LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT!!

LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT!!

It was somewhat around 4:00am, well i'm very much kind off an Insomniac, so me being awake at around 4 in the morning was not a big deal. Yeah , so what i did was i went to this chat site named Frenzo. And was just randomly looking around for someone to talk to and was checking out some photographs people posted to their profiles when i first noticed his picture which almost left me jaw dropped. :P Then I clicked to the link that took me to his profile and I started exploring everything about him moreover the thing that really attracted me towards him were his pictures, so to cut it short i started viewing his pictures and his pictures made me giddy! Damn! he was  boyishly handsome with chiseled features and beautiful green eyes! And without any further delay i sent him a friend request (hoping he would accept it very soon)! after a gap of ten minutes I noticed a notification flashing in the top right corner (Kabeer Khan accepted your friend request!) "Kabeer" that was his name. A "hi" from his side and for me it was that million dollar moment! Man you're a challenge lets explore your talent!, well this was going inside me, but it didn't came out like that. It was just a casual hi from my side as well.... Kept on thinking on what would he ask me next and the same question that every guy is fond off "what are your hobbies??" and I said movies,music etc etc(to be true i don't remember much of that)... Damn I just couldn't believe to what I said. Trust me I never found this question appealing enough, infact the hobby part gave me a whiplash everytime I heard of it. Don't know why I used to hate it that much? maybe i was just sick of mentioning it in every conversation with a new guy. It just screwed me up.... But then it was him, an exceptional case! and every nerve ending of mine was jumping with electricity, like my electrons are determined to communicate with his :D:D.... We talked for an hour or so asking each other certain things when suddenly he asked me for my number, Damn! i was running outta will power, and in swervy seconds i gave him my number. He called me up we exchanged hi's. Our conversation began formally but, in no time, it became quite relaxed and quite informal when we found out some amusing things about each other. That was my first ever candid talk with a guy I hadn't seen yet. On that call we touched base on various things:the latest movies that we had seen, our best friends,his family,my family,our school days, music and other areas of interest. We nearly talked for an hour or so and I could feel my cell phone burning my ear. As we both were about to crash in a few minutes, so we exchanged good bye's and hung up. Somewhere his intelligence and humor left a mark on my mind, I was impressed!! ..... That night, lying on my bed, I went over the conversation again and again wondering if this interaction was good enough? Or was the call just perfect? And was he thinking about the conversation too, at that very moment sitting somewhere in his room. 

I don't know why but that night I felt like calling him again and it was hard to curb the urge. But I had to as I didn't want to mess things up. So I jumped into my bed and slept just so that the night would pass and a new day would come when i could hear his voice again. <3 <3

REMINISCENCE....!!!!

I was a bad girl !!!...  from the time I was zero minutes old I was wide-eyed, wide-awake, crying and cranky.. ;) I come from an over-average Middle class family, with upto average Modern values! Blessed with loving and caring parents :D A lovely mother who's so very possessive about me, trying to protect me from every Disaster that i obviously used to end up with. My Dad who is the only reason why I am a spoiled brat; as much as I can recollect, he used to fulfill all my wishes good or bad, well he had to,he had no other option i was a crybaby and as everyone knows they're mad, they're sad, they're so.... darn cute!! i was a complete package of all from precious pouts to terrible tantrums. A  younger Brother, earlier an enemy later transformed to a very good friend. When we were young we used to walk hand in hand. We can see many of the kids doing so. There’s something beautiful about watching kids holding hands as they cross the street. As you grow up with your siblings you see the change, you get  seeing someone small grow into someone tall. His hands were the bridge from the stroller to the future. From beginning to end, through curves and bends, I remember holding his hand on early walks to school and inside the scary movies. To cut it short, I love my brother very much!  who doesn't??  <3 

Hey guys!! This Blog is all about me :D i'm Glad to say that the story that will be published on this Blog is all me.... :)) Hope you find it interesting enough to continue reading it further... Certain characters in the story are fictitious, any resemblance to living or dead is purely coincidental...!!