ruffledheart

Part 1 She was on her desktop experiencing Orkut as she just joined it. She seemed to enjoy this new way to know and also  being known and admired by people she is friends with. Those who didn't know each other also used to pull up their sleeve, sending requests, admiring photos, commenting on posts. It was kind of a high tide that splashed itself on everyone. None could be spared from getting  drenched.  Facebook is a latter branch of the social networking tree. So,  while sitting and enjoying staring at people's profiles and also exploring what New she could  do to make her profile all the more interesting and how to get connected with a good number of friends, she got pinged. Pinged by a boy she didn't know, saying 'Hi' was quite astonishing to her, for she had been studying in a girls school and didn't seem to have met him anywhere.  While thinking, the chat box blinked again and there was 'Hiiiiiiiiiii', confusing her with so many 'i...

I had always been Jane Austen's fan; in a way of always pouring my most generous admiration to her writings. Since I was young, (not that I'm aging now), I had always dreamed of being her most fascinating, romantic creature that she would infuse in her writings carrying the whole sequence with utmost passion. To be precise, as her most loved romantic heroines of her handsome, affluent, upscaled royal Bachelors! And then I was to be wide awake, having My Real Man(no way out of my dreams) sleeping next to me. Looking at him, at times I feel I am a Misfit in his life. Cheers  to him too, for being the same to me. I believe in Destiny! And above it, I believe there is HE who has bound us, two completely different freaks together to end up smile at each other's moronic ways(his are much higher) no matter how the beginning was, it's all well that runs well.. Astounding at the midst of the fact, that there is nothing that we come on a same plane for, except that We made a...