SS 57 Common Love - Page 26

SVM, you are marvellous.
Explaining things with example. Mark of best teachers.

Originally posted by: blue5sky

First things first Nisha 👏 👏 on 800!

Truly an outstanding feat!

Coming to the update you have managed to soften Bala completely with one stroke - made him a trier who grapples with his own inabilities to provide all he desires for us family.

Reminds of Nelson Mandela's " Poverty is a disease and it can be cured". There was poetic justice I thought when I saw that up on lighted display outside Edinburgh station on my only trip there.

Grace comes with privilege. But poor Bala deserves a hug for trying. Just that his sense of self worth comes from being extremely generous to people who need it around him, sometimes ignoring the needs of those closest to him.

II ignores Ritu and her jabs because set against periappa it all too trivial. Life is a great teacher!

You are awesome because you show rather than tell!! 👏 fantastic update Nisha!! Loved it!

Most middle class people are like Bala no?
They never get credit for it, because they are told "thats how you should be"
They selflessly care for family and ache for things out of their reach, sit inside Volvo buses and look at Octavio Skoda or Toyota Camry parked next to the bus at a traffic signal and wonder when they will be able to "step down"
Or when they solemnly walk by Baskin Robbins at the Mall and watch a 5 year old push a giant bowl of triple scoop sundae making a face, while their 10 year old grapples with a bag of stale chewy popcorn, quickly switch sides so his 10 year old wont get a visual of the Rs.350 ice cream

Most do everything "right" yet feel short changed

R&B doesnt deliberately do flamboyant acts of kindness to be noticed or to be celebrated. The one that did that is long gone from his life. The ones that WANTS to do that is too hesitant about her place in his life, he is neither here nor there, but is solidly misunderstood by Appa


Edited by Nisha0604 - 8 years ago

ROULETTE

Life is a game of turns and clues some we read some we don't

A windfall at an accurate call we desire and want

To hold the turning wheel in our grasp

An alert mind perceives and makes the right sounds to hit a jackpot

To play we need not a noble heart or wit, quick thinking and smart moves the desired effect creates

A game of chance on the surface it seems

A fortune in a jiffy is builds or breaks

A mind game it is a short cut to fame lets admit requiring a form of skill and plan

Silent spectator we can choose to be watching the adroit players spar at will

Speculation in matters of money and dreams

Requires deep thinking and assessment skills however entails a great deal of risk

A roulette seems to be turned every time a momentous moment in her life II reaches

We wait and watch destiny throws up windfall or bankruptcy

 

 

 

 

Nisha! 800!! Congrats!

Ye kahani likhne wali haath aur dimaag mujhe de de Thakur! 😆

Originally posted by: EnVee

Nisha! 800!! Congrats!

Ye kahani likhne wali haath aur dimaag mujhe de de Thakur! 😆

Originally posted by: PriteeMisra

I pray yeh kahani likhne wale aur anneko hath aur dimaag Nisha ko dede Thakur. 

Nice way of looking at it. 👍🏼

Nisha I posted a publishing link on page 25, i think. do take a look. It might be of use.

Drugs & Dose

She brought her coffee up and received a text from Rakshasan, she was in the elevator to the 7th

She hit 20th when she saw his text...

"@ work?" he asked

"in the elevator"

"Busy?" he asked

"with coffee" she said

"Latte?" he asked

"Mocha" she said

"With brownie" he asked

"With choc chip cookie" she said

"who paid?" he asked

"Works in 15th" she provoked

"Doing what?"

"something high level" she made up

"washes windows?" he asked

"bas***d" she wrote

"Higher, u say?" he mocked

"Umm ya.. owns a private jet" she said smugly

"Does his last name begin with a G" he asked knowingly

She got off at 20th...

"WHY?" she asked

"Joaquin Guzman" he sent a shiny smile (the Mexican drug cartel kingpin)

"U are a jealous bas***d" she texted

Mrs Sagar's face broke into a big smile as she wandered down Exec offices


"How are u?" she asked

Gently hugging her

"I am good" she nodded, panting, texting walking thinking made her gasp

"How far along are u?" she asked

"10 weeks?" "9 weeks?" "its early" II gushed

"Tired?" she asked

"NOOO I LOVE BEING PREGNANT" II gushed

Mrs Sagar giggled and pulled a chair, she sat down and set her mocha and cookie down


"I am outside ur office" she texted

He sent a half smile

"Missing me?" he asked

"No... Mrs Sagar" she wrote
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When she returned after speaking with Imad about setting some meetings up with Ranjan and his head IT guy about Haryana and UP installations

she had another 14 emails waiting

Akka had texted her about Periappa, "his kidneys are shutting down" she had said

II let her coffee go cold as she stared at her monitor

She had never ever thought how it would be to live without Periappa
She realized how lucky Akka was, she was able to show both her kids to him, he had heard baldie cry in the next room for almost 10 weeks... he had heard baldie coo

She wanted to take him to her place for a month so Amma could go to Madurai, she had suggested that before going to Paris

Before her fight and patch up with Amma
She wondered how she would do that now

She wanted to...
she didnt know whar R&B would say

"He will get better right?" she texted Akka

Akka never responded

Between meetings and around lunch at 3 on the 5th floor community cafeteria she checked her texts there was no response from Akka

She went to dude's page

"Oru question kekkatuma?" (i have a Q)

He carefully looked up translation and sent back "Paris vareya?" he texted back (are u returning)

"Onna apdiye kadichu tinnuduven" she texted (i want to eat u up)

"Enta iattil nka iruntu toaka v"um?" (she suspected he must have typed "which place do you want to start from?)

"Idu varaikum todada idam" (a place I havent touched u thus farr" she typed, accidentally
adding an r and forgetting to close the parenthesis, as she trembled

"good grief! II" he texted
They stared at their screens because no texts were sent...

"will it be OK if I bring Periappa home? for a while?" she asked "I dont know if Appa will even allow it, but if he does will u be OK?" "I promise I will take good care of him"
"We have employed a nurse from the same agency for 18 years, they are trustworthy" "I am hoping I am able to take care of him in the evenings"

MM HAD RARE ARTIFACTS AND PRICELESS ART
BETTER BE CAREFUL
U GENIUS!!!

I PROMISE I WONT TROUBLE MAHAVIR TOO MUCH

"Enough II" he texted, warning

"Vendama?" she asked heartbroken (I shouldnt?)

He called her... she stared at the number for a good five seconds and answered huskily

Before she could say anything he spoke

"Is that what u thought I meant?" he asked gruffly

She nodded sadly

"Bring him" he said sending her love juices soaring... like mango shake filling up a juice wala's glass, she mentally planted 100 kisses on him
And then followed with... "u know its not my house" he clarified casually, injecting a dose of reality.
Her shoulders slumped wearily... her mind working overtime, as it  foggily readjusted to the truths she had put away the last two weeks in Paris

Rakshasan! Just like Motor Mouth II. Unwanted last statement.

In moment of grief you truly understand who means how much to you.



Edited by PriteeMisra - 8 years ago

Poor II unwillingly to face the reality.

Super cute dude texting in Tamil.

"u know its not my house" he clarified casually
Aiyo - did u have to say that ? You just killed her.