ruffledheart

After looking at herself, becoming that enraged-over-everything kind of woman; that she had never been in her entire life, She decides to get off this sore feeling and take a breeze. She gets up early to face the beautiful dawn at her backyard, and a few rounds later takes up her phone when her messenger beeps a message, that ran a rosiness in every nerve of her body and soul. She hurries up for a shower, and in the shower, calculating by what time she would be free and how. Her hands move speedily in the kitchen to prep-up the breakfast. She gets pink, humming songs, reviving memories and her heart-beat counts run high, it's now audible to her. All this chalked up her wish to wind it all fast. To receive the call with all ease. And share words and pangs and smiles and inscriptions of heart and soul; with no hassles. But, to her agony, the phone never rang . She has this twinge feeling in her bosom and the soreness has been on its peak every passing hour of that day. She pi...

It is an unassailable man's claim to love. Milksops can't think of reciprocating the tenderness.

The moment she felt detached from him a bit, The one on her lap vehemently called out " Papa ..." And it struck to her mind about the love-knot that had bound them together. Forever.

His fruity voice was enticing like his way ; of luring her to whichever direction. She never had had any idea of his next move; from spring to Autumn, it went in a blink of eye. The heart that once conceived the fire of immense love became an unbreakable ice-rock. No matter how blazing and fiery the fire once had been, it could no longer melt the frostiness. The single way to break that brittle crystalline solid that encrusted her heart was the warmth of his baritone voice, that had always proved to be no less than the hammer breaking it all in just one stroke.

It melted thousand Suns down her throat just by hearing the phrase ,"i won't be able to make a call.." His voice was as soothing to her as water to the one yearning for it since quite long. The Doctor warned her of becoming frail due to lack of hydration. Her heart wept hard, she could no way explain to the Doctor that her ocean was too far to dampen her parched soul...

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...