The Stranger Who Changed My Life

My first meeting with my stranger....

The meaning of love can’t really be explained, it has to be experienced....
Love… I wonder what it really means
Is it the feeling that makes me want to jump out with joy?
I wonder if it is love when I feel happy to see his face,
I don’t know if I’m in love, I ask myself all the time if I’m in love.
He is the stranger who changed my life....
4 years ago wen i saw him... he was the most amazing guy ive ever dreamed about.... i saw him for the first time... he was standing holding his bike... i wud love to say he was holding his bullet.. because its my favorite bike...
He was wearing whitish grey full sleeves tshirt with muscle cuts on his hands... perfect body dat ever a boy would dream to have... his chest was perfect tshirt fitting was too awsome.. with blue jeans... black colour hairs with unique hair cut, a narrow oblong face somewhat oval with an pointed chin....
He have dark choclate brown eyes... as if they were window of his soul.... with medium lashes his dark eyes were small n spaced evenly apart sitting below his trimmed eyebrows that seemed to be curved as a natural extension of his broad n rounded nose... his lips were perfectly shaped n placed on each other... he had pierced his ears wearing a stud in his left ear.... medium lenght neck... n perfectly featured body.... he was most handsome guy ive ever seen, as if god had planned each and everything about him.... any girl would have fallen for him...
I saw him n just kept starring at him.... He noticed me too.... dat ws the perfect day of my life... he was awsome... i wanted to know him... i wanted his name... i was blank how would i contact him... it ws our first meeting as unknown person... i knew the shop i knew his mother.... they owned a icecream parlour n hotel... later i revealed his nane on facebook... i sent him request i was willing to know more about him... n he accepted my request... it was 2014 ..... i was afraid of texting him... n i didnt messaged him n neither did he do... i was waiting for his txt... after waiting so long i gather all of my courage n i texted him on fb on 2015....
Its quite funny dat i was waiting for his text for an year... n in dat whole year i had no courage to text him or either just say hi....
I sent him hi... n der was his reply "hey" n actually i was dancing by seeing his reply... i was dancing like an crack pot... i jumped on my friends bed woke her up n pulled her to dance with me... he messaged me yyyyeeeeeeyyyyy he messaged me.... i ws just enjoying dat moment but i forgot dat ill hv to reply for his hey... my friend slapped me n told to come down.... den i was blushing whole of dat time... i remebered his face n his eyes... which had made me to fall for him.... oohhh god it ws d most awsomest feeling of my life.... then we started chatting
He was in china completing his internship... he had studied hotel management... we used to chat whole day... one day he asked me for my number... n i gaved my numbr...We were friends... we talk as friends... i had mentioned once dat i like him... but his reply was "cool...." he thought i like him as friend... how would i tell him dat ive already fallen for you... it kept my mouth shut....... n i guess it was pretty obivious if any else would have noticed he would know dat i love him... but this dumbo dont know anything... it was like... i would update my status considering him and here was this idiot who had no udea for whom they were.... i wish he would b able to read my mind.... he would have seen how much i like him... i really like him...
But he was younger then me by one year... and our birth date number was same "26" just months n year were different.... we disscused many things on chat... he had many plans for his future... he belonged to an rich family... n here was i who belonged to an middle class family our match was the most impossible thing on dis plannet... but i loved him unconditionally... i wushed he loved me too... i would think why would he choose me... there would b many girls hitting on him every second... den who m i... just a simple girl with simple looks... he said once dat he likes me... but i guess he likes me just as a friend...
I failed to mention... but after our first meeting as an stranger... i used to go in their icecream parlour n have icecream pestry.... n it was fix icecream pestry his mother know me... because my mom was her friend... n i would increase my rounds towards his shop just to say hi toTo his mom... wenever i used to climb stairs of his parlour... his mother would remove the pestry and held it in hand... she knew i would just have dat pestry... she is so sweet... once dreamed of being her daughter... but no... they might choose an angel for his son... m a simple girl.....
If i had chance to spend my last day on earth with someone i loved it would be DK... i just wanted to meet him once... even i mentioned it many times in chat dat i want to meet him n know him better... but he was in china... so i had to wait for six months him to return in our home town...

As our chats increased i ws gettin g more involved in him... n my exams were coming close so... i would chat rarely with him... n day by day... i got busy in my exams n he ws busy to with his work....
I dreamed of meeting him... i dreamed of catching his hand n lying on his shoulder... i wanted to spend some eternal time with him... he was "The boy of my Dreams...!!!" Please god feel some feelings of me in his heart please....

Author's Note

There are some grammatical mistakes

Reviews

[M P Ramesh]

Bhagya sri,

REALTY IS STRANGER AND more wonderful and ofcourse too astonishing than dreams sometimes. The writer under the clutches of ORACLE , by means of a channel only, could recreate it for the submission before the world. The reader has many choices , but writer has no such advantages. It is really painful to pen it down as each and every moment of such creation , the realty only known to the writer haunts him/her mercilessly. The pang it is called is secret affair of his/her as above.

excellent attempt indeed........


carry on....

mp ramesh