The rain, which made me, cry!!!

Note: – This is a rather serious post.

Those who know me, “in person”, will always say, “Santosh is a person with whom acquaintance is more than enough.” Some think, I don’t know what does it mean by relationship. The only relation I know of is I, me and myself.

The last time I cried, in front of many people, was when my sister was married. After that no one has seen me crying. Now I am a grown up man and grown-ups don’t cry.

Here is the story of my loneliness.

One day I told my partner, Darling I want something of our own. My partner said with a grin “I was thinking of the same”. From that moment we started. We used to stay awake at night working towards our goals. And after long nights of awakening and sweating, There she was in front of us. The cutest thing we have ever seen. I called her Happiness (Khusi) and my partner called her time pass. She was the cutest thing I have ever seen. I used to play with her. She was my love. I knew her much better than any one else.

Wait a sec!!! Why am I calling using “Was” every time. It’s because she is more. She is dead. It was my mistake. One night I forgot to close the window of her room. It rained heavily that night and by morning she was counting her last breath. I called the doctor he also tried no avail. She was gone forever. My partner was shouting at me and I was just listing. It was loss so many thing. Than my partner came and said “I told you to make a back up of your hard disk. But why would do it. Now go to hell. I can’t make another game.”

P.S.-> I wanted to write a really serious post (as I was feeling really low) but after the first two para my mood got the better of me and I made up a story to match up with my mood.

The marriage that never happened.

Before the post let me make this clear that i am not in any way responsible for what ever happened.

The other day me and one of my frens (who by chance is a girl) were having a fight on my bad habit. By bad habit i mean she was angry on my smoking too much. Her argument was that cigarette kiils a person and stuff. After a long fight she said “Do you what is the defination of Cigarette?”

I said “no!”

She told the defination of cigarette is “One pinch of tobacco rolled in a paper, With fire at one end and Fool at another!” My reply to herr was “सिगरेट दिल को तो जलाती है, मगर होटो॑ के पास तो आती है।”( in english “Cigarette, it burns the heart But it does it but Kissing the lips”). She got really furious to me and said you wont be married to any girl if you think about kissing (and marry making) with every one you see.

suddenly it came back to me when i propsed a girl. I was lying next to her. she was the most nearest thing. and i really loved the way she was looking at me with those small beautiful eyes. Her smile was the best i could remember. we were both of the same ages. we knew each other, we spoke each others language, we had a bonding like no ne else had. We stayed together for more than 12 hours a day. we even slept together. But deep iside i knew she will be leaving me soon. we will be going our seprate way. so i poped her the question “Will you marry me” and that was it. she wailed like i have never heard before. she was crying like a baby. i also cried with her. The moment meant to cry. all of sudden all the kid in the pre nersery started crying. I knew that she wont be there with me for life and all these kids were giving me sympathy by crying wit me.