I love the way I can talk to you...


I love the way I can talk to you, And say what's on my mind
I never have to look away Or keep a thing inside

Tears fill my eyes when you're not around Or when you just don't care
But I know in my heart you will do what's right
For me, you will always dare

As long as I have you, You make every day that passes
So much easier to get through

My worries disappear when you're around

I don't care what others are talking about
All I care for is you

I love you for everything that you are, Not what you promise to be
I know you can't see why or how
You're the most important thing to me!!!!!!

Cheers :),
-K Himaanshu Meehirs' Shukla...


"Oh my God! This is really stupid. I’m so gonna regret for agreeing to do this!" I thought to myself as we sneakily got ourselves crammed into one of the narrow trail room.

Kavya had come to India during her semester break to be with her family. A dating site initiated our friendship. We exchanged numbers and from then on we didn’t forget to call each other every night. A week went by and both of us felt it was finally time to have the rendezvous. The next evening, we met - a meeting that was casual, just like two old pals.

We sipped, ate, schmoozed (not smooched! :P) And then that night over phone, she asked me whether I felt anything special for her. I said, "Naah, but it felt good to finally meet you." I knew what her type was and clearly I was not one. And more importantly, why should I be allowing myself to feel anything "special" for a gal who's gonna be back to a foreign country in about three or four weeks? She too had similar reasons, but I guess she surprised herself when she defied all that. The first time she called me 'sweetheart', I remember it felt really weird and I couldn't stop laughing. But she made sure that I get used to hearing it and it reached to that point where I would crave to get that word out of her mouth whenever we were having talks. It was kinda getting addictive and yes, I was falling for her.

Another thing that was becoming an addiction (for both of us) was the need to see each other every single day. The evening traffic or the monsoon downpours didn't weaken our spirits; we made sure we had that one chance to be together even if it was for a short time. I used to anxiously wait for the evening to come, so that I can rush from my office to meet her. It was during one of these meets at a mall when she told me that she wanted to kiss me so badly and talked me in to getting inside the changing room. There are only a few ppls inside the mall may be because it was Tuesday. We opened the door of one of the trail got inside and shut it quickly before someone could walk in and see the sight of two of us getting in at the same time.

So there we stood face to face, both of us feeling really nervous and starting to sense that this was indeed a bad idea. We leaned forward for the kiss. But the helmet in her hand began to hit the wall during the attempt, making knocking sounds which made both of us even more uneasy, for they could make the people outside curious. As obvious, the kiss didn't happen and we both now felt like escaping from the self-imposed trap. But how do we come out? We didn't want the situation to get any more embarrassing than what already was. Kavya suggested that since it could be risky if we both got out together, she would go out first and I wait for some time. So she opened the door when we felt the place was absolutely silent. After she left, I locked the door and I waited for like about 10 minutes before I finally had the courage to poke my head out. In the meantime, Kavya was waiting outside wondering why I was taking this long to show up. Anyway, we both decided that we would never try to even think of doing such absurdities.

However absurdities happened even after that. On some other night, we tried to make out on an open field near a highway. That time we felt some one was watching and coming towards us and we had to run. But later one night, the kiss did finally happen.. right on the street where I live!!! Even though we had to break the kiss every time a vehicle passed by and had to pretend as if nothing was going on, as soon as it was out of site, we would soon be plunged into that passionate lip lock again. The kiss was so wild and powerful that the high lasted for hours and I truly discovered what it meant to feel happy from inside.

But that kiss also warned us of how far we had crossed the line. What that was going on between us wasn't supposed to turn into anything serious, but it was beginning to. And before we both reach a stage where it becomes excruciating to deal with the separation that was bound to happen, we agreed that it was better to cut the whole thing off. And thus we took different roads. Then a year later, we met one more time when she came for her semester vacation.

Now whenever I pass by all those places where we had our "attempts", those images flash in my mind and I smile to myself. I guess she gave me one of my firsts; she made me feel how it is like to fall in love. And it is an adventure nevertheless – magical, enlivening, exciting - making ordinary people do the craziest of things!!!!...


Cheers :),
-K Himaanshu Meehirs' Shukla

NOTE: All the mentioned incidents and places  above are ficticious nothing to do with reality.

Teenagers love and itching on the tree trunks

Spoiling monuments with love messages is a bad habit but wherever you go in India, you will find such scribblings on the walls of ancient structures.

It's a sort of habit for many. Some write their name just for fun. Others do it to see if the name survives for long even if the next visit is several years later. Others do it out of an itch to scribble.

In most parks, you will see names of couples written on the trunks of trees. Ravi-Deepika, written in circle or Pankaj-Priya in the midst of a heart made out of a tree branch or any other pointed metal object.

I have seen couples writing their names. Teenagers avoiding the gaze of the guards to etch their names. Youth often write the name of their beloved along with their name even if there is no hope of union.

Perhaps they get satisfaction with such a declaration at a public place. Telling the nature and the world. There is probably a feeling that the lovers may not get united in real life but at least, on the tree trunk or the monument the names will remain together for long and for others to see.

Unrequited/ unanswered/ unreturned love is a unique thing in Indian sub-continent. Either it is the concept of a youth wasting his life just for the sake of a girl though he may never have even proposed to her. Or those who manage to get promises of marriage but the girl later goes by her parents' wishes and when she comes back with her husband and kids, she introduces the heart-broken guy to her children saying, mama ji se Namaste karo'. And the mamu remains a joke for the locality forever.

With changing times and the advent of cell phone, this form of love is also changing. Earlier, whenever I went to the parks I could see freshly written names. Lately I have noticed that the trunks of Bargad, Deodar and Asoka trees no longer had any fresh etchings.

The old names were fading away and there was no fresh attempt to write the names. Last week I decided to go to a couple of parks(like Borivali National Park and garden near Bandra Bandstand) where I used to spent time with one of my friend, when I was unemployed and she was struggling model than a two years back.

There were all sorts of couples in the park. But not a single tree had a freshly written name. No recent scratch. In a way it is good to see that the trees are no longer assaulted. In went to the other park and noticed the same thing. In a park in Mumbai early this year, I had noticed it.

It's not that easy to write names though. It takes an effort and time to write the name apart from the fact that one has to be watchful of the security guys. Though the dirty scribblings in the train toilets and similar other graffiti haven't disappeared, but it seems the trees are no longer the targets of lovelorn.

Is it that the present generation has no interest in immortalizing their love or that they feel it's a waste. After all, why affix your name to someone or devote yourself to a single person's love? In the times of electronic mails, SMS and cell phones, it's easy to leave one and latch on to the next, rather that remaining lost in romance for your entire life.

Cheers :),
-K Himaanshu Meehirs' Shukla

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