It’s a friendship turned into love!

Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh my Love!

I remember I first met you on the beach,

At dusk when the sky was peach,

We got introduced as friends though

We both belong to two far away ends!

You ate the fries that I bought for all,

And showed me your gratitude;

You have never showed towards me your attitude!

And is that why I fell for you?!

Our second meeting my love,

Was near the lake, by Jove;

We both flirted like dove.

It’s a friendship turned into love!

We got closer to each other slowly.

One day you surprised me with a kiss.

I am never gonna give another chance like that a miss.

It’s a friendship turned into love!

One day you took me closer to you

You grabbed both my hands

Gave me a tight hug and whispered in my ear

That it was the valentine’s day of that year.

Wow! WOW! Wow!

You did not leave my hand,

You put on it a love’s band,

By the sand,

We spent that night together alone.

True LOVE

Mrs.Dunne was sitting by the side of the fireplace in the cold winter night, knitting the woolen sweater. She was wearing her high-power-thick-framed spectacles and her hair was tied in a tight bun at her back.
The Rolling Stones' Paint It Black was playing in her old radio. On listening to the lyrics, her thoughts slowly traveled back in the memory lane to when she was a young girl.
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"Daddy, why are we painting the fence black while Mrs.Rosie and Mr.Gardner have their fence painted in white?"
"Black is my favorite color Dunne"
This happened when Dunne was four years old.
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"Daddy why are we still riding on a truck, while Mr.Alex and his son have got a small vehicle they call as Taar?"
"Its not Taar Dunne, it is car. We are still having a truck because, I love driving a truck than a car".
This happened when Dunne was six years old.
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Dunne has always felt that her father has not given her enough space in life. She felt that he always had the attitude of dominating things and doing stuffs in his own way. This Point of View of Dunne got more intensified when Mr.Weber married Ms.Allen when Dunne was twelve years old. Dunne felt lost and stranded.

Days, months and years rolled. Mrs. Allen gave birth to two sons and a daughter. At the age of fifteen, teenager Dunne picked up a fight with her father who according to her was the most selfish and dominating person in her world, and moved out to live with her then boyfriend Mr.Brown.
All her step-brothers and step-sister treated her unfriendly. Mrs.Allen Weber was Dunne's she school teacher. Dunne hated her. She cannot understand why her father married Ms.Allen. That was something strange to Dunne even then.

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When Mrs.Dunne Wellington was fifty-six years old, her father who was octogenarian has passed away. " That was before four years", she heard herself murmuring to her. The old arm chair creaked a little when she stood up. She adjusted her spectacles. Dunne slowly kept the woolen sweater and needle beside the hot tea-pot on the table and headed towards her bed room with her walking stick.
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Mr.Weber had always showed immense love for Dunne's mother. But, Since he joined hands with Allen, Dunne felt that her father's love for her mother is not true. She just recollected how many days she had cried thinking about her innocent mother; this only increased her hate more towards her father.

She slowly sat on her bed and placed the walking stick beside her and pulled out a drawer. She took out an envelope and slowly walked toward the fireplace. Her heart was as hard as rock.
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Moments later, she was standing in front of the fire place with the envelope in her hand. She was about to throw that into the fire. It was all that her father had left for her, after his death. But all of  sudden, her intuition told her," Dunne, do not be in a haste, think a little. Though Dad did not really like Mum, Mum's love for Dad is true and pure. She had always loved her husband and spoke good about him when she was alive. What if you open this and see what he has left for you?"
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Hours passed. Finally Dunne made up her mind and opened the seal with a big sigh. She found a small letter and a will enclosed with it.
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Dear Dunne,
                        I do not know if I will be alive when this letter reaches your hand. I have always loved your mother more than Allen and so you were born. Me and your mother have always loved you.
                        Your mother is my first true love in my life and so you are always special to me. Here I have enclosed a will stating that you are the sole owner of the 50 acre farm land that I have in Dundee, after my demise.
                        I would also like you to know that I have not given this to Allen's children because I Love You and your mother more than them.
Love.
Father.

P.S: First true love lives in heart till last breath.

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Dunne felt numb. She cried.

If we are not meant for each other....

If we are not meant for each other,

why did you steal my heart?

If we are not meant for each other,

why my heart always skips a beat when my mind gives about you a thought?

If we are not meant for each other,

why we had so much in common?

If we are not meant for each other,

why on earth did we fall for each other?

I know tis not lust, but tis pure love,

as pure as a baby's smile,

as pure as dew on a grass blade.

I also know that lust is just the next stage of love.

I was into you and you were into me.

We were about to tell each other how we felt,

when the whole world came inbetween and changed the way we dealt (each other)

Oh! My love, please dont leave me stranded;

Because it is your love that I most wanted.

I know we both belong to different religions,

But see we are united by a religion called love.

Tis one of the most powerful forces on this earth below (the heavens).

Jesus did preach love; and so did Krishna;

So, though we differ,

Love is something that our Gods prefer.

I know you did love me,

I felt it in the way you touched me,

I know some of our friends do not like this happening between us,

If only they know how life was like in NUS.

The memories live fresh in my heart as if they all happened today,

and I am still the One who wishes you every year on your Birthday;

I am not saying that you forgot me;

But do u know everyday I just think of that one night and cry?

Life is much hard for me now;

You having graduated and moved on;

Still my new life (after forgetting you) is yet to be born.

One thing still confuses me..

Have you really loved thee?

If so where did that love vanish?

All of a sudden , u ignored it as if it was devilish.

Love, as pure as a milk, is what I felt for thou.

But what use is it of, if we are not meant for each other?

What use is it of, if we are not meant for each other?

LMP

What does LMP stand for?
Well, to know about it in detail, please read this post.
Whenever, I face a difficult situation in life, my mind tries hard to distract me from that situation by engaging myself in bizarre activities that have no link at all to the difficulty that I am facing.
For example, in school days I had this friend of mine who is very studious and brilliant than me. We both were very close and best friends till this day.
During exam times, this friend of mine will not even cut her nails. When I asked her after exam one day,"Hey Prema, why you did not cut ur nails? See how bad it looks with so much of black dirt deposited inside it?"
She replied " Dear, I dont have time to cut, I am very busy preparing for exams".

( I was thinking to my self about how I wasted nearly 10 minutes in the previous day by cutting my overgrown nails from fingers and toes. Even then I did not feel guilty. Because, personal cleanliness and hygiene are the first things that my parents have taught me, since they are doctors. I thought Prema should use some of her intelligence on self-grooming also.)

Even today, when I am faced with any difficult situation or last minute panic, my adrenaline increases suddenly and my increase in aesthetic sense is directly proportional to the increase in adrenaline, this all ends me in concentrating on Self-Grooming.

I am not blaming Prema, nor I am blowing my own trumpet, see, as I have already mentioned in my previous post, people are different.

I should mention here that Prema is now a reputed MBBS doctor, from Stanley Medical College, in the society. The famous medical college in Chennai where my father finished Medicine. My parents are and were proud of Prema. I wonder if this message will ever reach her or will she ever read this post. Anyway, Prema, I just want to let you know that we both emerged out as successful people in out class - 10 & 12 but in our own different ways. We both are successful in our Education, again in our own different ways.
I have always thanked God for showing such a nice person like u in my life. Feeling nostalgic, when I remember the good old Gnanananda School days! esp our Class-8 days.

So, got the LMP???eh?