I Too Had a Love Story

she died.i survived because i survived.i die everyday.

NOT everyone in this world has the fate to cherish the fullest form of love. some are born ,just to experience the abbreviation of it.

someday you might be sad, when you might wish to talk to me but i might not able to do so

Forget what others think when you wish to dance in the rain. Just do it. It’s your moment. It’s your happiness.

Dedicated to The loving memory of the girl whom I loved, yet could not marry. Tere jaane ka asar kuch aisa hua mujh par, tujhe dhoondate dhoondate, maine khud ko paa liya

Someone rightly said, ‘Three things—wealth, women and …’ (I always forget the third one) ‘… can make anything happen in this world.’ So,

Amardeep has been baptized ‘Raamji’ by MP. I don’t know when he got this weird nickname or why, but it was probably because of his simple, sober nature. Unlike the rest of us at the hostel, he was not at all a night person and his room’s light would go off precisely at 11 p.m. At times, MP, Happy and I used to stand outside

The next second, her cellphone rang. It was Neeru again, saying how their mom was getting restless and the fact that, by now, she knew well enough that Khushi had not been to IMS but somewhere else with me. She also said that it was raining heavily in Faridabad. And all that Khushi told her was to manage the situation somehow, ‘Tell her that I am stuck in the rain.’ Sweet Neeru was bouncing like a shuttle between her mother and her sister. This is the fate of being the youngest in the family—everyone