How many people think that this is true that every couple has atleast one break up amongst them. Trust me what they think is right.
This is my story asking DO LOVE STORIES EVER DIE ?
Can modern day gadgets like ipod, laptop, mobile,`http:www` era of internet bring you the love of your life?
You haven`t met her earlier, but commit to marry. will you still call this is a love marriage or an arranged marriage?
And what if on the engagement day while you pull the ring out from your pocket, you realize what you planned was just a dream which will never come true..?
How would you react when a beautiful person comes into your life, becomes your most precious possession and then one day goes away from you ....... forever? without a word, without a glance, without looking back............
Not all love stories are meant to have a perfect ending. some stay incomplete. Yet they are beautiful in their own way. I believes , love is some where we have to find .......But Trust me love is everywhere if u feel from your heart......but I lost it.
After a long hectic office schedule i got a 2 days holiday after my breakup .......I decide to visit dehradun alone. on the same day I took night bus from ISBT kashmiri gate(N.delhi). in next morning I reached Dehradun. It is early morning. after along walk along with my loneliness I am resting on a bench in small tea-stall. there is women sitting next to me. I don't know her .. She is with her daughter who is jumping on a chair. She is probably five years old.
I am lost in my own thought. i am seeing the small girl who is playing by herself and enjoying it. I hear the loud voice of the women sitting next to me. ``Dont do that ! Sit properly or you``fall ... Infront of my unfocused eyes the small girl fall down from the chair. Then it speeds up and I hear the same voice again. "Dont do that you will fall .............. No.... No... no
The little girl is lying on the ground. I am trying to understand what was happened.
Her mother sitting next to me cries her name.
I know that name.
And, suddenly, I am scared. I look at her and then at her daughter. I run to help her. I am worried and breathing heavily. I kneel to life her up. She is not crying. I check her face, her hands and legs for cuts and scrapes. Innocently, she says she is fine. I am cleaning the dirt from her clothes. There is a tear in my eye. I hold her face in my hands and tell her that it is good she is fine and I smile.
Her worried mother reaches us takes her in her arms. I stand up and I want to make sure if what I heard was correct or just my imagination.
I ask her, "What`s your name?"
Helping her hair behind her ear, exactly in the same way, she says in her cute voice, "My name is Marita,"
I keep staring at her for a while. her mother looks at me,
I tell her, "It`s a beautiful name."
Then I walk back. There is a tear in my eye .... Trust Me..........