Showing posts with label love tale. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love tale. Show all posts

Sunday, 29 January 2017

Love Shorts #29

Sometimes the only reason we do not get something is that we do not ask for it. Be it ketchup in a fancy restaurant or someon's love.
It takes courage and confidence to  express your feelings, but more than anything else, it takes conviction. You have to be convinced about your feelings before telling it to her.
''It must be the hardest thing for a guy to propose to a girl.'' She asks, ''That fear of getting rejected! And girls make wrong choices all the times.''
''The hardest part,'' I tell her ''is always ti figure out if she is the one.''

Saturday, 28 January 2017

Love Shorts #28


Misunderstandings are born not necessarily out of lack of understanding. When two persons are trying too hard not to hurt each other, they end up being too conscious, and hurt each other. Remember as a child you broke the china glass crockery when your mother asked you to 'handle it very very carefully?'
I thought it would be bad to argue with her while she expected me to argue back.
The confusion lead to words being said, feelings being hurt.
''It is just a small matter.'' I tell her. ''I want to come out it. I wish I knew how.''
When you don't know how to make the situation good, don't make it worse by saying bad words in anger. Let time be the healer.

Thursday, 26 January 2017

Love Shorts #26


She often asks me to tell her her shortcomings. I always tell her that it was her asking this question.
What a shame that the person to whom I want to say the nicest things asks me to say otherwise.
She has shortcomings. Some of her shortcomings made me feel  affectionate towards her. She has a lack of belief in her abikities. When she errs, she hurts herself. She never has an intention of inflicting her misery on others. She takes up venom from their life instead.
Her shortcomings are that she is too modest and a giver.
I end up complimenting her while pointing out her shortcomings.

Wednesday, 25 January 2017

Love Shorts #25


No matter how messed up she is in her life, I like her assertiveness while shopping. What a rare quality for a woman to possess. She knows what she wants and does not waste time on what she does not.
''Let's move (out of this shop).'' is the most romantic thing a woman can say while shopping.
She asks for my advice  and then does otherwise. I do not want it to be any other way.
We have an understanding.
To me, she looks good in everything, and I look good in what she suggests.

Monday, 23 January 2017

Love Shorts #23


She texted me to switch to a particular FM channel. ''Isnt it a nice song?''
''It is.'' I texted back, happy to be on the same frequency as her.
What a binding quality technology has. Two persons who wish to be together, can be together. If not in flesh, then atleast virtually. They can see each other, listen to each other, have them around in some form.
But, technology can only be an aid. It can not mitigate the absence of that person.
Those five minutes of seeing her in person cannot be compared to communicating to her throughr different tools of technology.

Tuesday, 10 January 2017

Love Shorts #10


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She loves making different hairstyles. I love messing with them.
She ties them in different ways. I love to unknot them.
The only thing more beautiful than a girl's face is a girl's face with hair scattered over it.
''I love loose hair,'' I tell her. ''Why  do girls have them tied up most of the time?''
''Thatt's the only way to manage them. They go in all directions otherwise,.' She explained.
''Thatt's the way they should be. Wandering like a spirit.' I argued coherently.
''Even the spirit has to be disciplined to travel in the right path..  'She won the argument.

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I feel so good about reaching Day10. Thank you for all your wonderful support.

Monday, 9 January 2017

Love Shorts #9

               
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Sometimes I imitate her way of talking. Sometimes she mocks my expressions. Sometimes we say the same thing at the same time. Sometimes we do not let each other speak. 
We laugh at these situations. We have plenty of personal jokes to laugh at.
''I love laughing with you,'' I tell her. ''My idea of great music is the fusion of our laughter.''
''Nice thought,'' she gives me a rare compliment. ''And what is your idea of noise?''
''Only one of us laughing at our personal jokes.''
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Sunday, 8 January 2017

Love Shorts #8

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When Earth is too hot to bear the heat, the rains come eventually.
When everything is dying of cold  in winter, the spring comes eventually.
We are like nature which needs no alarm to carry forward a remedial activity. We apologise almost instantly or before the next episode of our conversation.
I sounded like a PR for nature's managerial skills.
She cuts me short by reminding me about earthquakes, cyclones and floods. ''Nature never did betray the heart that loved her, '' she quoted Wordsworth, and then added, ''but neither did it spare the one that messed with her.''
The conversation was over.

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Friday, 6 January 2017

Love Shorts #7

She can listen to me moaning over my troubles again and again. She can be a deserted valley echoing back my pain.
She  rather chooses not to let me talk about them. She takes me on another lane of conversation, a far off land from the land of my  troubles. We converse there in quiet whispers.
Perhaps some problems in our lives are not meant to be resolved. They are like monsters that suck their nutrition from our mention of them.
Our quiet whispers quiten the monster.

Thursday, 5 January 2017

Love Shorts #6


 
She tell me long tales of her everyday encounters. She describes the plot,  situation and characters with a surgeon-like precision, going back and forth in time. She provide all details, her insights, make impressions and suggest alternatives. Probably the actual events occur in a shorter passage of time . I am not to interrupt her for otherwise she will forget her narrative. All my comments are to wait for an unforseen time when the narrative ends.
''If I were so adept  at narrating details I would have been a prolific novelist.,'' I remark on her proficiency. ''How do you manage that?''
''Just as you manage to be a gracious listener..'' She answers