Modern love story!

 He walked with her in her favorite flowery road holding her soft little hands. While his other hand was used quite skillfully to text his other girl. He taught love was a game. He loved her with his mind while they both loved him with their heart. He named them both with the same nick name to make his game easier allowing no opponents as both the girls thought his status updates on the social media were for them. They weren't aware nor did they ever try to... doubt this handsome boy as he was a player and was well versed in his game. It was not the first time for him. Handling a serious girl was not easy for this player for a long time despite his expertise. He left her in peace, leaving her life shattered.
2015 taught them in different ways. Girl 1- Don't trust when you are not convinced about something. Girl 2-You still have a long way to realize it's better you become smart soon
The player - Karma is watching you

They welcomed 2016 to begin a new life hoping for a better life.
‪#‎wordsleftunsaid‬#Karmaiswatching

Unanswered questions are all that remain…

“Pick the call, pick the call please”, she wished with her fingers crossed.
“I've told you hundred times not to call me or message me. Why do you irritate me like this?”, he blurted with anger.
“Abhi what's wrong with you? You were fine till your birthday and what happened now? You’ve been ignoring me without any reason”, she begged him for an answer.
“Go ask yourself what went wrong”, he asked
She was clueless
“Listen one more thing I got committed to another girl. I can't talk to you anymore”.
“You are kidding. Aren’t you? You know how possessive I'm about you and you still tell all this? I like your sense of humor kano”, she said trying to convince herself with a smile.
“I'm not that jobless to do all that. If you want you can believe otherwise it's not my loss. I'll WhatsApp you our pictures if you want”, he rudely tried proving her wrong.
“Abhi are you serious? I'm feeling broken. Don't do this to me. My chest is paining. I'm not able to digest it”, she pleaded him for an answer
“I conveyed what I was supposed to. Stop troubling me now”, he said and tried avoiding her
“Okay atleast can you tell me who the girl is?”, she asked to reassure and hoping for it to be a lie
“Deepika”, he said without any hesistation
“Which Deepika? We know a lot of Deepikas in common” , she questioned him further
“Your best friend Deepika”, he further clarified
“What? Deepu?”, she asked wiping her tears feeling broken and betrayed.
“I can't believe. She knows everything about us and she knows how much I love you. She wouldn't do this to me”, she tried convincing herself recalling how Deepika had stood by her through her thick and thin.
“Go ask her yourself.Good bye.”
“ Hello abhi!! Abhiiiii, Abhiiii tell me what mistake did I do?? Abhiiii…..?” the line had got disconnected.
“The number you’re trying call is busy at the moment” she heard on her final attempt in seeking for an answer. Her number was in his block list already.
We all have such questions for which we never get answers. We feel betrayed. But looking for answers for such questions will not change the situation nor will it help getting back the same old person back in our lives. These answers might hurt us more. It’s better to move on having our own answers although unanswered questions are all that remain…

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For one last time...

"Say cheeseeee...",the photographer asked all of them to pose for their class picture . For one last time..All dressed in robes and caps. A picture that could take everybody to a nostalgic world." Three cheers to 3Bcom B , Hip Hip Hurray!Hip Hip Hurray! Hip Hip Hurray! ", they cheered for one last time for their class. They slowly dispersed after all the selfie sessions.  

While these 2 cute friends had not finished their episode of  teasing each other till she almost cried. They had travelled from corners of the world to attend their convocation and relive those moments of their 3 years' journey. They had planned their future in different countries too. And it was time for them to say goodbye for one last time.
 He hugged her tight. 
She was almost in tears and said " I will miss you monkey". 
All that was running in his mind was "I can't control anymore. Can't control myself from saying those three magical, golden words. Every time you came close to me, my heart skipped a beat. Every time you looked into my eyes, I was lost in your world. Could see nothing else. Every time you held my hands,  I wanted you to walk with me forever. Every time you laughed, I wanted you to be with me for all my joys and sorrows. Every time you spoke about your ex, I wanted to tell you that you're just mine from now. Every time you hugged me, I wanted you all to myself. I'm feeling the same now. Should I say it or not? Did you feel the same for me? Will you leave me if I say it to you? Why don't you understand yourself what I'm feeling for you cuz nobody has ever understood me like you. I'm dying every minute without knowing what to tell. If not now I might never get to say it ever". He was in pain and clueless and said " I'll miss you more mental" wanting her in his life for one more time. They parted and continued their journey of life.
One sided love could be too painful. More painful than break ups. We never know how to convey things and what the consequences would be. With the fear of losing that person we remain silent forever.There can be nothing more hurting than those words left unsaid. 

 

Sonder-Every smile has a painful tear for the words left unsaid

"So cooool bro! Your life is all settled now. You're so lucky you've such encouraging parents. They do everything for you. We are not so lucky like you, we have to do things unwillingly. Anyways bro don't forget me once you go there. Tc". He received a text from his old school friend on his way to the Airport. He smiled reading it and thinking of the truth and how his life had been perceived by people.
 He replied " Haha.Thanks bro. Will surely not forget. Will Skype you".

He got down from his Maserati while his driver assisted him in unloading the luggage and waved a good bye to him.

He finished his formalities and sat down till his flight arrived. An old man sat next to him. They exchanged smiles initially and the conversation began.

"Your good name Hero?", the old man asked. " Rahul, Rahul Vivek Gupta", he said.
“ Myself Gopinath. So where are you flying to?", the old man inquired. "London", he replied.
“Oh well, so both of us can even travel together. I’m going there too. It's a very expensive place. I’m going there to visit my cousin. He mints money there.”, the old man shared his little knowledge about the place.
He further questioned “So what's your purpose of travel ?"
“I'm going there to study and might settle there”, he answered it again, for the 999th time since he had decided to leave India.
“So you must be a rich chap.Hmmm… By the way did you say Vivek Gupta ? I think I've heard it somewhere. What exactly does your dad do ?", the old man asked him curiously.
 " Business” , Rahul replied
“What business ?”, the old man asked
“He owns the Gupta group of companies” , he said wishing for the conversation to end soon.
“Woaww! So you must be having a royal life. We all dream to live like you and struggle our whole lives striving to experience luxury”, the old man expressed his dissatisfaction towards his life and then quickly paying attention to the announcements, they both headed towards their flight as it had just arrived.
 Rahul was not surprised as he always had conversations with similar responses.

Rahul ensured that the old man was not sitting anywhere close to him. Meanwhile, a beautiful young girl was directed towards the seat vacant next to him by the cabin crew. She introduced herself and then the conversation began. " You look very handsome so how many girls have you dated till now?10-20? Isn't it ?”, she began her conversation adding humor to it.
He laughed.
“Was the count too less ?”, she continued .
“No”, he said and gave a sharp look.
On the arrival of the food the girl was lost in satisfying the cravings of her stomach.

He was lost, lost in his world of reality. While the whole world dreams to lead a life like him, he wanted to escape from it. And his escape route was London. He had millions of words unsaid.

How could he tell his old school friend that the mother whom he had when he was in school had been replaced with a modern young step mother? How could he tell the old man that Vivek Gupta had only money for his son and the royal life that he was given could not heal his mental pain. How could he tell the girl that the only girl whom he had taught would give him unconditional love had loved him only for money and had left him shattered ?

A lot of us wish to lead our lives like others. Sometime like the ones that we idolize. But we never know the struggle, the pain, and the humiliations that they are undergoing. Appearances could be deceiving. 

Every random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as our own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness. With passageways to thousands of other lives that we never know existed, in which we might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway.

 The so called "perfect" life is not perfect. It is mostly perfectly flawed. Instead of being judgmental or trying to crib about things which we don’t have a control of, we could try building a meaningful life and it could magically lead us to the place that we deserve to be in.