http://critic.net http://blogsiteslist.com Short Love Stories: June 2014

Monday 30 June 2014

Love Shayari#11

Bs Khuda ko ehsaas krwana tha
Tuje paane ki koshis toh Kbhi bhi nahi ki thi 
K rooh ko nahi Surat ko pyaar krti hai duniya
Ye baat meri bilkul sahi thi

Sunday 29 June 2014

Love Shayari #10

Samne hi kharhi thi Voh
Par Kuch Keh na paya
Mera dil Masoom tha
Reh na paya
Akhir mein jutta li puri Himmat
Kuch Kehne ki
Par is baar Meri Nazar ko Vo na dikhi
Na dikha meri rooh ko uska saya

Love quote #25

Love is
.
.
When you destroy all your dreams for better future of you and your partner
-Anonymous

Story Of a PhotoFame (Chapter 1)

                                                   Story of a Photo Frame                
Chapter 1
Why people disturb some one who is in deep sleep.The one who is sleeping must be dreaming,must be thinking about his future,must be finding the ways to customize the rest of his life.Everyone loves to sleep but I don't know why we all hate seeing some person calmly sleeping.The one of the best example of the person who hates to see someone sleeping is my DEAR FATHER.
The office timing is 9:00 A.M .But he wakes me up at 6:30 saying "get up son we are getting late".Someone please tell them that there is still 150 minutes left.And one more thing ,after getting up 6:30 and after getting ready at sharp 8:30 when I say him
"Dad eat quick ,we are getting late"
The answer is "Dhroov there is so much time left ,don't panic"
Yes My name is Dhroov and the person I was talking about is my only best person in the whole world.Yes ,He is the only .I Should haven't said only .There is someother person also who is my best,but that person is not in the world anymore.My second best person was my mother ,but she passed away when I was 3 yrs old.From then and now,My father is my everything.
Life was passing smoothly just like a breeze of wind passing through a tunnel.

One Tuesday Morning when me and my father was busy cooking food in our small kitchen ,sound of the doorbell of our house reached our ears.
"Wait ,Let me see who is on the door" I said
When I opened the door,there was a postman.
He asked me "whether Mr. Suresh Mehta lives here?"
I said "Yes he is my father,tell me .Is there any letter or courier for him ?"
He said "Yes ,Sir There It is .Sign here ."
He handed over me " a letter with a covered rectangular shaped box"
When I fipped the box to see the other side of the box to check the name of the sender.I got to know ,It was sent by some Mr.Faizal Mishtri (From Pune).
After reading that name. I yelled "Dad there is a letter for you from some Mr.Faizal Mishtri of Pune.Do you know him?"
He came running from the kitchen and asked me "Is this sent by Faizal?"
I said "Yes dad,Some Faizal Mishtri ,Do you know him? Is He some one of your old friends?"
Dad with a big smile on his face replied "Yes,Me and and Faizal were best friend from the starting days of our College.We studied together in the same college in 1980 batch .He is one of my best friend.But as soon as our degree completed we got busy in our daily life and couldn't able to find time to meet each other "
I said "Woww,He still remembers you"
He replied "I am astonished too. I thought He must have forgotten me .But the thing is how he got my adress?"
I said "Leave it dad, he must have got it from somewhere.By the way ,Best friends crawl with you till death."
He said "Okay ,okay now read the letter quick .I am very excited to hear .What he have written"
I said "Hold your excitement till the evening ,the time is 8:25 .Aren't we going to Office today ? We haven't even cook the food"
He said "Oh no,where the hell your brain was? We are getting late ,get ready quick."
I said "Plzzz Dad ..not again"
After that ,we got busy getting ready for office and just before leaving the house .we thought about the letter.We were confused whether to take that letter to office or not .At end we decided  ,we will read it just after coming home at evening.
Whole of our day passed waiting for the evening.After reaching home,the first thing we did is reading that letter briefly:

            Dear Suresh,
                                Do you remember me? This is your old friend Faizal.You remember 1980 batch?
            That class of the B.R. Ambedkar college.There were two muskuteers in that class who were
            always found outside the class staring girls.Hows you my friend? 25 years ,my friend.Long
            time passed.No class bunks, No Races for winning a free cup of Tea and Samosa,No Long Night
            outs,everthing we missed these years.Just living a busy boring schedule of a daily life.Home to office
            and office to home.Hows your life going? Sorry was not able to attend your marriage.I Even forgot               to wish you .But this time,I haven't forgotten .Happy Marriage Anniversary my dear Friend .I have                 also sent  a gift for you beloving couple.Hope you enjoying your life.I always remember you and                   those days.I should stop writing now,otherwise I would cry.Once again,A very Happy Marriage                   Anniversary.
            Take Care
            Faizal

After Reading that Letter,dad was litteraly crying.Suddenly Dad outbursted in anger and said "This stupid Faizal have written this letter just with an intention to make me cry.No contact number,No e-mail Id.No try to plan and meet .He have written this just to make me cry"
I said"Don't get dis-heartened Dad.I will find him and make you both meet.Don't get dis-heartened please.But the thing is that He wished you happy Anniversary.But your anniversary passed 2months ago.Must be this letter is late delivered.God bless "Indian Post""

When I was trying to change Dad's dis-heartened mood.He was uncovering the covered gift and Guess what! he found a beautiful photoframe in it.He stood and left for his room and came back after few minutes with dozen of old photos .He got busy finding the best photo that would suit the frame.
Finally,He selected Mom's photo as best suiting the frame.He placed the frame on the table and started remember his old beautiful days.I thought It will be better to leave him alone with his memories rather than disturbing him with stupid questions.
After that day, days started passing like they used to pass in the past.
Months passed and the Faizal Uncle's letter reached its right position that was the blue secret file of my Dad in the locker of the almirah.I also forgot gathering information about Faizal Uncle and my promise to Dad that I will make them meet as soon as possible .
But through these Months I noticed that Dad had added one more task to his daily routine.That task was to clean the photoframe regularly with a proper defined white clothe piece.That photoframe with my mother's photo on it became special part of my dad's life.

One night ,just when I was going to have some sleep.Ring of our telephone made Dad yell "Dhroov Pick up the phone,I am taking shower"
When I picked up the phone "It was Amrit on the other side of phone.He invited me and Dad specialy for his marriage in Lucknow Next week "
Amrit was my collegue from office.He knew Dad very well .Although We can say I know Amrit through Dad.

We both took leave from office for next full week and the day when we were packing for going Lucknow in the evenning train .I saw Dad was packing the photo frame with himself in the bag .I am not less than a detective in my home.
At Sharp 2 hours before the boarding time .
Dad said "Come quick outside with carry bags ,I have closed all the doors and windows ,I am going to get a taxi for the station"
I said "Okay" .But when I with carry bags was going out of my house to lock the door.I saw the photoframe that Dad packed with his bags through window on the table.

We boarded the train on time .When the train departed from the station ,I asked Dad "Whether Why He had left the photo frame at the home when he packed it already"
He said in a soft voice that "the frame is made of glass ,it can be aparted into pieces during the journey If I would not be able to handle it carefully,so I left it at home "
I said "Okay than its okay"
After than we started passing our time with little chats and snaps.After a long travel of 10 hours we reached Lucknow 20 minutes delay from the original time.Amrit was waiting for us at the station to recieve us and give a special welcome.
We after meeting Amrit reached taxi outside at the station's parking.Lucknow is a very busy city .One of the oldest city of India.It took 20 minutes to reach Amrit's home which is just 2 km from the station due to traffic.
As soon as we reached his home ,we got a warmth welcome from Amrit's Family.I and Amrit got busy in Mariage arrangement and Dad got companions to talk with.
Till the night ,next to which  Marriage day was going to be raise .Me with Amrit's relatives handled every event smoothly.That night I ,Amrit and some of his cousin brother were boozing to celebrate and enjoy the moment.
Amrit's Brothers were fully done with half bottle of whiskey each.They started singing in loud voices.Amrit and me drinked but controlled ourself.To make the loud voices of brothers not be heard by other relatives,he switched on the TV and set the volumes high.All the room was now filled with a voice of a reporter on the TV.There was a breaking news on that TV news Channel that that Reporter was conveying.
"A Huge Dust Strome would be hitting  Baroda and areas near it tonight according to the weather report"
I said in a high voice "Baroda ,Our town!".I started worrying a little about our house there.
Seeing my worried face ,Amrit said "Don't worry Dhroov,Everything would be fine.This strome gonna fuss out as quick as it come.Don't worry"
I smiled to show Amrit that I accept his concern for me .But I was really worried .So
I said"Excuse me ,please I will be back in 10 minutes"
Amrit 's Brother said "Ya Sure "
And I left the room to meet dad in the other room gossiping with the relatives.
I ran towards him and asked "whether He had closed all the doors and windows perfectly ?"
He said " What happened?"
I said " There is a breaking news that a huge dust strome would hit our city Baroda tonight"
He not much taking it seriously said "Don't worry ,All doors are closed perfectly"
I said "okay" and left to join the booze part with Amrit
After about 30 minutes ,Someone knocked our door .It was Dad ,he called me and said that "I mistakenly left one window opened"
I said " Don't worry ,situation is under controlled according to new weather reports.Its saying the speed of dust strome is gradually decreasing.So go and get some sleep,meet you tommorrow"
He said " Good night" and left.

Marriage passed beautifully with everything nicely done.We were finally at the Lucknow station .I was carrying the bags and Dad was carrying two boxes of sweet given by Amrit's family as Shagun.But this time ,Amrit was not there to drop us as He was busy in after-marriage rituals.We left for Baroda station after meeting the relatives of Amrit who came to drop us.
At sharp 6:10 A.M. we reached Baroda station and felt relief after such a beautifull but long journey.While we were placing bags in the pocket of taxi ,we both noticed a devasting change in the city surrounding.While we were seeing Damaged boundary walls of houses,fallen trees and sullen atmosphere outside the window of moving taxi and thinking about the condition of our house in colony near to the station colony,taxi driver started saying "God bless our city and people,Its all because of last night dust strome".We were astonished by the view of city after the storm.

But just the moment when taxi driver took a round about to enter our colony road,we took a breathe of relief.Only few trees were fallen here ,no damage to any property or houses made us a little happy.
When I was negotiating with the taxi driver for the fare, a loud voice Of Mr.Sharma made us look behind.He was wishing us "Good Morning".

Dad started talking to Sharma Uncle about the Storm and I after paying the fare of taxi entered our home sweet home.
Each corner of every room was filled with dust as Dad mistakenly left a window opened.As I was tired,I decided to have a shower.When after few minutes Dad entered .I only heard his voice "Why you did it ? Who said you to do it Dhroov?"
I replied " What I did ? I  haven't done anything.What happened ?"
As soon as I came after shower.Dad was sitting there in front of that photoframe.
I asked "What happened ,Dad?"
He said "Cleaning it is my task ,why you cleaned this photoframe?
I said " I haven't cleaned it Dad,I sware I haven't"
He replied "Then who did it ,In this room on every little thing,there is a thick layer of dust .How it is cleaned ?"
I said " Sorry dad,but I really don't know"
He said "Its okay,may be dust might have not reached it"
I somehow was also thinking ,If I haven't done it and Dad also haven't done it .Then How it is cleaned?
We assumed our own views and ignored it .
And after doing rest for 2 hours ,we both together cleaned the whole house to make it living worthy.

Next day,after coming from office .I came and sat on the sofa. Just when I was going to get some water to drink,I unknowingly noticed that photoframe.The photo in the frame is changed.At first I thought ,Dad would had chnged it .But then I thought Dad left today earlier than me and at morning it was not changed
                                                                                           
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Saturday 28 June 2014

Love quote #24

Love is not something SPECIAL.Its that ordinary thing which makes "the person who is using it as a tool for making others happy" feels SPECIAL
-Anonymous

Love quote #23

Being in Love is no more a special case,it has become a daily incident from the day I met you
-Anonymous

Friday 27 June 2014

Love Shayari #9

Tujhe yaad karna bhi ab to dil ka dhadkna sa
ban gya h,
Pata hi nahi zindagi sanso se chal rahi h ya
teri yaado se
-By Mahi

Thursday 26 June 2014

Short Love Story #12 (A Story by Margo Polo)

The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn't already know. I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder. I turned around to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me with a smile that lit up her entire being.

She said, "Hi handsome. My name is Rose. I'm eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?"

I laughed and enthusiastically responded, "Of course you may!" and she gave me a giant squeeze. "Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?" I asked.

She jokingly replied, "I'm here to meet a rich husband, get married, have a couple of children, and then retire and travel."

"No seriously," I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age.

"I always dreamed of having a college education and now I'm getting one!" she told me.

After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate milkshake. We became instant friends. Every day for the next three months we would leave class together and talk nonstop. I was always mesmerized listening to this "time machine" as she shared her wisdom and experience with me. Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends wherever she went. She loved to dress up and she reveled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up.

At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet. I'll never forget what she taught us. She was introduced and stepped up to the podium. As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her three by five cards on the floor. Frustrated and a little embarrassed, she leaned into the microphone and simply said, "I'm sorry I'm so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is killing me! I'll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell you what I know."

As we laughed she cleared her throat and began:

"We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing. There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success."

"You have to laugh and find humor every day."

"You've got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die. We have so many people walking around who are dead and don't even know it!"

"There is a huge difference between growing older and growing up. If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don't do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old. If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I will turn eighty-eight. Anybody can grow older. That doesn't take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding the opportunity in change."

"Have no regrets. The elderly usually don't have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those with regrets."

She concluded her speech by courageously singing "The Rose." She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives.

At the year's end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those years ago. One week after graduation Rose died peacefully in her sleep. Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to the wonderful woman who taught by example that it's never too late to be all you can possibly be.

Remember:
--Growing older is mandatory, growing up is optional!

--Follow Your Dreams, and remember to buy Roses for your Grandma!

Short Love Story #11 (A Reason to Smile)

One day when I was looking outside my bed room's window.I saw something very interesting.Our new neighbours which arrived last night was cleaning their garden.The Lady of the Family was planting some flowers on the boundary of Garden and the man of the family with the help of grass cutter was cutting the grass to make it uniform.But the most intersting part was the Child of the family.That child about 3 yrs old,1/4th the size of his dad was pushing his dad from behind with full effort like he is only who is making the grass cutting machine move .Although his effort was not effecting a inch in the movement of that machine .But seeing that effort his father and mother was smiling.In love ,the effect of your effort doesn't matter .The thing that matter is your effort.
Love is not something special.It is that ordinary thing that make the person who feel it special .Give others a reason to smile and in return you will be awarded with love only.

Wednesday 25 June 2014

Love Shayari #8

Khwaaish Uski bhi Vahi thi
Meri bhi  vahi thi
Bs fark itna sa tha
Vo mujhe khush chahti thi
Aur mein Khud ko

Tuesday 24 June 2014

What is Love (Love quote #22)

“Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get — only with what you are expecting to give — which is everything.”
-Anonymous

Monday 23 June 2014

Love Shayari #7

Mere diye Gullab mein bhi tumhein kante nazar agye
Tere diye kanton mein bhi mein mehak dhoondta raha

Love Shayari #6

Tera hi Naam likhta gya Har us panne pe
Jo bhi mila jo bhi mila
Tera hi Naam japta gya Har us kone mein
Jo bhi mila jo bhi mila
Tujhe kho kar bhi mein tujhe pa gya
Kiunki mujhe toh sirf
Tu hi mila tu hi mila

Saturday 21 June 2014

Short Love Story #10( Love Story Of A Rose)

There were two roses .One being Red and other being White.One Day the White Rose in anger said to the Red Rose
"Why Everyone Love you more than me ? Why you are more important and costlier than me? I am also beautiful like you than Why you presented as the symbol of Love and not me ?"
Red Rose Smiled and replied
"Long years ago ,My grand grandfather with his white Rose friend used to reside together in a garden.They were really good friends.He loved his friend so much.But the day ,the human got an idea to present his lover a rose.The human came in garden and got confused between my Grandpa(Red Rose) and his friend (White Rose) to pluck which colored Rose for his lover.Both Roses were sleeping,but hearing the sound of feets of human ,my grandpa awakened.Seeing the human going to pluck the White Rose (His friend), to save his friend's life my grandfather detached himself and made him fall on the ground near human's feet .When Human noticed the Red rose at ground.He picked it and presented it to his lover.This saved the life of That white Rose .From that Day "The most plucked Flower is RED ROSE" which became the symbol of love."

After hearing the reply of Red Rose.White Rose replied
"I Love you Mr.LOVE.You all red one are heroes of Love"

Even A rose is doing his work for your Love .Respect his sacrifice.Be Happy,Be in LOVE.

-Sukhdeep

Friday 20 June 2014

Love quote #21

"Being in Love is not important ,But being happy in Love is definitely Important"
-Anonymous

Short Love story #9

I was sitting in my living room with mobile in my hands .I was remembering the old moments by viewing her pics .Suddenly my mom entered the room and after noticing me she came toward me and flewed away the honey bee which should have bitten me on the ear .
While she was leaving the room she smiled and said "son , you are in love " 


Short Love Story #8


It was late 1970 in Mumbai.His name was Shourya.He had a PEN PAL friend called Simran from Punjab. Not like these days, that era used only postal mails to contact each others. That’s why they call those long distance friends as “Pen Pals”. Shorya and Simran exchanged mails and pictures for years. But they never talked even by a Telephone. It’s because, Telephone was a High Luxury Item for Indians in that era. very limited people had Telephones.

Eventually they fall in love. Shorya was from a middle class family, he hadn’t money to visit Punjab. Simran was a student. Neither, she didn’t earn money yet. But she promised to come to Mumbai one day for visit at Shourya, as soon as possible, when she is able to do so.

Time passed, their love was matured day after day and they were in such a romance. They lived happily with their hopes and dreams of near future. One day Shourya did post a post card that saying…

My dear Simran,

“I’m going to visit RAJMACHI FORT near Lonavala with my friends. I Hope if you were here too, with me. With all my love”.

Your Loving Shourya.

Actually it is not just a visiting place .It is a very famous fort located near two famous hills of Maharashtra, Lonavala and Khanadala. They left for the Trekking in one fine morning. It begins to dark when they arriving the site. After they had supper, started to trekk. They were trekking for hours without a rest. It was almost about to dawn, when they got their first rest. But still dark was around and was a thick mist. So they thought to sit for a while. Everybody sat on somewhere they could find in the dark and Shourya went to call of nature nearby there.

He amazed what he saw there. It was Simran; she was in serene white plain saree .Even he never met Simran live before, he recognized her in a blink of an eye

“My goodness Simran, you are here…Gosh…I was thinking about you all the way…”

“Yes I’m...”

“Why…why didn’t you tell me that you were coming to Mumbai... even I posted a Card that I'm coming here…did you find that? I did it five days before I come here”.

“No I didn’t …So Shourya…I met you at last… my love!!!”

“Simran… you came alone here? Where is the rest of your people? You know? My friends are over there, come…” while speaking he moved to touch her hand….

But…. She disappeared in to the thick dark mist. He looked around…but he couldn’t find her. she vanished without any trace. He could see only dark with the mist. He couldn’t understand what he saw. So he thought, it may be an illusion, because he was thinking about her all day long. Hence he didn’t tell anything to his friends there. But he was pretty sure; she addressed him as “So Shourya…I met you at last… my love!!!”

Shourya arrived home after two days, His mother kept a Telegram in his hand.

Dear Shourya,

“Simran Expired due to terrible car accident. I’m so sorry”
Simran's loving friend, Mannu.

.There is so much to love...so many reasons to laugh...If Shourya and Simran can find their LOve through Postcards...Y CANT U?

Short Love Story #7

7th August,2004 It was the day of my marriage.I don't know why on the day of marriage even a normal person with not so much value and importance become the only concern for every one .Every one wants to get clicked on camera with that person whom they never even thought of sitting with .Why that innocent person is made to sit in front of loads of people on the stage like a Showpiece.
Yes,this is the way a marrige in arranged in Punjab.
On that beautiful day , my new life was going to be started.But things were kind a bit different.Earlier that day, when we used to plan some outing with the help of her friends ,things were beautiful and natural.
(Yes ,It was a Love marriage )
But,as the things were going on,it didn't seem beautifull to me excluding some moments like when she was sitting beside me in gurudwara sahib wearing a red lehnga and when under a phulkari we reached the stage by holding each other's hand .These few moments were beautiful but rest of the moments seemed so much artificial. I with my beautiful lady , was made to sit in front of crowd like showpieces for hours . Cameraman in front of us was clicking thousands of pictures with different relatives of both sides standing right behind our chairs on stage . I was feeling a bit low ,beacause in our past when we used to meet,we used to fight,laugh ,see in each other's eyes,and many more beutifull things.But on our most important day of life we were sitting like two cartoon silently who were like not allowed to talk otherwise photo will not be good . And, by the way,how two persons will talk when so many people in their front are continously staring them with full concentration and gossiping about their looks.
I hade been to so many marriages in past,but stupid ME never ever realized the anxiety of couple sitting on that stage for hours.I had never thought the couple sitting there would be so much unhappy because they even can't see each other.I knew , I have rest of my life to see her,talk to her ,love her .But ,my heart was saying....

"Preet , Gagan is sitting beside you on the chair.....and from a dozen of weeks you haven't met her..you haven't got any chance to see her properly..why are you sitting numb ..talk to her and say those little pretty things that made her laugh and fell in love with you...go ahead preet"

After few minutes with a face in the direction of people and relatives which were coming to congratulate us for happy married life,I tried to start a conversation by saying
"Hello Gagan"

She too replied with her face toward people
"Hi...Pree"

But as she was completing her sentence,her younger sister Kirat interferred by saying
"Mr.Preet ,my sister gonna be yours but you have to wait a more few hours .So keep quite and after all this marriage stuff.... talk freely.Thank you"

That was the only conversation between us on that day.Finally a big smile came on my face as all the boring stuffs were over and we were now a married couple and was going with her back to our home -My village Dasuya.
Due to so many rituals and other things which is done at the arrival of newly married couple ,I forgot to discuss about the day with Gagan

But few weeks after the day of marriage .I was having a look at the marriage pictures although that day i was not enjoying it.I noticed something in photos.
In our stage photos ,She was sitting beside me very calm and making same pose everytime with a diffent persons of our relation behind us.And on the other side I was sitting there with a fake smile .

I asked her "How you was so calm and happy ,you was not excited to talk to me ? You don't love me? You didn't wanted to see me ?"
She replied in a soft voice"I was too excited to talk to you,but I was happy beacuse I was with you.I was enjoying that moment of silence too because we never sit silent"

That day I realized the love is conditionless..and her love for me was UNLIMITED and mine one limited .I deserve her but she deserve a better "Preet"

LOVE DONT ASK WHAT IS THE SITUATION OR CONDITION?
LOVE CAN PREVAIL EVEN BETWEEN A BLIND EYE AND DEAF EAR

Short Love Story #6

I went to a stationary shop to buy a pen for my exam. When I was returning from the shop after buying the pen , a little girl about 7 years old came running toward me and said

"Uncle,there is your 5 rupees .My father cheated you,the pen you bought of 10 rupee actually worth 5 rupees only "

I laughed on her innocency and replied

"your father didn't cheated me .I gave him extra 5 rupees for giving birth to you,little angel "

And she smiled

Wednesday 18 June 2014

Love quote #20

"If you Truly Love.You gotta love like you've never been hurt"
- Anonymous

Love quote #19

" Do you ever put your arms out and spin and spin and spin? Well that's what love is like. Everything around you tells you to stop before you fall, but you just keep going"
-Anonymous

Love quote #18


"Don't marry a person you can live with Marry someone you cannot live without"
-Anonymous

Love quote #17


Sometimes we must get hurt in order to grow, we must fail in order to know
-Anonymous

Love quote #16

love is like onion when you peel it you feel like crying
-Anonymous

Love quote #15

if loving u only exist in the dream,dont wake me up
-Anonymous

Love quote #14

Love can sometime act like a switch, whenever you close your eyes you can feel more of its intensity and when ever you open your eyes you're distracted by society.
-Anonymous

Love quote #13

Love is nothing but a misunderstanding between the two idiots
-Anonymous
 

Love quote #12

Love is like two people pulling a rubber band... If one let it go ,,, it hurt the one who held on...!! If you "LOVE" truely,you will "DIE" daily...!
-Anonymous

Love Quote #11

It hurts to love someone and not be loved in return. But what is more painful is to love someone and never find the courage to let that person know how you feel
-Anonymous

Love quote #10

Love can make you do amazing things that you did not think were possible!
-Anonymous

Love Shayari #5

Kuch khaas Tha vo pal
jb vo mujhe mili thi
Mere labhon ki Hassi
Uske Labhon pe Khili thi
Khille huya gulaab ki bhi
Mehak us mein mili thi
Mere labhon ki hassi
Uske labhon pe khili thi

Tuesday 17 June 2014

Love quote #9

"When you miss someone so much, one day feels as large as three years "
-Chinese Idiom

Short Love Story #5

7th August,2004 It was the day of my marriage.I don't know why on the day of marriage even a normal person with not so much value and importance  become the only concern for every one .Every one wants to get clicked on camera with that person whom they never even thought of sitting with .Why that innocent person is made to sit in front of loads of people on the stage like a Showpiece.
Yes,this is the way a marrige in arranged in Punjab.
On that beautiful day , my new life was going to be started.But things were kind a bit different.Earlier that day, when we used to plan some outing with the help of her friends ,things were beautiful and natural.
(Yes ,It was a Love marriage )
But,as the things were going on,it didn't seem beautifull to me excluding some moments like when she was sitting beside me in gurudwara sahib wearing a red lehnga and when under a phulkari we reached the stage by holding each other's hand .These few moments were beautiful but rest of the moments seemed so much artificial. I with my beautiful lady , was made to sit in front of crowd like showpieces for hours . Cameraman in front of us was clicking thousands of pictures with different relatives of both sides standing right behind our chairs on stage . I was feeling a bit low ,beacause in our past when we used to meet,we used to fight,laugh ,see in each other's eyes,and many more beutifull things.But on our most important day of life we were sitting like two cartoon silently who were like not allowed to talk otherwise photo will not be good . And, by the way,how two persons will talk when so many people in their front are continously staring them with full concentration and gossiping about their looks.
I hade been to so many marriages in past,but stupid ME never ever realized the anxiety of couple sitting on that stage for hours.I had never thought the couple sitting there would be so much unhappy because they even can't see each other.I knew , I have rest of my life to see her,talk to her ,love her .But ,my heart was saying....

"Preet , Gagan is sitting beside you on the chair.....and from a dozen of weeks you haven't met her..you haven't got any chance to see her properly..why are you sitting numb ..talk to her and say those little pretty things that made her laugh and fell in love with you...go ahead preet"

After few minutes with a face in the direction of people and relatives which were coming to congratulate us for happy married life,I tried to start a conversation by saying 
"Hello Gagan"

She too replied with her face toward people
"Hi...Pree"

 But as she was completing her sentence,her younger sister Kirat interferred by saying
"Mr.Preet ,my sister gonna be yours but you have to wait a more few hours .So keep quite and after all this marriage stuff.... talk freely.Thank you"

That was the only conversation between us on that day.Finally a big smile came on my face as all the boring stuffs were over and we were now a married couple and was going with her back to our home -My village Dasuya.
Due to so many rituals and other things which is done at the arrival of newly married couple ,I forgot to discuss about the day with Gagan

But few weeks after the day of marriage .I was having a look at the marriage pictures although that day i was not enjoying it.I noticed something in photos.
In our stage photos ,She was sitting beside me very calm and making same pose everytime with a diffent persons of our relation behind us.And on the other side I was sitting there with a fake smile .

I asked her "How you was so calm and happy ,you was not excited to talk to me ? You don't love me? You didn't wanted to see me ?"
She replied in a soft voice"I was too excited to talk to you,but I was happy beacuse I was with you.I was enjoying that moment of silence too because we never sit silent"

That day I realized the love is conditionless..and her love for me was UNLIMITED and mine one limited .I deserve her but she deserve a better "Preet"

LOVE DONT ASK WHAT IS THE SITUATION OR CONDITION?
LOVE CAN PREVAIL EVEN BETWEEN A BLIND EYE AND DEAF EAR

Love quote #8

One Day you will not be able to measure your own success and you will find people to HELP you measure it.
But the only HELP you will find is Nothing,because earler in life you had choosen Materials instead of PEOPLE as your companion.
-Anonymous

Monday 16 June 2014

Short Love Story #4 (TRUE STORY OF LAILA-MAJNU)

Qays ibn al-Mulawwah was just a boy when he fell deeply in love with Layla Al-Aamiriya.  He was sure of this love on the very first day he laid his eyes upon her at maktab (traditional school).  He soon began to write beautiful love poems about Layla and he would read them out loud on street corners to anybody who would care to listen.  Such passionate displays of love and devotion caused many to refer to the boy as Majnun, meaning madman.

One day, Majnun found the courage to ask Layla’s father for his daughter’s hand in marriage, but her father refused the request.  Such a marriage, the father reasoned, would only cause a scandal.  It would not be proper for his daughter to marry a person whom everybody called a madman.  Instead, Layla was promised to another – an older man from a neighbouring village.

Majnun was overcome with grief and abandoned his home and family and disappeared into the wilderness where he lived a miserable life of solitude among the wild animals.  It was in this wilderness that Majnun spent his days composing poems to his beloved.

Layla was forced to marry this other man, although she did not love him because her heart still belonged to Majnun.  But even though Layla did not love her husband, she was a loyal daughter and so remained a faithful wife.

The news of this marriage was devastating to Majnun who continued to live a life of solitude, refusing to return home to his mother and father in the city.

Majnun’s mother and father missed their son terribly and longed everyday for his safe return.  They would leave food for him at the bottom of the garden in the hopes that one day he would come back to them out of the desert.  But Majnun remained in the wilderness, writing his poetry in solitude, never speaking to a single soul.

Majnun spent all of his time alone, surrounded only by the animals of the wilderness that would gather around him and protect him during the long desert nights.  He was often seen by travellers who would pass him on their way towards the city.  The travellers said that Majnun spent his days reciting poetry to himself and writing in the sand with a long stick; they said that he truly was driven to madness by a broken heart.

Many years later, Majnun’s father and mother both passed away.  Knowing of his devotion to his parents, Layla was determined to send Majnun word of their passing.  Eventually she found an old man who claimed to have seen Majnun in the desert.  After much begging and pleading the old man agreed to pass on a message to Majnun the next time he set off on his travels.

One day, the old man did indeed cross paths with Majnun in the desert; there he solemnly delivered the news concerning the death of Majnun’s parents and was forced to witness what a terrible blow this was to the young poet.

Overcome with regret and loss, Majnun retreated inside of himself entirely and vowed to live in the desert until his own death. 

Some years later, Layla’s husband died.  The young woman hoped that finally she would be with her one true love; that finally she and Majnun would be together forever.  But sadly this was not to be.  Tradition demanded that Layla remain in her home alone to grieve for her dead husband for two whole years without seeing another soul.  The thought of not being with Majnun for two more years was more than Layla could bear.  They had been separated for a lifetime and two more years of solitude, two more years without seeing her beloved, was enough to cause the young woman to give up on life.  Layla died of a broken heart, alone in her home without ever seeing Majnun again.

News of Layla’s death reached Majnun in the wilderness.  He immediately travelled to the place where Layla had been buried and there he wept and wept until he too surrendered to the impossible grief and died at the graveside of his one true love.

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Sunday 15 June 2014

Love Shayari #4


Kuch khaas ban ne ko kaun kehta hai
Kisi ki aas ban ne ko kaun kehta hai
Tum bs mere ban jao eh dil
Fir paana k ye Khuda bhi tum sang rehta hai

Short Love Story #2

Girl: Can I confess something?
Guy: Sure!
Girl: You have the prettiest smile I've ever seen.
Guy: Can I confess something as well?
Girl: Yeah.
Guy: This smile only exists because Of you!

Love Quote #4


"Everyone is trying to find a perfect one,but no one trying to be perfect for someone "
-Anonymous

Love Quote #3

"Don't be so much closer to SOMEONE, Because A small Change in their Behaviour Hurts a Lot "
-Anonymous

Love Shayari #3


zindagi tasveer bhi or taqdeer bhi hain
farak to bas rango ka hain
maanchahe rango se bane to tasveer
or aanjane rango se bane to taqdeer

Love Quote #2

"Standing out against your parents for your LOVE...doesn't means
you are not a good child...It just means you respect the feelings and behaviour which you inherited from your parents"
-A.S Shemmaroo

Love Shayari #2


Icha hai jo teri muje rulane ki wo bhi puri kr denge
Agr dard ki jagah ishq se rulaye toh baat hi aur hogi

Love quote #1

"Science Would have been Romantic
If Newton had saw People falling in LOVE
Rather than Apple falling From Tree"

-Anonymous

Saturday 14 June 2014

Love Shayari #1


Kaabu mein rehne ko bna hota ye dil
to marji apni chalata na....
Khuda ne bhi Kya krna tha ise kaabu
Ye na chahta toh humein tumse milata na..

Short Love Story #1 (It was the Month of December)


It was the Month of December,the time was 11:30 PM ,and in 30 minutes Tuesday was to be started. In India, December is a month of cold winds.And at that time, you may not find anyone on the road .Not even, straw dogs.
Mostly everyone would be sleeping and the rest of ones like me would be glued to their mobile phones or Tv sets.
Just a few seconds after I placed my phone on the table and I was just thinking to get some sleep,My phone beeped followed by a continous vibration .There was a message from an unknown number

"Hey Vishal,Its me shruti...I got ur number from Amrita...I really liked the way you approached and proposed me in front of class...sorry I moved away that time..i should have said something..i can say it now but wait for tommorow to hear .. meet you in class ... Good night ...tc "

After reading the msg, the mobile got off my hand and hit the floor.But that time , Who cared about the mobile, I was shocked .I was continously mummering "shruti texted me!".."Its not possible although it happened Its not possible"
The girl I love from the first time I saw her 2 yrs before ,she texted me. I in excitement ,didnt thought even once and reached outside her house in such a winter .After reaching her house , I texted her

"Hey Shruti..you was going to say me something tomorrow ..the time is now 12:04 AM ,tommorow begin now, I am standing outside your house and I can't wait for class now .come out quick.I am waiting....."

2 hours passed,But she was not anywhere in my site .In excitement to see and hear what She wanted to say,(although i knew what she wanted to say) I even forgot to wear a jacket and a full pant .I was standing in that cold wind wearing T-shirt and Half pants.Due to cold my nose was jammed and my legs were tremmbelling.My brain had lost all the will to wait for her ,but deep in my heart.I was saying that "she is not asleep..she too dreaming of me with her eyes wide open"

3 more hours passed,she was not anywhere.I was trembelling and my both arms were folded so much tightly to my back like they were jammed.My brain was tired and it  was thinking continously .

Why the hell I am not going home?
I can meet her in the class,Why I am waiting like an idiot?

But Just the same moments,clumsy but soft and soothing feelings were coming from nearby of my heart .I didnt knew whether it was love or something else.I didnt really knew whether it was love or some idiotic teenager's exciting behaviour.Every time my brain decided to go home ,My heart stopped me by saying that "may be she would come out the next moment you leave from here"

Finally, at 5:12 AM mirracle happened ,she with wide opened arms ,with her mouth opened to her fullest extreme .She came out .She rolled her hand on her big
eyes to open it fully like a baby do . She was looking really pretty.The thing I noticed the most important in that miracle was when she flewed her hand in my direction looking at me ,I was standing with no more trembelling  and my arms were not folded anymore. It was like ,I am standing in cold at road and a sunshine just in the front of me in a balcony changed the season of winter into hot summer. I was lost in her cute looks and her shining eyes ,was neither saying nor signing .I was just looking at her continously. Suddenly ,my phone beeped and there was a message .That message made my stay worth full.

"you waited all night long ,here outside my house for me vishal!!!!...Thank you for making me feel special..I LOVE YOU VISHAL...I LOVE YOU..."

I LOVE YOU TOO sHRUTI...I LOVE YOU TOO

Love is Love...it can make u feel summer in winter...and winter in summer.Keep loving