to drop me at my place.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">THIS WAS NOTHING LESS THAN A DREAM DATE FOR ANY GIRL.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">That hug you gave when you left,I still remember how you struggled to let me go.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I was so moved by this total meet that by the time You left I realized YOU ARE MY MOON.The Moon that brightened a SUMMER NIGHT.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">THAT SUMMER DAY and DATE WERE ETCHED ON MY HEART SO DEEPLY.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif; text-align: left;">Little did I know the following days would be no less than Hell for me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Hours Turned into Days and Days into months..I kept on waiting for your Msg, your reply, Your call.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">You were no where to be found.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Your Watsapp Showed You Online But all my Msgs stayed unopened for days.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Your FB was full of pics of Your Happy smiles But I wasn't one of them.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I wondered what happened suddenly that THE MAN WHO ROCKED MY WORLD WITH HIS LOVE DIDN'T EVEN CARE TO LOOK BACK AT ME.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I started feeling so Insecure and Inferior. I felt may be I did a Mistake to offend you. I thought may be I wasn't good enough for you.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">To suppress these painful thoughts from piercing my already broken Heart...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">To stop myself from waiting endlessly for ur Msg..</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">To keep myself away from Depression..</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">The only solace was A SLEEPING PILL A DAY.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">How unfortunate even in my DREAMS You appeared out of no where. EVERYTIME I LOOKED AT THE MOON, I FELT SOMETHING PIERCE MY HEART.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Weeks turned into months and Then You Appeared Suddenly one day As if nothing Happened. As if all the pain I felt was a bad nightmare. When you said YOU WERE BUSY WITH WORK all this while I thought may be I was mistaken and nothing changed. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Finally when we met This time, its different.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I was the one so eager to see you,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">To click pics with you,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">To go out with you,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">To spend time with you,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">To have lunch with you, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">To speak a lot with you...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">In all this process , I found out you were the least interested.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">The Spark in your eyes flashed only when you were checking Your Phone.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Sitting next to a Person doesn't definitely indicate being with that person. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Yeah, you were next to me But way out of my Reach.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">When you said You have someone else in Your Life,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I saw you off with a smile on my face that night.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">THAT MOMENT I KNEW IT WAS A FAREWELL TO U.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Our beginning was Beautiful but that doesn't guarantee our end has to be Beautiful too...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">All the years of pain my heart went through, I wanted to compensate it by spending some time with you. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">But sorry to say this, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">YOU WERE NOT WORTH IT.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">The Question will always remain for me "Did You Really Deserve My Heart even for a Second?"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">THE MOON THAT I ADORE FROM AFAR, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">THE MOON THAT MADE ME FALL IN LOVE,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">THE MOON THAT GAVE ME BEAUTIFUL MEMORIES...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">IS BUSY SHINING ON SOMEONE ELSE.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Shine to ur brightest My Summer Love As YOU TOOK AWAY MY SMILE and That's What making You Shine.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">You came to my life just Like a BRIGHT SUMMER LOVE but you ended up BURNING MY HEART. No relation should be forced. WHAT FLOWS FLOWS, WHAT CRASHES CRASHES. The Moon Still reminds me of YOU, of US. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Tonight as I sit alone and Stare at the Sky,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">THE MOON IS SHINING BRIGHT and </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">STARS SPARKLING WITH THEIR MIGHT.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I FELL IN LOVE ALL OVER ONCE AGAIN. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">THIS TIME WITH MYSELF.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">And Tonight I tell you My Dear, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">YOU WERE ONCE MY MOON but YOU FADED TOO SOON.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Yet with all the Memories you gave me, I take a leave from you as I Turn My Back on You. Shine on whom you choose to. That's the Gift I give you. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Thank you for making me realize that Every Dream bears Some Weight, every love leaves some pain.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">FAREWELL MY SUMMER LOVE. 💝⚘</span></div>
brokenwingsflythefarthesthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16119243391431242346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196246821374311319.post-50564662203036873642019-04-26T10:20:00.001-07:002019-04-26T10:20:09.402-07:00The Cost of A RUMOUR - A LIFE<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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This is my Personal Experience I went through recently. Am
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I always believe in One Saying ...<br /><b><i>
"PAY HEED TO HOW PEOPLE ARE TALKING ABOUT OTHERS TO YOU.. WHEN THEY ARE
NOT AROUND. <br />
BECAUSE THAT EXACTLY IS HOW THEY ARE TALKING ABOUT YOU TO OTHERS.</i></b>"</div>
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There is a Man (will call him <b>A)</b> I came across with a few years back.<br />Every once in a while we used to communicate (now we don't), and what took me by surprise was the way he spoke about others. Not even once did I hear him talking good about at least One person.<br />Neither about People working With him (who are in equal position) Nor about People Working for him. He did <b>CHARACTER ASSASSINATION</b> of <b>MEN</b> and <b>WOMAN</b> equally.<br />I always wondered <b>WHAT HE MIGHT BE TALKING ABOUT ME</b>.</div>
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There was a Meeting that happened recently where I was invited as a GUEST and I
went. <br />A <b>Gentleman</b> seated next to me was <b>talking so Politely and Pleasantly with me</b>. <br />
The organiser of the Event came and introduced me to Him. <br />I suddenly sensed <b>CHANGE OF EMOTIONS on his face after he heard my name</b>. <br />
The politeness on his face vanished and He gave that<b> Sarcastic Grin</b>. <br />And the conversation that followed was an absolute <b><i>GAMECHANGER</i></b>. <br />
Here how it went.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Shall call him <b>S </b>and
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<b>S</b>:- What's your name? I didn't get you.<br /><b>P</b>:- Priyalini Sarkar<br /><b>S</b>:- Oh, So you are Priyalini Sarkar (and then his sarcastic Grin)<br /><b>P</b>:- Yes I am. Do you Know me Sir?<br /><b>S</b>:- I heard a lot about you. Finally, I met you. But you Don't seem like the person I heard of.<br /><b>P</b>:- You heard about me !! That's cool.<br /><b>S</b>:- Mr A told me about you quite often. That's how I know you(That grin again).<br /> (Then I exactly understood why his behaviour suddenly changed towards me.<br /> Mr A the wonderful person who does Character assassination finally reached me).<br /><b>S</b>:- Everyone have their flaws. You do not seem like that but still it's ok. You can call me anytime.<br /> (He pushed his Card forward).<br /><br />I smiled and looked at the other side.<br /></div>
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S</b>:- Your attitude is more than what I imagined. You are not asking what I heard
about you,<br /> or you are replying me. <br />
<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Whats your problem? I am the one who
should show this behaviour to you. <br /> What Mr.<b>A</b> told about you is true I guess.<br />
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Then I turned towards him and said:- <br />
"<b><i>The moment I noticed that Sarcastic Grin on Your face and when you said
Mr.A spoke about me, That is the moment I know you will look down on me.<br />
Why should I Bother what You heard about me When I know from whom you heard.
<br />But what's so funny is that <br />YOU FORMED AN OPINION BASED ON SOMEONE's WORDS
INSTEAD OF USING YOUR BRAIN.<br />
So there is no point trying to prove You wrong. Moreover, I do not want to
Explain me to everyone. Simple</i></b>".<br />
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After 2 mins of stunning Silence, he said,<br /><b>
S</b>:- "But until you justify yourself, people can't change their opinions. Right?"<br /><b>
P</b>:- Why should I even Justify? It's you who formed an opinion. You judged.<br />
<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If I keep on reacting to every rumour I hear
about me, then I will have no time to live.<br /><b>
S</b>:- <b>I AM VERY SORRY</b>. I Feel ashamed of my Behaviour. <br />
<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Mr.A being in that high position
when he speaks about someone, others tend to believe it. <br /> So I did. My
Apologies.<br />
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With a Smile I replied, <br />
"<b>EVERY RUMOUR YOU HEAR ABOUT A WOMAN,<br /> IS SPREAD EITHER BY A MAN WHO CANNOT HAVE HER...<br />
OR BY A WOMAN WHO CANNOT COMPETE WITH HER." <br />
How I am with People depends on my experience I had with them personally. <br />
Not Every One Gets The Same Version Of ME. One Person may tell you I am a
Beautiful Soul And another One Am<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A Cold
Hearted Baddie.<br />
Believe them both.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I ACT accordingly.<br />
So Unless YOU KNOW A PERSON PERSONALLY, DO NOT FORM AN OPINION ON OTHERS WORDS.
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Who knows YOU MIGHT LOSE A WONDERFUL PERSON."</b>
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He sat there spellbound for a few minutes and then said, <br /><b>" I AM SORRY. I
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On a Daily basis, we come across people who already have a pre-formed opinion
about us,<br />Just through the words of someone else. But How far they are true no
one cares.<br /><b><i>
The Same Sun That Melts The Butter Hardens the Clay.<br />
MAKE RELATIONS or BREAK RELATIONS based ON YOUR OWN EXPERIENCES WITH THE
PERSON.<br />
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brokenwingsflythefarthesthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16119243391431242346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196246821374311319.post-38848913815328266102019-03-30T04:04:00.003-07:002019-03-30T04:04:28.546-07:00FOREVER IS A MYTH<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> I , ......., take thee ....... to be my lawfully wedded husband/wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, <b>for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish</b> </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> This is the Main and basic vow we pledge at our wedding. "<b><u>Till death do us Part"</u> this line I engraved it on my heart the moment I recited it</b>. Shining Bright in my Bridal Attire, A mild tension that's sweeping my mind, holding his Hand at the Precious Altar, taking vows in front of all those guests...Wow what a moment of Life it is To any girl. Yes even in this millennial century, there are Girls who treat marriage as a Precious event of their life.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> Exchanging Rings at the ceremony, A sense of Pride Hit me. "<b>We are destined to be together forever and this Ring is the witness of this moment. I shall take this ring to my grave</b>," were the thoughts I had the moment he took my hand and put the ring on my ring finger. What a bliss it was. Calling someone our very own for the rest of our lives. We are One forever declared the legal marriage certificate and so blessed everyone. Our Journey of Togetherness began.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> Years passed on, and our forever lasted for less than a Year. When I was about to sign those DIVORCE PAPERS (those legal papers that certify we are separated) that vow strikes me again, I looked at him for one last time. That blank stare from him told me that there is nothing left to be said or to be done. Signing those papers <b>I gifted him Divorce and gifted myself Freedom</b>.</span></div>
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brokenwingsflythefarthesthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16119243391431242346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196246821374311319.post-61413777525480120132019-01-06T09:48:00.000-08:002019-01-06T09:48:39.389-08:00 ALMOST PARADISE<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Since Childhood, </i><br style="font-size: 18.6667px;" /><i>I never liked Fairy tales Where Cinderella turns into a Princess overnight<br />Or A Story where some Damsel in Distress awaits her Prince Charming.<br />
One such Story which I used to laugh out loud on was A FOOLS PARADISE.<br />
Never thought one day<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I WILL BUILD ONE
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Until You Came into my Life.</i>
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My Life is Imperfectly Perfect and A clean Mess</b>.</span><br /><i>
I enjoy living it the way it is. </i><br /><b><u>
But With you in it, it is Absolute Paradise.<br />
A Paradise where only Happiness and Love existed.</u></b></span></div>
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A Good morning quote </b>from you<b> made my day brighter,<br />
A casual “how are you” </b>message<b> made me grin wider.<br />
An emoticon </b>once in a while<b> made me blush in pink,<br />
Penning my love </b>for you, I always <b>ran out of Ink.<br />
The warm hug </b>you gave , made me<b> feel like home,<br />
Holding your hand </b>and walking, I always<b> wanted to Roam.<br /><u>
This is My Paradise I built , With You as the Pillar <br />
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The Days after, when I was wondering what exactly went wrong;</b><br /><b>
Those nights when I shed countless tears staring into pitch darkness...</b><br /><b>
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Slowly the clouds disappeared, things became a bit clear.</b><br /><u>
This<b> ALMOST PARADISE </b>was in reality a<b> FOOLS PARADISE.<o:p></o:p></b></u></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni;"><u><i>In the <b>“WE” </b>I found only<b> “ME”</b><br />
In<b> “US”</b> it was just<b> “I”</b><br /><span style="color: purple;"><b>
You my Darling,</b><br /><b>
Never made an attempt to Make US sound as WE .</b><br /><b>
But Why Did You always make me Believe there is US.</b></span></i><o:p></o:p></u></span></div>
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While <b>I was waiting for you </b>like a Dog waits for its master<b> .</b><br />
You Were just a <b>Tourist of my Life</b><br />
While I gave you the<b> Permanent Residence Visa </b>In my<b> Heart,</b><br /><b>
You </b>were a<b> Season</b><br />
While <b>I </b>was<b> the Whole Year.</b><br /><u><span style="color: purple;"><b>
Damn You left everything to me and finally left me too..</b><br /><b>
This ALMOST PARADISE never existed..</b><br /><b>
IT WAS A FOOLS PARADISE.</b></span></u><br /><b>
Where Nothing remained as I Built…</b><br /><b>
Because the Foundation and Pillar were FALSE HOPES.</b></i></span></div>
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brokenwingsflythefarthesthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16119243391431242346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196246821374311319.post-41393340520423858332018-12-17T11:01:00.002-08:002018-12-17T11:01:21.909-08:00A PAIR OF GOLD STILETTOS TAUGHT ME THE BEST LESSON<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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totally bewitched by them. It’s not my thing to wear heels, but I couldn’t let
my eyes off them so I ordered them without a second thought.</span></span></div>
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>OR WHATEVER YOUR EYES SEE</b>”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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arrived and it was my turn to wear them. Finally I wore them for a party with
my friends. Before that, for 2 days I made sure to apply Vaseline all over the
inner sole of the heels so that it won’t be a harsh experience. Little did I
know, the story was yet to begin. With that Gold glittery look, people loved <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">MY STILETTOS</b>. I was proud I made the
right choice. The real problem was walking in them. I was afraid, but can’t let
that fear show on my face. So with a bright smile on my face (<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u>which masked the hidden fear and pain</u></b>)
I took my first step. It was the most painful step I remember. All my 5 toes
were struggling to fit in the narrow space of the Fingers strap. My ankle had
to bear all the weight of my body (<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">50kgs</b>)
on that heel (poor thing, sorry). To top the pain, the pointed heel was giving
pressure on the foot. Whoa…<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u>what a
hell of experience</u></b>. <br /> Yet I had no choice but to walk in them. I still
had the option to change into my flat sandals, but I chose not to. <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">MATTER OF PRIDE</b>. Well, it was a
struggle to stand straight for the first half an hour. But slowly I got used to
them and I started feeling comfortable in them. 2 hours later, I was totally in
love with them that I danced wearing those <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">STILETTOS
and IGNORED THE PAIN and LITTLE SCARS</b>. After coming home, once I removed
them I felt so free and relieved But Looking at them and thinking about the
whole experience <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">I LEARNT</b> a <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">LESSON of my LIFETIME.<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Isn’t this
experience similar to our Relationships as well</span></b><span style="line-height: 115%;">? There will be a lot of people
around us. <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u>People who love us, adore
us, hate us, ignore us and are totally indifferent to our existence itself</u></b>.
Out of all of them<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">, <u>we Fall for a Person Whom we like for N number of reasons which we
ourselves are not aware of</u></i></b>. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span> Slowly we try to get close to them, make them
notice our feelings, make them feel so special as if they are the Only Good
ones existing in the whole Universe and find excuses to be with them. And the <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">EFFORTS WE PUT TO BE A PART OF THEIR LIFE </b>can
<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u>literally make us feel pathetic</u></b>
sometimes. <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><u>Of course they will notice us, they will see every little thing we
are doing for them, they enjoy the LORDSHIP they get from us and They behave as
if They Do not understand what is going on<br />
</u></i></b>(I wonder if they laugh on our stupidity when they think of us).<br />
<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Irrespective of their <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Cold Behaviour</b> towards us, The <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">I DO NOT CARE ABOUT YOU </b>attitude they
throw on our face we still chose not leave them. <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><u>We still keep that blinking
little hope in the corner of our heart alive with a false hope</u></i></b> <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>that may be one day they will realize our true
love and will come to us. <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u>We keep on
waiting like Idiots</u></b>.<br /> And <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">the
Worst Thing is Even they know</b> that <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">WE
WILL WAIT FOR THEM</b>, that we cannot walk away from them. So just in case not
to lose one of their hardcore Admirers, once in a while They throw a <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Lovey Dovey </b>msg in our chat box and <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><u>Hail
we read it with a Broad smile on our Face and Sparkle in our eyes as if we won</u></i></b>
The <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">WAR OVER ALIENS.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></b>Aren’t we really stupid to celebrate even
a single msg once in a while for them?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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game with our feelings and enjoy it. And By this time, we too get used to all
this but we keep quite. <br />
<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">WE BEAR THE PAIN OF HEART BREAK,<br />
WE HIDE THOSE ABOUT TO BURST TEARS UNDER A BEAUTIFUL FAKE SMILE,<br />
WE START ACTING VERY STRONG FOR THE WORLD IN THE DAY,<br />
BUT REALITY STINGS OUR HEART AT NIGHT…<br />
WHEN ALL THE MEMORIES KEEP FLASHING LIKE A SLOW MOTION VIDEO <br />
THEN WE HIDE OURSELVES UNDER THE BLANKET AND WEEP SILENTLY.<br />
</b><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"> </b>next day we wake up as if nothing
happened last night and like the same stupid we are, we check our phone for a
msg from them. Their name doesn’t pop up and with a hard sigh we just go ahead
with their memories and start our day. <br />
<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>WE LEARNT TO LIVE WITH THE PAIN,
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>WE ADJUST OURSELVES TO THEIR
MOOD SWINGS,<br />
<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>WE KNOW
THEY ARE TOYING US but still WE WAIT FOR THEM</b>.<br />
Because <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">WE ARE COMFORTABLE WITH THAT
PAIN NOW</b>. <br />
Because<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"> IT CAN’T HURT MORE THAN WHAT WE
ARE GOING THROUGH</b>.<br />
Because that <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">PERSON IS NOT AN OPTION FOR
US.<br />
THEY ARE THE CHOICE WE MADE FOR OURUSELVES.<br />
THEIR MEMORIES ARE THE MOST CHERISHED TREASURE FOR US.</b><br />
<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>For our heart is
not ready to accept the reality that, this relation leaves nothing but a HEART
ACHE which our mind already accepted and is trying to stop us. But we <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">DO NOT LISTEN. WE ALREADY LOST OUR SENSE.</b><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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brokenwingsflythefarthesthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16119243391431242346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196246821374311319.post-29512446800101609782017-09-06T06:24:00.001-07:002017-09-06T06:24:45.428-07:00The Strongest Hearts Beat With Most Painful Scars <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b><i>Tired of trying<br />Its hurting and paining..<br />The cut is deeper The wound is severe<br />The Pain is hard to deal with<br />The Heart is cracked into pieces within</i></b><br /><u><b>How long is not the question.......How many times is the question</b></u> !!! 👈<br />
<i><b><br />I do not want to get up anymore<br />I do not want the wound to heal anymore<br />I do not want the Bleeding to Stop anymore<br />I do not want the Scar to Fade anymore.</b></i><br /><u><b>I just want to leave it the way it is...because </b></u><br /><i><b>Once I fix myself by pulling every ounce of little strength left in the corners of my Heart<br />Once I tell myself that Its ok now You can Live your life<br />Once I gather the confidence to come and face the Crowd all Alone by myself.. 💪</b></i><br /><br /><i><b>Suddenly out of nowhere Comes Someone.. 💕<br />Plays with my Emotions as if they are Their fav Toys<br />Walks all over my Heart as if it is their Playground leaving their Foot Print Behind<br />Uses my Love to their Advantage and Ignore My Feelings as if they are Invisible<br />And</b></i> <u><b>yet again crushes me down to pieces by Walking away</b></u> <i><b>after I no longer serve their Need. 💓</b></i><br />
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<br /><i><b><br />Is someones life that easy to be taken granted for?<br />Will others emotions never count?<br />Is it always about How to Use ppl to our advantage?</b></i><br /><u><b>Can it ever Be "Let us Respect their Love and Emotions too"? 🙍</b></u><br /><b><br />LOVE IS THE HARDEST EMOTION I ALWAYS EXPERIENCED. </b><br /><i><b>The Painful Memory that my heart bears everyday.<br />When it takes 2 people to create a Memory.. Then why is that Only One of them has to remember those memories,protect them , nourish them and live with them.<br />Even if i want to delete you and your memories you left behind, It is impossible as I have to delete myself too.</b></i><br /><u><b>Wish technology develops to a stage where we can delete ppl with just a button in heart.</b></u><br /><u><b>If losing my Memory is the only way to Forget you , then I wish God blessed me with that Beautiful Boon.</b></u><br /><i><b>For</b></i> <u><b>living in a world of Nil Memory sounds pretty happy than to live in pain with your memories. 😫</b></u><br /><i><b><br />It is pretty stupid to trust people and let them gain access to my heart.</b></i><br /><u><b>But even I am human. To trust ppl is my weakness. To give love is all that I know.<br />Even you are Human. To use ppls emotions is all that you know.</b></u><br /><i><b>Neither you will change nor will I.<br />This SAGA continues....... 😭😇😊</b></i><br />
<br /><u><b>Its time to Stand Up For myself and Walk Alone.... <br />For the Journey is Mine and I have to reach my Destination.<br />I have decided to Move on in My journey without You And Do not Search for me where you left me.<br />You shall never Find me there and Never the same .</b></u><br />
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brokenwingsflythefarthesthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16119243391431242346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196246821374311319.post-85838041798245897152017-04-14T22:37:00.000-07:002017-04-14T22:37:00.283-07:00705 SURVIVORS OF TITANIC - WHO SAVED THEM ?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> TITANIC - The movie that left me with a deep pain for months and the main reason was THE DEATH OF JACK. Not just mine, Jack falling into the Ice cold water leaving Rose behind moves many hearts till date. Girls of 90's still remember and love LEONARDO DI CAPRIO as JACK.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> I was so smitten with this TITANIC story that every little detail about this fascinated me.<b> I personally feel that The Choir who kept playing "Nearer my God to thee" till the last second of their Death were the unsung heroes. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b> Unfortunately the mighty TITANIC SANK WITHOUT A TRACE. Of the 2,224 passengers and crew aboard, more than 1,500 died and Only 705 were saved. But Do You Know There was a chance to Save more people on that Fateful day if only The Other Two passing Ships Responded in Time. May be our very own Jack would have been saved too. Not just Jack, many lives would have been saved.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>And Here is the Story about who saved those 705 SURVIVORS and HOW.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b> There were three ships which were nearby when the Titanic sunk.</b><br /> <span style="color: blue;"><b><br /> One of them was known as the Sampson.</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> It was<b> 7 miles away from the Titanic</b> and they saw the white flares signaling danger, but because the <b>crew had been hunting seals illegally</b> and didn't want to be caught, they turned and went the opposite direction away from the Titanic. <i><b>This ship represents us and people like us if we are so busy looking inward at our own sin and lives that we can't recognize when someone else is in need.</b></i><br /><br /><b> <span style="color: blue;"> The next ship was the Californian</span></b><span style="color: blue;">.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> This ship was only <b>14 miles away from the Titanic</b>, but they were surrounded by ice fields and the captain looked out and saw the white flares, but because <b>the conditions weren't favorable</b> and it was dark, he decided to go back to bed and wait until morning. <b>The crew tried to convince themselves that nothing was happening</b>. <i><b>This ship represents those of us who say I can't do anything now. The conditions aren't right for it and so we wait until conditions are perfect before going out</b></i>.<br /><b><br /> <span style="color: blue;">The last ship was the RMS Carpathia</span></b><span style="color: blue;">.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> <u><b>This ship was actually headed in a southern direction 58 miles away from the Titanic</b></u> when they heard the distress cries over the radio.<i><b> The captain of this ship knelt down, prayed to God for direction and then turned the ship around and went full steam ahead through the ice fields. This was the ship that saved the 705 survivors of the Titanic.</b></i><br /><span style="color: orange;"><br /><i><u><b>When the captain looked back at the ice fields they had come through, he said Someone else hands must have been at the helm of this ship!</b></u></i></span> <u><i><b>This ship represents those who would pray to God for direction and then go without hesitation.</b></i></u></span><br />
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<span style="color: orange;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><i><b>The crew of RMS Carpathia were awarded medals by the survivors. </b></i><b>Crew members </b>were awarded<b> bronze medals, </b></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: orange;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Captain Rostron a silver cup and a gold medal</b> given by<b> Margaret Brown.</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="color: orange;"><b>Rostron was knighted by King George V, was later a guest of President Taft at the White House, where he was presented with a Congressional Gold Medal, the highest honour the United States Congress could confer upon him.</b></span><i><b> </b></i><br /><br /> Amazing Fruits of Honour they Received. Didn't they? And they all deserved that honour for saving others lives. Well all of that was possible because The Captain of the Ship Rostron knelt, prayed and submitted himself and his entire Crew to Gods will. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> Yes, there will be such tough moments in our lives too. Where we have to pass through rough weathers and tough situations. Sometimes for us, Sometimes for our family and Sometimes for others too we might have to swim through storms and thunders. Do not be afraid. All we have to do is,<br />"KNEEL DOWN, CLOSE YOUR EYES, OPEN YOUR HEART <br /> PRAY TO GOD."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> Whatever answer your Soul Receives, Let your Heart accept it completely.<br />Submit yourself to Lords will. For then He will Guide you, Guard you and Protect you. You are His Creation and He loves You. <br />Once you Complete your Journey, Your Fruits of Honour will always be Ready. And They will be much more precious than you expect and Deserve.<br /> Life whispers in your soul and speaks to your heart. We need to take time to listen and to these whispers and take heed.<br /><br /><br /></span></div>
brokenwingsflythefarthesthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16119243391431242346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196246821374311319.post-21867726375401834462016-10-12T07:33:00.002-07:002016-10-12T07:33:55.955-07:00A Broken Friendship & A Lost Friend<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> After a very long thought She gathered up the courage to call Him. Its been many years since the last time they spoke. Yet today is important that she kept her self-respect aside and called him. Strangely she didn't even have his mobile number in her Contacts list. But once she thought about him it was matter of seconds before his number flashed in her mind.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> " MEMORIES ARE STRONG " she sighed. She wondered if he still had her number.Preoccupied with so many thoughts she dialed his number. He picked up after 2 rings. The conversation was however quick, short and sharp.<br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>HE :- "Hello ! " </b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>SHE :- "Hi ! How are you? "</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>HE:- "Who are you?"<br />SHE:- "Heard your mother expired yesterday."<br />HE :- "TRUE. But who are you?"<br />SHE :- Sunny, this is Ishita.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>HE :- WRONG NUMBER .</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b> Within Seconds The Line Went Dead So Did Their Years of Friendship.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b> Years back She took the Number One spot in His Speed Dial list & now he called it WRONG NUMBER. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> She poured herself a Hot cup of Coffee and Memories of their journey started a slide show.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> They met through their mutual friends, became colleagues, then friends, turned out as Best Friends. Their relation was something that everyone around envied. The rapport they shared, the affection they had, the love that bloomed, the promises they made, the memories they built and the time they spent. Every little moment was special for them. Their relation became even more strong when they became part of each others family. Everyone else called them LOVERS but they knew they were BEST FRIENDS.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> One day when His Mother suddenly fell sick and was admitted in ICU, he called her. Leaving her work and taking day off, She ran to the hospital to be by his side. That's when Ishita met Sunny's family. His father, his Sister were standing outside ICU while Sunny was talking to Doctors. <i><b>At such times all that A person needs is a Shoulder to lean on, A hug of comfort and A hand to hold. </b></i>She went to him and took his hand in hers. That very moment he held her hand with a very tight grip. She stood there next to him until he finished talking to the Doctors. After things cooled down, His Father and Sister went home on his insistence while they both stayed. She brought 2 cups of coffee and her heart sank when she saw him sitting on the floor outside ICU with almost no expressions on his face. <b><i>Sitting next to him She placed her hands on his shoulder. The very next moment he grabbed her hand, hugged her and cried in silence. She never saw a man cry so much that her shoulders were drenched with his tears.</i></b> Few minutes later , he calmed down.<br /> He took her hands in his and said, " <i><u><b>My mother is my world. I can't take it if something happens to her. I felt very weak and helpless before you came. The moment you held my hand I felt strong enough to stand because I had you to lean on. Promise me Ishita, Promise me that no matter wherever we are, no matter if we are together or not, Just promise me that you will be with me whenever something happens to my Mother. Promise me that you will still hold my hand and give me your shoulder to lean on. You are My strength in Times of Crisis. Promise Me</b></u></i>." he spoke with shivering voice. She immediately said, "<u><i><b>Yes, I promise. If not me then who else will be with you.</b></i></u>?" She stayed with their family for the next one month and looked after his mother. And that is how she became a part of their family. Life was pretty picture from then on. His mother recovered quickly and their bond strengthened. Everything was sailing smooth until She got a New Job in another Company. Interactions and Outings with Sunny became less because of Time constraints. That is where all the trouble started brewing.<br /> Sunny became insecure , possessive , aggressive and started suspecting her. They fought almost everyday because of this and at one point She couldnot take it anymore. Even after trying to mend things, it did not turn out well. <i><b>Neither of them knew when and How their friendship ended but Both of them suffered in Silence.</b></i><br /> LOSING A FRIEND HITS YOU HARD IN THE HEART. Years passed on and None of them cared to call the other. <b>May be Ego, May be Self-Respect , May be they moved on or May be they want the other one to call first.</b> This went on for a good 6 years Until the day she got a call from one of their Mutual friends who said that Sunny's mother passed away that day. And then memories came back crawling in fast motion. <b><i>Along with the memories they built, She remembered the Promises they made. </i></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br /> Without a Second thought, she picked up her phone to call him. But wait, she doesn't have his number. As she closed her eyes with despair, his number started flashing in her mind. Yes, <b><i>That is how relations are. You can Delete their number and erase their pics, but when you want to remember them they come out in fraction of seconds as if they were always there for you. </i></b>She dialed his number and then the conversation that she will remember her entire life happened.The moment he said "WRONG NUMBER" the ground under her feet trembled. Slowly she shut down the memory box and came to her senses. Life goes on She whispered to herself. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> <b><i> Making Promises in Good times is One thing But Keeping them in Bad times is what matters. </i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b><i>The main Problem in relations is We all Take people for granted. We believe there is always a Next time. We think we live forever. We want People to wait as long as we won't get our Anger out of our hearts. </i></b><br /> But Wait, <u><b>WILL PEOPLE LAST THAT LONG???<br />EVERYTIME YOU MEET SOMEONE MIGHT BE YOUR LAST TIME WITH THEM.</b></u></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><u><b>EVERYTIME YOU TALK TO SOMEONE MIGHT BE THE LAST TIME YOU HEAR THEM</b></u>.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> Then why can't we make best of every moment ? In the Long run of life, many people will walk in and walk out. But if you lose the real ones to your anger and Pride, no matter who else is there with you, you are nothing more than a Living Corpse.<i><b> Every relation deserves a Second chance But Be careful because not everyone gives you a second chance.</b></i> </span><br />
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brokenwingsflythefarthesthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16119243391431242346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196246821374311319.post-71363549348302523092016-04-20T01:21:00.002-07:002016-04-20T01:29:25.405-07:00My PRECIOUS RING FINGER <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Life is Strange and Our World is definitely Round. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Few things happen as if they were meant to happen. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">We meet those people whose face we don't want to remember in nightmares either.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">That particular day seemed as if every Frame was Pre-designed.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Unexpectedly Met my friend Shanti on my way back from Office and we went to a nearby Restaurant.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">We settled in our seats and opened the lid of our Memories Box.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> Just then I heard A Guy sitting behind our Table say <br /> "<b>You are my One and Only</b>".</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Pretty simple line but it stopped my thoughts right there.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">The line was very familiar and so was the voice. I tried to ignore what I heard and the same time I saw Shanti a bit perplexed.Sometimes sixth sense works faster than Common Sense. I couldn't stop myself from turning back to see the Guy. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">And Yes we have Sixth sense for a reason. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> Looking at him made my heart stop for a minute. With a Rose in one hand and a girls hand in another he was saying some sweet and cheeky lines to her. But the one line he often said was "You are my One and Only." Clearly the girl was swept off her feet. After 2 years I saw Sandesh.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> Slowly past started unwinding in front of me. Shanti , Sandesh and I went to the same college. Sandesh was Tall and handsome with dark looks and Intense features. Moreover he was there for any one who needed help and this made him Ladies favorite. We became very good friends.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> One day he asked me out for lunch.Our first date happened and I was totally floored that very day. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">He said " Don't you think its time for you to acknowledge my feelings. I am girls favorite and you are my favorite. There will always be numerous stars in the sky But only One Moon. You are that Moon for me and I don't want to let you go. Bright up my Sky with your love."<br /> <b>YOU ARE MY ONE AND ONLY. I LOVE YOU</b>.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> 3 years of Love life and there was not even a single day when he ignored me or cornered me. He asked me not to tell our friends about our relation and I too had no interest in declaring our relationship as it was a private matter. This continued for 3 years and as he promised he never let me down nor did he hurt me once. He always made me feel special, he loved me in a way no one else did. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Suddenly this love story and My heart too received an awesome crack one day.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> I was passing through the Seminar hall and heard someone say <b>YOU ARE MY ONE AND ONLY.</b> The voice sounded very familiar so did the line. Crossing my fingers and secretly wishing that guy to be someone else I looked through the window. There with a rose in his hands and the girls hands in another stood my Man of 3 years Sandesh. Tears filled my eyes and I couldn't see the girl. Barely managed to walk away from there but very soon I received a call from him. For one last time I wanted to listen to his sweet words and see his super cool personality for which I fell head over heels in love with him. Strangely I did not want to confront him. I heard many girls gossiping that Sandesh went out with few of them. Totally blind in love that I only laughed at those gossips. Now do I really have the right to question him?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">When We met he went on his knees, pulled out an awesome ring from his pocket and popped out the question that I was eagerly waiting to hear from him since 2 years.<br /> "<u><i><b>Will you marry me</b></i></u>?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Shanti tapped on my shoulder and I came back to Present. She was talking about her life, career and love. And out of nowhere A powerful Explosive Blew on my Face.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">"I broke up with Sandesh 2 months back," she said. "What ?" I almost screamed.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">He proposed me 2 years back in college.In the Seminar Hall which was our regular love spot.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><b> YOU ARE MY ONE AND ONLY</b> he promised but later I found out that he is just a player with a Gentleman Image which he created for himself. He is not the kind person we all witness. He uses Sympathy to make girls fall for him. He has a Ring for every girl he goes out with. Once she accepts and they make out, slowly he uses his family as an excuse to distance himself from commitment. I had a live in relation with him and found all this only after I was totally Used and Discarded. No regrets though.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Every word that she spoke hit me like a Missile. Lots of questions confused me that moment.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I somehow managed to finish the dinner and we came out quietly.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">That night I took out my old dairy and opened the page where I wrote on the day of my break up.</span><br />
<i><b><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">"You Broke my Heart in a way that No other Guy can Fix it</span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">You Broke my Trust and I can no longer Trust a true Gentleman</span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I might forget you one day ; I might forgive you one day</span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">But I can never fall in Love any day. "</span></b></i><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Closing the diary I looked at my Ring finger. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">It looked Pretty and Beautiful without any Ring or String attached to it.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">A smile escaped my lips and I am glad that the day he went on his knees for me</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><b>I SHOWED HIM THE MIDDLE FINGER instead of MY PRECIOUS RING FINGER.</b><br />And What more I am more than Happy to be SINGLE .</span><br />
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brokenwingsflythefarthesthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16119243391431242346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196246821374311319.post-51993790049486292862015-08-04T05:02:00.000-07:002015-08-04T05:02:32.063-07:00Her Kiss breathed Life into his Soul<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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As she went on her knees and proposed him, he couldn't react for a minute. The very next moment he said "YES" picked her up. She kept the ring to his finger and kissed him on his forehead. That was the best proposal I ever witnessed and I found myself wiping my tears. This is the most common proposal for most of us the only difference is the girl went on her knees. But <b>trust me, by the time you finish reading this real life story you too will wipe your tears.</b><br />
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Sanjay, I met this guy through my friend Vidya. He is tall,handsome and behaves like a true gentleman. The first impression he leaves on others is very strong that you can't stop respecting him. That day being Vidya's birthday we went out to celebrate. Two things were clear for anyone who was watching them. Vidya is head over heels in love with him and Sanjay did not like people touching him. Even when she was about to give him cake, he took a step back and maintained distance. It was quite surprising. Though she felt sad, she managed a smile on her face all that time. As a matter of fact, he did not allow anyone to touch him that's what I felt. When we were about to leave a bike came so rashly. She was very close to the bike. Instead of pulling her back, he jumped and stood in front of her and was hit by the bike. Though it was a small scratch he got, the whole incident looked very weird and odd to me.<br />
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<b>In these days where Physical intimacy and show off is the bread and butter of people in love, this Sanjay stood out from that crowd</b>. Later that night Vidya said , " He has a very caring heart and loving personality. He never does or says anything that hurts me. He is the prince charming every girl could ever dream of. But I don't know the reason why he never even allows me to walk hand in hand with him. Not just me, he doesn't like even his best friends patting him on the shoulder. This is something that is troubling me. Though he did not propose me still, will he ever accept me if I propose? " After listening this I was sure that one day this girl might get hurt because of her love. Days were passing by and Sanjay became a very good friend of mine. One day I got a call from him when I was about to leave for work. His voice was a bit shaky. He asked me if I could meet him for an hour. I had to choose between my work and a friend in need. So I took late permission and went to meet him.<br />
After few minutes of silence he started speaking " I know Vidya loves me and wants to build her future with me. But I cannot allow that to happen. You are her close friend so please convince her to back off before she gets hurt. I cant give you reasons for this. You alone can do this because you are best at understanding someones pain.Can you do this for me?" These words came so smoothly from him that I was confused for a moment if he was asking me a favour or doing her a favour.<br />
I said ,"Unless you tell me the exact reason for your behaviour and this meeting I cannot help you. There is something bothering you for a very long time. And I guess this is the right time to let it out if you think Iam the right person to hear.May be I can be of help then".<br />
He continued," OK. You are not someone who judges a person blindly. So I am telling you the real reason. <b>My Father died because of HIV</b>". I looked at him and he continued without raising his head. " He died when I was 5 years old. Relatives and neighbours did not even attend his funeral. In school, children did not like to sit next to me.They did not allow me to play with them.Though I tried to go near them and play they ran from there. At home neighbours stopped talking to us. All the time I could see my mother crying. As a kid I couldn't understand what was the reason for this sudden change in my life.<b>For me what I needed was kids to play with and study with.But no one came near me</b>. Two months later my mother committed suicide and died. I was left all alone by myself. That's when my school principal took me under his wings.He got admission for me in a boarding school and he looked after my needs and everything. <b>He was The only man who hugged me after my parents died. I longed for that touch,a kiss, a hug from people. But they shut their doors on me. So I shut my heart from them.</b>For them I am just the son of parents who died of HIV.All I ever wanted was to grow up fast and show them that I am more than that.<b>The wounds and scars from that incident never left me</b>.I give love to others unconditionally but I cant let someone near me. The hug my principal gave me was the last touch I ever felt.After he died I became orphan again. Though I managed to settle well now,still the fact is my parents died of HIV.I cant take it if Vidya leaves me after learning about the truth. Is this reason enough for you to convince her to move on " ??<br />
I sat there at loss of words looking at him. His eyes became red and my heart weighed heavy.I saw his hands trembling and without a second thought I took his hands and held them.He did not take them back nor did he try to.Tears kept rolling from his eyes and that was the first time ever I saw a man cry. Trust me it was heart melting to witness a guy cry.Unlike the saying "NEVER TRUST A MAN WHO CRIES" I always thought Men have the right to cry too. Few minutes later he pulled himself together and smiled. <b>May be the so far rough heart got a crack, may be the tears melted his years pain,may be the person who gave love all this while is the person who actually needed it.</b> After half an hour or so we left from there. My mind was full of questions and all i could think was how cruel the society can be. The next day I gathered my guts together to speak to Vidya. She listened to every word i spoke. She broke into tears and she sat there in her room all night alone without talking to anyone. The following day she came to me and said "<i><b>Call Sanjay and ask him to meet us in the evening.You are coming with me and don't ask anymore questions</b></i>". There was no harshness when she spoke. It was a determined voice and I wondered what she was going to do.<br />
When we met in the evening few minutes of silence prevailed between us. Though I did not understand what I was doing there I couldn't initiate the conversation. Then the missiles started firing from Vidyas words. She turned to me and said "<b>You are the witness to what I am saying and what I am about to do</b>." I nodded and she looked at Sanjay.<br />
"<b><i>So you are the Son of parents who died of HIV. This fact doesn't change a bit even after you die.Does that mean you have to die with that tag. I might get a man with better parental background but I want no one except you.Instead of looking yourself as what others called you hold my hand and walk with me.As days pass by you will be see yourself as a loving husband and adoring father to our kids.In the long run we may fight,argue and even come to a point where we break up. I am ready for everything. But do not let this past injury of yours be the reason for the end of our yet to begin love journey.Let we be the sole reason for our happiness,arguments,fights,makeup and breakup</i></b>."<br />
Saying so she went down on her knees,took out a ring and said the best words I ever heard "<b> Sanjay I promise that I shall hold your heart till the end and will never leave you alone.I love you no matter who's son you are.</b> <b>WILL YOU MARRY ME</b>?"<br />
He couldn't react for a minute. The very next moment he said "<b>YES</b>" and picked her up.She kept the ring to his finger and kissed him on his forehead. As I wiped my tears they came to me and hugged with much happiness. Last year they walked down the aisle hand in hand and got married.<br />
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<u><b>AND THAT IS HOW HE GOT HIS FIRST KISS AND TRUE LOVE</b></u><br />
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brokenwingsflythefarthesthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16119243391431242346noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196246821374311319.post-43672452620517075372015-01-17T05:34:00.001-08:002015-01-17T05:34:26.412-08:00Daddy or Mummy ... Whom Do you love the most ???<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Whom Do you love the most.... Mummy or Daddy ?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ever faced this question as a child ?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ever asked any child the same question ?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"A lot of times" will be our answer. And we also know the world famous reply children give to this world famous question. Boy says he loves his mother and Girl says she loves her father. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Once try to remember your answer that you gave as a kid. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Now I am asking you the same question. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Whom do you love the most .. Mummy or Daddy? " Keep your answer on hold.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Few days back I went to my cousin Rupa's house. She has a daughter aged 3years, Chandana. Rupa's husband works in Dubai. He visits them once in a year and spends one month with his family. As it was Christmas he came home and there were relatives too. All the day Rupa was busy attending to Chandanas needs. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">As all kids do, Chandu (chandanas pet name) was giving her mother tough time. She was throwing milk here and there, spilling food, pouring water everywhere,tearing new papers. In simple words, chandu made the total house a mess in less than an hour. Rupa cleaned all that without complaining nor shouting at the kid. I was surprised at the patience level a mother can have. May be only a mother can have. We all had our breakfast but Rupa still was busy with her kid that she did not even bother about her own self.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">We all sat down to talk while chandu was playing with the new toys her dad bought for her.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Suddenly one of the relatives asked Chandu "Whom do you love the most .. Mummy or Daddy? "</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Chandu looked at her, gave a big smile and shouted " I love my Daddy". Saying so she ran into her fathers arms and he kissed her with pride.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">At that same moment, I turned to see Rupa and I saw a clear disappointment on her face. All the glow that she had on her face till now seemed to fade away.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">" It was not an easy ride for me after marriage. When we came to know that I am pregnant, he asked me to quit my job and stay at home. I gave up my dream job because I thought my kid comes first and then my dreams. The 9 months of pregnancy period was lot more tiring. My total health got disturbed. Still i put up with all that because for me my child mattered the most. Then on the delivery table I almost died. But when I woke up and saw the baby I forgot all the pain I went through. From then on till now, I never thought about myself. My day starts with Chandu and ends with her. In the past 3 years, my husband spent just 5 months with us. It was me who looked after every little detail that is related to my child. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But do you realise how lucky her father is? He gets all her love. See even now she said she loves her father. What about me ? Don't I deserve to get that love? Anyway this is what happens to every mother. Now I realise how much it must have hurt my mother whenever I said I love my father the most. Tables have turned now."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Just then Chandu came to us. With a smile on her face my cousin said,"I will change her diaper and come." That very moment I realised a lot.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Why do we ask kids this stupid question? </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Why should we ask them to choose between their parents who gave them life?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Why are we telling them that mother and father are not one?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Who gave us the right to create a difference in their tender minds ?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Why don't we realise that mother and father are equally important for a child?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Why should it always be Daddy vs Mummy ? </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Why can't it be Daddy and Mummy?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The truth is both mother and father strive hard in their own ways to give their children the best of the world. So why choose one of them when both of them together gave birth to you ???</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Before the conversation I had with Rupa, even I was the girl who never let a chance go out of hand to tell the world that I love my Dad the most. How foolish I was. It pinched me when I thought what my mother must have felt all these 30 years. The next thing I did was to call my mother and say "Ma, I love you".</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Now that you read the story, remember your answer you gave as a kid.</span><br />
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<span class="TextRun SCX183707129" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" xml:lang="EN-US"> </span><span class="TextRun SCX183707129" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" xml:lang="EN-US"><span class="NormalTextRun SCX183707129" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Two weeks back I was totally busy </span></span><span class="TextRun SCX183707129" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" xml:lang="EN-US">with</span><span class="TextRun SCX183707129" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" xml:lang="EN-US"> my tight schedule </span><span class="TextRun SCX183707129" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" xml:lang="EN-US">of</span><span class="TextRun SCX183707129" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" xml:lang="EN-US"> </span><span class="TextRun SCX183707129" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" xml:lang="EN-US">treating patients, charting out Social work, planning</span><span class="TextRun SCX183707129" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" xml:lang="EN-US"><span class="NormalTextRun SCX183707129" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> my next phase of green project. No time to spare for other things. Suddenly one day I received a text message from </span><span class="SpellingError SCX183707129" style="background-image: url(data:image/gif; background-position: 0% 100%; background-repeat: repeat no-repeat; border-bottom-color: transparent; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Manju</span><span class="NormalTextRun SCX183707129" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> </span><span class="SpellingError SCX183707129" style="background-image: url(data:image/gif; background-position: 0% 100%; background-repeat: repeat no-repeat; border-bottom-color: transparent; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Latha</span><span class="NormalTextRun SCX183707129" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> , the creator of Rice bucket challenge. She asked me if I could come over and render my support for her challenge in a TV program. The shooting was to take place in Hyderabad and that too it was just two days after. I hardly had 4 hours</span></span><span class="TextRun SCX183707129" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" xml:lang="EN-US"> to decide if I have to go or not. The more I thought about it, the more I felt there is no way I can go. Even if I said Yes, still I am not sure if I can get tickets for the very next day. Even if I get tickets, I am confused what I will be doing there in the show. But before I could give any excuses to her, my brother got a ticket confirmed for my journey and my parents wanted me to go.</span><span class="TextRun SCX183707129" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" xml:lang="EN-US"> </span><span class="TextRun SCX183707129" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" xml:lang="EN-US"> So finally I said Yes.</span><span class="TextRun SCX183707129" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" xml:lang="EN-US"> She could have had anyone on the show to support her, but she preferred to chose me and I did not want to let her down. <br /><i><b>I quote this as "An Unwilling Journey" because every time I had to travel away from my parents, I feel separated.</b></i></span><span class="EOP SCX183707129" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><i><b> </b></i></span></div>
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<span class="TextRun SCX183707129" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" xml:lang="EN-US"> I boarded the train and occupied my berth. I always prefer day journey with</span><span class="TextRun SCX183707129" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" xml:lang="EN-US"> side upper berth as it keeps me isolated and I enjoy my journey by reading a book. This time I was busy talking to my friends about relief work that we were planning for </span><span class="TextRun SCX183707129" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" xml:lang="EN-US"><span class="SpellingError SCX183707129" style="background-image: url(data:image/gif; background-position: 0% 100%; background-repeat: repeat no-repeat; border-bottom-color: transparent; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Hudhud</span><span class="NormalTextRun SCX183707129" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> Victims in </span><span class="SpellingError SCX183707129" style="background-image: url(data:image/gif; background-position: 0% 100%; background-repeat: repeat no-repeat; border-bottom-color: transparent; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Vizag</span><span class="NormalTextRun SCX183707129" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">. Train reached </span><span class="SpellingError SCX183707129" style="background-image: url(data:image/gif; background-position: 0% 100%; background-repeat: repeat no-repeat; border-bottom-color: transparent; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Eluru</span><span class="NormalTextRun SCX183707129" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> and an elderly lady came and sat next to me. She got side lower berth. Soon we both started conversing. She is </span><span class="SpellingError SCX183707129" style="background-image: url(data:image/gif; background-position: 0% 100%; background-repeat: repeat no-repeat; border-bottom-color: transparent; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Dhanalaxmi</span><span class="NormalTextRun SCX183707129" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> , 58 </span><span class="SpellingError SCX183707129" style="background-image: url(data:image/gif; background-position: 0% 100%; background-repeat: repeat no-repeat; border-bottom-color: transparent; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">yrs</span><span class="NormalTextRun SCX183707129" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> old and she wa</span></span><span class="TextRun SCX183707129" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" xml:lang="EN-US"><span class="NormalTextRun SCX183707129" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">s headed to </span><span class="SpellingError SCX183707129" style="background-image: url(data:image/gif; background-position: 0% 100%; background-repeat: repeat no-repeat; border-bottom-color: transparent; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Hyd</span><span class="NormalTextRun SCX183707129" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> for some function. She over heard me talking about relief work and rice bucket challenge. She asked me to explain what it was and I told her about both and we talked for few hours.</span></span><span class="TextRun SCX183707129" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" xml:lang="EN-US"><span class="NormalTextRun SCX183707129" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">After having lunch, we occupied our respective berths to catch some sleep. By the time I woke up , she was already awake. We exchanged phone numbers and talked over tea. When train was about to reach </span><span class="SpellingError SCX183707129" style="background-image: url(data:image/gif; background-position: 0% 100%; background-repeat: repeat no-repeat; border-bottom-color: transparent; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Hyd</span><span class="NormalTextRun SCX183707129" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">, she suddenly took a 500 rupee note and gave it to me. She said, <u><b><i>" As of now I do not have much to give you for the relief work you are planning to do. But once I reach home I will send you more. And from today I will take up rice bucket challenge. Daily I wil</i></b></u></span></span><u><b><i><span class="TextRun SCX183707129" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" xml:lang="EN-US">l keep</span><span class="TextRun SCX183707129" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" xml:lang="EN-US"> some rice aside into a container and once it is full I shall distribute it. You inspired me a lot and I have never met a young girl like you who is after social service and not after boys.You are a daughter I never had</span></i></b></u><span class="TextRun SCX183707129" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" xml:lang="EN-US">". I was shocked to hear this at first but then I realized how amazing lady she is. Trusting a stranger whom you met on a train is not a usual sight these days. Her wonderful gesture changed my opinion to some extent. 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<span class="TextRun SCX183707129" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" xml:lang="EN-US"><span class="NormalTextRun SCX183707129" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> Next day I went for shoot and there I met the lady herself </span><span class="SpellingError SCX183707129" style="background-image: url(data:image/gif; background-position: 0% 100%; background-repeat: repeat no-repeat; border-bottom-color: transparent; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Manju</span><span class="NormalTextRun SCX183707129" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> </span><span class="SpellingError SCX183707129" style="background-image: url(data:image/gif; background-position: 0% 100%; background-repeat: repeat no-repeat; border-bottom-color: transparent; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Latha</span><span class="NormalTextRun SCX183707129" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">. It gives you a kind of power to look ahead when you meet people who are as determined as you are when it comes to a dream you have to chase. Felt the same when we spent time together. That’s when it happened. Few college students who were there for the shoot came over and asked me if I was some actress. I was laughing my heart out when </span><span class="SpellingError SCX183707129" style="background-image: url(data:image/gif; background-position: 0% 100%; background-repeat: repeat no-repeat; border-bottom-color: transparent; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Manju</span><span class="NormalTextRun SCX183707129" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> replied them that I act in "</span><span class="SpellingError SCX183707129" style="background-image: url(data:image/gif; background-position: 0% 100%; background-repeat: repeat no-repeat; border-bottom-color: transparent; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Pasupu</span><span class="NormalTextRun SCX183707129" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> - </span><span class="SpellingError SCX183707129" style="background-image: url(data:image/gif; background-position: 0% 100%; background-repeat: repeat no-repeat; border-bottom-color: transparent; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">kumkuma</span><span class="NormalTextRun SCX183707129" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">" and a girl came forward and asked me for autograph. The most hilarious and heart touching incident I can never forget. We had a great time shooting and also the students were a delight to hangout.We spoke about "three plant challenge" and the social work.</span></span><span class="TextRun SCX183707129" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" xml:lang="EN-US"> I could not spend much time as I had to meet my best friend and I was running out of time. <u><i><b>When I bid them good bye one boy came to me and said " All this while I was so depressed about my future. But talking to you filled me with new spirit and gave me much needed motivation. You are my celebrity whom I will remember always"</b></i></u>. I was speechless. Wished him good luck and moved from there. </span><span class="EOP SCX183707129" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> </span></div>
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<span class="TextRun SCX183707129" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" xml:lang="EN-US"><span class="NormalTextRun SCX183707129" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> From there I rushed to be with my friend. She is my very close friend and we bonded a lot over cold coffee for an year. From boys to </span><span class="SpellingError SCX183707129" style="background-image: url(data:image/gif; background-position: 0% 100%; background-repeat: repeat no-repeat; border-bottom-color: transparent; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">breezers</span><span class="NormalTextRun SCX183707129" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> we bond over anything. Its been 4 long years that we were not in touch and we wanted to spend </span><span class="SpellingError SCX183707129" style="background-image: url(data:image/gif; background-position: 0% 100%; background-repeat: repeat no-repeat; border-bottom-color: transparent; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">at least</span><span class="NormalTextRun SCX183707129" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> </span></span><span class="TextRun SCX183707129" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" xml:lang="EN-US"><span class="NormalTextRun SCX183707129" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">few minutes together. The long ,warm hug that you get once you meet your loved ones, boosts up your energy and we could not let go each other from that hug. Hugs and kisses followed and then to my surprise she said that she will go home late as we don't know when we will meet again.Our </span><span class="SpellingError SCX183707129" style="background-image: url(data:image/gif; background-position: 0% 100%; background-repeat: repeat no-repeat; border-bottom-color: transparent; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">fav</span><span class="NormalTextRun SCX183707129" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> Cold</span></span><span class="TextRun SCX183707129" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" xml:lang="EN-US"> Coffee, conversations, fun, photos, food a lot happened and the gap of 4 years mattered nothing. Had a wonderful blast and well we had to leave. The 5 minutes of meeting we planned turned out to be a few hours memorable time. And till the next time we meet, no matter how many years it takes, these memories keep our relation alive. </span></div>
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<span class="TextRun SCX183707129" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" xml:lang="EN-US"><span class="NormalTextRun SCX183707129" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> I went on this unwilling journey with half heart. I did not even know in the first place why </span><span class="SpellingError SCX183707129" style="background-image: url(data:image/gif; background-position: 0% 100%; background-repeat: repeat no-repeat; border-bottom-color: transparent; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Manju</span><span class="NormalTextRun SCX183707129" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> chose me to be there. But today when I look back , everything makes sense. All the pieces put together made a formed special part of my life.</span></span><span class="TextRun SCX183707129" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" xml:lang="EN-US"> </span><span class="LineBreakBlob BlobObject SCX183707129" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span class="SCX183707129" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> </span></span></div>
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brokenwingsflythefarthesthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16119243391431242346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196246821374311319.post-77171919560727532692014-06-20T03:11:00.000-07:002014-06-20T03:11:21.206-07:00 One Life - Many Seasons <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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We judge people very quickly on the basis of what we see, what we hear and what we think they are. Well, read this short story to know if its really proper to Judge a person without experiencing what that person went through.<br />
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There was a man who had four sons. He wanted his sons to learn not to judge things too quickly. So he sent them each in a expedition, in turn, to go and look at a peer tree that was a great distance away.<br />
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The first son went in winter, the Second in the spring, the Third in the summer and the youngest in the autumn. When they had all gone and comeback, he called them together to explain what they had seen.<br />
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1st son : The tree was ugly,bent and twisted.<br />
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2nd son : No ! It was covered with green buds and full of promise.<br />
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3rd son : I disagree , he said.<br />
It was laden with blossoms that smelled so sweet and looked so beautiful.<br /> It was the most graceful thing he had ever seen.<br />
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4th son : He disagreed with all of them. <br /> He said it was ripe and drooping with fruit, full of life and fulfilment.<br />
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The man then explained to his sons that they were all right. Because they had each seen but only one season in the trees life.<br />
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He told them , <span style="color: #0b5394;"><i><b>" You cannot judge a tree or a person by only one season. The essence of who they are and the pleasure, joy, and love that comes form that life can only be measured at the end when all seasons are over."</b></i></span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> </span> This story might be a small one. But for sure it teaches us the biggest and most important lesson of our life. If you learnt something from this then you are definitely making someone's life Better by not being a Judge about their life and their Character.<br />
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We are no One to Judge Someone because We ourselves are not Perfect. No one is perfect here and that's what makes each one of us Unique in our own ways.<br />
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GOD IS THE BEST JUDGE... FOR HE KNOWS ALL OUR SEASONS AND REASONS.<br /> </div>
brokenwingsflythefarthesthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16119243391431242346noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196246821374311319.post-50762128227128897722014-04-04T01:24:00.001-07:002014-04-04T01:24:39.162-07:00DUSTBINS ARE MEANT FOR TRASH ... NOT FOR CHILDREN<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> Dumping became the new Fashion in this fast track world. We are too busy with our lives that we hardly care about what's happening around us. Or may be we just give it a blind eye so that we can escape our responsibility towards society. This incident is giving me sleepless nights since past 3 months. Till date it haunts me as i was unable to do anything about this. I feel so ashamed for not acting on this matter till now. Today it happened in my own home town. </span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> In January 2014, I came across a news article in my district edition. A just born baby was left in the dump yard behind Govt.Hospital , Eluru. Baby was hardly 2 hours old. People working in the dump yard heard baby cry. By the time they reached there, the baby died. Baby did not die a natural death. She was stripped and bitten by stray dogs & pigs ate her flesh by piercing the sensitive body. Almost intestines came out and baby was covered totally in blood. What a terrible death for a baby who didn't even open her eyes. After reading the news i was totally disturbed for the whole day. </span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> As days passed by, almost every other day i read about such incidents. Infants who are just hours old are being dumped in the dustbin behind the Govt.Hospitals and are left to their fate which is nothing but death. And that death was in the hands of Dogs and Pigs. I read of about 12 infant deaths in this way in just a span of 2 months. I thought about this a lot. But couldn't come to a possible conclusion as of what is the main reason behind this. I called up the News Reporter who had been reporting this news all this while. I asked him the details and what he told me made me speechless.</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> He said, " Madam, there are many infant deaths that go unreported. Daily at least 3 babies are dumped in Dustbins and they die this way.The mothers of these infants are aged between 17 - 22 years and most of them are students. This is the result of unwanted pregnancy. There is nothing much that we can do about this. Even hospital authorities know that such incidents happen but still they do not report to police because all they need is money. Only some NGO or private organisations should take care about this."</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> For the next 2 days i contacted many authorities to get more information about this. The info i gathered was even more moving.</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> Infant deaths were once reported mostly in agency areas and tribal areas. This was because they were uneducated, illiterates, poor and women there were raped by high class people and later left to their fate. Women living in tribal and agency areas were left with no option but to kill the child who was the result of adulteration & rapes. This can be justified to some extent. But as of now, such infant deaths are being reported mainly in cities and that too the age of mother is not exceeding 22 years. This is the result of unwanted pregnancy,illegitimate affairs, sleeping in the name of love to get over with pleasures, adulteration and sleeping for luxuries. </span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> Who should be blamed for this ? For sure I am not going to question Men. The total blame is on women this time. </span></i><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">What a shame on such women. How can they ever be called Mothers? </span></i><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Is this why we call our Country a place of traditions, values and morals ?</span></i><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Is this how you are supposed to kill your blood ? </span></i><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">When you know how to take care of your pleasures, don't you know to take protection ?</span></i><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Why should a baby die for your sins ?</span></i><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">When you know you are not gonna take responsibility of the baby , why cant you get aborted in the start itself? </span></i><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Wont this sin of yours haunt you for your life time? </span></i><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">We make a big scene when our finger gets cut while doing cooking. Then can't you imagine how much it pains for a baby who is being pierced, bitten and eaten by animals while they are alive ?</span></i><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> I am falling short of words now. </span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> All the so called young, educated girls who are responsible for such child deaths , please think once. When you know you are pregnant and you don't want the child, please kindly get aborted. Killing a foetus that has no life is better than killing a child who has a right to live.</span></i><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> If you can't get aborted and you give birth to a child, please do not throw them in the dustbins. Leave them in the hospital or atleast on the steps of some orphanage. For gods sake, let the child live. Do not punish the child for your mistake. There are many women who do not have children. Kindly give your child for adoption if you feel child is burden for you. Do not kill the child.</span></i><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> Its a kind request for such women who are pathetic, void of humanity and who leave a black mark on motherhood. Please let the child live.</span></i><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> As a part of my responsibility I spoke to govt authorities concerning to this department ,Women & child welfare development authority and also with few political leaders. Talks are in progress. Very soon when I am granted permission by the concerned authorities, I am planning to start an orphanage for these kids. It may take time and it may be tough. If we are able to save at least one child from dying in the dump yard, then that's what gives us a right to live.If anyone interested to join hands in this work, they are welcome. If anyone has any ideas and suggestions about this ,then please post your valuable words. </span></i><br />
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brokenwingsflythefarthesthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16119243391431242346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196246821374311319.post-85504117264323404152013-12-28T04:46:00.000-08:002013-12-28T04:46:58.204-08:00My Life Just Began<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i> 30 !!! Will be
turning 30 in a day. It is a mystery age. As I sit on my couch and think about
all these 30 years, I feel so nostalgic. Many memories
Good,bad,wonderful,painful everything that touched my life crossed my mind.
Today I realized that every moment I lived is what shaped my life and the
moments I existed were just meaningless.<o:p></o:p></i></span><br />
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knew was to study, play and grow up soon so I can be like my mother. I wanted
to look like my mom. So I used to help her in the kitchen, drape Dupatta like a
sari, comb like her, sing like her, dance like her and simply I tried to
Imitate her. Later as I grew in age , I always wanted to be like my Father. He
is my superhero and my First love. I wanted to be Strong like him, to talk like
him, to behave like him. I even tried to walk like him. I never knew those
imitations would later have a very big influence on me. I feel very proud to
say that I Inherited my Mothers loving heart and My Fathers
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Schooling with a decent percentage and the next task was to complete
Intermediate. It was a very jolly vacation for me. But I have to honestly
accept that, Intermediate taught me How people in the real world will be. I
felt like a Deer being thrown into a Lions den. Either I become their food or I
protect myself. No one is less than a Chameleon. If they need something from
you, they will shower you with fake affection. If they have to escape from any
blame, they simply point their fingers at you. WOW !!! Amazing people they are.
I learnt Less about my subjects in college and more about People and their
nature. That is the basic education I received about life. Undoubtedly the best education I got. Slowly I
started adjusting to their colors but I made sure I threw few colors back to
them. Why always be at the receiving end when you are capable of giving them
the same crap. I followed the same. At that point of time I felt what I did was
right. Later I realized, it just made me equal to them. <b><span style="color: purple;">One day my Father told
me, “ If you treat people the way they treat you, then what is the difference
between you both? Stand away from the crowd and make a place for yourself. Even
if you have to stand alone for what is right, then stand alone. People who hurt
you will repent and come back to you one day”.</span> </b>This conversation with my dad
left a deep impact on me. In a way , it changed the way I think and behave.
Thereafter even though my own friends ditched me, backstabbed me, rumored about
me… nothing had an effect on me. I preferred to stay away from the sheep herd. Cleared
Inter exams with a good percentage and its time for graduation.<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div>
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exactly I learnt what real life is. Intermediate
was just a small circus crowd. But grad college life was like a Carnival and
people I came across were more like Oscar award actors. Everyone wears a mask in
front of others. In reality they are totally different people. Sometimes I even
wondered if I ever knew those people. I never understood how people can cheat
their own parents for money, how they can steal their own siblings gold to make
cash for their luxuries, how they can use their friends personal life to
blackmail them. The biggest blow I had was when my very close friend who used
to be with me always, turned against me and rumored about me. Just to hide her
mistakes she threw dirt on me to show herself clean before others. I was
shattered and broken when I heard people talking about me.</i></span></span><span style="line-height: 115%;"><i><span style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>This
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life, whatever people speak about you behind your back will never define you.
It defines them. Only those whose hands are dirty try to throw dirt on others.
If you want to clean it every time they do so, you are just wasting your time.
No matter how many times you clean yourself, they keep on throwing. You should
be clean only for yourself, not for others. You don’t become ugly just because
someone calls you so. You become ugly when you think you are. Never let someone’s
words effect you as long as you are right in your way”.</b></span></i></span></div>
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laid foundation to my future and the way I handle situations. From then on,
there was no turning back. I never cared a jot for what people spoke about me.
But the good thing was, whoever rumored about me, came back to me and apologized.
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around, life became so beautiful. Its just like a never ending party.
Professional & personal life just rocked . Very soon Marriage bells rang.
Life was simply Picture perfect. Every frame was so beautifully designed. I
thought life ends the same way. I was totally wrong. Nothing stays forever. Each
frame started falling apart. Happiness started fading out. I felt as If I
became 60 years old. Everything drifted apart. It was as if some cyclone came
and washed my castle away. I had to deal
with the after math. I felt exhausted, crushed, crumbled, defeated, cheated,
played and ditched both emotionally & physically. Did not even had the
slightest strength to get up. May be I never wanted to get up with the fear
that I might not stand again. Everywhere I saw people talking about their family,
their children, their jobs & their success. What do I have with me to say
about? I am left with nothing. I lost
everything I had. I was once envied a lot for having the worlds happiest life.
But now iam nothing less than a laughing stock. One total year I locked up
myself in my room. It was just me, my thoughts and my darkness.<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div>
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That’s when <span style="color: #660000;"><u><b>LIFE KNOCKED MY DOOR.</b></u></span> The false crowd that surrounded me all this
while disappeared. Finally I was able to realize and recognize who my people
are. I am shocked to the core to see how few people supported me, loved me and
protected me in this period. Undoubtedly I can say, Iam rich in life because of
such wonderful friends. They filled my life with light when iam in dark. They made
me smile when tears were my only companion. They stood by me like rock support.
If I am standing today that’s definetly because of their constant efforts. The
best thing is they believed in me and my abilities even though I lost belief
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I gathered the guts to stand on my own. This time I have no fear that I might
fall. Because even before I crumble I am so sure I will pick myself up with
confidence. Even if I fall I am very sure that I shall rise. Now I started building my life with every
small brick of lesson that life taught
me. I will plaster all the gaps with the experiences I went through. I will
colour it with the memories and love of all those wonderful people who brought
smile back into my life. Iam in the process of constructing my life. It might
take time because even Rome is not built in a day. But im in no hurry. I don’t
have to prove myself to anyone. I don’t want to run to make a life. I don’t
want to match the Success-o-meter that Society set. I want to just live life
the way I want to. I am striving to fulfill my aim and gift it to my best people. For sure I will succeed
one day. Success to me is not what others define or others calculate. Success
to me is what I define for myself. </b></u></span><o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div>
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knowledge but Experiences educate you. In the past 2years I gathered
experiences that can last my life time. I remember every one who threw me down,
who picked me up, who loved me unconditionally, who supported me and who gave
me hope. These lessons will pave the way to my success. Your friends are not
those who party with you. Your friends are those who stay back after the party
and help you clean the mess. I recognized my people and I can proudly say I got
the best people in my life apart from my family. My life is worth them. Their
love and support is what gives me the strength to face all the odds even at the
darkest hour. In this way, im the most successful person alive. Success is to
have your people with you at every walk of life. And yes… <b>I AM SUCCESSFUL.</b><o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><i>The past few days have been very tiring and disturbing for me on professional front. Might be this is a sensitive issue and delicate topic I am going to write about. Might be this is a very bold decision to pen it down. They say “Pen is mightier than Sword”. Let me use my pen to let the world know how this one sentence “Just because I slept with you , doesn’t mean I love you” can be the cause of someone’s death.<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> Last week , a lady came to my clinic. She said that her husband is a paralysis patient and aske</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">d me if I could come to her house and take
a look at his condition. She looked beautiful for her age but I felt there is
some pain deep in her heart that her eyes are trying to shed out. Before we
could complete the formal talk we reached her house. As we entered the house I
felt as if I was entering some mini palace.
Everything in the house reflected the taste of Wealthy people. It is
very clear that they are rich in assets. She took me to her husbands room. What
I saw just shocked me to the core. I saw a man in his 40’s lying on bed with
paralysis and he is staring at a photo in his hands. People do get paralysis
these days but not so early in age. Analyzing the situation I felt that there
is some problem that made him go under severe stress. I started testing him. By
the time tests were over , I came to a conclusion that it was some shocking
news that made him paralyzed. Even before I finished my words I could hear
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After marriage we went to Hyderabad. My husband did Real estate business and he
earned well. We have only one daughter. She was everything to us. She was an
Engineering student and her father wanted to send her overseas for further
studies too. Being the only child we loved her a lot and we provided her
everything even before she asked. Everything was happy in our lives. One day
she came home crying. We asked her many times but she did not speak a word.
Concerned about her state, my husband called her friends and enquired as of
what happened. One of her friend told that my daughter was in love with someone
and that must be the issue. We were very worried because we never saw her in
tears. Late night she came out of her room and sat beside her father in the
sofa and started to speak. She said that she was in love with her classmate.
They were very much in love and that closeness and madness in love lead to
physical relation between them. To our shock
she revealed that she became pregnant. Out of anger my husband slapped
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daughter continued, I told him that I was pregnant. But what he said killed me
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plight we both could not control our tears too. That incident changed our lives
totally. We tried to calm down our daughter and after sometime she went into
her room. We went into our room but none of us slept. The next morning we went
to her room to wake her up. We were shocked at what we saw. Our daughter
committed suicide by hanging herself. Looking her in that state my
husband went into deep shock and got paralysis attack immediately.</i></span></div>
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Is it just this one family that lost their girl for being pregnant before
marriage??<br />
Was their girl the only daughter who was cheated in the name of love? <br />
Was she the only girl who shattered after hearing what her lover said??<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>Many girls are out there in this world who experience such
situation. But then if we think , whose fault is this? It is the fault of every
girl who allows her guy to take advantage of her. It is the fault of every guy who
takes the love of his girl for granted. It is the fault of this generation
which thinks Physical relation is the best way to express love. What the hell
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If a girl sleeps with you, that means she trusts you as her future.<br />
If a girl lets you touch her, that means she believes you love her.<br />
If a girl shares her bed with you, that means she loves you more than anything
else(even her self).<br />
Please don’t misuse her trust. You never know for who’s death you will be the
reason because you broke their heart after sleeping with them. You might be
happy for now , but for sure in future you will face the worst. A girls tears
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If a guy really loves you, he will never try to exploit you or manipulate you
to sleep with him.<br />
If a guy really loves you, he will never use you.<br />
And you please don’t send him wrong signals. <br />
You might not know what’s happening to you. Might be you are being the reason
for breaking his heart too. Heart break effects both the genders in the same
way.<br />
If you cant control your emotions, then don’t expect him to control his
emotions.<br />
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If you are reading this please just think once. You can never imagine how emotional burden it will be for a girl to
cope up with the aftermath. Not every girl will be able to leave the crap
behind and move ahead. And you will never get forgiveness for using a girl for
your cheap pleasure in the name of love. Same applies to girls too. Don’t break
a guys heart. Even you cant get away with that.<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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“<u>Is sleeping with the one you love the only way to let them know you love?” </u>or<br /><u>
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brokenwingsflythefarthesthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16119243391431242346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196246821374311319.post-53465465257727180122013-07-31T01:20:00.005-07:002013-07-31T01:20:42.364-07:00I do not want to be a Beggar my whole Life<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> Last Month I went to Chennai with my Family . From there we visited Vallankani and stayed there for 2 days. We stayed in a Hotel there. I saw a boy working in the lobby. I called him and he came. I started asking his details. His name is Manickkam. He is 12 years old. His Father left his Mother and went away with another woman 4 years back. Manickkam has a younger Brother and younger Sister. He is the Eldest son of the Family. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> I was shocked to the core. At an age of 12 years all I knew was going to school, playing with Friends and sleeping in Parents Lap. But this boy saw whole life.</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And now what should I answer him. All I said was “Manickkam I am so proud of you. You will be my inspiration from now on. I am glad I came to know you. You are already a responsible Son and Brother.</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">There is nothing I can tell you. You taught me today how to handle situations and how to live Life. Whatever you do, I am so sure you will never bow your head for money.</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> I saw a broad smile on his face. For the first time I saw how happy a person can be when he is accepted as he is. Just then Tea came. We both enjoyed for a while and when I was about to pay the Bill Manickkam winked at me and said , “ Didi, this is my canteen now. With all my 4 years earnings I started this small canteen and my Mother looks after this when I am at work. What if no one gave work to my Mother, I gave her a Canteen of her own.” </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> Tears of happiness flowed from my eyes and I hugged him. It was the best moment in recent times for me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> Now my million Dollar question is</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> “ Should we allow Child Labor or Should we encourage Child Begging?”</span></div>
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brokenwingsflythefarthesthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16119243391431242346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196246821374311319.post-29828857164440428572013-07-07T05:52:00.000-07:002013-07-07T05:52:31.244-07:00Who is your punching Bag<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> I
spend my leisure time in reading books. Recently I read a book on “Child Psychology” . I enjoyed reading it .
But then suddenly a chapter made me think. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> Rohan
is a 7 year all rounder. Recognizing his talent in boxing, his father enrolls him in a Boxing Academy
for training. He also gifts Rohan a punching bag to practice at home. Days pass
on and Rohan gets too busy with school and boxing practice. His parents give him everything that he asks
for. He hardly has any free time to
spend with his parents. He gets too tired that he can’t even concentrate on his
studies. Gradually his scores drop. As
he is unable to spend time with his parents , a relation that has to be between
them starts missing. Teachers and Parents start worrying about his education. When his parents question him or teachers confront him , Rohan silently walks
into his room closes the door behind him and starts punching the boxing bag as
long as his anger doesn’t subside. Once his anger calms down , then he becomes
normal. This becomes his routine. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> Rohan couldn’t take the blame on himself for
his failure. So he starts showing his
anger on the punching Bag and takes out his frustration. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Isn’t it the same with us ??? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">When we fail to deliver the work we are assigned …<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">When we can’t
accept reality …<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">When we can
no more bear the burden of failure…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">When we realize
that our mistake is going to cost others…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">When our life is full of confusion..<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">When we are stuck in the middle of something very important
and unable to decide..<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">When we don’t know what is going on in our life…..<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">When we know that we are no where near our destination …<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">When our dreams are
shattered …<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> Then we
start blaming others for our failures.
We start accusing others for our situation. We take out our frustration on them. We show
our anger on them. We point our fingers
at them. We show someone else as the
reason for our failures. In a way , we choose someone as our punching bag for
that moment. Don’t we??? Yes, we do…Everyone does the same. And
most of the times our punching bags are our parents and the ones who love
us. We punch them as much as we can with
our words and actions and then try to compensate with a simple “Sorry”. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> Now the question is “
Is Rohan behaving like an adult or are we behaving like Kids ?” .
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> We are very
comfortable using others as our punching
bags. But can we really afford to be someone’s punching bag? When we can’t take someone’s anger then how
can we show our frustrations on them ? IF
IT HURTS US…THEN IT WOULD HURT OTHERS TOO !!!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> You are not a
strong person when you lift weights in the gym. You are strong and a matured
person when you take responsibility for everything you do. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> Be the master of your
own emotions …not a slave !!!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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