No planning right now.......par whenever i come there we’ll surely meet yaar..... and full tight wala mamla yaha nahi jamta baba.......so kuchh aur plan karna hamare liye.......thik he......
From India, Mumbai
11From India, Mumbai
As you say dear ........................ your wish is my command :-P We will plan something else no problem yaar :icon1: Regards AK
From India, Thana
From India, Thana
Hi Amol,
I have read this many times...yet every time I read it feels like the first time:)..in our race for material pleasures, we often forget that its the small momnets that give us happiness & memories that we carry thru our years..Thanks for posting!
Regards,
Ranjani
From India, Mumbai
I have read this many times...yet every time I read it feels like the first time:)..in our race for material pleasures, we often forget that its the small momnets that give us happiness & memories that we carry thru our years..Thanks for posting!
Regards,
Ranjani
From India, Mumbai
It's the best post till date what i have read on this site Amol u hav brought tears in my eyes coz it has really touched my heart.
Hats off to you man for bringing out the Human Being in all of us.
Cheers
Sushant
From India, Pune
Hats off to you man for bringing out the Human Being in all of us.
Cheers
Sushant
From India, Pune
Dear Amol, A great story, Once again It touched my heart, This story has the power to save the breaking relations to get restored. Nice... Keep Posting. Manoj
From India, Calcutta
From India, Calcutta
Hi amol,
Nice strory. Tears in my eyes while reading thro''
I believe basically all human bengs are good. Its the situation takes them to other route.
Its always required to have this kind of postings here & there to bring back on their original path.
Relationship is all about winning , losing and sharing.
Winning heart......
Losing Ego.....
Sharing joys & sorrows.......... ALWAYS
cheers
Sujatha Kris
From India, Vadodara
Nice strory. Tears in my eyes while reading thro''
I believe basically all human bengs are good. Its the situation takes them to other route.
Its always required to have this kind of postings here & there to bring back on their original path.
Relationship is all about winning , losing and sharing.
Winning heart......
Losing Ego.....
Sharing joys & sorrows.......... ALWAYS
cheers
Sujatha Kris
From India, Vadodara
ONE MORE STORY ON THE SAME LINES....
My husband is an Engineer by profession, I love him for his steady nature, and I love the warm feeling when I lean against his broad shoulders. Three years of courtship and now, two years into marriage, I would have to admit, that I am getting tired of it.
The reasons of me loving him before, has now transformed into the cause of all my restlessness. I am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive when it comes to a relationship and my feelings, I yearn for the romantic moments, like a little girl yearning for candy.
My husband is my complete opposite, his lack of sensitivity, and the inability of bringing romantic moments into our marriage has disheartened me about love. One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision, that I wanted a divorce.
"Why?" he asked, shocked. "I am tired; there are no reasons for every thing in the world!" I answered. He kept silent the whole night, seems to be in deep thought with a lighted cigarette at all times. My feeling of disappointment only increased, here was a man who can't even express his predicament, what else can I hope from him?
And finally he asked me:" What can I do to change your mind?"
Somebody said it right, it's hard to change a person's personality, and I guess, I have started losing faith in him. Looking deep into his eyes I slowly answered: "Here is the question, if you can answer and convince my heart, I will change my mind, let’s say, I want a flower located on the face of a mountain cliff, and we both are sure that picking the flower will cause your death, will you do it for me?"
He said:" I will give you your answer tomorrow...." My hopes just sank by listening to his response. I woke up the next morning to find him gone, and saw a piece of paper with his scratchy handwriting, underneath a milk glass, on the dining table near the front door, that goes....
My dear,
"I would not pick that flower for you, but please allow me to explain the reasons further..."
This first line was already breaking my heart. I continued reading.
"When you use the computer you always mess up the Software programs, and you cry in front of the screen, I have to save my fingers so that I can help to restore the programs.
You always leave the house keys behind, thus I have to save my legs to rush home to open the door for you. You love traveling but always lose your way in a new city; I have to save my eyes to show you the way. You always have the cramps whenever your "good friend" approaches every month; I have to save my palms so that I can calm the cramps in your tummy.
You like to stay indoors, and I worry that you will be infected by infantile autism m. I have to save my mouth to tell you jokes and stories to cure your boredom.
You always stare at the computer, and that will do nothing good for your eyes, I have to save my eyes so that when we grow old, I can help to clip your nails, and help to remove those annoying white hairs. So I can also hold your hand while strolling down the beach, as you enjoy the sunshine and the beautiful sand... and tell you the color of flowers, just like the color of the glow on your young face...
Thus, my dear, unless I am sure that there is someone who loves you more than I do... I could not pick that flower yet, and die... "
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My tears fell on the letter, and blurred the ink of his handwriting... and as I continue on reading...
"Now, that you have finished reading my answer, if you are satisfied, please open the front door for I am standing outside bringing your favorite bread and fresh milk...
I rush to pull open the door, and saw his anxious face, clutching tightly with his hands, the milk bottle and loaf of bread....
Now I am very sure that no one will ever love me as much as he does, and I have decided to leave the flower alone...
It is the story which is applicable to all of us. We take things for granted whether it is our employer, employee, Boss, subordinate, family, parents, children, friends or servants.
We take a microscopic view and focus on one small thing instead of taking the broad view.
Thanks & Regards
Bharathi Sarkar
From United States
My husband is an Engineer by profession, I love him for his steady nature, and I love the warm feeling when I lean against his broad shoulders. Three years of courtship and now, two years into marriage, I would have to admit, that I am getting tired of it.
The reasons of me loving him before, has now transformed into the cause of all my restlessness. I am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive when it comes to a relationship and my feelings, I yearn for the romantic moments, like a little girl yearning for candy.
My husband is my complete opposite, his lack of sensitivity, and the inability of bringing romantic moments into our marriage has disheartened me about love. One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision, that I wanted a divorce.
"Why?" he asked, shocked. "I am tired; there are no reasons for every thing in the world!" I answered. He kept silent the whole night, seems to be in deep thought with a lighted cigarette at all times. My feeling of disappointment only increased, here was a man who can't even express his predicament, what else can I hope from him?
And finally he asked me:" What can I do to change your mind?"
Somebody said it right, it's hard to change a person's personality, and I guess, I have started losing faith in him. Looking deep into his eyes I slowly answered: "Here is the question, if you can answer and convince my heart, I will change my mind, let’s say, I want a flower located on the face of a mountain cliff, and we both are sure that picking the flower will cause your death, will you do it for me?"
He said:" I will give you your answer tomorrow...." My hopes just sank by listening to his response. I woke up the next morning to find him gone, and saw a piece of paper with his scratchy handwriting, underneath a milk glass, on the dining table near the front door, that goes....
My dear,
"I would not pick that flower for you, but please allow me to explain the reasons further..."
This first line was already breaking my heart. I continued reading.
"When you use the computer you always mess up the Software programs, and you cry in front of the screen, I have to save my fingers so that I can help to restore the programs.
You always leave the house keys behind, thus I have to save my legs to rush home to open the door for you. You love traveling but always lose your way in a new city; I have to save my eyes to show you the way. You always have the cramps whenever your "good friend" approaches every month; I have to save my palms so that I can calm the cramps in your tummy.
You like to stay indoors, and I worry that you will be infected by infantile autism m. I have to save my mouth to tell you jokes and stories to cure your boredom.
You always stare at the computer, and that will do nothing good for your eyes, I have to save my eyes so that when we grow old, I can help to clip your nails, and help to remove those annoying white hairs. So I can also hold your hand while strolling down the beach, as you enjoy the sunshine and the beautiful sand... and tell you the color of flowers, just like the color of the glow on your young face...
Thus, my dear, unless I am sure that there is someone who loves you more than I do... I could not pick that flower yet, and die... "
<image no longer exists>
My tears fell on the letter, and blurred the ink of his handwriting... and as I continue on reading...
"Now, that you have finished reading my answer, if you are satisfied, please open the front door for I am standing outside bringing your favorite bread and fresh milk...
I rush to pull open the door, and saw his anxious face, clutching tightly with his hands, the milk bottle and loaf of bread....
Now I am very sure that no one will ever love me as much as he does, and I have decided to leave the flower alone...
It is the story which is applicable to all of us. We take things for granted whether it is our employer, employee, Boss, subordinate, family, parents, children, friends or servants.
We take a microscopic view and focus on one small thing instead of taking the broad view.
Thanks & Regards
Bharathi Sarkar
From United States
Hi Tanvini,
Your story was interesting.....though much away from marraige as not yet time for me ......but i feel Marraige is something which is very mystic and specially the life after it......and no matter what goes on, you love one-another, you fight, you cry, so on and so forth to make it work and its worth......doing all these...to save it
I would love to quote "till death do us apart".....it was good
Discovering the lost treasured happy days is like landing with Alladin's Magic lamp and the Gennie....taking you to your dreamland thats what the person realised i guess for his wife at the climax of the story.
Regards, Ronnie 8)
From India, Bangalore
Your story was interesting.....though much away from marraige as not yet time for me ......but i feel Marraige is something which is very mystic and specially the life after it......and no matter what goes on, you love one-another, you fight, you cry, so on and so forth to make it work and its worth......doing all these...to save it
I would love to quote "till death do us apart".....it was good
Discovering the lost treasured happy days is like landing with Alladin's Magic lamp and the Gennie....taking you to your dreamland thats what the person realised i guess for his wife at the climax of the story.
Regards, Ronnie 8)
From India, Bangalore
Hi Tanvini,
Your story was interesting........though much away from marraige for me as not yet time......but Marraige is something very unique....to me it is mystic....and specially the life after it ....in it you love, you fight, you cry....and so on and so forth but its worth all this to save it rather than walking out of it...
Discovering your lost dreams is like landing with Alladin's Magic Lamp and the Gennie taking you to your Dreamland....i guess this is what the husband discovered at the climax of the story......
Iwould love to qoute "Till Death Do Us Apart".....
Regards, Ronnie 8)
From India, Bangalore
Your story was interesting........though much away from marraige for me as not yet time......but Marraige is something very unique....to me it is mystic....and specially the life after it ....in it you love, you fight, you cry....and so on and so forth but its worth all this to save it rather than walking out of it...
Discovering your lost dreams is like landing with Alladin's Magic Lamp and the Gennie taking you to your Dreamland....i guess this is what the husband discovered at the climax of the story......
Iwould love to qoute "Till Death Do Us Apart".....
Regards, Ronnie 8)
From India, Bangalore
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