The Other Side(AK).part 3. 6/5/13. pg3 - Page 2

Hello,

U noe i love leaps so there will be one in this too bt nt for 3 more parts. 3 parts are for the characters to mature and after that their is going to be one big twist.

Part 3 coming up on Wednesday.

Love,
Anshu

Originally posted by: ...anshu...

Hello,

U noe i love leaps so there will be one in this too bt nt for 3 more parts. 3 parts are for the characters to mature and after that their is going to be one big twist.

Part 3 coming up on Wednesday.

Love,
Anshu

I will be waiting here.Love u Anshu.

3. Dilemma of an unemployed single

In this big wide world, you have only a few close friends. You feel terribly alone when those few friends whom you considered your partners for life, start pairing up while you remain stubbornly single. When those weekly phone calls, become monthly and after some time stop coming. You miss your old lifestyle and you miss the people with whom you once shared everything.

This makes you more miserable if you are unemployed and are not involved in anything productive. But the tragedy is that nobody knows and nobody cares.

Everybody is of the opinion that there is someone special for everyone, someone who is made for them. But in search for that someone special, how many frogs do you have to kiss and does the same applies for the job made for you. I was left wondering the same. Alone, jobless with nobody to share my thoughts with, will I end up taking some wrong decisions, was a constant worry.

I had almost forgotten about the stranger I met on my birthday. Almost, but not quite. Naina, my best friend reminded me of him often. She was the one who stuck with me through thick and thin from high school to MBA. But a distance of 1400 kilometers can make talking daily a little difficult. It doesn't stop her though. She mentions the stranger, the first male to make me feel uncomfortable at least twice in our weekly conversations. Though it is impossible for our paths to cross, since I met him in Delhi and now I am in my hometown, Indore.

I didn't imagine the tryst destiny had planned for me.

When you are miserable and depressed, shopping is the best therapy. Shoe shopping is the perfect cure when you are feeling the blues. If you have a valid reason for browsing all the shoe shops, than you don't have to feel guilty about the same.

I was searching for velvety pink bellies which will go with the dress I planned to wear at my friend's wedding. When you are a shoe fanatic, you expect to find perfect shoes for your outfit. I often wonder if I could make my own shoes. I should have specialized in shoe making because they are my eternal love. But alas, fate intervened and I became a human resource executive.

The mall was especially crowded today. It was rumored that a singer Angad Khanna was in town. People expect celebrities to make an appearance in famous places when they are in town. A crowd had gathered for catching a single glimpse. I don't have any idea, who Angad Khanna is. I don't follow Indie music. But a crowd made your life difficult when you are searching for the perfect shoes.

Before facing the crowd once again to get to one of the shoe shops on the other side of aisle, I needed something cold to drink. I made my way towards McDonald's to get a smoothie when I felt as if somebody was looking at me.

Ignoring the tingles down my neck, I ordered an orange smoothie with a brownie and ice-cream. I sat on one of the benches around one of the many pillars outside McDonald. The crowd was increasing by the minute. Sometimes anonymity can be a great asset. I pitied the singer who had no personal life of his. When nobody knows you, the responsibilities are much lesser than when you are popular.

These thoughts were on my mind when, someone sidled next to me. As the mall was crowded and space was limited I didn't pay any attention my neighbor.

When my mini snack break got over, I tried to stand to find my stole trapped. When I tried to release it by pulling it, it did not budge. Finally I turned towards the pillar to see my neighbor holding the stole. I could not see his eyes as he was wearing a cap and his eyes were covered with shades, but there was something familiar about him. I could still feel the tingling on my neck. That's when it hit me, he was my stranger from the club.

hey,

thnx to all the readers of pyaar impossible for the support and comments and likes throughout the story, special thnx to pallika without whom i would have dropped that one.

as for this one here is a new chapter...btw the mystery behind the message will be out shortly.

Anshu

So Wonderful update Anshu.The starting part is really true.Love it .SoKripa is crazy about shoes.I guess Kripa's stranger is Angad.Wow so curious to read next part.Thnx for this amazing part.

Very nice story...👏

part 3
nice part dear...
cont soon...