an sms story18

Next day:




12.30p.m.Anna was feeling uneasy.her heart was suddenly palpitating....

Armaan:In future
a day may come
when u walk
through the large
gate of ur old
school or college
once again......
walkng through
that LONELY white
path coverd with
dry leaves where
SMILE SHARED LUV
WAS MADE,HEART
BROKEN & TEARS
SPILED.... Then when
u step into d lonely
old classroom. Only
memories will be
there 4 company......
u may see urself on
every benches
laughing &
mumering wid ur
frndz......Then u
will realies that
years ago ''MY
HEAVEN WAS HERE &
THOSE GUD DAYS
WON'T COME BACK
AGAIN......''u'll
remember sum of ur
frndz at that time &
drop a tear 4 them....
That's life.




Armaan:"Always Confess
What you feel n say
what you expect....
Because time gets
lost in the blink of
an eye, but regrets
cn last a life time...."



Anna:Pain:life.i meet life everyday.




Armaan:"Om bhurbhuvah swah
tatsaviturvarenyam bhargo
devosya dhimahi
dhyoyo na prochodayat
Om"
padho aur sabko bhejo
aise sandesh kabhi kabhi
milte hain

Good Night




she was left wondering why he brought up this theme of regrets.
regrets for what? her past or his present? late at night? did night
help him become his true self? helped him to be true to his
 heart with  abandon? those sensual messages and this
emotional messages.....does the veil of night take away
the reserve n expose his psyche?.......apart from the fact that
 the first message sprinkled salt over her ever-green wound.
......Anna noticed with ever-growing
amusement that though a man, he was proving to be
one mysterious persona, to her.she couldn't fathom him.
why did he keep persuading  her continuously after she had
expressly told him not to send messages anymore? why
that joint message.... and now, this.either he was fooling
himself or Anna was a fool.he was happy in the life he led,
a career, wife, kids..the normal requirement of every
married person.boredom sets in.accidentally he finds Anna
n the faded memory of her beauty re-kindles.he did not know
a thing about what kind of a person she really was.so it was
 not she.rather a talkative, interesting woman he has
come to know in recent times.and the grass is always greener
 on the other side.
there was no risk of disenchantment as they had no chance of meeting...
.this romanticism poses no challenge to his nicely cut n dried life.
Anna was happy yet to be remembered by him...however insincere
and illusory that remembrance maybe.
lets pretend for a moment that it was Anna who was doing
all the persuasion.won't he get the wrong signal? signal of
sincere affection? can he be expected to think that she is
 happy? that she is not asking for shelter somehow which
 he is only too eager to provide?
... these deeply probing messages coming out of the grave of her past, like
 vampires, sucking her mind....
and where does he find these apt messages...sliding
smoothly into every moment? where does he find the
 time to leaf through the collection? what are his
expectations? that a single woman,
so very much in love with him still, could continue
to be message-friends, because he wants it. why does
he want it? its not as if they were the best of friends
once and he can't do without her now,as- a- friend.
trying to shut her emotions up with Gayatri Mantra-
so very much like Armaan.always busy with the way
 he saw the world and how 'normal' people should be.
.........it was a rather GOOD NIGHT.





Next day:




Armaan:An IDEA can change
your life
But...
A woman can
change your idea...
Therefore..
Keep changing
Women to get new
IDEAS...
What an IDEA Sirji!
           (to be contd.)