A 13 yr old buggy's story!

"Accept me for what I am
Love me as long as you can
Then you will finally see
How strong my love can be..."

Love is not an easy thing; it is not just an emotional urge; but an attempt to move over and sit in the other person’s place and see how his problems look to him.Or,to LOVE someone or to be LOVED by someone is pretty easier when compared to the two-way LOVE. -some experienced persons say like this.Today,I understand how true are these words.According to my perspective, love is actually a maze.With lotta crappy and twisted  paths.Ofcourse, you have to suffer and sacrifice to reach its far end.Like everyone,I too got a chance to experience.unlike other love relations,the unique thing in this relation were the persons themselves.Truly speaking ,only I have a bloody beating heart.The other too have one..yea! a beating one.but you know..eh..its kinda mechanical.Don't confuse yourself...huh..its nothing but simply a MARUTI 800's engine.:D.

I just fell in love with my13 yr old maruti 800 last week.during my trip to EKM.CARs are good.They are very to sit,enjoy,travel,...and bla bla.But when my dad asks me to drive it,I will get blued,Every time I feel like a new student.It always puts me in confusion.clutch,break,accelerator,gear,steering,..huh! oh god! what not inside that red metal box?? crap! After that, I have great respect for the one who knows driving.That was the first time when I thanked GOD for creating me as a female.And one more condition up in my wishlist-DRIVING.i thought.." dad studied driving at the age of 4o.aunt studied this at the age of 35. And all of them drives  pretty well.so why can't I?".After a week's thought,I made my mind for that.The time came.I had applied for CAT exam and the center was at kochi.So dad and me decided to go there by our car.after covering one-third of the journey,he asked me to drive.My heart was beating at a faster rate.neways,I din show it in my face.For some 15 mnts it was rather tough.But after that i started enjoying it.yeah! i was seriously falling in love with my 800.I touched 80 on the way from cherthala to vytilla.I was overwhelmed with my driving.I kissed the steering and it happily accepted my proposal by blinking its whitish eyes!

Brew

                                            At least,some o'my college-mates 'll notice this heading.Because,our 2008 college magazine also had a similar name.And hats off to you megha chechi for preparing such a wonderful magazine.:)
Hey guys,no and no! i'm not gonna deal with any magazine articles as for now.

                                 
                                                                  This word "BREW" seems quite interesting for me.A rainy day, a girl sitting near the window with a cup off coffee,reading the news paper will be a perfect image for this.You 'll see a lot more,if you peep into this word.A cup o'coffee will be perfect for reminiscing as well as future planning.:D.And the thing is you are free to choose where your mind should wander,with out going along with the wind.A cup of coffee and some particular places always tend my soul to wander in a particular direction.And that will decide how your day 'll end.I seriously enjoy a sip of coffee along which retrospecting, reminiscing and future planning.i might say,planning is the only spark which drives me.More than a verve,i get personal satisfaction through this.all most all o'you 'll be coffee lovers.i don't understand why the tea can't create such a magical bound! You will be having at least one story about the coffee-day.no? yea,it describes affection,trust,happiness,sorrow and everything.And guys,do think why the tea is not able to create such a zest? Think,think and think!

yet,she was confused about the cull she made...

          So,through out the yesteryear i was making you get bored with my own emotional stories and the staggered paths through which my mind traveled.Here is a new post which i think is totally a different one from the rest.

here goes the story...

                                  It was a rainy night.she curled up in her cozy bed with some romantic memories.The day for which she eagerly waited was nearing.After one year's relationship and 2 year's break up,they were gonna  meet the very next day.She was really good looking and a sort of chummy girl.And the boy was a presentable one who had lots of love in his heart for her.The very next day,they met, went for a drive.She didn't have any intention of falling into love with him again and deep in the mind she formulated her decisions that it will be their last meeting.But things changed during the drive.They kissed and hugged each other.The friendly drive turned into a romantic one.May be because of their true love or getting convinced by his words,she made up her mind to fall back into the relationship again.Both of them wished if they could spend some more time with each other...the drive ended!She came back to her home.There she saw her parents waiting for her only.She wasn't able to look into their eyes.The guilty consciousness messed up her mind.Some how she convinced them saying like she went to meet one of her friends only.They didn't say anything.she strolled away.Her mind was totally messed up.she didn't know what to choose between.She was only sure about her father's love and intimacy.She slept for a while.Saw many terrible nightmares and woke up suddenly.The very next moment,she dialed his number in her mobile.She said to him "I wish to stop  it here".For a moment no one broke the silence.neither he nor she.She very well knew that he loved him more than anything.But the love for her father or because of the reason that she knew very well that how its gonna end,made her to stick on to the decision.After a minutes silence he said in his trembling voice "hm..okay...we'll stop it here....only coz..i love u that much.".Tears rolled down from her eyes..but she hide it from him...and pressed the red button.