I Me Myself

I was tagged by Demonic Dude. The thing is to answer 50 questions about myself 😀
So ladies and gentlemen, here we go :

1. Were you named after anyone? Yes. After the gr8 philosopher( Swamiji,plz do forgive my mom :D)
2. Do you wish on stars? Noo(Esp after watching the lead actors do the same in Hindi movies..Rule of thumb,never follow hindi movies:P)
3. When did you last cry? A month ago. Well.actually, I am crying a lot these days 😦
4. Do you like your handwriting? Lyk???U kidding???????????I lost 2 marks in maths in my +2 exam because of my messy handwriting!
5. What is your favourite meat?Tried chicken once but then it tasted similar 2 paneer..basically a veggie
6. What is your most embarrassing CD on your shelf?I had this broken CD of some dumb movie called fifth element..doubt if its ther still..
7. If you were another person, would YOU be friends with you? Yeha
8.Are you a daredevil?Hmmm…err…huh…kinda…
9. How do you release anger?I shout out
10. Where is your second home?If chennai is my first home, then coimbatore is my 2nd home ;)…calicut is more lyk a jail 😦
11. Do you trust others easily?Yeha…luk how kind hearted I am 😀
12. What was your favourite toy(s) as a child? My He-Man, a Jeep, my cycle and my teddy bear 😀
13. What class in school/college do you think is totally useless? Engineering Graphics(I f**kin hate it X-( )
14. Do you use sarcasm a lot? Wat a sucky question…of course Yes.
15. Have you ever been in a mosh pit? No
16. What do you look for in a girl? I had put up a post earlier…plz do read it 😛
17. Would you bungee jump?Yes.
18. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off? No I dont…hey wait….its been eons since I wore one:O
19. What’s your favourite ice cream? Butterscotch and chocolate
20. What are your favourite colours? Blue and black
21. What are your least favourite things? does mess food come under “things”??
22. How many people do you have a crush on right now? 8 i guess….hillary duff,elisha cuthbert,Reese Witherspoon(I lyk gals wit blonde hairs…..but not the stereotyped “blondes” :P) etc.:D
23. Who do you miss most right now? My parents
24. What are you listening to right now?Fort Minor…LP!!LP!!!LP!!!
25. If you were a crayon, what colour would you be? I don wanna b a crayon…better b an eraser 😛

26. What is the weather like right now?Its sultry
27. Last person you talked to on the phone? Don remind me abt fone…It took 6 calls for the customer care guy 2 understand tat I am the subscriber and not the retailerX-(
28. The “first” thing you notice about the opposite sex? Smile and eyes(esp if they hve kajal on ther eyes..gals wit kajal luk soo …. :D) and the way they tie ther hair
29. Do you like the person who sent you this?Man I luv him 😛
30. How are you today? My graphologist friend told me tat my confidence is at an all time low :((
31. Favourite non alcoholic drink? Sprite
32. Favourite alcoholic drink? I wud luv 2 taste a martini 😀
33. Natural hair colour? Black.
34. Eye colour? Black
35. Wear contacts? Nope but planning to.
36. Siblings?A elder sister…how I miss our fights 😦
37. Favourite month? July
38. Favourite food? Home made…my mom dad n sis can cook..now if u ask wat abt me..i hve started cooking :D..so all r welcome to ma home 😀
39. Favourite day of the year? Saturday 😛
40. Have you ever been too shy to ask someone out?Nope I guess
41. Scary movies or happy endings? I despise scary movies….happy endings r ok as long as they don sound cliched
42. Summer or winter? Summer
43. Holi or Diwali? Diwali
44. Do you like your name?I just feel pity for the Swamiji 😦
45. What book/magazine are you reading? Finished One Night@Call center, reading LOTR, Alfred Sloan’s “My years with General Motors”, Bill Gates “Business@Speed of thought” and Norman Peale “Amazing results of positive thinking”.
46. What’s on your mouse pad?Muaaaaaaaaaaaaaahaaaaaaaa…no mouse pads 😛
47. What did you watch on TV last night? Gunners and Juve match and I very well doubt tat Juve has fixed the match…how do u explain Gunners winning 2-0 and two Juve players being sent off????
48. Favourite Smell?Smell of petrol and smell of deeply fried potatoes 😀
49. Have you ever regretted breaking up with someone? Yes
50. Most tiresome thing you’ve ever experienced/done?I watched a movie called “Madurai” in the theatres 😦 and travelling in buses in kerala!
On this solemn occasion, I pass on the tag to everyone on my blogroll :D(claps all arnd)…

Sense and Sensitivity

I have always blvd tat its a crime 2 send fwds esp the chain mails. A bigger crime is to copy n paste those fwds in blogs! So do forgive me for committing a crime :D. I was browsing thro Dilbert on ma comp when tis particular cartoon caught my eye…
I lykd the question tat Dogbert asks:”Is it my fault tat i was born without the ability to sense the feelings of others?!“

Omerta

This is the third part of the trilogy after Love Story and Christmas Gift.

OMERTA

‘Inspired’ by real n reel events

“There is a dark man in everyone. It’s just that we choose to be who we are….”
-Silence of the lambs
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43 years ago, my dad landed on the shores of this gr8 wide land. 25 years later,he married my mother. And they never regretted my existence. But one day changed everything….

20 years after I was born, I woke up one day realising I had not done anything to justify my existence in this world. My friends told me that I still have a long time to go before I find out wat the Real Me can do. Alas!If only my parents had understood that. Instead they forced me to do this and do that. The vesuvius dormant inside me exploded one day and I ran away from my house. The hearts of my parents crumbled like the city of pompeii. I did not care.

A month later, I met someone on a bus. They say life is a matter of choices that we make and that day, I chose to talk to him. He looked like a stereotyped ruffian. Long hair,unshaven beard and unkempt clothes. Yet he sounded so knowledgeable and harmless. I told him everything that was to be told about my life. I rambled on and on and realised that I had missed my bus stop. After an hour of patient hearing, he offered to help me. I got out of the bus along with him and he took me to his place. The next day, he took me to his ‘office’. One cannot call it an office. It was a house rather. He asked me to wait outside. An hour later, he returned and asked me if I knew how to drive a car. I said yes and I was appointed as the driver.

I was very happy. I then thought I was on the path to identify the real Me. Anyway, I was asked to drive around the city and the boss seemed to be happy with my driving. Somewhere in the corner of my mind, something was nagging me. That night, I was asked to drive my boss around to a night club. The ‘boss’ was a short guy of medium complexion. If someone had not introduced him to me as the ‘boss’, I would have mistook him to be a circus clown. The boss asked me to wait outside. I had never been to a night club before and realised I have to work for few more years before I can accompany them inside. Sometime later, I could hear gunshots. I was terrified. I saw my boss running out of the night club and approaching the car. I started the car and the moment he got into it, I drove out of the place. I could spot a hint of relief on boss’s face thro the rearview mirror. I was shy by nature and hence,drove without opening my mouth. After sometime though, the boss talked. He explained how he had shot the owner of the nightclub. He seemed jubilant and in fact, let out a huge laugh. It scared the shit outta me! I dropped him at his place and ran over to my friend’s house. He was sleeping and took sometime to open the door. I was panting for breath. I asked him and wat his boss was doing. The trouble with this guy was tat he really knew how to talk to people. He let me shout at him for sometime and then explained quietly that our boss was a local thug. As he gave me more details regarding my boss’s “profession”,blood drained outta my face. He then warned me that since I had driven him around the city, everyone would have spotted me and my name would be marked as a member of THE Gang. I cursed myself for the first time for running outta my house and the deep shit I had gotten into.

The problem with choices are that,sometimes, our decision lets others control our future. My condition was similar to that of a bird who has had its wings cut and stuffed in a cage. With great trepidation, I reported for “work” the next day. My friend seemed to have told our boss regarding my outburst the previous night since the boss appeared very friendly to me. In fact, he even boasted to some outsider that I had saved his life yesterday and that I had a gr8 future!That day, he proclaimed himself to be my ‘guruji’ and began my tutelage. For the next couple of months, he taught me. He told me how a person could rise in this world only by pushing someone else down the drain. To me, it all appeared nonsense in the beginning. But as days passed by, I realised I had little choice and so picked up a few tricks. The boss was really impressed with my ‘learning’ skills and after sometime, I was ‘promoted’ from a driver to a henchman. I din know whether to rejoice or cry.

Every day, many came to seek counsel from my boss. They ranged from ordinary mortals visiting him out of fear to bank executives paying him to track down defaulters. One fine day, a man came to meet my boss. He looked omnious and deeply worried and angry. For the first time, my boss let me talk to the person. It was the clear indication of another ‘promotion’ for me. This time, I did feel elated. I asked the person what his problem was. He told me about his wife’s dallings with her ex-boyfriend. He offered to pay me whatever I demanded if I could drive out the other guy out of her life. Though I was reluctant to accept, I relented after sometime. After the guy left, my boss ordered me to deal with this ‘case’ myself. This was going to my first kill.

For two days, I kept following the other guy. In broad daylight, I saw them walking down the street hand in hand. What made my blood boil was the fact that the lady had a kid. I decided to put an end to the story the next day.

That night, I couldnt sleep properly. The next day, I was to commit my first real crime. Till then, I had accompained the boss and his henchmen but then never had got myself involved. My friend, who was really amazed by my ‘growth’ in the gang, suggested that I try weed before I hit him. I had never tried drugs till then and was slightly hesistant. I realised my friend had always been right and asked him to explain the intricacies of smoking weed.

Since I was doing it all alone, I decided to catch a bus instead of driving around in a vehicle. I got down at the bus stand. I remembered my friend’s instructions and walked up to the auto stand. I lighted a cigarrete while standing between two autos. A man walked up to me and he offered his hand. I held up 50 bucks in my palm and as we shook hands, we exchanged the cigars and the 50 bucks. He informed me that the cigar contained the dope and I can smoke them jus like ordinary cigarettes. Before I could reply, he had disappeared. I took a doped cigar, placed it between my lips and smoked. For sometime, I did not feel any change. Then I felt as if I was flying in the air. Everyone around me looked as tiny as liliputians. I kept laughing. I kept crying. I saw him getting out of his car and escorting her into the departmental store. The kid was standing beside her and ran after them. Strangely, the kid looked happy. I thought it was the grass tat was playing some trick. I followed them into the store. They were standing near the other end of the store. While the kid was checking out the chocolates section, the other guy and the lady were holding each other’s hands. She was crying and then hugged him. For some reason, it drove me mad. I snatched the chocolate out of the kid’s hand, paid the bill and got out of the store. The kid started crying and followed me. His crying disturbed the other guy. He too got out of the store following the kid who was following me. All while, the lady stood inside the departmental store looking through the glass door. I got out and turned left and waited. The kid did not know where I turned and chose the wrong direction. The other guy too turned the same direction. As they searched for me, I ran behind them. The kid stood and the guy ran ahead. I knew this was my chance. I closed his mouth using my left hand and held the knife in the right hand. I knew that the lady was watching us from the other side of the door. But she did not shout. She came running towards the door. I realised I had very little time. I tapped the guy’s shoulders. He turned towards me and before his brain could send a signal to his hand tat I held a knife in my hand, I drove the knife into his stomach. I took it out and drove it in again. Blood was sprouting out of his stomach and I could see his intestine. The lady came out of the store and rushed towards the guy. She was in tears and her face was white. It had the mixed look of fear and anger. And she shouted.“Oh Nikhil…nikhil…” No sound came out of her mouth but I could hear each and every mouth she mouthed as if she was whispering them in my ears. She told me how much she had loved this guy but had spurned him since she thought his love was based on sympathy. How her husband suspected her each and every action and without realising,drove her into Nikhil’s hands. How she had named her elder child Nikhil although she could never call his name. How I had spoilt her only chance to regain happiness in life. How she had continued her liason with him despite knowing that she was committing a cardinal sin. She kept rambling on and on. I realised that it was the first time her voice had found an audience. Till today, I do not know how I was able to hear it. May be it was the dope or may be it was something else. She sighed as she got up and looked at me with a motherly look on her face. She was still crying as she took the kids in her arms and ran away from the place. Suddenly,everything appeared clearer to me. The choice had been made. And I know she too remained so. Her secrets were safe with me and so were mine with her. And we both knew we had to live with it. The code had been signed.
I too ran away the next moment. I did not go back to my boss or my friend.Instead I ran away from them too. They did not bother to chase me since for them, their job was done. The police
did not bother to chase me since they never knew I had existed. 5 years later, I am happily married and settled in life with my husband. Till this day, I have not come across that lady.However, that code of silence we two women accepted that day is still being honored and shall be honored ever after……

Timeout

I have been writing lots of stories lately. My previous two posts were stories. My next one is also a story(yawn!). It should complete the trilogy. Now don ask me wat the common thread connecting the three stories…even I am searching for sth :O!
Many ppl have asked me why I changed my blog name from Me Te ReBel to Viive. Well after reading Ayn Rand(its her again!), I realised tat the rebel in me has disappeared. I hve become wateva I din want myself to be. Anyhow, the rebel in me is down but not out ;-). And to indicate tat, i hve changed my blogger disp pic to that of a flicker of light. Again inspired from Rand. Terz a similar flame in the book Atlas Shrugged:the flame from Wyatt’s Oil Field. Any Rand followers wud know wat its sup 2 mean. For others, the flame is the symbol of the crusade against the looters. They say “Alcohol breeds philosophers” but I should add tat “Vettiness breeds philosophers”!
Watched a cricket match after a very very long time. And wat a match it was:Aussie plundering 434 against South Africa and the Springbooks chasing it!I din watch the Aussie innings. In fact i watched the SA innings only after20 overs. And wat a chase it was!I shd add tat Aussie bowling attack was below par. Without McGrath and Warne, their bowling is akin to a rock band without guitarists. It wud b better if any of the two bowling greats is roped in as the bowling coach or sth.I do think tat the match signals the beginning of the end of Aussie Domination of cricket. They have been beaten comprehensively(by their standards that is) in Test by the Poms and now in One-Day too,their performance is beginning to deteriorate. Rest in peace Aussies…Ur time is up 😀

Hurrrrrrrrrrayyyyyy!!!Schumi is back..the king is back….Long Live the King!!I know Schumi din win…but a 2nd place finish has laid the foundation for a Championship victory this time…Last year, he was defeated not by his competitors instead by changes in the format…LOL..luk wat happens if someone keeps winning!
Now they will ask Federer to play without a racket or order Ronaldinho to play as a keeper :O
I was a cars n F1 freak during my skool days and the frenzy hit a all time high during my 11th n 12th stds when I became a big Schumi fan.Everything changed when I arrived at college. I left cars behind and instead, embraced computers. Not tat I don derive the same pleasure but watching Schumi battling out wit Hakkinen(anyone know where he is??) and leaving the rest of the pack to battle it out amongst each other just felt great!These days, I am a soccer fanatic(soccer,not football :P) but I shd admit tat I am beginning to lose interest in soccer too…
Listening to lots of tamil songs these days. Lotsa movies r gonna release in the near future. Vetaiyaadu Vilayadu,Pattiyal,Godfather,Poi,Pudupettai, Paarijatham,etc. The trend these days seem to b this:two duets, one masala,one ‘pheelings’ number,a classical,a remix of any of the previous mentioned songs n a rap. Sometimes, the rap n the remix r the same though ur often left wondering wats the point of a remix in the same album! And the rap lyrics all sound cliched n stale.
The third part of the trilogy is titled “Omerta“. I am doing a lot of research for this. Its inspired by an event in my college. Before I reveal nething else, I stop….(konjam over build up :P)

Christmas Gift

“Wake up,Amar Wake up!!”Nikhil whispered excitedly into Amar’s ears. It was the early morning hours of the christmas day. The sun was yet to cast its rays on this side of the world. But Amar was impatient. Last year, Santa had given him a set of sketch pens. The previous sunday, he had prayed to the Lord asking for the best christmas gift ever. He hoped his wish would come true. He also hoped that unlike the previous year, he would get a better present than Amar. The fact that his brother was 3 years younger to him never struck him.”Boys!” He often heard his mom telling him,”They never grow up”.

“You STILL believe in Santa Claus??”his friend Ajay had laughed at him when they were walking back home after school. Nikhil replied “Yes of course.He comes around my house, riding his reindeers every Christmas eve, sneaks into my room and leaves me and my brother Amar, sweet little gifts.”Ajay kept laughing and teased him that he hadnt grown up yet.This set Nikhil thinking:”Who is doing it then?Does that mean that someone knowingly leaves my brother better gifts??”.

On christmas eve, Nikhil went straight to his bed after a sumptous dinner. He did not join his parents and brother for their regular nightwalk. Earlier that evening, he had noticed his dad walking into the house with two large bags. He had also grudingly noticed that one was slightly larger than the other.

Nikhil could not sleep properly. He was constantly thinking about Santa Claus and was praying that he should see Santa that night. Nikhil excitedly thought how his classmates would respond when they learn that he is the only kid to have seen Santa!He wore his watch and set the alarm at 11 45. He woke up even before the alarm rang. He switched off the alarm and sat up. He waited in silence for Santa Claus to come. “Lets see who gets the bigger bounty this time”He told Amar though Amar was sleeping without any sign of anxiety that was writ large on Nikhil’s face.

A few minutes before the clock struck 12 and announced to the all the children in the world that Santa was on his way to their houses, she quietly walked into their room and tiptoed to the table. This time, they had chosen the presents very carefully especially that of Nikhil’s since he had caused a ruckus the previous year. She placed the presents on the table. Nikhil’s heart lept in anxiety as he heard someone’s footsteps. As she turned around, her leg hit the bed. His doubts were confirmed. After all, Santa never wore anklets.

He waited for his mother to get back to her room. Nikhil felt as if his mom and dad had betrayed him. He was very disappointed. He checked whether his brother was asleep or not and then walked quietly towards the table. The only source of light in the room was the moonlight that pierced the curtains. He moved one of the presents near the curtains. It was Amar’s. He placed it back on the table and weighed his present. He wanted to yell out in anger.

“Why do they do this to me?Did they pick me out of some garbage dump?Or did they adopt me?”He was asking himself all these questions as he got back into his bed and tried hard to sleep. He cried. He cried to God and asked them why they were doing this to him. Didnt they love him?He decided to ask them the first thing in the morning.

It was 2 30 when he woke up again. His face was drenched in sweat as he looked around his room. The first thing that stuck him was his present. Next he looked at his brother still fast asleep. He got out of the bed and paced the room. He stopped. He realised that all this was happening because of his brother. He, who had been the darling of his parents, had to suffer because of his brother. His brother’s well being was their sole concern and he had been left out. Nikhil realised that he had to do something to reclaim his position as the prince of the house.

“Enough!!I goto do something….I goto…”he told himself.He searched the room for the bat. The cricket bat was gifted to his brother by Santa the previous year. He was so fond of it that he used to sleep with the bat tightly held in his hand. He found it behind the door. He picked it up and swung it and hit his brother’s head. His brother’s head split open and blood splattered all around the room.”Yes!!!I have done it…I am !!”Nikhil laughed as he watched his brother die. He felt elated. A minute later though, Nikhil felt numb and nauseaous. He looked in horror at his brother’s open skull. He let out a yell and fell on the floor unconscious.

The yell woke up his parents. They came running into their room. She noticed Nikhil lying on the floor with the bat in his hand. She shook him and tried her best to wake him up. Nikhil woke up gradually.”Amar!”He let out a cry. He got up all of a sudden. Amar was still sleeping with his lips curled up in a smile.He ran to him and hugged him. His parents kept asking what happened. Nikhil felt relieved and asked his parents not to talk since Amar was sleeping. They both were dazed and left the room after Nikhil dozed off.
“Wake up, Amar Wake up!!” Nikhil whispered excitedly into Amar’s ears.”Look at what Santa had got you this time..Hes got you two gifts!!!”.Amar shrugged in his sleep and opened his eyes slowly. Nikhil thanked God for the best christmas gift ever.

Love Story

It all started wit an ordinary friend’s request. Nikhil was a newbie to the social networking site called orkut and was searching for some gud friends. Wat impressed him was her profile picture. Generally people had their own picture. But for safety(!) reasons, gals somehow preferred to have cute pictures lyk cats or dogs or flowers. But her picture was different:it was a black and white picture of a withering flower. To others it was just another pic. But to him, it sounded lyk a cry for help. cry for hope. He was intrigued and even doubted his own judgement on the pic. He couldnt contain his anxiety and so he messaged her and asked if his judgement was true.

When she read the message, Lekha was stumped. Two things stumped her. The truth in the question asked and the message itself. For the message contained nothing but the question. It was impersonal and to her, it sounded as if the person was least interested in knowing anything besides the answer. Her immediate thought on reading the message was to ignore it.She did not reply for a couple of days.Then she got another message from him. It read:”Therez nothing to be ashamed of”.She went wild after reading tat message and she was short charged the whole day. The next day she replied:”Yes”.He was glad tat she had replied.He then added her as a friend. She too added him. And the world was never the same for both of them….

Since orkut was a public forum, they shifted to IM(Instant Messengers).When he asked her about the profile picture, she let him have a peek into her troubled personal life. A life filled with deep misery. Till she met him, all her spare time was spent in solitude. She wrote long letters. To that doctor who she wished wouldnt treat her as just another patient. To the teacher whom she hoped would stop taunting her wit her huge eyes. To her father whom she hoped would care more for her. To the guy in the first bench whom she hoped would notice her. To the girl who sat beside her in the class hoping tat she would stop ignoring her. After meeting him, she stopped writing letters. She got no time to write them since she was chatting with him whenever possible. Her 9 to 6 sleep timings went awry and as days passed, she became a nocturnal. As she let him know more abt herself, she realised she was getting the replies for all her letters. One by one.Slowly and steadily.

Nikhil’s life was an open book. His mom and dad were both busy with their own careers and pay cheques. He had never cribbed about the fact that he to spend the hours after school not knowing when his parents would turn up. His grandmom was ther to take care of him but she was treated more like a maid. The computer he had got for his 15th birthday was God sent and within no time, he became a netizen. As he started chatting with Lekha, he realised that she wasnt yet another gal looking to fry some groundnuts. She opened those pages in his life that,till then, he never knew he had existed. Or rather, were so dark tat he was oblivious of it.

Nikhil’s parents then moved to the same city where Lekha was living. First he hesitated but to his surprise, it was she who asked whether if he had a mobile. He sent her his mobile number and he received an sms from her. This meant tat they could contact each other whenever and wherever they want and were able to share their daily ramblings and musings more frequently.After a month or so, Nikhil realised that he had not given his number to anyone but her! and wat was even more surprising was the fact that they hadnt even spoken to each other.He once sent her a message asking whether she wud talk if he called her. The reply was a curt NO. Nikhil wasnt hurt. He realised that their relation was unique because they hadn talked to each other:hadn heard each other’s voice or for tat matter hadnt even seen each other. To him, she was always the withering flower. The flower he wanted to bloom again and jump with joy.He realised he was in love with her.

It was six months since she had replied to his message. She realised how much she had changed since she had met her. The world seemed to be a better place to live and everyday she woke up awaiting his message to kickstart her day.She had stopped writing letters since she saw the doctor,teacher and everyone else in him.She realised that he had become the world for her.She was in love with him.

With every passing day, Nikhil became more and more impatient. He wanted to tell her somehow. He wanted to meet her in person. Kneel in front of her and tell her what she meant to him. One day,he suggested to her tat they should meet. Knowing her very well, he kept dropping hints every now and then. Finally she relented and they agreed to meet on a sunday evening at a cafe.

Nikhil walked in a bunch of flowers. They both agreed to wear yellow. The cafe was empty save for a young gal sitting at a corner table wearing a yellow salwar. He felt silly since he din know how to greet her. He walked towards her. She suddenly turned and found him walking towards her. She smiled. Nikhil gave her the flowers he was holding and said “Hi“. Lekha kept smiling. Nikhil’s mobile rang. He had forgotten to switch it off. He checkd his mob and ter was an sms from Lekha.”Hi….thnx 4 te flowers 🙂“. Nikhil looked up at her. She moved her head as if to suggest tat he should reply. Nikhil replied “Well..2 can play tis game 😉 “. The waiter arrived to take the orders. He knew wat she lyked and ordered the same for both of them. Lekha wasnt a bit surprised. She asked him “So do I look beautiful :D?“. He replied,”Ravishing 🙂“. They kept messaging each other till the waiter arrived with the orders. They ate in complete silence.
After having her favorite ice cream, she looked at him and smiled again. He sent her a message”Now..wont u say thanks??“
She replied”Thnx 🙂“
“Cant u talk to me?“
“No“
The realization hit him…”Oh U neva told me“
“We never talked abt it did we? 😉“
“It never stuck me“
“Does this change things between us?“
“I luv You 🙂“
“Y?“
He stopped messaging. He saw tat she was on the verge of crying. He held her hand and spoke “Look…the fact tat u cannot speak doesnt change anything between us. I have wanted to tell u this long time back…In fact whenever I chatted wit u or messaged u,this was the first thing I wanted to say.“She was about to message him but he din let her hands “Lemme speak…Right from the moment I messaged u first time,u have meant everything to me….may be u wont accept but am sure tat its the same wit u…if u think tat i proposed just out of compassion towards you, then you are mistaken. The only moment when I felt compassionate towards you was when I saw tat picture of yours. The withering flower crying out for help. But if it was help tat u vr seeking then u would have stopped talkin to me when u stopped writing those letters..I luv you and I cannot live without you“She looked at him as if suggesting she felt she was helpless.”Plz don leave me Lekha..“She saw tat he was crying now.She got up and walked away…