Syed Arshad

If life is a movie, most of us are watching the boring and talked over!Well, it's still not too late; drop it.. and start afresh with a new and exciting one.Remember, there's only one climax waiting to be experienced !

Fiction is but truth.. tweaked or disguised.

People who think love can happen twice, actually never fell in it the first time.

If hunger could please God, millions hadn't starved to death.

A book is not just a collection of words, it is a perception portrayed on blank sheets. You know, getting you the feelings of blowing winds and rains and sun and flowers around, the smiles, the tears, the notional links with the characters and make them all alive, while you read. And that's sure as hell a gruelling task !

Was there a person in your life, who touched your heart, like nobody else, ever did, whose letters or gifts are still safe in your secret closet, whose memories still bring the deepest of smiles and whose name still leaves your lips trembling and heart racing? At some point in time you might have thought, __t__ not love_, and you let go , but a part of you keeps telling , __ou shouldn__ have_, because deep down your heart, you feel the indelible presence of the one you still miss so badly. Well; what is it then_ __f it__ not love!!

My heart always knew, you're the dew, my dry soul would never adieu.. but I still don't know why I let you go and waited all my life just for you.

I must go now_, she said slowly and slipped her hand from his. Aarav looked at her face.. the water droplets pretended to be some shining gems embedded on a fine piece of white marble and a few strands of wet hair across, like some graceful ancient art on it. It took him a while to understand what she said. She just smiled softly with a hint of shyness. He kept looking at her.. the strands still intact, bothering him for some unknown reason. He raised his hand slowly towards her face.. her smile ceased with the movement. His dark brown eyes laid firm on her black ones, hearts pounding like door knocks.. he touched her face with his finger.. she half closed her eyes.

It's not love that you hate, it's the loved one who betrayed.