Try me

Try me

When U’re sad,

Try me;

I’m her killer!

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Shillong Diary #06

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PS This post is the continuation of ‘Shillong Diary series’ and those who haven’t read the early part can check it here…

https://syedajazahmednazirdiary.wordpress.com/2016/04/03/shillong-diary-05/

https://syedajazahmednazirdiary.wordpress.com/2016/03/28/shillong-diary-04/

https://syedajazahmednazirdiary.wordpress.com/2016/03/25/shillong-diary-03/

https://syedajazahmednazirdiary.wordpress.com/2016/03/23/shillong-diary-02/

https://syedajazahmednazirdiary.wordpress.com/2016/03/21/shillong-diary-01/

Dated : 23-10-2015.

2 ::35pm

She :: “Jyoti.”

Amit :: “Nice name…so, what kind of music do you like, Jyoti?”

Jyoti :: “I prefer all genres. I don’t select a specific kind. If I like the music, then I love listening to that song.”

Amit :: “So, lets go hear some music…what you say?”

Jyoti :: “Umm, come lets go Amit.”

Ahhh….I liked the way she addressed my name. As I was close to her, I watched her keenly. She had applied a thick line of kaajal which made her even more beautiful…..

We reached the Jack & Jones stage which housed electronic music. There were many bands participating in this event….but the main attraction were the megadeath…..! For me I was just a electronic guy….but wasn’t a metal fan…

Jyoti :: “I haven’t heard any of the electronic music’s before”

Amit :: “Well! U should try….electronic too….it’s simple beautiful.”

Jyoti :: “How can music without vocal be beautiful…..?”

To be continued…..
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College Wala Love #04

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PS: This post is the continuation of College Wala Love ‘’ short story series and those who haven’t read the early part can check it here…

College Wala Love #01

College Wala Love #02

College Wala Love #03

Amit :: What! She is a writer…..

Amit was shocked. He had heard a lot about her writings in college, but never knew, she was a writer too. He scrolled down the wall, hoping to find anything interesting. He knew he was hoping against hope, but the word Author roused his curiosity. What if! Blood rushed profusely in his veins. He could hear his heart pounding. His mind swung out of his control. His fingers slipped carelessly over the touchpad as he scrolled down.

-an article tagged in with Riya

Wow….Darling! – Riya.

It wasn’t the comment or the tag that struck his heart. It was the hope that started rising in his heart. No way! Without another thought, he opened the article. He read each and every word of it with utmost concentration. He could feel his pulse vibrating. His entire body was shaking with excitement.

‘Your favorite lines in the story?’ – The reporter asked. The reply drew a sharp sigh of relief but a shock for Amit……..
To be completed…..

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Shillong Diary #03

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PS This post is the continuation of ‘Shillong Diary series’ and those who haven’t read the early part can check it here…

https://syedajazahmednazirdiary.wordpress.com/2016/03/23/shillong-diary-02/

https://syedajazahmednazirdiary.wordpress.com/2016/03/21/shillong-diary-01/

Dated : 23-10-2015.

12:20 pm The Bhoirymbong stoppage :::

The conductor told us to get down. Well! She was the first to get down from the bus and I followed her……

“Bacardi NH7 Weekender”

A board was put up near the bus stand. She walked up to the conductor and asked….“Where is the exact location to the Musicfest?  Her voice seems so sweet that it gave goosebumps to me…

“Yes madam, you can walk or take a taxi it’s about 3-4 kilometer” the conductor replied.

“Thank you!” She heaved a sigh.
I followed her……. She walked like a model and occasionally adjusted her handbag over her shoulder. I felt so happy to walk behind her. I didn’t know what I was feeling at that moment. But all I could say is, I felt happy. Just happy……

To be continued…..

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Love UnLove #09

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PS: This post is the continuation of Love UnLove‘’ short story series and those who haven’t read the early part can check it here…

Love UnLove #01

Love UnLove #02

Love UnLove #03

Love Unlove #04

Love UnLove #05

https://syedajazahmednazirdiary.wordpress.com/2016/02/24/love-unlove-06/

https://syedajazahmednazirdiary.wordpress.com/2016/02/26/love-unlove-07/

https://syedajazahmednazirdiary.wordpress.com/2016/03/03/love-unlove-08/

Meanwhile, at the mall….

Ritom (Rahul colleague) :: “Hey! Look isn’t that Jyoti?

Rahul :: (looking around) yeah she is….

Ritom :: Has she lost weight? She is looking so good!

Rahul :: (He was amazed that he had not noticed the glow on her face or the fact that she dressed with more care these days.)

Ritom :: Who is that other guy with her?

As he watched her two things stuck Rahul; he had not seen Jyoti laugh like that in quite a while and that the young man with her was very handsome and seem totally besotted with Jyoti.. It was a major shock to him. Here he was, middle aged and boring and there she was with a handsome young fellow who seemed to make her laugh. All he did was demand that she take care of him, his home and the kids. No wonder she did not even like to talk with him….

Now, he realized that he had been too self absorbed and had become one of those boring husbands who focused on work and TV. When they were newly married he had promised himself that he would never let that happen and that he would be an admirable husband. And what had happened? He had let the mundane take over his marriage and there it was rotting away right before his eyes.

Not that he suspected that Jyoti was being unfaithful to him. He knew his wife, she had too much integrity to do anything like that. It was just that somebody else other than him was able to make her smile and feel beautiful. As Rahul was reflecting on his marriage…..

To be continued….
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Memories

Memories

Every night I lay awake

My brain keeps a fight….

My heart speaks a tale…..

Hoping this time I won’t fail!

I often use to asked myself……

Why do I miss her?

Should I keep on trying……..

When all she has given me…..

Is sleepless nights……

Endless memories…….

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