Sorry again!

I disappeared again! And sorry for that. I was quite busy in the past one month, its the new camera that's been keeping me so, it took quite a time getting used to it and that too is just the beginning. I'll be uploading the photos soon :). And one sad news my iPhone has malfunctioned, some part on the pda doesn't respond to the touch and while typing i have to tilt it in order to get some of the alphabets!

A Truly touching song!!

I don't how many of you guys have heard the story of him or have listened to this song. Here, Chris sang about his fiancee Juliana who met an accident on October 2009. I was really touched by the story!! I never thought I'd have this kind of sympathy for a guy whom I've never heard or seen before. This is one in a million song which WORDS ARE REALLY MEANINGFUL!

Memories Reliven!!!

This was a part of our Kolkata Study Tour 2k6.

I still remember that my eyes went reddy in the evening due excessive exposure to water. I've never been to a water park at that time and that was my first, I'm pretty sure it was the first for almost all of us, you can imagine our excitement!!

Oh God!! How I miss those days!!

About the deleted(s)!

So sorry about the old post and links that i've deleted, its been a while that I hadn't had the chance to update my blog. As you can see new appearance and stuffs, i've been also working out on some customized CSS templates which I'm going to apply for the blog. So...new looks and new posts! Except for the story which I've got a lot of compliments about it. Anyways,. signing out for the time being...:) Cheers!

'Unspoken Love' My best love story!

10^th grade

As I sat there in English class, I stared at the girl next to me. She was my so called “best friend”. I stared at her long, silky hair, and wished she was mine. But she didn’t notice me like that, and I knew it.

After class, she walked up to me and asked me for the notes she had missed the day before and I handed them to her. She said “thanks” and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanted to tell her, I want her to know that don’t want to be just friends, I love her but I’m just too shy, and I don’t know why.

11^th grade

The phone rang. On the other end, it was her. She was in tears, mumbling on and on about how her love had broke her heart. She asked me to come over because she didn’t want to be alone, so I did. As I sat next to her on the sofa, I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine. After 2 hours, one Drew Barrymore, and three bags of chips, she decided to go to sleep. She looked at me, said “thanks” and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don’t want to be just friends, I love her but I’m just too shy, and I don’t know why.

Senior year

The day before Prom she walked to my locker, “My date is sick” she said; he’s not going to go, I didn’t have a date, and in 7^th grade we made a promise that if neither of us had dates , we would go together as “best friends”. So we did. Prom night, after everything was over, I was standing at her front door step! I stared at her as she smiled at me and stared at me with he crystal eyes. I want her to be mine, but she isn’t thinking of me like that, and I know it. Then she said “I had the best time, thanks!” and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want her to know that I don’t want to be just friends, I love her but I’m just too shy, and I don’t know why.

Graduation Day

A day passed, then a week, then a month. Before I could blink, it was graduation day. I watched her as her body floated like an angel up on stage to get her diploma. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn’t notice me like that, and I knew it. Before everyone went home, she came to me in her smock and hat, and cried as I hugged her. Then she lifted her head from my shoulder and said, “You’re my best friend, thanks” and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don’t want to be just friends, I love her but I’m just too shy, and I don’t know why.

A Few Years Later

Now I sit in the pews of the church. That girl is getting married now. I watched her say “I do” and drive off to her new life, married to another man. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn’t see me like that, and I knew it. But before she drove away, she came to me and said “You came!” She said “Thanks” and kissed me on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don’t want to be just friends, I love her but I’m just too shy, and I don’t know why.

Funeral

Years passed by, I looked down at the coffin of a girl who used to be my “best friend”. At the service, they read a diary entry she had wrote in her high school years. This is what it read: ‘I stared at him wishing he was mine, but he doesn’t notice me like that, and I know it. I want to tell him, I want him to know that I don’t want to be just friends, I love him but I’m just too shy, and I don’t know why. I wish he would tell me he loved me!’

“I wish I did too…..” I thought to myself, and I cried I LOVE YOU