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You Have My words, 💑 My Unspoken Love Story From My Dairy

Winters night has  covered the  earth with his darken  chest. Fog and soil touching each other now. Its the only time for them to fall in endless love. Suddenly my winter sleep broke without any  notice. Now its one am. I picked up my phone  and started looking at image gallery. Those photos reminds me about my one and only love, Isha; my life.
I don’t know how long i was lost  in looking at her. Suddenly tears started falling down along my chickes.

I was lost in many thoughts, Why we are away from each other ? Why   im failing everytime  to hold Isha though the world is against me. Why  we quarrel holding nothing but air inside us  ?
I know the reason ,  our intense love.  I know we are love birds. We can’t imagine  to spend a day without thinking about us. I know Isha also missing me a lot. Maybe she is also awake now like me.

At one side our intense love and at other side  responsibility .  In between this two things my condition is like  “two legs on different boats”.  Sometime i tried to get  lost in the hips  of  responsibilities  and sometime i surrendered  myself to Isha. But i failed in both. Sometime my heart was  revolting for  my decision and sometime world pinning me down.
I get so  worried   whenever i think about loosing Isha. I love Isha so much, more than my life.  But  many time, i hurted her… When she suffers in pain those  chains of responsibilities holdes me away from her. My heart also cries with her ,silently.  I can feel her pain. But what can i do to solve our problem? So i cry silently , men can’t cry  what society told me when i was young.

Maybe no one counts my tears  but my pillow absorbs every single drop of it. Whole days painfull jurney  every night gets deposited on my pillow. 

Everything can be fake! But the tears of my eyes and my conversations with my pillow is not fake!

Isha is everything of my life, its the only world where i want to breath.

Sometime  i think  , how can a  person becomes so important in your life? But i know its the reality its the life. 

Sometime i also think ,why i dedicated the  major portion of my life for her? 

The answer amazed me everytime. Only to get some love.

Hmm.Maybe she is the reason of my living. I only know ,i love Isha and i will do rest of my life. I cant imagine a world without her. How can i forget those evenings with her. How can i control myself to not look at her big eyes. How can i spend a day without holding her hand .

I only know she is everything. And i don’t want to loose her. Maybe i will loose the remained parts of me  if i loose her permanently.
A untold love story from my dairy…. To be continued…

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