He loved her.Madly. Passionately. She loved him too. Maybe.
But his love for her was so full of emotions,that he spoke very little of it and she , maybe, couldnt understand him. And like all high school love stories , it ended, on a note of being "just friends from now". Though the relationship lasted for close to 2 years but it all ended so quickly that it looked like the "ek tha raja, ek thi rani " to all except the 2 of them.

He was ,steadfast and demure . Fell in love with this beautiful girl from his school. Even she loved him,maybe, and together over a period of time they came so close to each other, that they could barely pass a minute without each other.He met her in the morning . She called him in the evening.He called her at night. They talked till the first ray of the morning sun.He woke up with her call. They fought.They laughed.Everything was just about fine.Love blossomed.They had sacrificed a lot for each other's happiness.

Time passed.

And as all stories, they had problems. They started fighting over petty issues. She knew he loved her a lot , more than anyone could ever love her in her lifetime. But his nonchalance exasperated her. She was the dominant partner in the relation. She used to hang up his call. He used to keep calling. She used to get mad at him . He listened mournfully and cried his heart out later. She was usually annoyed , she sulked ,but he was able to please her , compliment her vanity.

Whatever all happened between them, but they were a pair. They loved each other.
Physically distant, they were together emotionally and mentally.

One fine day , or rather night, he got a message from her , expecting mellifluous words from his lover. But not to be.

It was her message but it went something like this " i am sorry , but its OVER ..its just not working...just cant handle it any more ...i dont know what to say ...please dont try and contact me ".
The ironical part of this message was that she had just spoken everything even though she didnt know what to say.
Yeah, it did hurt him , a lot. Maybe it hurt her too but she was the one who had taken the decision. Truly words can beat the hell out of a person . But, yeah, he didnt cry. That one message had changed him. He had grown up. With this ended his high school and all those fantasies one lives in high school.
She carried on with her "bright" life ,only to talk to him once or twice in a year. He was back to being the introvert he was. He occasionally read her " break up" message , cried in his heart , smile at his fate , and like everyone dream of understanding and getting " true love " once.
About them , both of them lived happily after all....:P

Finally....

pheeww...finally ...m here....doin wat i hv been wanting 2 do 4 a reallllly long time nw.....blogging...obviously wen India's favorite child Amitabh Bachchan is in d news 4 blogging...hw cn d 2nd best guy b far behind ...:P...so i decided 2 start with this..
on a more serious note , the thing is that i have been going through d blogs of so many people recently, thanks to my vacations and sandeep , that i literally forced myself into this. When I read a particular blog , especially on a powerful topic , i find my self lost , completely immersed in that thing for a while , struggling to connect my thoughts , wanting to give way to the millions of voices screaming in my head , trying to create and endorse an opinion and what is being said and last but definitely not the least admiring the author for putting in an effort ( though it might come effortlessly to most people ) to get across his/her feelings to the lesser mortals like me in such a beautiful way.
This blog isn't really meant to be a diary of mine or not even a record of my day-to -day activities(personally,i hate such blogs, just too boring). For me , it would be more like penning down my thoughts about some particular issues, places ,people etc., just to give my mind and heart an outlet. And when one come's back years later and reads things like these, it really reflects one's thought process some time back, and it's hard not to feel a surge of emotions on reading it. Also , in the end i would love it, if people would give a few comments, coz' it really gives a secure feeling that someone is out there ,listening to you , to each and every word you say.
I sincerely do hope that i am able to contribute a li'l piece of myself in this huge blogging world.
Love....