Nothing more surprising that a boy is following a girl. And we also come across a girl who is behind a boy.
Let us come to something different. Boy and girl are in love. They were not normal..
Before moving more, Shall we name them, to make our story a nice tale..
For boy let me choose a name from my school days English text
book..hmm..Jack..nooo..Henry...hm..na..hey "Pip"..how is it???
OK gal now..No more guessing..I will name her "allie"..she is a major character in "Notebook"..a novel/film...a happy girl and a happy woman..
Yes we move to the story..
He is tying the shoe lace..
Allie stays very close by to his place, they both stay in the same acre of land (in farm words)..
Pip moved out of his house, with a book in hand..walking on the road..a left turn and then a straight road...
HE SAW HER!
Allie..walking in a pink dress with a cover in her hand..in her own world..never know he is behind somewhere..
Pip didn't try to give her a call nor shouted to stop..he messaged..
"I saw an angel walking in pink dress".
Allie saw it a little late. Never replied back..She blushed...
It was not "A day", but "Everyday"...She sees at that left turn in a day ..till her eye needs him.
Never he appeared..and allie thinks Pip is lucky to see her that day..and she is not..
Almost a month past..in that same acre of land..they live..they never met..she waited distracting all the views in her life..to see only him...
Pip loves her.
They both know a language. Always they meet they move their language to miles ahead..when they don't meet their language puts them stable!
They, in this world for each other..Wait!.... World plays..months, years..these are stupid.
Part closed!
Hi butterfly,
ReplyDeleteYou r flying high touching lives with your colourful wings of chime, jingling along your path as you try to sing the song of your life so weetly and innocently that every other flower on the roadside wished it should find a niche like this where it can share its feelings to the world without hesistating to openly beat a jazz or to wisper a rhyme in ones ear so gently as to be understood as to understand, making a web of lost memories which are cherished by one and all, one that every heart thuds to wait and listen. Hang on.... :)
Happy..to see your butterfly comment on me Sanju:P
ReplyDeleteBetty bought a bit of butter, but the bit of butter was bitter, so betty bought some better butter to make the bitter butter better.
ReplyDeleteYou might have heard of this tongue-twister. I feel, it is appliacble to love in our lives too. Love makes you and me a special person. But when love turns sour, if we add some honey drops to it, bitterness will sublime and all that remains will be the elixer of life....'the kernel of love'. :)
Well said sanju..
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