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(hey guyz...I'm just posting on behalf of madhu (Madhukumari) )
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Hiii guysss……..
I know most of you don't know me….
So, first let me introduce you to myself…..
Hi, m MADHU……
I just love kriyaansh and a die hard fan of them…..
M, first time ever in my life writing…
So, I just thught of writing some thing on kriyaansh……
So, guysss its an OS….
Read it,
And tell me how is it???????...
Just wish you like it……..
HERE IT STARTS……….
******FINGERS CROSSED******
I know most of you don't know me….
So, first let me introduce you to myself…..
Hi, m MADHU……
I just love kriyaansh and a die hard fan of them…..
M, first time ever in my life writing…
So, I just thught of writing some thing on kriyaansh……
So, guysss its an OS….
Read it,
And tell me how is it???????...
Just wish you like it……..
HERE IT STARTS……….
******FINGERS CROSSED******
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IMPERVIOUS TO LOVE??????
I Reyaansh singhania, always thought of myself as a strong person. Not in the physical sense of the world, but emotionally. I never quite understood what actually caused a boy to fall in love with a girl. Apart from some mild crushes, I had never really felt the pangs of love for any girl. I always believed I was impervious to love. My conservative Gujarati upbringing, along with my sensitivity towards my parent's feelings for girls who were not Gujarati-Brahmins. And, having stayed outside Gujarat for most of my teenage years, I didn't meet any girls with whom I couldn't permitted myself to fall in love .I almost prided myself on the fact that I couldn't fall in love with a girl.
Until recently.
Until recently.
The company I work required me to communicate with a client's company in Bangalore. I began chatting with one of the girls there; KRIYA GHAI. soon, high-priority work required us to call each other once in a while. She came across as a friendly girl-a dehradun girl, basically dehradun, but brought up in Mumbai. It couldn't have been more cosmopolitan upbringing. Before we knew it, we were constantly chatting each other. We would wait impatiently for our chat. Windows to produce that 'click', singling and incoming message, so we could read & reply and then wait for the next reply,& so it went on, tirelessly. And before we knew it, if no sound came, or if screen didn't blink for some time, it affected our mood. Much before we knew it, we were getting involved. Within a week of our chat, she told me that she had feelings for me.
I had not as yet thought about this. It was still under the impression that we were nothing but good friends. Years and years of self imposed restrictions had never really allowed me to look at interactions with women as anything beyond the preview of friendships. And yet I found I was drawn to her, drawn like I have never been the most exhilarating and unexpectedly pleasant experience of my life. We began talking to each other at night. But it was not just about the conversation; it was the other's presence at the end of the line that mattered. Hanging up was suddenly The most difficult thing to do in the world. And yet I continued to hold on desperately to the belief that I hadn't fallen in love with a girl who was not a Gujarati. I was still trying to assure myself into. And yet, there was a desire to be wanted, to be loved by someone other than your parents and family.
During the course of our last-night conversation, I failed to tell her unequivocally how I felt about her. Perhaps I hadn't decided. Perhaps I was overcautious. Perhaps I wasn't ready for commitment just yet. But I made her say the same thing scores of times, and she did repeat it, without expectations. Each time her words tingled my skin. And yet, I didn't realize how selfish I was being, making her profess the affirmation repeatedly. With each statement, I was plunging her in a deep valley, from which I myself would not be able to rescue her.
Then I told her a whole lot of things about my tastes, talents and women friends. She then realized she was different, different from the kind of girl I was looking for. She developed the-incorrect-idea that I was someone better than her, more talented than her, and that I deserved a better girl than she. so, she decided to break it all on her own. She gracefully accepted the fact that it was not necessary for me to fall for her just because she had fallen for me.
She came to my life like a whirlwind. In a matter of a week, she made me realize I was not IMPERVIOUS TO LOVE and these feelings could enter my fortress irrespective of caste, religion and other barriers I gad build for myself. She pulverized the castle of my pride to dust with her gentle voice and friendly demeanor. She taught me that the character of a person is revealed not when relationships and differences and the loss of the first lover of her life that made her a much better person than I was.
I'M JEALOUS OF HER…….
YES, I REYAANSH SINGHANIA IS JEALOUS OF KRIYA GHAI……..
I'M JEALOUS OF HER…….
YES, I REYAANSH SINGHANIA IS JEALOUS OF KRIYA GHAI……..
She had the courage to accept the situation and get to a depth of love without bothering about the consequences. She was brave enough to go right under the waterfall of LOVE. I stood at the shore and dampened my feet with water.
I WAS THE LOSER ON BOTH COUNTS….
I LOST MY PRIDE
AND
I M BEREFT OF HER LOVE AS WELL……….
*******************THE END************************
I WAS THE LOSER ON BOTH COUNTS….
I LOST MY PRIDE
AND
I M BEREFT OF HER LOVE AS WELL……….
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So guyyysss………
How was it??????...
Liked it???????...
DO TELL ME….
AND JUST HIT LIKE BUTTON IF YOU LIKED IT……..
AND IF YOU DIDN'T…….
THEN M REALLY SORRY…….
DO TELL ME YOUR VIEWS……..
CHAPPAL\JHUTTAS\SUGGESTIONS…..ALL R WELCOMED….
How was it??????...
Liked it???????...
DO TELL ME….
AND JUST HIT LIKE BUTTON IF YOU LIKED IT……..
AND IF YOU DIDN'T…….
THEN M REALLY SORRY…….
DO TELL ME YOUR VIEWS……..
CHAPPAL\JHUTTAS\SUGGESTIONS…..ALL R WELCOMED….
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