Does Love make Sex Legal?

Last weekend, I took a trip to one of my friend’s den. The moment I entered into his house, I was shocked by what I saw. The living room is a mess. Wrappers of cigarettes spotting all over the room extended with some beer bottles. Bed has not been made. Shoes and socks are lying randomly. And clothes are in disaster situation. That was what I expected but to my surprise everything out there was well set. I smiled to myself, perhaps I liked the unexpected.

In no time I made myself comfortable. I insisted helping him in kitchen but alas it was a flop show. An onion was enough to wipe my makeup. Yeah here I admit that Kitchen is the zone which freaks me out. Around 4 pm we settled down to have a hot television (TVs Sa Re Ga Ma) lunch.  Though it was pretty late for lunch but I enjoyed our very own home flavor.

Post to our lunch we planned to play a game where each of us got to ask some questions and the other person has to answer being true to one.  I got to deal with these questions; ‘Are you straight?’ ‘Are you Virgin?’ ‘How many guys have you kissed?’ ‘How many guys have you been dating?’Initially I enjoyed the whole concept but soon the thread of discussion led us to discuss the most happening topic, ‘A Man-Woman Thing’ i.e. Sex-Love. That evening I wanted to talk my heart out but I had no idea where to start from. I had to make choice and I decided not to probe this topic. I bid adieu to him with a hearty laugh and a gentle hug.

On my way back to home I kept on thinking about his outlook which said, ‘There is nothing wrong when two consenting adults want to have sex and Love is just a mere explanation to get the Sex legal.’ Does that mean Love never exist? This question had taken over my need for sleep that night.

I don’t contradict with the fact that no other subject holds as much interest as sex and it’s always cleavage that makes a woman desirable. So there is nothing filthy about Sex. Even science says; unlike other animals, human do not have any mating season. So we have all the rights to got to go with our instinct. But that does not give us a liberty to have ‘Kamasutra’ in our curriculum. In the other hand we have Shakespeare in our syllabus to deal with.

It’s obvious for a teenage to experience a hormonal imbalance every time he/she thinks about his/her counterpart. And that particular feeling of attraction is a part of Love, never Sex. I know, for many of you this might have sounded bizarre. As unlike Sex, Love does not ever come with the instruction manual. But trust me this is what we were/are up to.  In life it’s always hard to get a chance to kiss the person who truly sweeps us off our feet than to make out with the one whom we never owe a single feeling of ours. So I do not stand with those who believes, ‘The word Sex is always content with Pleasure where as Love shares it’s endurance with Pain’.

Neither I am here to debate on legal or illegal Sex nor on pre or post marital affair. I believe, it is natural and one should respect his/her urge towards it but without a shade of guilt in his/her mind. Because virginity justifies a person’s sexual status not his/her desires. So respecting all those feelings now let me leave you with this thought; Sex is always an affordable word but never is Love. Let’s admit it.

‘I’ Fascination !

Ram happened to meet Vrishti in a Chat Box and lost her in a MSG Box. The journey from a PC to a Cell Phone is very familiar now days, is not it?

Yes, same Online friendship followed by some regular chats, emails and later on exchange of cell no…unlimited messages and late night calls. With the course of time both Ram and Vrishti explored things about themselves that they never knew before. Their comfort zone allowed them to share their inner thoughts, feelings and beliefs. Both had their share of pleasure with the aura of a good-bad person around them. Life felt so Fascinating.

But one fine day when Vrishti got a strong feeling that their Internet Relationship had developed into an Intimate Relationship, she could not able to get along with the reality. She started Ignoring Ram and ultimately decided to part her ways. She did not even bother to leave an explanation note for him. This left Ram hurt with a stabbed heart.

Later that year, Vrishti had sent a message to Ram saying ‘I felt guilty. So I had stopped talking to you. Hope someday you will understand me.’ She seemed to be very content with her life. But Ram could not. He had many complaints towards his fate, time, god, gals, modern amenities…etc. He lost his faith towards the virtual world. But even today he experiences a hormonal imbalance every time Vrishti crosses his mind.

And now this too sounds very usual, is not it folks?

But I am pretty much moved by this usual story. When I say, ‘STORY’; I feel even more despondent. As the pain of an individual apparently becomes a part of leisure for a mass. We read these stories and feel pity about them.

I have also encountered few people online. And every time, self-presentation and exploring each other have become the paramount in my agenda. I too have enjoyed those golden flicks around. This virtual world sounds so Fascinating than a face-to-face encounter. Perhaps it is because the commitment is low and the passion towards understanding the new found friend is more.

This Internet has created a new approach to human relationships. It often introduces us to strangers, who go on to have a deep impact on our lives. But sometimes the same ‘I’ doesn't make any sense in someone’s life, like Ram’s. Vrishti never understood the fact that, ‘we cannot plan who to fall in love with. Neither can we stop ourselves from loving someone. It’s inevitable.’

When our online friendship is limited up to Internet, we never have the fear of falling apart. But the moment that ‘I’ fascination takes over our Individuality, often people end up with an Offline Forever Relationship. i.e. Some have it as the sweetest part of their lives with an extension of Marriage and some have it as the bitter part of their lives with an extension of Split up. Every single entity in this world has its own share of good effects and bad effects. And the feelings of love when roses in any heart will continue with the same aroma till the end. As for A rose it does not matter whether it’s in its bud stage or a full flower, It always has the same fragrance till the last petal falls.

Now the mature adult inside me is wondering; is it all right to Ignore the one who has become Intimate with us through Internet?

And my conscience counters back, ‘The best thing about being selfish is you can always stretch your limits.’ So let me scoop up my stuffs and head to my den.

PS: Off course you have the right to leave someone, but at least tell them WHY because what's even more painful than being abandoned is; knowing you're not worth An Explanation.

Heart, A Sense Organ !!!

Early evening of 14th Aug. 

I was heading towards my room when my phone sprang into life. It was one of my childhood friends. And there I happened to exchange few words with a stranger. And believe me that was my very first experience as an Author. The girl on the other end compelled me to resume my blog post. This post is not a part of “Tamanna, A Wish” but it is a part of our life.

Everyday we do so many unconditioned activities; we blink our eyes when a puff of air enters in it, we startle to any loud noise, we start salivating to our favorite food, we enjoy the scented smell of flower, we sweat if it’s hot. We do all these without our knowledge and never bother to explore the reason behind.

But “Why don’t we?”

Is that all because we had a subject named “Science” in our school and college days? Where we had been taught that, these all happen because of reflex action of our body. [Reflex action: Stimulus + Response]. We have five sense organs and each will accommodate to a particular stimulus.

But do not you all agree that, every learning in life is not happened by biological maturation? 

The science class of “LIFE” taught me a new thing. I discovered that we do have one more sense organ which shows response to a particular kind of behaviors. Some people have coined that as “Attraction”, some say “Infatuation”, some say “Crush” and yet some “Love”. That sense organ is our “Heart” which responses to these mystifying feelings.

Science has never acknowledged Heart as sense organ but I do not mind. Sense organs can only sense the things happening in our surroundings. But heart can sense beyond our limits.

So friends let’s just rejoice to love and to be loved by someone. Because nothing is worth ending our life over.

Believe me; it’s never wrong to feel for the person who make us feel we are beautiful and seven feet tall???

Post - 7

This left Siddharth spell bound. He looked deep into her eyes thinking of nothing and thinking of everything.

“Lunch!” she said, breaking the eye contact. Both of them walked out in search of a restaurant but they didn’t find anything near by.

 “Sid, let’s catch a bus and go back.”

“Okay, as you say.”

After reaching near Nizamuddin, they got into a restaurant. Food had been ordered and they sat down on a small table facing each other. Samedha took a position as if she was about to share a secret joke with him and touched his cheek and exclaimed. He was not prepared for such a reaction and he was shocked.

“This dimple is so cute, yaar. How come I didn’t notice this earlier? Were you hiding it from me?”

He turned red with embarrassment and became self conscious. This was the biggest compliment he had ever got from a girl. He came to his own rescue from the attention his dimples were getting. It was not that he did not like what she had observed but chose not to continue with the dimple topic.

“You scared me Sam, you’re so unpredictable… One moment you are agitated like a rivulet in the mountains and in the next moment…….”

Samedha giggled and giggled some more.

Food had been served but she continued to giggle as if she was being tickled. “Sorry Sid, I should not do this, but you know once I start, it takes some time for me to stop”. He just helplessly looked at her like a smiling angel and she kept laughing till her stomach ached.

“Sid, now tell me one thing did you like my city?” Samedha asked persuasively as if to get an affirmative answer only.

Siddharth came back from his world of imagination and said “Yeah, So far it’s good. You like Delhi very much, Isn’t it, Sam?” he tossed a question.

“I just love this place. From my teenage days I had a crush on this place and to be here someday was my dream. Sometimes I really feel great, breathing in my dream city. It has taught me everything in life in all aspects. A simple small town girl turned to a modern and practical metro woman.” Samedha did some hand gestures to show how modern she was.

“In the beginning I did struggle a little to catch up but within days I fell in love with this city. It taught me the value of family in a person’s life. It gave me the independence but taught to be responsible as well. I realized the value of trust and the meaning of being myself. This city has added something new, interesting and worthy to my life every day. It gave me an identity. I rediscovered myself while walking along the lonely roads and being with friends. Though it has made me cry many a times but at every peak of the day, it consoled me with the hope of a bright tomorrow. It made me to taste life in all aspects”.  Samedha finished with her nostalgia.

Siddharth was awestruck. “Sam, let me tell you that you will always remain a mystery for me. There is so much in you, apart from you being jovial and playful. The more I get to know you, the more I get curious.”

“Finally now I realized that it has helped me to become a strong girl who can cross any hurdle in life. So what, if it has shattered the most precious dream of my life which was mine from the day I realized I am a female.” The last line she couldn’t pronounce. It got stuck in her vocal cord and it remained unnoticed as she wished it to be.

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Post - 6

Siddharth gave an unsure smile. He liked the fragrance of her dupatta, the caress and the blushing too.

Samedha heard the announcement from the conductor, “Nehru place”. “Do you know Sid, Nehru Place is the biggest computer hardware market in Delhi? We have to get down here.” Both were alerted to get down from the bus.

A sudden gush of people threw them out of the bus. Siddharth lost his balance and almost crashed with the bus. “What was that?” he asked after regaining his composure.

“This is not rare in Delhi Sid” She tried to comfort him. “Forget it. Let’s go” She added extending her hand towards him.

Both of them reached the temple and Siddharth realized during their long walk from the bus stop to the temple cash counter, they were holding each other’s hand. A conscious feeling crept into his mind, was it deliberate or just a casual act from both of them? He did not want to release her hand. It felt so soft. He carefully looked at her without her knowledge.

Oblivious of the developments in Siddharth, Samedha was busy in devouring the beauty of the place not bothering about her hand. He had to release her hand reluctantly to take out his wallet to pay the entrance fees.

Both entered into the Lotus temple premises. The temple was the testimony of modern art and architecture. Siddharth wanted to touch them as a token of appreciation but she pulled him back to debar him from touching.

“No touching, Sid” she reprimanded a little. This act of her did not bring any disappointment to him as the holding of hand was restored. The tight grip of her hand had captivated him.

He looked at her face and tried to memorize every contour of her face. The swinging strands of her hair, those talkative, bright and beautiful eyes, perfectly shaped nose and lovely lips. She appeared prettier than ever before. He wished to live his life time with that feeling of fulfillment and joy.

“Time to move and see some more…” she declared.

Both went past a large hall and they couldn’t stop admiring the magnificent monument.

“You know Sid this temple is about forty meters tall and surrounded by nine reflecting pools due to which it appears as if the temple is floating like a Lotus flower in the middle of the water. There are twenty seven freestanding "petals" made of white marble. This complex edifice took ten years to get ready. As Lotus is a symbol of peace, purity and love, this temple is open to people from all religions. This is the testimony of India’s ageless art, borderless culture and timeless values.” Samedha presented a piece of knowledge.”

 “And thank you for bringing me here. Apart from the bus ride, everything has been so lovely.” he said gratefully.

“Sid, do you know why did I get you here?”

“Hmmm...I am not sure...”replied Sid. But the ambiance is just so mesmerizing.

          “No Idols to gaze at. No mantras to chant. No rituals to follow. But still people can connect themselves to the Almighty. And that is because they sense his presence in everything around here...in the silence...in the end less white color of the walls...in these pillars. Their hearts reach to those vibes where no sense organ can. The Feel, Unseen and Untouched, made us to realize the presence of divinity. This is supernatural, Sid. And some where our relationship stands on the same feel. We have sensed each other before we met.”

This left Siddharth spell bound. He looked deep into her eyes thinking of nothing and thinking of everything.

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PS: I wanna thank Mr Santosh Kumar Patnaik, for sharing his experience about New Delhi and his immense help in editing these parts. This oomph factor is all yours my friend.

Post - 5

The hair had augmented the grace and charm of her face.

Samedha opened her eyes. “What are you doing, Sid?” she rebuked as she had caught him red handed.

He had committed a crime of sitting there and appreciating the decorated walls of the temple. “I do not know how to pray!” he confessed.

“Praying is not a rocket science, Sid. Just sit quietly for a while. Close your eyes and think about the most beautiful moment in your life and then just thank God for that precious gift. Tell God how deeply indebted you are for that ephemeral joy, you will automatically feel the connection. Talk to God and the conversation will solve many predicaments. You will reach at peace with your problems.”

Siddharth’s eyes appeared bigger. “I did not know praying was that easy? I have seen people reciting tongue twisters called Mantra’s. I am not good at remembering them and so finally I had dropped the idea of praying.”

“Now you should resume praying at least once a day. Promise me that you will do it.” Samedha tried to persuade him.

“Yeah, I’ll try.” Siddharth gave his assent. He looked at her and a lovely smile unfolded on her face and stayed there. “You are so adorable”, he spoke to himself.

“May we move now Sid”, she reminded him and they both stepped out of the temple premises.

“Have you been to Lotus Temple Sid” Samedha asked curiously.

Siddharth pressed the panic button “No... not again. I am not going to another temple Sam. I had enough of it already. Don’t you think so?”

“Don’t go by the name” she said further. “Well, it is the most visited monuments in India and one amongst the best architectures. It is not a temple but a prayer hall. You will not find any Idol inside. Religion is not a bar. So only I love this place. Delhi city bus directly goes there and it will be an easy commute for us. Come on Sid, we need to get going. You need to catch your train tonight, Isn’t it?” Samedha put her best effort to explain the situation

“Do you know one thing, Sam? You are a great explainer.”

“No I am not; actually you get convinced very easily.” She countered and smiled.

Both of them started walking towards the bus stop and while waiting for the bus, Siddharth read the board and came to know he was at Nizamuddin bus stop. Prior to that he had no idea where he was going as he was just following Samedha. He had no reason to doubt her ability of judging things before hand as she had been there quite a few times. Both boarded the right bus to their destination for the Lotus Temple.

The bus was overcrowded as if the entire Delhi had come out for sightseeing. With great difficulty both found a place in the corner to stand and they stood there still, facing each other. He was trying his best to protect her from such an unpleasant bus trip.

“We should have thought about some other alternative Sam.” He tried to tell her but the annoying noise of the crowd swept away his words.

“What did you say, Sid? I didn’t follow.” Samedha almost screamed to say that.

He reached over her ear to repeat. “I said we should not have come here.”  “Ouch” was his next word.

He had a scratch on his nose. Samedha’s ear ring went brushing his nose as someone must have readjusted the standing posture behind him.

Samedha couldn’t stop laughing but the next moment she was concerned. “Show me. Hey take this”, she took one end of her dupatta and pressed his nose.

“It is alright Sam. It is just a scratch.”

She immediately took off her hand and blushed.

Siddharth gave an unsure smile. He liked the fragrance of her dupatta, the caress and the blushing too.

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POST - 4

It was not that both of them were enjoying the breakfast but perhaps they were wondering who should open the Pandora’s Box first.

Siddharth chose to break the ice. “Are you done with your shopping? Do you have any such plans for today? I volunteer myself if you want my help.”

“Thanks Sid, but I am not in a mood to shop today. I would rather stay indoor today. Don’t you see it’s raining out there?”

He tried to tease her saying “What happened to your mood? Do you have an inbuilt alarm system due to which u switch your mood so frequently?” A funny look flashed on her face, perhaps she liked the question.

Both of them stepped out of the restaurant paying the bill and tipping the waiter. As they came out they saw that the rain had subsided, clear blue sky and bright sunshine was all over the place. The sun had slipped away from the grip of clouds and looked bright and fresh.

Samedha felt something similar at the bottom of her heart she discovered the meaning of that moment, as if she had attained salvation in that very moment and everything seemed crystal clear to her. The message had been delivered from her heart to her mind. She recovered from her utter confusion and knew instantly what she wanted from This Day. She realized the worth of these few hours that she had in her hand. “I must preserve these moments. I have to make these moments as the vehicle for my new dreams. I must live these moments to the fullest. But do not know how.” She solved this riddle too.

“Hey Sid” the infectious smile returned to its merited owner “what do you think about going to the temple across the street?”

What could have been a better way to start their journey to a new life but from a temple?

Siddharth was taken a back. He saw a spark in Samedha’s eyes, now they were bright and blooming. Until a few moments ago she was silent like a ghost bungalow but now liveliness was all around. He wanted to say “NO” to the idea of going to the temple after having breakfast but he could not oppose as he was already entrapped by that incredible smile. He gave his consent and said “Okay Sam, your wish is my command.”

“Come on then.” She had already taken a few steps forward by the time Siddharth recollected his thoughts. “Hey Sam, wait for me” he had to literally run to keep pace with her but she seemed to be on cloud nine.

The priest was finishing the morning rituals of the deity. There were few devotees in the temple and some of them were taking a stroll in the wonderful ambience. Samedha and Siddharth had arrived at the scene just at the right time.

“Hurry up”, the priest signaled the couple to take the “Aarati” and “Prasadam”. He gave tiny sugary sweets to both and smeared tilak on their foreheads. He blessed them and chanted shlokas for their happy life.

On finishing with the rituals, Samedha wanted to pray for a while. She wrapped her dupatta over her head, folded hands and she sat there for a while.

            Siddharth looked at her; this was a rare chance he had got to stare at her since morning. Her calm posture allured him. He noticed a few strands of her hair hanging near her nose and felt that was annoying her. He wanted to brush them off but instead he chose to watch the hair dancing in the wind while Samedha was saying her prayer. The hair had augmented the grace and charm of her face.

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POST - 3

“I’ll be right back but till then miss me.” He tapped on her head, smiled and walked towards the lift.

             Samedha smiled back and said “Well I’ll do that Sid, but you don’t miss your wallet, or else………” Both started laughing.

             Fifteen minutes later, Siddharth came back. This time he was looking even more handsome with his short hair gelled stylishly. He had now worn light saffron colored T-shirt, blue jeans and a jacket. Then both of them walked towards the exit of the lodge.

Standing on the road Siddharth asked “Hey it’s drizzling. Is there any restaurant near by?”

“Hmm… I have never come to this part of the city. But don’t worry Sid.  I’ll not let you run into trouble. Now tell me how your journey was?” Samedha asked curiously.

“Well. Journey was boring. There was nothing much to do. I just spent my time listening to music and sleeping.”

“Oops…… not a single hot chick spoke to you?” she gave him a flirty smile.

“Sam, just shut up. You really never ever leave a single chance to pull my leg! You know what, I was thinking about you most of the time”. Samedha blushed a little because of Siddharth’s candid confession.

Both crossed the walk over bridge and got into a restaurant. There was not much crowd as it was a rainy Sunday morning. The waiter came with the menu card in his hand and handed one to both of them. He served them water and left only to reappear to take the order.

Two minutes later Siddharth said “Hey I am going to order Masala dosa. What about you? Do you want some coffee or tea? It’s really chilling out here”

“Hmmm…what I want to eat... some noodles… And I don’t want any coffee or tea but if you feel like, you order that.” 

Siddharth gave her a smile. “Sam, you took so much time to decide on what you want to have for breakfast!”

“Well, I was making my mind to eat either Masala dosa or some hot noodles. You have ordered Dosa, anyways so I chose Noodles.  I will get my share of Dosa from you.” she said in a whisker.

He smiled at her childish nature. “So, tell me, what is it?”  Siddharth asked casually despite being fully aware of the facts why on a Sunday morning he is with Samedha. May be he wanted to reaffirm on the lines he was thinking. May be he just wanted to check what at all going on in her mind.

Samedha gave a hearty laugh. She usually does that to buy some time, so that she can think of a befitting reply when she is unsure about any situation or question. “Well, everything is good. Lazy laid back Sunday morning and here I am having breakfast with a handsome guy whom I am meeting for the first time.”  she finished the long sentence.

But what was she supposed to talk???

Samedha wanted to talk her heart out but perhaps she had no idea where to start from. Whether she should turn nostalgic and plunge within the beautiful moments they had spent together online or should she talk about how and why they were so close to each other? In few days of online chatting, they were drawn towards each other like magnet and metal.

The Sound of cutlery broke Siddharth’s contemplation. The waiter was standing by with their breakfast. The food was served.

“Wow…It looks great Sam, I am sure it tastes great as well”.

“Where are the noodles???”

“Madamji, noodles aaj nahi bana hai, toh aap kuchh aur le lijiye.”

“Oops………Thik hai, aap humare liye ek juice le aayiye.”

“Kounsa Juice Madamji?”

“Hmmmm……….Mango Juice?”

“Theek hai Madamji.”

Siddharth added “Hey, one more for me too and you cancel the Coffee.”.

“Thik hai Sirji.” The waiter walked away.

Raising her eyebrows slightly and still smiling, Samedha asked “Sid, tell me, how you are feeling at this moment meeting me in real? Am I the same girl as I was through out in my emails, messages and over the phone?”

Siddharth looked deep into her eyes for a long moment and replied “Yes you are very much the same as you were through out till now and the same girl I have been dreaming about”

His answer didn’t satisfy her so she cleverly avoided the topic saying “Let’s get started Sid. I am starving”.

The Masala Dosa grew smaller, the Sambar bowl grew emptier and the juice level in the glasses also dropped to almost empty. There was an unusual silence at the table. It was not that both of them were enjoying the breakfast but perhaps they were wondering who should open the Pandora’s Box first.

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 PS: Sometimes its just too difficult to express our inner feelings. Why it is so??? Is that because we are confused about our own feelings or just don't have enough guts for a face off. Why this Kolaveri di Guys...?

POST - 2

Love is in the Air, as today is Valentine's Day. And I am planning to add a little more magic to this occasion. So I am here by posting my Third Blog with an invitation to all you guys to join me for a small trip to Samedha's World. Let's find out together; when was the first time she had felt the same magic in the air.

 Delhi.

It was a cloudy Sunday morning. Around 9.15 a.m. Samedha got down from an auto and took out a fifty rupee note from her purse to pay the auto driver.

The driver said “ Madamji, change nahi hai.”

Samedha smiled and said “Bhaiya, koi baat nahi. Aap baki ka change rakhlo.”

[Don’t know how and why gals call every unknown fellow; an auto driver or a shop keeper or a vegetable seller or their favorite “Pani Puri walla” as “Bhaiya”. Here a gal never thinks about her financial status and of course never about the feelings of a guy’s heart.]

Samedha was a slim, petite girl. She had big black eyes and black shiny hair. Her figure was rich and firm. She was wearing a white and blue mixed Chudidaar. She had worn white bangles and danglers of sky blue. Though white looked the dominant color of her attire but the ting of sky blue gave her the angel like aura. She had dressed perfectly. 

She entered into a lodge and inquired about a person named Siddharth, Room number 53. The person sitting at the reception started searching for his name in the computer.

Mean while Samedha took out her cell phone and dialed Siddharth’s number impatiently. Suddenly her lovely smile disappeared. For some reason Siddharth’s number was not reachable. She kept trying cursing her phone and the network.

A few minutes later, irritated by the undue delay in finding Siddharth, Samedha asked the receptionist to send someone to fetch him.

“Bhaiya, kya aap kisiko bhej ke Mr. Siddharth ko yahan bula saktein hain?”

She was now looking totally tensed. So “our lodge wala Bhaiya” tried to console her saying “Mein abhi ek room boy ko bhejta hoon, app tab tak aaram se bethiye.”

To silence those weird thoughts she pulled out a newspaper from the stack while sitting on the sofa that lay near the reception but she was not able to concentrate on that. She realized her eagerness to meet Siddharth and blushed a little with that realization but she had to be her best before him. She straightened her clothes once again and sat there folding her hands, thinking of nothing and thinking of everything, she took a deep breathe to cool down her nerves. Now Samedha was relaxed and composed, that’s how she had wished Siddharth to see her.

It was exactly 9.32am and that’s when she heard the jolting sound of the lift. The lift doors flung and with that her lost smile flashed back on to its actual place. She gazed in that direction. The hotel boy stepped out and behind him was a fair, lean guy with striking black eyes came out with an enchanting smile on his face. He was wearing a grey trousers and black pull over T-shirt.

Samedha moved towards him and in a few seconds both were standing right in front of each other just one foot apart but still not able to believe the present.

“Hi Sam, I can’t believe that I am finally here and getting to meet you” Siddharth said offering his hand for a shake.

“Yes finally” Samedha responded in a very polite way touching his hand with that hand shake.

He smiled and nodded his head.  “So what is the plan for the day?”

“Go and get ready I am starving. Let’s go and have breakfast first.” Samedha suggested.

“I’ll be right back but till then miss me.” He tapped on her head, smiled and walked towards the lift.

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POST - 1

Tamanna ne zindegi ki godi mein sar rakh ke puchha,

                                     Mein puri kab hungi…

Toh zindegi ne muskurake kaha,

                                 Jo puri ho jaye woh "Tamanna" hi Kya …

PROLOGUE

Travelling alone with this terrible shock was tearing Siddharth apart in his loneliness. Even after all these years, the memory of Samedha evoked a pain in him that was as sharp as ever. No one had ever touched his heart and soul, so deeply as Samedha had and no one ever would again.

What ever Siddharth had seen in the past few hours was flashing through his mind. Her face, her fingers, her expressive eyes, her last words, “I love…”

“Sam, you didn’t even give me a chance to join my hands in front of God and pray for you. And at this point of time I could not even go to you and tell you the truth that I too had cried myself to sleep for nights, missing you more than I would have missed my heart, if it would have been taken from me. I never understood what you wanted to convey me in our first meeting but today your silence spoke to me. And now when I understood you and your words, I don’t have you to express myself. Forgive me Sam.......”

Siddharth tried to imagine Samedha’s pain, when she took her last breath. He was blank. All that was coming to his mind was, he needed to go back home, go back to his life…                                                   

                                                   - to be continued...

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PS:  I wanna thank Renu, for her hard work and invaluable feedback. If you would not have read my each draft again and again then I would have missed the “WOW” factor. And thanks for such a nice Shayari, to start up. 

So I am here by posting my second blog in the honor of Chhoti Maa (Renu).

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In our life, we met many people. Some, we never think about…Some, we wonder if they ever think about us…Some, we wish we would never have to think again…

“SIDDHARTH”, a very familiar name. Perhaps in a group of every thousand Indians, one can get to know a Siddharth. (Siddharth Narayan – Actor, Siddharth Mallya – Business Tycoon, Siddharth Shukla – Model…etc). But it sounds strange when I say; in my Life I have come across with a single Siddharth, exactly two years back in a very popular place; Chat Room.  

It was a post lunch hour when I signed into chat room to beat the blues. No doubt I had been buzzed by many. But one id sid_***** @yahoo.com took the honor to drag me.

Without my knowledge I jumped into the conversation in such a way that; Four hours passed. I poured my heart out and I was almost out of my worries. Now it was time to say “Cheerio” when I approached him “May I add you in my friend’s list?” Soon he replied with a big YES but with a condition that “No doubt we will be friends forever but Unseen and Unheard.”

Giving respect to his condition, I agreed. And there we began our journey. We spend our time in nurturing our new relationship and broke one condition; UNHEARD.

“Go with the Flow”. Both of us become nuts with No Complains and No Demands (So I call you CD).Happily cherishing our lives.

Yep it’s a very common saga of Friendship but the most uncommon part of this is; Both of us have given space to each other in such a way that we are just a Phone Call Away...yet a horizon apart.

Hope you have not got bored with such a big email. I just dropped here to let you know something. Many a time I have asked you “Meri Tarif Karo…” and you did that.

But you have never asked me to do so. Perhaps you don’t like to be confined with few vocabularies.

Just a bottom line; When we say “Unseen and Unheard” that triggers few words in our mind.

God…

Trust…

Wish…

Love…

And for me I include Siddharth to this list.

                                                                                           - to be continued…

PS: I happened upon This simplest way of conveying the most precious feeling and ended up with “Tamanna, A Wish”. No doubt many of the incidents in this story are not true but as you know when imaginations are weaved with true feelings; they take an awesome shape and smell real.  

So I am here by posting my very first blog in the honor of the person who was the wind beneath my wings for this endeavor of my life.

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