This is absolutely a piece of LOVE FICTION and names used are completely fictional and do not represent any person.....
PROLOGUE
Once upon a time in wonderland named ‘Love-dale’ lived an average looking metro-sexual man named Adam and a voluptuous very good- looking woman called Eve. They had never met before, but the moment they met they fell…FELL in for the most sort after emotion called LOVE. It was almost disaster at the first sight. They were attracted to each other as if they were two unlike poles of a magnet, they met and met again, inseparable, entwined they made it made it to each other's core. She blushed and he blushed even more they were blissfully unaware what was to follow…
Adam decided to write a BLOG about LOVE... for which he started an online interactive group.... LINGERING OCEANS VIA EMOTIONS
Here are some excerpts from his blog.....
~Chapisode 4~
~Chapisode 4~
Strange are the ways of
love... stranger are the people who fall in love.
Some people eat to live this fellow lived to eat. Surely even while writing down this part of his blog he must be chewing something.
Jhanvi, she was like all beautiful women bundled up into one. She was like an Apsara straight from heaven.
She lived on the fourth floor of a four storey building, just opposite my college gate.
We, me and my friends, then in our twelfth, used to spend a lot of time loitering below her balcony not exactly waiting for my Apsara to appear from the waning clouds but just as young boys our age do eyeing birds. You know?
Umesh always wanted an affirmation from people reading his side of the story, that his silly crude and sometimes even crass sense of humor, was understood and that you wanted more out of him.
One of the days as we were gazing and commenting on the sexy short skirt one of our classmates was wearing, we happened to hear someone call out ‘Shalini’.
It was actually the name of the same girl we were eyeing at with the short skimpy skirt. She looked up four floors, with her we looked up too.
She said ‘Hi’ assumingly to someone she knew.
We said ‘Hi’ too. Hi not the English one the Hindiwala Hiii.
Suddenly the short skirt of Shalini was of no interest to me, as I had seen someone else and it was time to check her out. My Apsara had emerged from the clouds. Here instead of the clouds there was a hazy sunlight hitting her from behind her shoulders and hair. Her golden hair shone even brighter than they were in the sunlight but her face was not so clearly visible.
‘Shalini are you coming’ the voice said.
Shalini replied ‘Yes’.
We replied in chorus, 'We are coming too.’
Perverts! It’s not that all men are one but they somehow enjoy portraying themselves one at least in front of their equally pervert company.
After that day it became a ritual to follow Shalini, not for her skimpy skirt but to check out on her esteemed association. First we did what guys want to do. You know?
People reading his posts would surely wonder if Umesh actually respected any women. He always had this one liner used repeatedly to the point of boredom. ‘You know how women are.’
They love praise and the best part is they are so blind on it they do not even come to know when it’s untrue. Like we told Shalini that she had lovely eyes when actually we never saw anything beyond her sexy long legs.
Pervert at his best.
Shalini met us near the Sandwich stall closer to our college gate but not visible from Apsara’s gallery. Clever, aren’t they?
Apsara was just about to arrive while we waited talking to Shalini, all sorts of nonsense just so that those million seconds would pass by.
Soon she again emerged, this time from the other side of the road. As vehicles passed by she tried to make her way out through them, first till the divider and than through the speeding vehicles again. Until she reached us we kept gazing at her.
She was not an Apsara she was a woman bestowed with all qualities girls her age just fancy for. Her hair was one thing we had already noticed, her beautifully carved body was what we noticed when she stood up at the divider and adjusted her Dupatta. We were dying to shake hands with her but she said just a 'Hi'. And we did the same, this time just in our imagination, the Hindiwala hiii!.
Umesh shamelessly continued blogging.
She was something! I just wanted to marry her straight away. I asked her out for a tea date at one of the Irani bakeries nearby. She agreed but suggested a better one since it was far from her house limits.
We met at the place decided and for security she took Shalini along. Actually the short skirt that Shalini wore that day, she was the one who would need security.
Imagine first official meeting with his woman to be, Umesh was observing Shalini’s skirt.
It was the shortest one she had.
I ordered a Bun maska, Shalini ordered a Mava cake, and Jhanvi ordered a cold drink. We spoke about everything from Shalini’s pet dog Rexy to college lecturers to Jhanvi’s family including my dear bro in law Jim.
Umesh looks like never will know what women are. Women are like Shalini who wear clothes because they feel good in them not to please ogling eyes of men like Umesh and his brethren. They trust them knowing little most men think through their mind very few through their heart and there are even some others who actually never think.
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One more such strange
pair was of Umesh and Jhanvi.
Some people eat to live this fellow lived to eat. Surely even while writing down this part of his blog he must be chewing something.
Jhanvi, she was like all beautiful women bundled up into one. She was like an Apsara straight from heaven.
She lived on the fourth floor of a four storey building, just opposite my college gate.
We, me and my friends, then in our twelfth, used to spend a lot of time loitering below her balcony not exactly waiting for my Apsara to appear from the waning clouds but just as young boys our age do eyeing birds. You know?
Umesh always wanted an affirmation from people reading his side of the story, that his silly crude and sometimes even crass sense of humor, was understood and that you wanted more out of him.
One of the days as we were gazing and commenting on the sexy short skirt one of our classmates was wearing, we happened to hear someone call out ‘Shalini’.
It was actually the name of the same girl we were eyeing at with the short skimpy skirt. She looked up four floors, with her we looked up too.
She said ‘Hi’ assumingly to someone she knew.
We said ‘Hi’ too. Hi not the English one the Hindiwala Hiii.
Suddenly the short skirt of Shalini was of no interest to me, as I had seen someone else and it was time to check her out. My Apsara had emerged from the clouds. Here instead of the clouds there was a hazy sunlight hitting her from behind her shoulders and hair. Her golden hair shone even brighter than they were in the sunlight but her face was not so clearly visible.
‘Shalini are you coming’ the voice said.
Shalini replied ‘Yes’.
We replied in chorus, 'We are coming too.’
Perverts! It’s not that all men are one but they somehow enjoy portraying themselves one at least in front of their equally pervert company.
After that day it became a ritual to follow Shalini, not for her skimpy skirt but to check out on her esteemed association. First we did what guys want to do. You know?
Find her phone number. Exactly that is
what we did. And to do that firstly we had to befriend Shalini. It was not that
she was not our friend but we needed to befriend her to get to know more about
my Apsara. Girls you know how they are? Shalini agreed to make us meet, after a
bout of complements and a promise to never let Apsara know that the meeting was
a planned one.
People reading his posts would surely wonder if Umesh actually respected any women. He always had this one liner used repeatedly to the point of boredom. ‘You know how women are.’
They love praise and the best part is they are so blind on it they do not even come to know when it’s untrue. Like we told Shalini that she had lovely eyes when actually we never saw anything beyond her sexy long legs.
Pervert at his best.
Shalini met us near the Sandwich stall closer to our college gate but not visible from Apsara’s gallery. Clever, aren’t they?
Apsara was just about to arrive while we waited talking to Shalini, all sorts of nonsense just so that those million seconds would pass by.
Soon she again emerged, this time from the other side of the road. As vehicles passed by she tried to make her way out through them, first till the divider and than through the speeding vehicles again. Until she reached us we kept gazing at her.
She was not an Apsara she was a woman bestowed with all qualities girls her age just fancy for. Her hair was one thing we had already noticed, her beautifully carved body was what we noticed when she stood up at the divider and adjusted her Dupatta. We were dying to shake hands with her but she said just a 'Hi'. And we did the same, this time just in our imagination, the Hindiwala hiii!.
Umesh shamelessly continued blogging.
She was something! I just wanted to marry her straight away. I asked her out for a tea date at one of the Irani bakeries nearby. She agreed but suggested a better one since it was far from her house limits.
We met at the place decided and for security she took Shalini along. Actually the short skirt that Shalini wore that day, she was the one who would need security.
Imagine first official meeting with his woman to be, Umesh was observing Shalini’s skirt.
It was the shortest one she had.
I ordered a Bun maska, Shalini ordered a Mava cake, and Jhanvi ordered a cold drink. We spoke about everything from Shalini’s pet dog Rexy to college lecturers to Jhanvi’s family including my dear bro in law Jim.
But then Jhanvi had to
go. She said she had a kid brother to go and take care of. You know how women
are?
Umesh looks like never will know what women are. Women are like Shalini who wear clothes because they feel good in them not to please ogling eyes of men like Umesh and his brethren. They trust them knowing little most men think through their mind very few through their heart and there are even some others who actually never think.
Women are like Jhanvi who
take care of their kid brother’s equally well like they take care of their
dignity in company of men like Umesh, fall in for men like him truly and fully
and then spend an entire life taking care of this MCP who would never realize
what women are.
You know how men are?
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