an sms story

there was one Anna and one Armaan.they meet after ten years. through messages.thus begins a venture..exploration of each other's minds. cautious yet turbulent.expressions in disguise.

armaan:1.sardar calls wife-aaj ghar nahi aa skta,car k stearing(yes!he wrote that, an English medium boy!),gear sab chori ho gayi hai.
sardar again calls after 5min-aa rha hu,glti se pichli seat pe baith gya tha.

following one  is typical Armaan, but he never used to share this kind of jokes with Anna before.

2.sher sherni ko kiss karne lga sherni ne rok dia or idhar udhar dekhne lgi
sher: kya hua?
shrni-dekh rahi hu aas pas Discovery channel wale to nahi hain!-7p.m.
all she responded with were 3 ha!ha!ha! for  the first one and 4 ha! for the second one.
(continued...)

anuja's: an sms story70

anuja's: an sms story70: "Anna was wearing blue jeans and a very conservative top which accentuated her new-found slimness. a brown thick band of watch on her&nbsp..."

an sms story70

Anna was wearing blue jeans and a very
conservative top which accentuated her
new-found slimness. a brown thick band
of watch on her right wrist. a black leather
handbag.she always feels guilty about using
the leather ones but the substitutes have not
proved to be fit for roughing it up.Khadim footwear.
the only ones that didn't give her feet rough skin.
as she explored  floor to floor...she can tell the
positions of various sections blindfolded...she remembered
her answers to Armaan's messages.

Anna:One of the most
powerful visions i
have experienced
was the first
photograph of
earth from outer
space. The image of
a blue planet
floating in deep
space, glowing like
the full moon on a
clear night...The
Dalai Lama


Anna:Always forgive ur
enemies-nothing
annoys them as
much-oscar wilde



Anna:Never imagine
urself not to be
otherwise than
what it might
appear to others
that what u were or
might have been
was not otherwise
than what u had
been ud have
appeared to them
to be otherwise-alice in wonderland

all the days before Armaan answered, she had waited.
and she had done one other thing. she had opened her documents
and looked for an appropriate pic to go with her Orkut profile.
which could justify her present glam while grasping the old looks...
for an old acquaintance to recognize her as herself, the Anna of
roundish face, thin lips and bright eyes.she looked like a teenager
in her mid-twenties...and she has matured as a woman now and there
lie the difficulty.would he be able to recognize in this woman that girl?
because a girl she was then....                                     (to be contd.)

anuja's: an ams story69

anuja's: an ams story69: "the love that you withhold is the pain that you carry. who said this? she doesn't remember.the line sings in her ears like an attacking b..."

an ams story69

the love that you withhold is the pain that you carry.
who said this? she doesn't remember.the line sings
in her ears like an attacking bee.bee in the bonnet.this
phrase reminds her of Agatha Christie.bee...bonnet..
double bee..Bibi, proper noun...Satyajit Ray' story..
as she searches for her favourite brand Biotique's
numerous items in Bigbazaar.she goes through the
shelves, religiously, choosing or discarding according
to her needs...the counter-girls hovering nearby, ready
to help with suggestions, eager to push sales of a
particular brand.why Biotique? try this, try that..
she feels embarrassed...these girls, standing for hours
and serving customers..tired lines beneath the eyes..
feels guilty as she goes materialistic headlong.foods, nuts,
cheese, masala tea and face-packs, creams,serums, body oils,
cleansers...all herbal products.and she feels her most polite
smile directed at these girls to be condescending..
have any of them got her very own particular brand of Armaan?
she touches the shelf containing the beauty-brand products
bearing  Armaan's synonym.she doesn't buy them.
                                                                (to be contd.)

                                                    

anuja's: an sms story50

anuja's: an sms story50: " How to send messages-that was the problem.her Airtel connection was blocked off as punishment for not submitting papers of her cit..."

anuja's: an sms story49

anuja's: an sms story49: "as the sun's rays became warmer, darkening the skin of her neck, she remembered how she used to adorn herself for Armaan's eyes only. it ..."

anuja's: an sms story48

anuja's: an sms story48: "3.45a.m.... Armaan:I WANT TO SPEAK A LOT TO U ANN..PLZ GIMME TIME.. WITHOUT HURTING ME ( AN ADOLOSENT KID)... 3.51a.m..... A..."