Kharagpur And Her :)

Always wished to take my girl home someday. Tried a lot of times but each time something or the other went wrong. So, finally, this November, I could gather all the courage and took her to meet my mother. Also, visited Kharagpur and had an awesome Illumination 2k18.I take this opportunity to share some pictures and memoirs in my blog.As I opened my blogger account, I see I have neglected this for a long time now.So with the first picture,

This is from the train in which we were travelling. The 6:55 Howrah-Titlagarh Ispat express will always be favourite since it has a lot of memories attached with it now.

We got down at Kharagpur Junction at around 8:45.

This is after I took her home and She was playing with all the articles there on my shelf and we were pretty nervous to meet Don Corleone: God Mother. :P

Meeting with God mother was great and swift. She was not very hyper or asked a lot of question but it was a terrifying experience for me where I tried my best to handle the situations ;pThis pictures of from "Little Sister Confectionery"This is Kharagpur's one of the oldest confectionery. The place also has a restaurant and a bar attached.

Visiting Kharagpur and not visiting "Cafe Coffee Day IIT Kharagpur" is very foolish. Since, A CCD inside an educational Institution like IIT is all about cheap food and awesome ambiance. Though I have been going to this place for years now and we know each of the menus that you can get here but outsiders seldom know about CCD being this cheap.

This is Vegies. Another food joint inside IIT Campus. This is a good place to hangout with friends or family. This is very near to CCD.

This picture is taken from the top of Lakeside Bridge on the water.

You must be wondering, what lakeside can be inside IIT. Lakeside is a park made inside the Campus. This is a park just beside the IIT swimming pool and the Technology Gymkhana. people all over Kharagpur visit this park for morning walks and evening walks. though it is limited to just people residing inside IIT Campus.

This picture is taken on the way to Kharagpur's one of the two air-force station called "Salua". Salua also has a lot of small food chains which mainly sell Tibetian cuisine at a very cheap price.As, you can see, Ishani riding the bike, me in the middle wearing helmet for safety and my brother sitting in the end being the ultimate protector.We had an awesome experience visiting Salua and having Tibetan dishes called Momos and Thaipos.The other picture is of another restaurant called Hong Kong.

Now, coming back to Illumination, It is actually a small festival celebrated inside the IIT campus. where all the IITians take part. they create wonderful figures using arrangements of candles or the Diyas and bring them into shapes where it looks like a very big picture glowing out of fire and another part of Illumination is creating Rangolis on the floor using different coloured powders.We saw a lot of Rangolis and Illumination was really great.I am attaching more pictures of Illumination later in this post.

This is Peep's Kitchen, A good restaurant inside Technology Market, IIT Kharagpur. We had our dinner from here.

This is Kharagpur Station at around 4 in the morning. We were freezing in cold the entire night inside IIT. So, we thought of having tea but none of the shops were open so we traveled to Kharagpur Station for tea.

The following morning was very tiring as we didn't sleep the entire night and we also had a train to catch the following day. This picture was taken in front of Rani Laxmi Bai Hall for women.Although there are no more pictures with me but honestly, this trip to Kharagpur was very exuberant and awesome. Looking forward to Spring Fest 2019.Now I am attaching some more Pictures from Illumination 2k18.

The pictures of illumination are taken from "Click Kgp's Facebook page".

After a long time; Just another try

Immensely attracting me throughout the day,

Shining like a diamond in each and every way.

Hovering in my head, like a pretty little love song,

Aiding my memories, while my life was full of just wrong.

Nights since then became so full of peace and solace,

Indispensable you are, how do you always manage to amaze.

Making my life look so interesting suddenly,

Optimizing everything and igniting it vibrantly.

Never did I ever, deserved all of this in my dreams,

Delightful as it is now, A miracle as it now seems.

Another try to write again, I hope you will like it,

Longing to be there till the end and experience it by every bit.

Amra Bangali :)

Sathe thakle manush kono jinser gurutto bujhte pare na,

Seta jawar por kimba hariye phelar por , bojha jaye mullo, manusher kache||

Bangali, Kotha ta shunte joto ta bhalo lage tototai mishit ekta bepar ei bangle samrojjo jure| Choto bela theke bangle bhasha ke eto ta kach theke chena, eto shokriyo bhabe onubhob kora ta sobar bhagge thakena| Maa amake bangle poraten, sekhaten bornomala, na parle upojukto shashti o diye thakten| Ami ki ei bhashar govirota, mishtota bujhe uthte perechilam? Na, motei na, amio somosto choto balakder moton engregi sekha kimba engreji pathshalar dikei akrishto hoe engreji bolar chesta chalatam|Eto byakaron, Bornona, kobita, kabyochoto belaye porte kimba mukhosto korte kar bhalo lage? Pathshala theke Bidyaloy, engregi bolte na parle shashti hobe, kintu keno? Amra na bangali? Amra hindi kimba bangle sikhei ba ki korbo?

Din barlo, boro holam dhire dhire, kobiguru ke bhalobashte laglam, sei kumor parar gorur gari diye hathe khori, tarporengreji kobita, kabyo pore boro howa | kobigurur proti ek ajob sneho jege uthlo |kenoi ba eto sneho? Kenoi ba eto taan ? bujhe uthte parlam na| Bangla cholochitro kimba natok dekhte bhishon e lojja lagto kintu ekhon? Thak ei bishoye ar govire na jawai bhalo |

Bangali howar sathe ekhon ami bangle ke niye bhishon bhabe gorbito| Robi thakur hok ba Nazrul, Netaji kimba Khudiram, Satyajit Ray kimba Rituporno Ghosh ittadi, bojhar khomota oron korechi| Bujhte sikhechi | Bhalobashte sikhechi | mene nite sikhechi | thik bhuler parthokko korte sikhechi| Amra Bangali, amra karur theke choto kimba vinno noye| Banglaye ekshote te eksho pawa kei bangali bojhaye na, banglar proti bhalobasha bojhaye na|Dure kothao somosto vindeshi pranider majhkhane ekjon bangali ke khuje pawar jei anubhob, anondo, ullash lukiye thake seta nije anubhob korlei bojha jaye, kotota taan amader banglar dike, bangalir dike| Mach bhaaat khawa kimba rosogolla khete bhalobashakei bangali bojhaye na, banglar proti anurag, banglar proti somman, bannglar proti snighdhotai holo asol bangalir protik|

Anek to holo engregi,

Anek to holo onno onno bhasha,

Bangle likhte amio sikhini

Tobu bangle ke bhalobasha ||

Boitoroni par hote hobe ekdin

Furiye jache je shomoy dhire dhire,

Jibone sneho bangle ke niye

Sikheo anno bhasha, takiye achi banglar dike fire fire ||

(tried a hand on writing something in bangla :P jani baje tobuo chesta )

Loyal Heart, Honest Feelings, Innocent Soul, Excruciating Agony, Sacred Love

Cheated once…

He learnt the basics to survive in a relationship of a loyal love and a treacherous partner. He learnt how one may deceive his feelings and betray him even after knowing him better than everyone else. He learnt how he might not trust on people blindly and let them have enough of him. He decided not to fall in love again… he decided not to trust on someone so blindly again.

Broken trust, first love failure, ruthless agony, betrayed soul, lonely heart, humiliated feelings, innocent mind, confused attitude, spoilt aim, bad academics result  these made him grow stronger a bit. He started making new friends. People came and went, he knew it’s hard to trust people and go ahead celebrating new friendships. He welcomed new people in life. He started trying to be a stronger person.

“Your first break up is the reason for your further next relationships in life.”

Cheated twice…

Fell in love again. This was comparatively a better relation. He used his basics to survive as many days as he could possibly last. Expectations killed his soul. Surviving in that relation for more number of days, than the last one made him think about “forever”. Foolish was he? This time he knew how life can be judgmental at times and throw curve balls at him to bring him down. This time he took longer than before to go ahead and celebrate the new bond. “What might have gone wrong?” he thought. “She spoke sweet things, promised to stay forever, kissed his cheeks and held his hands, danced in the rain.” Wasn’t it enough for a starting of a new forever?   

Broken faith, excruciating agony, sense of self destruction, betrayed heart, lonely soul, humiliated love, innocent feelings, complicated situations, academic failure, darkened future, strange feelings, disloyalty shots, trust broken yet another time. He couldn’t take this in. Decided not to lose focus, never fall for another girl who would cause more damage in his soul and make him weak like a cotton shred on a stormy evening. He changed his mind of being this loyal and trustworthy. He decided to be bad. He decided to be stronger than ever. He planned on just returning back the favour to every other girl who bisects his life at any point. He decided to play with their feelings and give them a kiss of fate as well.

“Infatuations are cute, until things get serious and it turns you into something you are not”

Cheated again…

Things went on for a little number of days. He didn’t change. He was still the same weak, innocent and loyal soul who even after planning so many decisions, facing disloyalty and dishonesty decided to fall in love again. He made friends who lead an easy life spoiling innocence in the name of love and taking advantage of such beneficiary situations. He never could possibly do that in reality matters not how many damn times he decided on choosing this not so regular path. Break up this time broke him up completely. Break up just came knocking at his door slowly after a long togetherness of loyalty and pretensions, perpetual and loving forever’s versus treacherousness and dishonesty at its best. “Expectation is a bitch” he concluded. What would happen to someone who is cheated for the third time and every time a bit longer stay in a relationship than the last. This time he had already made up so many plans for the “dishonesty forever”. He worked hard just to stand up to her expectations. She not only betrayed him. She insulted his feelings the worst way possible, taught him the real meaning of disloyalty and dirty politics. She taught him the bad part of life where trust, love and honesty are just hard words and are never used in the dictionaries produced by the countrymen.

Innocent soul, broken heart, self destruction at its best, complicated soul, humiliated love, insulted feelings, intensely excruciating agony, dishonest touches, disloyalty wrapped kisses, irreconcilable situations, impeccably shattered dreams and hopes, hurt smiles, unfaithful and strongly lethal blows of disloyalty. She promised him a perpetual stay; he promised her a beautiful forever. They kissed, they held hands, they planned things together, they spoilt each other a little, he made her smile and she made him cry. They were even. He decided to try the wrong path. He decided to stop being good, he planned to exploit every other girl he meets in life.

“Just right in middle of an ordinary life, love gives you a fairy tale.”

Cheated?

No…

After so many decisions and plans, the first person who hit him made him fall in love with her. After so much of sufferings, agonies and learning how to exploit people other than being good to them and be loyal again, he fell in love. Can you believe it; again he did the same mistake. Was he truly in love or he was just being pretentious to go ahead and try being the evil he was planning to. Is he still the same loyal, honest and loving person? Or he is just trying to be pretentious enough not to give her even an inch’s hint of what he is planning to do?

He is in love…

Needless to say, he is in love. He is in deep, dark, pure love and he again plans not to give up on his better half. He plans to be by her side at every inch even if she doesn’t need him. He plans to wake up by her side every morning and sleep beneath her soft skin, making love. He plans to kiss her every time he gets an opportunity. He plans to make each of her dreams come true. He plans to keep her happy till the end of time. He plans to marry her and have babies with her. He plans to play with them, have a family and teach them with whatever knowledge he has acquired. He plans to grow old with her. He plans to see the whole world with her. He plans to sit with her with all his grandsons and granddaughters and talk about every fairy tale that could be talked about. He plans to have a beautiful forever.

A perpetual and irrevocable love, a sacred love, a true love, a loyal love, a forever, an entangled love, an epitome of love. He loves her greatly, she loves him as well. His love, plans, expectations, decisions, feelings and all the other things are yet again wrapped with honesty and loyalty.

“Nothing lasts forever”

He is scared.

He is doubtful, he won’t make it this time, he would die, and his heart is weak enough to take another heart break, dishonesty, pretension and an end of a chapter. But till things are close to being this happy. He is happy as well

Almighty, help him.

He needs you…

Shotti :)

Ei desh ei shomoye

Kal ki hobe keo jane na ...

kal ki hoechilo keo mone rakhe na ...

Kenoi ba mone rakhbe

Kenoi ba raat jege tomar kotha bhabbe...

Ei desh chayamoye

Ei jogot mayamoye...

bhalo je koro tumi ek hajar ek baar

kharaper poth kenoi ba dhorle?

Sei mote ekbar?

Ei manush, ei jogot ki bhison kripon

Dorkar jotobar, pase chaye totobar

Pase theko bondhu, bhule jewo na abar

Dorkar sesh holo, bondhur dwesh holo

Laglo na shomoye, seshe biched holo...

Sesh hoye jabe ekdin, sesh hoye jabe ei shomoye

Thakbena kichutei, jibone se pronoye,

Pabe na sathe tumi ase pase lok jon,

Eklai jabe tumi, bhari kore sobar mon

Arey hey bondhu, dhire dhire prohor gon...

Baitarani par kore, notun ek bhumi dekho,

Eto sukher majhe, mone amar sthan rekho,

Hobena je dekha , nai ba mone rakhle,

Amar khushi dukhkher aabir...

Nai ba ei shomoye makhle...

an approach towards bengali ... though i suck high times i know... still i jjst tried to rhyme the words and scribble sentences... anyway its 415 am now ... need to sleep :P bye 

To Her :*

I love you with all my heart :*

People realize it late and life never gives us a second chance to make a first good impression :*

During my darkest times, even when I was dreaming nightmares and trying to fight against my dreams, I wasn’t sure the aftermath would be such blissful.

Love, hopes, optimism, happiness, they all left me in the tempest that struck my courtyard and shattered my garden. I was broke, Broken to such an extent that even the strongest adhesive wouldn’t be capable of joining the broken pieces back.

Sympathy; No one expects sympathy without support after they are mentally down for a long time or after they are literally screwed by the good god for not calling him good maybe :* ..... They all felt pity for me, they came when they heard about me, they consoled me but once the topic was starting to fade away they all left. They left not because they thought I am okay. They left because they believed that I wouldn’t be worthy enough of being one of the flowers in the garland. Harsh, isn’t it? Where do you think people should go when they are mentally devastated? Sending him to rehabilitation? I don’t think it can help someone until the poison is extracted out of his head and the reason for his agony, is perfectly known. And also, there is always a person in everyone’s life, who possesses the ability to extract the agony and caress the injury with the relevant and needed drug. But what if that someone who is the most necessary at that moment of time turns her back and walks away? Walks away just because she thinks, you are not worthy of being her friend anymore. Much harsh, isn’t it? Just like every tree needs support to stand still when the wind tries to uproot them, likewise every single entity on this planet needs support to stay calm and fight their physical and mental stress.

Miracles do happen. When every door is closed, trust me, go ahead and search, and you would always find a door open just to help you out. Maybe the good god plans these ideas and implies it on us. Or maybe he is just playing the rat and the maze game with all our lives.

Just when I had given up all my hopes and I had nothing to lose anymore, YOU happened :* You came like a gift wrapped with a lot of beautifully solace emitting energy and somehow pulled me up from the crevasse, the wind had tossed me into. True that it took time for me to let you see my injuries, my agony. But trust me I felt comfortable with you. I didn’t even realize when my wounds healed. I didn’t realize when I started recovering. But, within days, I recovered.

Did the good god sent you? Or maybe, you are the good god himself, disguised in this pretty little human form. Tears turned to happiness, agony into hope. Isn’t it wonderful  to know that love converts each of your problem into small equations that can be so easily be solved like the ones in our mathematics book. They say, easily achieved things doesn’t stays for long, and I realized, you were not even close to easy, to be achieved.

Sanchari Ghatak, you are magnetic, trust me, you are. Those eyes, the nose :* the lips that rightfully touches mine and gives me a feeling like never before, those expressions :* the cute hands around my neck :*   the madness that we do when we are together, the charm :* the togetherness. You are just the kind of person everyone would want to be. But unfortunately, you are limited edition and you are mine :* and now I am sure, I am selfish enough to defeat the selfish giant in this field. I rather won’t like spring to come even it take to live in winter, in my entire life. But I won’t let anyone get a share of you :* I love you with all my heart :* and till death may take us apart, I promise to love you every moment forever :*   

  

My First short story :) : Just a try

He found her when she was heartbroken, upset, angry, frustrated and didn’t have an interest to live her life any further.  She lost the excitement to face the hurdles in life. All she needed was a shot of her very special drug mixed with poison that would kill her with the essence of pleasure that the drug would provide her. She didn’t know the façade of her existence. The only person who made her feel complete had left her since she was expecting a baby. Is it too harmful for a girl to expect a baby and get her heart broken by her partner, who is supposedly the baby’s father? She was hurt, so damn hurt that she would impeccably endeavor death. Why do they do this? Just for an hour of pleasure they don’t care about the life of a child that they are intentionally ruining.

He found her in one of the banks of Ganga.  He wasn’t sure if he should touch her and check if she needed any kind of help. But once he saw her, he gazed at her beauty. How immaculately did almighty designed women? He thought. It was inscrutable for him to understand her pain. After much thinking he lifted her, carried her home instead of the nearest police station. He knew he would get himself fired by his seniors if they would ever come to know about the step he took. Was it lust? Or was it a feeling that we all know to be the four magical lettered word ‘love’. The definitions of love are at times too prolix to understand. Some have even experienced it to the core, “the outcome is very complex” as some of them may conclude and for the rest of the world it’s just a feeling that lasts for a temporary time and lives you nowhere but in the air, you fall, you die. He tried to wake her up but she didn’t. when he could find no way but take strict actions against her will and take care of her, he called the only woman at his house , his sister to take care of her, get her semi wet clothes changed and call for a doctor. His sister was a gentle lady; she took care of everything that could make the stranger feel uncomfortable.

The doctor is believed to be the messenger of the god who cures your illness with pills and then kills you with the bills. He prescribed medicines, injected antidotes, charged his fees and left. He was there, beside her always till she finally woke up after a number of countless hours. He wasn’t an inch inquisitive about her story. If he would want he could just screw her like the rest of the world both mentally as well as physically. He could have taken her to a nearby hospital and hand over her to his boss, who would in return pay him a handsome amount and a better position in the kind of work they dealt with. Was it lust? Lust takes great shape in a person’s head and comes out striking from the most inexpressible part of one’s body. Lust can make people reach any extent and quench their physical thirst. Was the same thing happening with him and he wanted to keep her with him just because he loved her body and getting her recover was another chance he wanted to prove it to his soul that he is expert in his work. Needless to say he didn’t do anything of that sort. And took care of her till she was alright enough to go back and decide her life.

She woke up; found herself in a completely different world. A world that had no high class centralized air conditioner or huge number of cosmetics on the dressing table, the sweet smell of room fresheners, the cozy bed she slept on, the blanket, the soft pillows and a lot of other things. This was different, this world sent chills over her spine and she tried to recall what had happened to her after she shot herself with a heavy dose of lysergic acid diethylamide. Was she safe her? Perhaps safer than the rest of the places in the world, she didn’t knew. But she was scared to see a guy sitting by her, who by any probability doesn’t looks like the one she had been dating for years. The one who broke her heart, the one who intentionally backed off after he came to know, she was expecting a baby.

He was no way aware of any of this fact. To him, she was just another girl who happened to be one of the best examples of beauty; he ever came across in his entire lifetime. Love at first sight? Was it happening to him? The answer was uncertain but it wasn’t hard to understand the feelings he was having in his head and the soft corner for her that he had already grown, with his actions. The world is a strange place; some very exuberantly rejects his own baby, some exuberantly accepts a stranger, keeps them at their home, pays for their treatment. But trust me this world is selfish place, no one does a job selflessly. Behind every single living entity, heir works a negative force called “selfishness”. You may not agree to it but yes it exists. Without being selfish, one cannot excel in life; and who doesn’t wants to achieve their dreams.

She started asking a lot of questions; how did he find her? Who changed her clothes? Why is she there? Did he inform her boyfriend? And a lot of other questions as you may know if you would have been in a same situation like that. He was not an inch surprised with her reactions but somewhere deep in his heart the word ‘boyfriend’ did make an impact. What could he have done? It was very obvious for someone like her to already have a very charming, ideal and handsome partner; little did he know about her past. He made his mind, kept calm and decided to take care of her till her boyfriend comes and takes her with him to his castle. He treated her like a princess. He asked her to know how she reached the banks of the river. She narrated him the tale. The tale that was beautiful. The tale that didn’t had a word that would make anyone feel the pain that she had gone through. Yes, she made up the story , she never wanted to let people know; how the father of her child betrayed her after she was a month or two pregnant and needed maximum care and support.

He kept quiet; he smiled as she narrated him, her tale. Only he knew what he was going through mentally, but why? Was it love? How come someone who is cruel enough to sell girls in the market fall in love with the same entity he sells to earn his living? Was it a dream? No, perhaps not. He was into the most deceiving yet beautiful thing in the world; love. A love that instantly happened when he carried her home, a love that had no explanation of how, when and where? The expressions and actions of a twenty six year old woman made him fall in love. He couldn’t believe it. He regretted the times he made fun of his friends whom he had seen go crazy for their girls and even spend time being depressed and down for countless time. He regretted the times he abused his friends for being such a romantic fool and let girl’s screw their happiness where as to him girls were only for losing virginity with and have a moment of pleasure with. Isn’t it amazing to know that ‘love’ is such a magical thing that can make you blind and make you feel as if you are on the top of the world for a moment and the next moment you can even reach the depths of hell and never rise back again?

She stayed with him, till she was better enough to walk away. Her so called ‘prince of her tale’ never came to take her back home. She told him the problems truthfully this time. She told him about the baby she was expecting. She told him about the countless times she had tried to kill herself. He tried to console her. He tried to make her feel better.  He watched her cry during the night’s deepest darkness. She wanted to go back home, but every time he asked her about her home, she kept quiet. They say “if you stay with a person for too long, you gradually grow feelings for them, especially when you are heartbroken and the other person is giving you too much of attention”. He was sure he is in love. He was sure he didn’t require screwing her the way he screwed most of the other women’s life. He was sure; this is the best thing that could happen to him. He already dreamt of being the ‘prince’ and spends the entire life with her.

But as they again say, after every cloud, comes the rain, after every happiness there comes a phase of life that is not as happy as the rest of the feeling that you grew for your better half. There came a day when, she came across the person she had spent her entire lifetime with till so far. The person, who easily betrayed her knowing that she was expecting a baby. The person she dreamt about for more than the number of times she slept in a day. She wanted to run back to him. Grab him by his collar, apologize and request him to accept her back. Only then did she see the woman, standing by him holding his hands. “Really? How dare she touch my guy? ”she thought. She wanted to approach them and punish the woman for holding her guy’s hands. She wanted to shout at her and drive her away from him. She was so engrossed in her thoughts that she didn’t notice that she had already reached the edge of the staircase. And till she could pull herself back and balance her body, she fell. She fell from the top of the stairs, rolled down through the stair cases and by the time she reached the last stair that touched the ground. She was engrossed by the sleep. The sleep was as deep as the crevasses of a hell. The sleep, from which she would never wake up again.

He came running towards her. He lifted her soft body, rushed towards the nearest hospital he could find. Exasperated, imbecile, he didn’t knew what could he had done to save her life. He prayed hard, probably the first time in his life. But, god never listened to his prayers. She was no more. She was in a better world, where probably pain doesn’t exist. He enquired about the baby she was expecting. Unfortunately, even the little thing couldn’t survive the pain, when the mother fell and took her last breaths. He lost himself, while finding her. He lost his interest in everything. And now that he knew what love actually is. He spends most of the time with the drug she used, in the bank of river Ganga expecting DEATH to kiss him exactly the way it kissed her.   

To Her :)

Okay …

I know you get hyper … It’s because you care way too much … you are short tempered? Really? Why don’t I feel that?? Is it because you are INVISIBLY short tempered? Never mind you look cuter when you are angry and your actions tend to make me love you more. You laugh more than it’s actually required? Again I never felt that. I mean why would you laugh more than it’s actually required? I know, it’s kinda possible if you are sitting with me and listening to my random unstoppable poor jokes … You smile… yes you do even if you are smiling while reading this note, I would ask you to continuously smile because it’s your smile that kinda lightens up my world … it lightens up my life… just, like the LED in Diwali lights up the entire country… you are the best thing that ever happened to me … I bet no one in this whole world has faced this happiness that you have given me …You feel terrible? Why don’t you just take an initiative and call me up? You don’t have balance? Don’t worry I can call you back and talk to you till I can cheer you up and listen to your sweet voice that makes me understand that you are smiling… yes, you’ll wet your pillows… even I do that at times… everyone in this world does that countless number of times in their lives… you are frustrated? I’ll tell you… don’t be frustrated, because it won’t help you feel better…the half of the world doesn't give a damn to your problem and the other half is glad that you have them… you try your level best to please people every damn time but you fail? It’s because even the almighty doesn't wants you to do that… you were born not to entertain or please people and make them smile and feel better… you feel terrible when you are judged every damn time… I understand that … someone very rightly concluded that we students never study or do our chores for ourselves or for our family instead we do it for our neighbours…  even the person who doesn't remembers you for an entire year (not even on your birthday) shall definitely remember you on the day of your results…you are compared? Even I am compared the same way with the rest of the world … but at the same time just think if by just this amount of criticism we feel low then what might have happened when Thomas Alva Edison was discovering the bulb and he had 34 unsuccessful trials… when people punished Galileo when he concluded that stars and planets to be a part of universe and not the home of gods … you may have a broad ugly duck smile (as said by some A_hole) but trust me, the smile that you carry on your face makes me stare at you longer and never get bored of gazing at your sweet expressions…you are thin because I am way too skinny to hug you tight … if you would have been healthy then probably I wouldn't have been able to hug you properly… you are short because I always wished to kiss my girl’s forehead while hugging her and lift her up to reach her lips… I trust people way to soon… and even you do it… needless to say we are both betrayed by them high times… you are handwriting is way too awesome … and I love to read your letters … at least most of the other students who scores better than you and aims to be doctors someday would have a scarier handwriting than what any of our handwriting are…every damn person in this world feels uncomfortable to talk to strangers…

If you have bad everything then, I would rather start loving bad instead of good… And as far as mascara is concerned … I promise I won’t ever ruin your mascara but probably will ruin your lipstick every opportunity I get…You love to cry? Okay I will try my best to kiss away your tears… and don’t ever change because if you change then YOU won’t be YOU … and I love you and not someone which is not you…  and it’s you I dream about every possible times at night , during days , during the rest of my free time…