A trip down the memory lane

I poured the nescafe coffee powder into the grinder with two spoons sugar. Followed by two spoons of water. After grinding, poured 1/4^th cup of milk into it. After some labor (by grinder), I saw the cream made up. Into the milk already boiling, I fully transferred the ingredients of grinder. Just after a short time interval of five-six minutes, hot cappuccino was ready!

I came back to my bed and sat awake.. it was 3 in the morning, as soon as I gulped down the first sip from  the yellow coffee mug with black stripes thinking about manisha. Her long hair, her full lips, her eyes. I was transported into time gone by 

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It’s the 8^th grade. Manisha was my classmate. Always the topper.

I knew her since the 1^st grade. We weren’t close friends or anything . I was shy so I didn’t talk to girls. But I have always liked her. Even though we were kids, I loved to watch her dance recitals in school. Her hair was  short then, but still lovely.

She impressed me. I don’t know why, maybe because I had heard my mother speak highly to her on school open days or maybe because mom couldn’t stop praising her dedication towards studies and her hard work. I looked up to her.

I liked the same girl all my school life . I wonder how I couldn’t talk to her for the entire primary school. There was this one time though, the time when we had an exam and I forgot a pencil. She was sitting three benches in front of me (the closest we had till then). I got up from my seat and asked her for a pencil. She looked at me for around four seconds. Then quietly  then took out the pencil and gave it to me-

“this pencil writes very fast”, she said.

Then I don’t know why she said that. But years later, she told me that she had seen my mother scold me for not being able to complete the paper on time.

Now, don’t translate this into love. She didn’t love me then . maybe she liked me. But nothing more than that.

I think till girls don’t reach puberty, the only people they can love is their parents. Did i?? I loved her . men can love at any age. In fact, men can love anyone at any age, maybe they are more individualistic or stuff.

After the summer vacation of 7^th grade, everything changed . on the first day of 8^th grade, the grade in which boys wore full pants  instead of their half pants, I saw the change in her. She was , well , she looked, more girlie. She had always been girlie, pink lips, cute key chains and all, but there was something different about her. She had curves. Subtle ones, concealed under the looseness of her pinafore, I kept looking … she was becoming women.

I would be lying if I say, while looking at her my eyes or mind didin’t go astray. Puberty is such a gift. It suddenly gives losers like me, enough courage to express what we wanted to say  since years…

I used to find ways to be with her, it could be something as stupid as signing  for an art class. I hated art classes, and there I was , taking extra classes!

I would look at her , paint her imaginations. I would be lying if I say; I din’t have ‘thoughts’ about her. I wanted her in my arms and make her mine. Maybe the testosterone drive was too high in me or something, but I didn’t feel that about any other girl.

I think she liked me too; I caught her looking at me many times . I looked back at her, but she made sure she never looked back. She would fix her glare on something, the duster , the chalk, or her hands, anything, but avoid my stare. The shyness in her, fuelled me. I felt like such a man.

Her dad worked for power ministry of india.

In the year that followed, my only aim was to get some time alone to talk to her. In school, it wasn’t possible. My friends made sure they teased me as soon as I got within 1 meter radius of her. She would give me a shy smile and runaway from there.

The only time we met alone was in the school van. My classmates took a different van’s, so we two were the only ones from our class in that van. I used to sit just in front of her seat. I would turn back 90 degree to talk to her. There was so much to talk. We never ran out of things to talk about in 30 minute ride home. Her stop was two stops after mine, but I made it a point to get down at her bus-stop and walk back home.

I used to reach home a little late. And my dad would ask, “the bus reached late, beta?”

I wasn’t used to lying to my dad, but then, in those days, it was difficult telling your father that you had a crush on a girl and you went to drop her to her stop, which by the way , is kilometer away from our house.

I would lie to my dad, “umm, you see, the route of the bus has changed, it comes from M.G.Road.”

“does it?”, my father would ask smilingly.

I used to reach school early so that I could get a seat from where I could get a clear view of manisha. She usually sat on the second bench, I took fourth. She was good in all subjects, but she never showed off. In fact, she would go out of her way to help girls around her (those days boys and girls used to sit in separate rows). She would turn around to help the girl sitting behind with some algebra equation . she would look at me, just a glance, I would look back at her and she would avert her gaze.

Then there was a van ride after the school. That was the high point of my day.

“you have lovely hair”, I said one day in the van.

She blushed, fixed her stare on something outside the window, but she soon realised that  since the van was moving , she couldn’t fix her stare on something outside. She had her hands In her lap. She fixed her stare on her palms.

“you have a deep hazel eyes”, I said smiling.

She looked up at me for a moment let out a smile that suggested she was uncomfortable with me saying such things but she wished she would continue… her eyes would rise from her palm to meet mine; then again she looked at her palms, like she could read palms and was on a major bareakthrough here.

“And you have a lovely smile,” I was enjoying it.

“Pawannnnn!,” she said cutely .

“you know what? you should become a doctor,” I said.

“a doctor? Why?”

“because it would be the easiest job in the world for you…. All you have to do is smile, and they would get cured.”

“oh shut up, pawan.”

She started talking a lot after that day. She talked gibberish but made sure she talked, so that It stopped me from talking about her hair, her eyes and her smile. But then, I have always done what  I wanted to! I kept on talking about things, like teenage hearts talk about.

The year went by; it was the last exam of the year. After the exam, we were waiting for the school van. The van driver had let the watchman know that he was going to be late today. So most of the kids of our van had taken the BMTC bus or if they stayed close enough, had walked back home. After all, the exams had ended today and they were not gonna waste any time of their vacation waiting for the school van.

Manisha waited, her parents had asked not to take BMTC  busses- they are dangerous, they said. So she waited. And so I waited along with her. To be honest, I found my van  more dangerous  and I suspected that the driver of the van, mr.sebastian, drove a truck part time. The latter declaration comes from the observation of his maneuvering skills, his utter disrespect for traffic rules and his vocabulary of indian gallis.

The van arrived. There  were only five of us in the van. She took the last seat; I took the one in front of her. The other three got down in the second stop. Now there were only two of us.

“it was such a lengthy paper,” she said.

Studies were her favourite topic.

“yeah, but you still will top.” I said.

“hmmm…. My hands are tired . look at them.”

She put her palms of her hands for me to see. I held her palm, brought it close to me, and kissed it. She didn’t pull it back. She closed her eyes. I closed her wrist. She let me.

We got down at the last stop. We walked back home. Tears rolled down her cheeks. I asked her what was wrong. But she wouldn’t tell me. Tears rolled down her cheeks, like rain on a summer evening. Men take a lot of time to understand women. Here I was, just a boy of 14, confused and scared, wondering if my actions had hurt her.

“manisha? What did I do wrong?” I asked, confused.

“no pawan, you didn’t,” she said touching my arm.

“then?”

“I don’t wanna lose you.”

“you won’t.” I said. There is nothing beautiful than a girl saying  she dosen’t want to lose you.

“ I am right here.” I said; spreading my arms, a move I copied from shahurk khan.

“I have to leave.”

“huh? Ok. I will drop you no.”

“I mean, I have to leave Bangalore. My dad’s getting transferred to Mumbai.”

The world came crashing down. I couldn’t walk more. I just stood there. She continued walking. She looked back- her eyes didn’t meet mine. Her tears had stopped. Mine had started. We were standing within meter’s distance from each other, but she seemed like millions miles away.

She was the only girl I loved.....

                                                     

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the last sip of my coffee passed down my throat. glancing at my life, from my memories i was back to present now..

P.S. i am having a date with the same girl tomorrow... we're meeting up after 5 years.... :) would write abt the date also... untill then enjoy this part of my life :)

5 ways to know if your relationship destined for disaster.

No one gets into a relationship with the intention of it failing, but sometimes you’ve got to accept the situation. Every relationship is different, but many ten to fail for similar reasons.

“They are whirlwind promenades that begin with sex and never seem to get around to the fundamentals of friendship and respect,” says love expert Richard Hamon. “They tend to be short‑lived and inconsequential. They tend to focus on quick satisfaction, instead of the underlying fundamentals.”

Whether it’s been a few years or a few weeks, there are ways of figuring out whether your relationship is salvageable or destined for disaster.

1) He or she is not making time for you

To be in a successful relationship, you must make each other a priority. Yeah, you both have lives that include school, work, family, friends, internships and more. But if you really love someone, you’ll make time for them no matter how hectic your schedule may be. If he’s more anxious to hang with his boys or she would rather be having a girls’ night with her friends and you’re constantly put on the backburner, it may be time for you to cut ties.

"You know a relationship is failing when your significant other deletes your posts on his or her Facebook wall and will take phone calls while you are in his or her presence and their tone completely changes. The biggest way to know that your relationship is failing is when you are no longer happy in the relationship." 

2) Your needs are not being met.

First of all, if you want a relationship to work, you have to make sure you’ve got your stuff together so that you can make a good partner to someone. A huge part of this is knowing what you want. If you know what you want, you’ll never settle for less than that. If being with your partner isn’t fun, fulfilling or comfortable, they may not be the right person for you. You should be able to laugh, have fun and feel emotionally supported with that person. The people in your life should lift you up when you’re down, not the other way around.

3) There’s little to no communication.

It shouldn’t be new information to you that the key to a healthy relationship is communication. Cliché, maybe, but true. If you can’t open up to this person and tell them how you feel, that’s a problem. You should be comfortable enough around this person that you can tell them anything, whether it’s opening up to them about personal issues or being honest with them about what they’re doing wrong. In turn, they should be just as open with you. If you can’t communicate, you’ll never know what’s wrong and the problems in your relationship will fester and eventually get the best of you.

4) You compare him or her to others.

Thinking about how much funnier that gorgeous bartender is than your girlfriend or how much more stimulating the conversation would be with that cutie from the gym? That means something is unfulfilled in your relationship. If you have a voice inside you that doubts your relationship, you should probably listen to it. Sure, even people who are happy may have fantasies about others, but when those thoughts become consuming, it’s a problem. This can be fixed by communicating with them what it is you want more (or less) of. If they heed your suggestions, you may just find that all you needed to do was talk to them. However, if you’ve tried this and it isn’t working, move on.

5) The cons outweigh the pros.

This may be cheesy, but it works. If you can’t make a decision on the fate of your relationship, make a list of your partner’s pros and another list of their cons. Compare these side by side and determine which list is more overwhelming. Even if one side has more points, the other side’s points may hold more weight. If the cons outweigh the pros and you’ve exhausted all your options in trying to make it work, your relationship has most likely reached the end of the road.

“A sign that my relationship isn’t working is when I’m no longer concerned if that person and I continue our relationship or not. When I can no longer see a future with my significant other, that’s usually my sign that our relationship is no longer working.” Miracle Rosey

P.S-- Break-ups are no fun, but they happen. It may hurt for a bit, but it’s not the end of the world. It doesn’t mean anything is wrong with you or the other person, it’s simply a matter of finding your match. The important thing is to try to make it work and not to give up at the first sign of a problem. If you don’t learn how to resolve issues in your relationships now, they’ll only continue to suffer as time goes on.

Past regression therapy….

Who was i??

An actor, a dancer or a person who was a social animal…. I think everybody in their lifetime thinks what were they in past life?? But somehow today they are so busy that they actually can’t recall and do not have that spare time to think about such stuff….. one of my friend is a tarot card reader… we have been friends for a long time…. Though she’s  much elder  than me, she understands  me as that is her work to do so. I was easily convinced by her that problems you face today in your present life have some or the other connection with your past life and that is why our inner conscious knows that  where are we wrong but we all tend to avoid it. I always wanted to know what I was in my past life and then I would be able to understand  why love is upset with me… is that just my misconception or it is really related to my past life..

Late night around 1 in the darkest hour of the night.. a boy looking for answers, with confused head, asking god and himself why me?? That was me who wanted to peep into my past life and see what exactly happened over there.

Once I start writing what experience I had, let me warn you all it sounds stupid and crazy. But that is how it was…… first vision….. I was sitting near the grave and weeping myself out, I was crying, weeping so loud that in the big place there was no one listen or help me out.

 I was into my past life, I can be so sure because while being in my subconscious I was crying… why was I crying??? What was the reason I was crying for?? All these questions were  going on in my subconscious mind. And the vision faded.

***

 The eyes that looked back at me were full of love and affection. No. The picture did not do justice to her beauty. The big, beautiful, gray eyes, always lined with kohl, the cute little nose and the nose stud she wore, the naturally pink lips all set in that heart-shaped face made her look like an angel. The smile, the dimples that the smile brought, the way her eyes brightened every time she smiled had taken my breath away every single time I’d looked at her, I’d considered himself lucky to have her. To have her love.

She’d promised to stay with me forever. Didn’t she tell me that no matter what, she’d always love me? Hadn’t she promised that even if I wanted her to leave, she wouldn’t because she loved me too much? Didn’t she tell me that she’ll never leave me alone? Then why?

Why did she go? Why did she leave me when I hadn’t even asked her to? Why did she break her promise? Where did the forever go?

I hadn’t asked her to leave. I couldn’t, ever. But, she did. For God wanted her to.

To see someone die is painful. It hurts. To see someone you love more than anything else in the world, die is excruciating.

I blamed myself for her death. No matter what my friends said, no matter how much my parents consoled me, no matter what HER parents said, I held myself responsible. The doctor had declared her brought dead and she’d died with my name on her lips and my hand in hers. i’d seen the pain on her face but I had also seen the love in her eyes.

If only I’d dropped her till her place that day. If only I had taken her words seriously when she said “she was scared to go home alone”, she wouldn’t have got “raped”  L yes that is what I saw she was raped  to death… that feeling I had was bad, degraded that how can that happen to her… but it did happened.

I looked below. 20,000 feet. I couldn’t even do that. I couldn’t even die. I knew I couldn’t end my life. The parents-mine and hers would not be able to take it. Her parents had lost their only child. myparents would lose theirs if I jumped.

I walked back to our home. The house she’d wanted since she was nineteen. I knew i’d  buy it. Buy it for her. But, there was no her.

 I wondered where she was. I wondered if she was watching me. Tears were flowing and I wondered if she was crying with me, wherever she was.

“I don’t want you to cry. Not a single tear, okay? I love you. Always have, always will,” I whispered crying out loud in front of her grave.

Two month later, I died in a road accident

I had the same family which I have right now…. And I could relate that girl whom I loved  to my present life, she was my best friend in this life… 

The past regression therapy ended and I came out of my first session. My eyes were heavy. My head was paining.  I was again and again thinking about it. I was feeling the volcano of feelings were there was pain, love, care,  feeling happy for someone and felt that what were the reason I was alive. My hands was speechless just crying my heart out and no one was there……

Moments Of Love

Why oh Why, Do I feel this way?

When I'm with you I feel so alive

Why oh Why, will I hide away

I can't help it

I'm FALLING IN LOVE with you...

The words "I love you" how many times do you say it in a day? When you  are busy on work, job deadlines and friends meetings sometimes a quick "I love you”" can always change anything at the end of the day.

However, sometimes there are persons who are shy and cannot say, “I love you” to their loved one personally. As one saying goes, "There's evidence behind it -- actions really do speak louder than words. If you cannot easily spill out romantic words to your partner these are simple strategies that will send your message loud and clear:

I'll be loving you forever

Deep inside my heart you'll leave me never

Even if you took my heart

And tore it apart

I would love you still forever...

"The best way of expressing love is by knowing what your love one needs and doing it,” This shows that you listen and that his/her well-being and happiness is important to you. Don’t wait any longer for your love to say I need this every time they will feel a lack of attention and if not fulfilled it will surely lead to despair. The key is to pay attention. A thoughtful gesture from someone you love is always appreciated no matter how small or simple it is.

it's not the flowers, wrapped in fancy paper

it's not the ring, we wear around our finger

There's nothing in all the world i need

when i have you here beside me,

here beside me...

An unexpected gift or note saying, “You are special or Thank you” on a card. "It shows that you think and care for her and feel connected to him even when you're not together." Simple thoughts can brighten up someone’s day always. No matter how tiring the day is if someone feels care and concern it will definitely make someone’s day brighter.

Take my hand

We'll walk awhile,

we'll talk awhile

Feel my love

Always there beside you...

A research says, "Looking into each other's eyes signals you are deeply connected”. Most busy lovers, however, manage only quick glances.  Take advantage of opportunities for eye contact that last longer than a few seconds will do. If you have a dinner date, lock eyes during your conversation. Face each other as you chat in bed before falling asleep. Even when surrounded by others seek out your partner's eyes and make a quick connection.

watching as you softly sleep

what i'd give if i could keep

just this moment

if only time stood still but the colors fade away

and the years will make us grey

but baby in my eyes

you'll still be beautiful...

 Even a simple call over the phone or a text message of showing your concern and care for that person would do. Just making someone feel that he or she is loved can be expressed in many simple ways. Even just holding your partners hands while walking, throwing a big hug and looking into her eyes or just a simple smile with a pat saying “Thank you for being a part of my life”,or a simple kiss is the real score  that bonds lovers together.

all i want is to hold you forever

all i need is you more every day

you saved my heart

from being broken apart

you gave your love away

and i'm thankful every day

for the gift...

Romantic gestures are not only for women every human needs it and that includes men. It does not matter if you are expressive through words or actions. The best thing is making everything to at least let your love be felt that he or she is extra special in your life.” It does not matter how simple it is if it comes from the heart with love.”

P.S: loving someone is blissful and if there's some who loves you, you are blessed... never let him/her go away from your life

best friends are not forever..

"Frustration leads to pouring heart out onto piece of paper. Conclusion... feeling exactly the same, if not worse."

Everyone has best friend , That one friend you loved the most, that one friend you shared your most dirty secrets and fantasies with, that one friend who ripped you apart like a heartless butcher, that one friend will always matter the most.

I clicked on the'New Post' button as soon as I logged in today thinking I'd just write about it and get it over with. But here I am, staring at the blank screen from the past 3 minutes wondering why do I even want to write about her. She broke me, she made me cry my eyes out, reached heights of misunderstanding me and still, there is that little corner of my heart that wishes her the best of all worlds.

She was my best friend for as long as I remember. I had more in common with her than I had with myself. People used to call us the alpha-beta couple.(why??? Will let u know some other day) And we always took pride in it's lameness :D, because we thought they both can't exist without each other. Well, apparently they can. I've spent the most beautiful days with her. Technically, she was my better half. We've played, yes played, laughed, cried....  I promised her that I'd be that crazy uncle who'll spoil her kids. We literally took an oath that we'd tell each other everything about our first nights. No, that isn't cheesy, that was two little 17 years old laughing and promising to be bffs forever.

Laughing like maniacs over something as petite as a tongue slip was routine. I haven't laughed like that since the day we've stopped talking. I miss that. I want my stomach to hurt when I laugh. It just doesn't happen now. I wish we'd never played the 'You've changed, a lot' game. We both lost. Each other. I don't miss her, I don't want her back, but my mind and heart refuse to shut down her memories. We've broken up hundreds of times, called each other names, but it never got this nasty. It has almost been months since I've seen her now.

She left a void. I have many beautiful people in my life right now. Everything is stable and lovely. But the void still exists. They love me, I love them. They care. I care. It still doesn't feel the same. I know it never will. This void has crept beneath my skin. Looks like you're only allotted a certain amount of tears per person and I've used up mine. Her absence doesn't make my eyes moist now. It feels like autumn. Dry autumn.

P.S: I think of her. Every single time. Secret: I've noticed that my heart drops a lot recently.

        I love you M, I always do, even while I hate you.

Stuck on u

i checked ma watch again...9.30 pm...m waiting for past one and half hour...and still no sign of her...i had tried calling her n also texted her but her cell was unreachable...damn...i was so sick of her "excuses" ...and now i vl have to listen to some more of them...i decided in ma mind...that this is too much now...i have every right to get angry on her...i have every right to shout at her...enuf is enuf..i vl do it today...i was building up ma so called “courage” but i was disturbed..

“sir we are closing d kitchen now” waiter said

“ohh...just wait for 5 more minz...i vl order “.. i replied in somewhat mortifying tone..

He just gave me another of those disgruntled look..probably he was expecting something different from me...

I remember how he had wishd me and guided me towards the table i had reserved with that happydent smile...now it was as if every1 was looking towards me as if i had commited a big crime...

(n another big agony that i cant order even...cuz madam always has her own choices and that too her choices differ everytym...and to be frank everytym she is d 1 who orders...so i wudnt dare to break that so called “tradition”..)

C’mon...wat can i do if ma gal promises me to arrive half n hour before our fixed tym...n yet havnt arrived 1 and half___________ *ma thots were broken midway thru as i saw some1 entering thru d restaurant door*

There she is...i said in ma mind (anger still in ma eyes)...ohh hold on...was she wearing that yellow chudidaar..yes she was wearing that same yellow churidaar which i had gifted her on her bday...n those necklace and earings...and ofcuz those matching bangles,..m sure she must have returned from some party/function...she caught ma glance and i responded by waving ma hand... she responded with a flying kiss

God..i have to admit 25% stake in that so called anger on her instantly vanished as a result of her “bold and beautiful” look/entry

She came and sat, i was still in the mist of that remaing 75% anger on her...

“so...hw u sweety..?? she asked in her sweet voice..she was unperturbed as if everything was going perfect

“where the hell were u???.. U are 1 hour 40 minz late” i bursted ...simultaneously pointing towards my watch (as to add some extra effect to ma statement)

She kept quiet for a while and then replied with that sweet convincing tone of her

“listen i was busy baby...u know today jyotika won a dance competition ...so she threw a party..and u know na ma presence was “inevitable”..”

“inevitable ha...nice...and wat bout ur presence with me...and wt bout ur phone..???”

“ok ok ...i said sorry na...and my phone is weird”

“wt???...ur phone is weird..???....c’mon thats d kinda answer u give...no this isn’t fair...i want proper xplaination..” ...yes i was going rite...i was bout to succeed in ma mission but then something weird hapend..

She said ok she vl xplain but slowly in ma ears....i tilted ma head and went closer...and she did the most unexpected thing....she came closer turned ma head back straight...and planted a kiss on ma lips....i cant literally write how it felt and stuff...cuz that tym ma brain died cuz of heart attack

But my heart described it later...and these are those words straight from my heart

“I am convinced that right now if you zoomed into my eyes,

behind the darkness of my lids you would see fireworks that matched

the popping in my ears and vivid flowing of my blood.

Right now I am pretty sure I have no lungs

The most perfect kiss of my life.

I never want it to end, but you know I need my lungs back”

We were both quite even though 5 minutes had passed since then...she must have felt little awkward later cuz this was very straightforward from her part...i thought of talking something productive

“so ma’am kitchen is closed now, aren’t u hungry”....i said looking straight into her enticing eyesight...god damn it...wt m i saying...n y d hell u giving me that look ...i took ma eyesight back on menu again

“come..” she said holding ma hand...

“i have seen bhelpuri stall outside...lets eat there..”

 She was eating every pani puri with such a pleasure...

I had finished my bhelpuri and was thinking...ofcuz bout that “incident” 15 minutes ago

She was saying something and i was lost in my own thoughts...thoughts about how lucky i was to have some1 like her in my life...

“pawan listen...u know what unlike goans. I don’t like eating in those ravish big restaurants,showing off fashion, night life, partying all the tym,living a hi-fi life...m a simple bangalorean...and i like life to be simple...and ofcuz i love simple people ....may be thats the reason why i love you..”

She said and winked at me

“hmm...that xplains my reason to be quite at the restaurant”...i said

And we both laughed (my 75% anger had dissapeard long back)

She was stuck by that simple truth...that most of the ordinary things can be made extra ordinary..if u have rite people with u...

And i...well i was stuck by d same bt in “vice versa” manner...

V day post

V day is nearing and the eternal lover boy that i am, how can i let the chance go to add my bit to the occasion.

Heres one line each dedicated to each one of my ex girl friends, the definition of girl friend strictly being having said/typed the three golden words.

Whatever they suggest, I emphasize that I have loved loving these girls.

number1. Love and inertia are like carrots and radishes. They look similar but one is red and the other is white.

number2. Does dumbness really know no bounds or was it just you?

number3. If I cant tolerate you, most probably, I cant love you.

number4. No seriously, heterosexuality is generally fun. I just had an off day.

number5. You would like Sachin Tendulkar except for the mustache and remember, Tendulkar does not have a mustache.

number6. That message that you read was from number 5 and not one of my friend’s silly jokes.

number7. Today, its been eight years since we met.

number8. You would have a cute ass if u wax it.

number9. All TV serials are fictitious and should not be referred while making life changing decisions.

number10. I have started saying excuse me after farting.

number11. Loved your acting in ‘pretty woman’ and ‘oceans 12′. We should start dating again.

number12. If only you knocked at the door before coming over to my place that day…

number13. You never know, I might still just follow the diet.

number14. My successor made me puke.

number15. Belated Happy Birthday.

number16. Please make sure I am the first one to know as soon as you get your nose surgery done.

number17, Its unnatural to use Janu, sweetoo, cutie pie in one sentence.

number18. Hope you dont make that sound from your nose when you laugh.

number19. Some times, four inches of heels are not enough.

number20. Why did you have to become so hot immediately after we broke up.

number21. I still do, even though I know I shouldn’t.

number22. I am still waiting for your second blog after ‘the god of small things’.

number23. Hehe, you did expect I would call you back, didn’t you?

number24. You French! Racism sucks.

number25. The verb which follows ‘didnt’ is in present tense, even if you are talking about something from the past.

number26. You are the only girl I have ever come across who did not know that boys are pigs.

number27. Thanks for all the gifts. Sorry for disappearing two days ahead of your birthday.

number28. I switched to ‘axe’ from the road side ones.

number29. Not everything I say can be described as ‘stupid, cutely stupid.’

number30. You missed the right era for being born by seven millenniums.

number31. I promise I would not mistake your name with other girl’s name. Just come back. You are very special because you are only thirty first true love.

number32. If you come back, I promise I wont bore you by faking British and American accents, even though I have grown really good at it.

number33. Please change the ‘from my past relationships I have learned’ section from your Orkut profile. Some of my friends actually know we were dating and it is just too malicious.

number34. Parle vous anglais?

number35. The other day one of my friend talked dirty about you and I did just what you would have wanted me to, gave him your number.

number36. Wish you were not imaginary like the rest of them.

It was fun writing this post.

Should help being in relationship, yet again, this V Day.

p.s: the following post is for hummer purpose... hope u enjoyed it :)