Sep 20, 2009
SOUND OF HEART
I met her in orkut. I used to talk to her every day, as u know I am idle...lazy. nothing to do, so only work is orkuting haha
One day i was in front of system. Waiting her to come online. she used to come generally afternoon..after her class..she said she is taking classes in sap or wap .. i don know much about software.this time I thought I wan be cleaver. At any cost I want a gf.. I praised my self. Given self motivation and started the chat.
each and every reply was like,, a perfect answer.
I used to think twice b4 replying her. So my hard work paid me, got her number after 2 hours of HARD work, but what about the pic..?? I dint see her..b4 seeing i cant be emotional.. after all if want a beautiful GF..if she is not beautiful. and I talk emotionally.. that will brake hearts. Hahha typical guy I am..
So I used my so called brain.. (of course I hate god, dint given me as much I needed.
sometimes i doubt.. Whether he gave me any at all??)
I carefully balanced my chat and calls. finally after a month cleaver work.. I got the pic of her. My mind saying “she is not that beautiful”.. My heart is saying “pic is not that good” but she is beautiful. There is a big.. World war between my mind and heart... finally, heart won.. So i decided that she may be beautiful.. so go ahead . The result is ... I lessened my chat… and increased my calls.
The monthly bill used to make me happy... "ohh I talked with her these many hours.. Wow..hahha" ..she is from Bangalore. The 3rd month she came here on some work. she said she is going to stay with her relatives.. for 2-3 days. I asked her a date, im eager to see her. initiallay she a big NO...finally said ok. woooooooooooooooo...Im in cloud 9..10..11...12.....
I got a new t shirt and washed my bike.. got new..deo too. Then went to the place where we wan meet. i am waitng..waitng..lookin at each gal.. When i see a beautiful gal.. i pray "oh God..plase she must be her".. when I see a gal who is not good looking i pray again " she is not her naa thanks god.." so that prayer went on for a 15 min
Then..all of a sudden, the magical movements.. a cloud covered the sun to give shade, its cool breeze all around...an unknown heavenly music reached my eardrum.
i saw a gal stepped out of the bus graciously wearing white salwar kameez... like an angel.. the cool breeze whisper in my ears ..there is she...yes she is her ... .. she got down and innocently looking here and there...
I know it is for me she is looking..the breeze is playing with her hair.
I moved...slowly towards her..as I m stepping forward, my heard beat doubling ,any one can hear that... who is beside of me
I waked to her, and as i reached to her.. She turned to me and smiled.. smiled like a rose blossoming. I conformed myself..yes ...she is ... she is ...she is beautiful. I gently forwarded my hand, for a shake hand, She too did the same. I felt like touching a piece of sponge.
then we moved aside, under a tree shade, I said “you are beautiful”. again another rose...blossomed on her face. I am word less.....a dream is in front of me. What to do now...
I asked her ..lets sit somewhere in a garden.she said OK. But she said she don’t wan sit on my bike (god know why).I wondered, and said.. Sit too away from me,by that u cant touch me, but she said no. she said no to take an auto even. she preferred only bus.I parked my bike aside.. some safe place,and we both got into a bus. I feel every one is looking at us.I felt proud.. I am sure, my chest increased 4 inches. She is saying something with smile and I could not able to listen to her..first time. I felt. a deaf n dumb fellow too can enjoy.we reached the destination....I walked beside of her so proudly. its a great feeling.. wow..I am with a beautiful l gal.. Beside of me, she is 5.7…tall
We sat in a place where. the green grass filled with some unknown yellow flower petals. she is talking a lot ..Im jus listening.I forgot what ever she talking but only one word which I could listen is she is leaving that evening..:(