Next morning to fill some space on this mistake , I proposed her to marry me . She plainly said no to me ,due to the disease she was suffering from. But I insisted her to get married to me.
The valentine day had arrived. For a change. I had expected something for myself. Nothing materialistic, I just wanted something that was meant only for me. We met in the evening.
One fine weekend, we planned and met at a restaurant for lunch. As always Thilo looked very elegant, in a cotton sari, smiling and attentive.
This love story is about a lover who lost his best half never to return but stands in the same place every year with the same love.
All memories from previous day flashed before our eyes as some movie of our own. We saw ourselves laughing and crying, making love and expressing love.
He had proposed Anamika! He wrote that letter for himself, not for me. That’s why I felt why he had put in quite a lot of hard work in penning down the love letter. Rohan, the back stabber.
This Hindi poem highlights the feelings of a mature lady when a young lad tried to convince her to express her Love towards him and lastly she did the same and took it as a unique feeling.
This is the story of my college life and my wife. We never thought of getting married but it all happened and that also in a swift way.
Was he still in love with her? With her nervous laughter, her awkward manners and her almost painfully shy nature? He searched his heart again
From the day Disha met Andy, it was as if something inexplicable had happened in her life. It was as if she had met life itself for the first time.