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Dear ‘E’,

It has been quite long since we last heard from each other, or since our eyes touched each other, or since our fingertips felt the same cold on our faces, or since our lips met for the last time…

May be this is the reason i penned down this letter…to stop making sentences starting with ‘since’ and to replace it with ‘again’ like we are good friends again. Again it is my birthday and you forgat it again or you pretended to forget. I don’t know which would be more painful.

Remember…in the first year we met we had a huge celebration with an imaginary party and a cake too because of the distance between the time and the place (not between the hearts). The next year after that when we had already killed certain emotions, you had wished me with two lines zipped into a soulless mail. And the next year after that you were covered under silence and only replied my mail asking ‘where you have been’ with one word which was ‘sorry’. And the next year after that you even did not bother to reply back…

Dear ‘E’, i know sometimes it is hard to remember certain things but other times to forget. Now i don’t know again which has been sad for me…the fact that you forgat my birthday or you never tried to remember it?!

Heartbeat to heartbeat we survived for sometime and heartache to heartache our relation died…

Love,

‘H’

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TO SUCCEED A FAILURE

This morning, when the sun released its rays on my wall in the form of some sparkling lights, again ‘some hope’ filled deep inside me! ‘Some hope’ that is both triggered and hindered by the life itself. ‘Some hope’ that makes me strong enough to challenge every difficulty…that gives me the self-confidence to put up with the so-called bad side…that adds me the gift to see the right and to ignore the wrong.

Yet the very same ‘hope’ does not protect me from the thought that one day you will totally forget me as if i have never existed. And at this point this ‘some hope’ that seems like a success at first step just turns into a failure at the second!

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Boy: I want to ask you something…

Girl: Go ahead…

Boy: But i am hesitant…

Girl: Hesitancy is not your type of behavior…

Boy: May be i changed a bit…

Girl: May be…but i don’t know the new you….the person i knew would easily ask me or tell me whatever he has in his mind…

Boy: Hmmm…Then tell me…did you ever miss me during my absence?

Girl: If i say ‘yes’ what will it change? Let me tell you ‘Nothing’.

Boy: Does it mean i never came into your mind?

Girl: If i say although you were not there physically, yet i kept talking to you, writing to you, and loving you as always, what will it change? Again a big ‘Nothing’…

Boy: You are really angry with me, right? You must be hating me…

Girl: I used to love you even to die for you, i used to miss you even to fall sick, and i used to hate you more than anyone…but now…

Boy: And now?

Girl: I don’t feel anything. I feel as if i am dead…as soulless as a dead!

Boy: Hmmm…you words are really hurting…

Girl: May be…may be it is your turn to get hurt…still i don’t do anything on purpose although you think so…

Boy: You know what i am curious about the most?

Girl: Hmmm what?

Boy: What would  your reaction be if we could meet somehow?

Girl: I dreamed of our meeting millions of time…each time changing the scenario…

Boy: Tell me…I wanna hear…

Girl: Well…First it was like a happy end…I would be impatient to see you, and once you would be close enough i would hug you as tight as i can…

Boy: Lovely…

Girl: No it is not…then the scenario changed just like the change in your attitude with me…this time as soon as i see you, i would feel a strong urge to slap you…but the ache on your cheek could never compansate for the wound you left in me…

Boy: Don’t talk like that…i didn’t do it on purpose you know…i would never hurt you…just the conditions…

Girl: Not the conditions…but the priorities…

Boy: Hmmm…and what about now?

Girl: Now…i would stand close to you, slightly touching your face to be sure that you are real…and after feeling you on my fingertips, i would just walk away…

Boy: …..

Girl: …..

Boy: I’m sorry.

Girl: I’m not.

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btr22

A British spice planter in South India (Hengry Moores), who seems quite ambitious on business. Henry’s lovely indian housemaid (Sajani), who sacrifies her whole life and pride for the sake of love. And Henry’s right-hand indian man called T.K., who is torn between his ideals and the traditions of his village.

Hengry comes to india for the construction of a road which has to be completed before the Mansoons. And T.K., who is an idealistic man, helps him in every step he takes. However, things started to change in a negative way once Hengry and Sajani find themselves in the middle of a secret and illegal love both being married with someone else. They feel intoxicated and blinded by the passion and the lust flowing through their veins. Although T.K. is quite aware of the bitter due results by their cast, he is able to express these facts neither to Hengry nor Sajani.

In this movie we are face to face with a deep love story on the surface, and at the background, you can see different life stories which are composed of struggle, passion, ambition, innocence, success and failure. You can also come across with some realities of the world such as cast system which has all the rights to verdict on human lives.

Breath-taking indian nature being at the back, in a beautifully-decorated scene, a passionate but a sad love story! As it is said, passion has its own price…

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