Nightmare!

I sat immediately waking up from my dream. No it wasn't a dream. It was a nightmare. I would never wish it even on my worst enemy. I woke and my eyes were bloodshot and tears pealing down my cheeks. A nightmare so closely linked to real life scared the hell out of me.

Flashback.

It was a long day at school. Though it was only Wednesday I couldn't wait for Thursday to come. I was leaving for Indore, my hometown next morning at seven and I was hell excited. But then I had to attend the guest lecture at my tuition delivered by a great business tycoon. I didn't knew the name as Nitin sir wont divulge. But going straight to tuition after school was a rough work and I didn't intend to do so regularly. We arrived at the tuition ten minutes later and to my surprise I found our family friend , Mr. Ashok Malhotra there. I greeted him and he began teaching us. It was fun to learn with Mr. Malhotra. He had all the knowledge you could acquire in a lifetime.

The class came to an abrupt end as Mr. Malhotra received a call from his officials but Nitin sir told us that he would be back by 6 and by then we could loiter around. Mr. Malhotra asked me give her daughter some paperwork which she had mailed to him. I jubilantly agreed.

I knew his daughter personally. She was in my school till last year in 12th and then joined the best college of interior designing in India with scholarship. She was a brilliant student and I looked up at her. I went to her house on my brand new Honda Dio that I had got recently. I reached there in less than ten minutes. She asked me to come inside but I declined the offer as I glanced at my watch and it was already  5.55 and needed to be there by 6. I promised to stay back after class today itself. And then I bid adieu.

I reached the class and then also left after the lecture was finished. I went straight home but remembered almost 1/2 km away from my home  that I needed to be somewhere else or else Smriti would kill me.

I  was about to reach her place while my phone rang. It was her with change of plans. She said she now wanted to meet at Panvel. Now that was a heck of a change but I agreed anyways. I drove to Panvel and after almost 25 minutes I was on the flyover. I saw Nisaar and Harshit waiting at the end of the flyover. I slowed my scooty. I waved to them and went past them. I felt one of my scooty's tire to have been flat. I went thereat side and a bike at speed hit Nisaar and he fell down. I was too shocked to react. I called the ambulance. Smriti and her sisters came after a while. I was too shocked to react. I couldn't bring myself to tell them what had happened. I said.

"Everything has two ways to be said; right way and easy way. Nisaar met with an accident is the easy way. He was hit by a bike with great speed is injured and taken to hospital is the right way."

I saw tears brimming in Smriti's eyes. I knew she liked Nisaar a lot. I went over and hugged her. She too hugged me and broke down into tears. The next moment I saw a truck approaching us with great speed and hit us both.

And I woke up.

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7 Types of songs you must have in your playlist

1. A romantic song

A romantic song is a must. You never know when you are traveling with that someone special.
#jeenejeena #harkisiko

2. A party song

Party song energizes your mood and enhances your driving skill. :P
#abhitohpartyshuruhuihai #sharabi

3. An old song

An old song revives those good old days.
#churaliya #ekladkibheegibhaagisi

4. A sad song

Not necessarily but then you can put on your glasses and look out if driving and pretend to be in a movie.
#judaai #humariadhoorikahani

5. A favorite song

When its your playlist it should have your favorite song.
#meripehlimohabbat #tujhsedoorjohotahoon

6. An easy going song

Something that soothes your ears and put your complete self at ease.
#daarudesi #jaisemeratu

7. An item number

Just if you feel to turn up the volume and dance as India won the world cup.
#meranaammaryhai #afhganjalebi

Nikita singh

I stir in half sleep and tossed around the bed. I glance at the clock perfectly wristed in my hand. It was 3.34 in the morning and here I was wide awake. I went out to drink some water and by that time I found no trace of sleep over. I thought what to do and remembered to have downloaded a pdf file yesterday night. I scanned through my phone and found it. The promise by Nikita singh. I began reading it. It's pretty strange that some writers even after describing a whole lot of BDSM cannot even stir a feeling while some by just a simple kiss on the cheeks manage to turn your stomach to liquid. Nikita belongs to the second genre. The promise is a brilliant book. Really. It sets your heart racing. I loved every single word inscribed beautifully in the exquisite book. After a long time a book made me cry. Last time I cried reading a book was after I had read I too had a love story by ravinder singh. Singhs have a way to do it. But actually the few parts are penned so well that I could not help but let tears flow silently. With a happy ending, the promise is a brilliant romantic novel

Betrayal and memories

Have you ever felt angry like hell to break the fuck out of your yonex racket? Like pounding it in the floor? Felt the same today. Actually it helped lower my temper. Then I continued to walk on the empty road. With no one around. It felt so good to be so close to my own soul. Then after eternity I went back home. But I couldn't contain myself in under s roof so I went out again. Roaming around and singing the songs i loved. I loved roaming around under the utter beautiful night sky with thousands of twinkling stars and one prime moon. Spreading its moonlight ask over the dark blue sky. I thought what had got my wand in such a knot that I broke my coveted yonex racket out of fury. My friend refused to join me today and i was agitated. How in the world does it always happen that after being so busy I never turned her down but she did it with much ease like I was a tissue paper she could toss away without thinking twice. Speaking of betrayals I had many. Because I trusted the wrong people at the utmost wrong time. Last time I did it I lost my boyfriend. But that was okay it is better to not be in a relationship than to be in a forced one. But what about the great memories we shared. What about the coveted late night conversations we had. What about that turning of stomach to liquid when out of nowhere he would say i love you. All those things that mattered were lost now. All these moments those memories buried deep inside myself. Plunging my heart like a broken piece of glass but the pain couldn't be expressed but only felt. Looking back at those time it seemed so surreal but now i have only memories left to ponder over.

sudeep Nagarkar - amour écrivain

Sudeep Nagarkar is the perfect love writer you want to read. I really doubt my ability to read. I mean when was the last time you finished reading a book in 1.30 hrs. But quick reading makes me write quick review. I like reviewing books and the tons of books I read now-a-days makes me feel too good. "Few things left unsaid" is a beautiful novel.

The story starts from present then to a flashback and then again to the present. The story is well paced and nothing short of love. The character of Riya and Aditya is portrayed beautifully. You get lost in their love story. The book is a quick read if you are a good paced reader. And is again a wonderful book to read after a long day. I just the easy way of writing of Nagarkar and no complications.

I would suggest you to read ftlu as its a good book I am already on my way to that's how we met and it started with a friend request on my phone . BTW if you want to get pdf this site is amazing and offers .epub too.

Ebook4in

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Two Roads, Two Choices!

 

This is the first time I am attempting some plot drawn from the lines of the famous writer Preeti Shenoy's "The one you cannot have." I just got the idea while I had finished attempting my NSO today only in 20 minutes and was reading the book secretly under my desk. Hope you like it.

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Two roads , two choices!

 

I was ready to attempt my last practice before the national basketball championship representing Mumbai Champions. I had just finished it when I feel a tap on my right shoulder. It was Sameer. He was my ex-boyfriend but currently my best friend.

 

"Hey, Anjali I wanted to talk to you about something important."

"Yeah , speak up Sameer."

"Actually , I wanted to confess something."

He said as he bent on his knees and held my right hand in his.

"I love you Anjali."

"Sameer I..."

I began to say but then I turned my face to find Aman, my boyfriend standing right behind me. Sameer stood up looking at him and left my hand instantly. Aman looked at me tear eyed and I could see the broken look on his face. I felt bad for him but I definitely loved him more than Sameer. Aman grabbed his bag and rushed in a fierce pace inside the college.

Sameer again grabbed my hand and said.

"Tell me your answer before leaving."

"Sameer , I like you but I love Aman."

I left behind me someone I dearly cared about but rushed to get back the one I really loved.

"Aman!"

"Aman, stop Aman!"

"Aman, listen to me once naa"

"There's nothing left to say and listen Anjali."

"Aman."

"Its over Anjali."

"Aman , please don't do this. I'll die without you."

"I m just done with you, Anjali, just done."

He turned back sharply and a pained expression all over his face.

"Aman, please!"

"What? The other day you went out to see a match with him and today if I'd be a little late you would probably be kissing him in front of my very eyes."

"Aman, I love you and I know I should have told you but it all happened all of a sudden and I couldn't get time to tell you."

"Why in world does it always happen that besides my busy schedule I always happen to have time for you but you have none for me?"

"Aman, I am sorry I will take out time for you. I'll take out time for us but please don't leave me Aman. I'll die without you."

Aman came and hugged me with all his might and then gave me a quick peck on my forehead. I too hugged him lovingly and we went to the college cafeteria after that.

Sameer on the other hand was happy in Anjali's happiness. 

 

 

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Love

"Everything is something I crave for, Something I used to have and Something sadly I know I'll never have again."

 

You know I've always got my friends and readers asking me to post something about love but I never could bring my self to do it. For me, or actually for everyone around there whose in love or been in love sometime or the other does not want everyone around them to know about their love life. at least, that's what I think but some people are really too public about their relationship and I don't really understand those people. You know its always confined to that small bunch of best friends we have. Who we don't even need to tell that we are in love is what everyone prefers. But today I am here to just share with you my encounter with the four letter word and a zillion of feelings called "love". Firstly, I was so frantic to write this post that I logged in my long ago deactivated face book profile and read all my messages to the same guy I feel in love with . It took me some time realize such as ass I was. We were really too good to be true. But leaving that aside.  Recently I discovered that my best friends are in a relationship. I really thought myself blessed to come to know after so long and telling two people before me. Sarcasm. Incase you didn't notice. Like I said, I already knew they were but its a whole new level of happiness when they open up to me.  I was so happy for them and then it took me back to the time where I for the first time actually fell in love. It was guy in my school that I fell for. We were good friends but before I know it I was head over heels in love with him. I think somewhere between late night conversations and the morning wishes I fell in love with him and it was the best thing that ever happened to me. Was is too inappropriate. He is the still the best thing that happened to me. But I feared that wasn't quite the same from his side. I knew him well to know at least that bit of what he thinks. And someday I had to confess my feelings for him so why wait when I have today. So I confessed to him what I felt for him. I was over the move to realize that he felt the same way. And from then to two months, at least from I got on face book, we were really a very happy couple. But then I ruined  it all. I trusted a person I should not have and shared everything about my relationship with her. The word her reveals to much to be posted but I don't think she reads my blog. And then between misunderstandings and miscommunication I lost him. For once had he talked to me and I bet it would have been a lot more different from what it is now. But it think it was justified on his part. I didn't quite deserve even at the least a justification after what I did. As of today, 18th October 2015, I talk to him. its very casual and what just not enough. I am still madly in  love with him. But I am quite sure this time that its not the same from his side. Actually, I too think he has fallen for someone else. Maybe its just overthinking but yeah, I feel so. But that'd be okay as that only help me to move one.

 

Love,

Adi

 

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