An arrogant stranger

Do you remember everyone of the many you meet everyday? Of course, you don’t. However, few cross your mind couple of times, few linger for awhile and there are those few whom you would never forget. You might have spent just few minutes with them but no matter how brief the encounter was they would have left everlasting impression in your heart. It might be hatred, love or just admiration that you might have developed towards them in those brief moments but what’s important is the intensity of that feeling if it were to remain in your heart, forever.

Sometimes, it might take years to make an opinion about a person…to realize what exactly your feelings are for that someone, who always occupies your mind whenever you are alone.

Return

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“If he doesn’t return then we shall bring him back”, they swore and rode away, leaving behind a hope of freedom, of peace.

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“Do not be scared. I shall never harm you”.

No matter how much he assured her that she was safe, she wouldn’t believe him and it hurt him to see fear in her face. He wanted her to smile…smile for him, but he did not know how to make her happy.

Goodbye

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I was so obsessed with this particular television series that I wouldn't miss any of its episodes, no matter what. The storyline was so good that it made me want to watch it over and over. It might sound insane but I suppose that I was in love with the protagonist and about whether I still posses such strong feelings for him or not, I do not know. However, he's on my mind often, more than he ought to be. You must be wondering whether am I not misinterpreting my feelings for him and it could be that I’m just attracted to him. Trust me! I've seen more good looking men than him but none have managed to haunt my thoughts and dreams for so long. It might not be love but surely not just an infatuation.

Dream boy

She fancied staring out from her bedroom's window while everyone else slept in their warm beds, lost in their dreams. The silence of the night and the beauty of the still world always appealed to her. She would stay awake until the first sun ray hit the earth, just sitting on her windowsill and doing nothing but absorbing the beauty of the dark. She loathed light, unlike others.

Every morning, her mother would complain about her eyebags and how skinny she looked, but she gave a damn. She didn't want anyone to tell her what she should look like and what she should wear. She didn't bother dressing up. Lipstick was the last thing that she wanted on her dressing table. However, she had beautiful long hair that she had maintained pretty well.

She always took the subways to go to the college instead of the college bus because subways were considerably dark. The entire time she was in the train, she would just stare at the relatively moving wall. She never noticed people around her and so did they. She always went unnoticed, thanks to her skinny physique.

"Not-so-feminine" Me

"My Sins against Gender-Stereotypes" sounds interesting, right? Almost everyone in the blogosphere are doing this tag and now, it's my turn. Firstly, thanks to Avada Kedavra and BlabberBlah for tagging me.

I don't classify the below characteristic of mine as masculine but they are definitely not feminine. The ten non-feminine things about me are:

* I neither hate pink nor fancy it.

* I first beat up people and then talk. Sometime back, a guy had stolen my bicycle. I went to his place with my dad's latti and bashed him nicely, before I brought my bicycle back.

Girls' night out

“Girl, I will be there on time. Don’t you worry!” saying that Sunita dashed into her Nano. The night had just started and she was excited already. The night out had been Gita’s plan and all the girls had straightaway agreed to it. It was just them and they could do anything from gossiping to flaunting their swankiness, discussing their boyfriends and husbands to who-slept-with-whom, and nobody would interrupt them with politics and sports talks. She was sure that it would be one helluva night with just glamor, wine and lots of giggling.

Sunita studied her reflection for one last time, as she glossed her lips . She had picked up a black dress, high heels and a silver colored purse that went with it, perfectly. According to her, a women had to look her best until she went to her grave.

3 things!

Thanks to Deeps! for tagging me.


* 3 Famous Names of Mine: Nethra, Nethra and Nethra
    PS: Everyone address me by my name...no nicknames, no pet-names and I like it that way. 


* 3 Things that Scare Me: Myself, God and Rejection.


* 3 Things that make me Smile: Sweet memories, my imaginary boy-friend and Tinku (my pet).

Hidden

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Hidden, it remained.

The journey had drained them completely, yet they wanted to continue. It would take more than hunger, few bruises and near death to make them abandon the hunt. They were men of sands and would never go back on their words, not even at the cost of their lives. They were determined to find the treasure, no matter what.

Trust, it's Love!

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Love, unknown

Social networking sites on Internet embraced her with open arms while assuring freedom from her loneliness. She had couple of friends from her school and college, but they were busy chasing their dreams and it left her craving for some company and attention. Internet offered plenty of it. She met like-minded people and they always made her feel wanted. Unlike others, she found life in the virtual world.

Exchanging names, then exchanging phone-numbers, an hour chit-chat and finally meeting up in real, it was easier than she had supposed. She knew what she wanted and she was ready to pay any price to get it, the price being time. Sometimes, she would also explore the real world. If she encountered someone in a pub or saw someone on street checking her out, then she would encourage them with a smile and sometimes even befriend them. The Virtual world had not only taken away her loneliness but it had made her confident. Now, she had a reason to smile and people, whom she could call friends.