Lost Love

The Fight Note: The thoughts and story which is been written and expressed are based on fiction. Trying to move on, jitna simple word utna he mushkil cheez, is it so easy to let person go to whom we love so selfless. But dear readers always do remember this "you won't find the same person twice, not even in the same Person"   I was at that moment when I was clueless what's happening around, more over what's happening within myself, All I can see within me is an innocent guy just fallen on his knees on the center of the road nowhere covered with heavy rain and thunderstorm like the sky cries out loud for him, the tears rolling down his face in that cold heavy rain still giving that warmt touch on his face, What was his mistake? was it just love for that person, NO. The problem was simple, just keeping her before himself. After loving, caring, showing affection towards her and at the end she just paid with hurt, silence and just ignorance, remember pyaar kabhi waste

The morning phase 3.2 Note: This is a fiction story, I hope you enjoy reading it. I feel like something hitting my head, I try to change my head around the pillow in sleep, and with some irritation, I get up with some annoying noise ooh shit the alarm was ringing, wtf did I overslept I had to check on her around 6 early mornings and it's already 6:30, shit I quickly drop a text on WhatsApp to check if her work is completed, I thought to call and something again stopped a 2 hour back she said she will take some break in some time and asked me to go to bed. later a day before  At night around 8pm, still trying to wipe the memories of her, I still wish it would be so easy to unlove someone, Mohabat karna hamare bus mai nahi but use door jaana wo hamare bus mai hai. But there was an inner urge to hear her voice, If the cost would have been so high I wish we never had met up, but every time I decided to move away from her the entire universe will tell me to take a step closure to her. I

 move on phase 3.1  I Hope this is my last phase of this story but not the last blog, I will surely come with more Note: This is a fictional story and kept it simple and raw, enjoy reading :) I wish sometimes our brain could be so advance that I could have erased those memories and it would be so great to start thighs all over again, but this is life uk, we need to keep going with those memories not because they keep haunting us all the way long but to accept what need not have been done. aaj bhi ,aaj bhi hazaro photo aur voice text bhare pade hai jo bina dekhe ya bina sune pata nahi q dimag mai aise he chalthe hai, ab se shayad zindagi itni asaan ho ki cigrate ke packet ke sath jaise smoking causes cancer aatha waise insaan ke sath aisa kuch warning ata tho red flag aur green flag ke chakar mai he nahi padh tha, But mai raha old school , hopless romatic person aur usmai meri khaami shayad over belief ho jismai aur agar red flag ho usko bhi green karne ki koshish rakhta  hu.  start mai

 waited too long  phase 2 Note: Dear readers if you are directly reading Phase 2, I recommend you to finish reading Phase 1 so that you can relate to Phase 2 and its continuation  Disclaimer: This story is based on imagination and no person's name is mentioned A year back, at my friend's place my friend was scrolling over his Instagram profile and I suddenly jumped up from my sitting to show him a meme, and in that very moment my eyes fell on a profile on his recommendation list, My brain being more sarcastic at that moment turned my mood romantic after seeing her. koi itni perfect kaise ho Sakti hai yaar, me taking more interest quickly grabbed his phone and started stalking her, agar zayadha technical mai explain karu tho, I guess I can put it this way, "She came like a virus and crashed my entire brain for a second" Pata chala ki she is not from the place where I currently stay, kuch khas pata nahi chal paya, lakin jo first sight tha wo bahut special tha, kuch khaa

Waited too long      when I'm writing this blog I came across this beautiful line that says  Never Ignore Truth For Temporary Happiness and you guys can relate to this at many points in my story, plug in your earphones play (kyle hume - if I would have known) music, and read it.  The sky has turned a light darker by now, the traffic has increased, the students are rushing home and I'm still waiting for her since afternoon with the same excitement which I carried while leaving home for that one smile of hers.  The city I stay in is very crowded and has high traffic, to be honest, but the first time the drive didn't feel that long, tho I was stuck in the usual traffic but I was not alone this time,  I had her moments when I first actually saw her, running all around my head, keeping myself busy, by this time she had hacked my brain with her vision running all over my head making me smile every now and then, yeah I guess the people on road might think I'm a crazy person w

         secret       Phase:1 Note:This story is based on writers fiction and imagination hope you love it Knock knock  R you there? She yelled standing outside my house, the moon was bright enough and there was complete silence except the sound of the waves hitting the shore. The lights of my house were turned down. The night was turning darker, the sound of the wind had raised its voice, I know you are  there please open the door, she yells again .This time her voice was broken down from inside and her tears rolling  down her face,her cheeks turned red like tomatoes with fresh white milky skin. The clouds had formed and the rain drops were  hitting the ground. The wave currents had raised its voice by hitting the shore, had the raindrops fallen down in grief.she with her printed top and a scarf around her neck with dark black jeans and a pair of white sneakers, which was slowly getting brown with the muddy patches all around. It was easy for me to sense her