It isn't logic, it is love. - 3

To

My love

I never thought that we would be meeting today. The situation was not suitable, still all of us tried to act normal.  Did you feel bad when you saw me with him? Of course, you did. You were upset. It was visible. Why were you upset? Are you in love with me? Say yes,please.  I am dying in your love, I want someone  to inform you this. You don't even know letters are written for you, it's not even your fault. The way you were ignoring, the way I was trying to cheer you up was so cute. Will we behave in the same manner after marriage? Oh, sorry. I forgot that you don't love me. We are not going to marry each other. But how can I lose hope? How can I stop breathing? I pleaded for a hug. After resisting a lot, you finally agreed for one. I just lost myself in your arms. Why didn't hug me as tightly as you hugged me for the first time? Why didn't you intermingle your finger in mine? Has the special bonding evaporated? Why did you behave in an awkward manner when I said that I am in love with you?Come to me, don't torture me like this. I know you have every right to break my heart still please don't break it. After finding you, I felt like I have found my destination. Why do I have to live under the constant fear of losing you? Why do I feel that you will disappear in a fleeting moment? I know this feeling will be my living nightmare. I know you will leave me, still why do I want to hold you forever? Why do I want to say in front of everyone that I am yours and you are mine? Why am I writing you these letters even when I know you are not reading them? Why? And yeah, thanks for coming.  There is no logic behind whatever I have penned down because it's love. A silly, stupid love!

From

Your lover

It Is So Easy To Lose A Friend And A Lover.

After the tense situation, she switched off the light. She rested on the bed thinking about whatever happened. Cold air made its way to her room through the opened window. The curtains were flying. She was staring out of the window. Even the fluttering of the leaves seemed interesting to her.

Her phone vibrated. Her best friend was calling her. She picked it up.

"Hello." She said in a low voice.

"You have to make choice." He said.

"What kind of choice" she asked.

"I can't always remain like an option. Either choose me or him." He said

"I can't leave him." She said.

"You have made your choice. We will never cross each other's path again." He said.

"But you are also equally impor........."

The call was disconnected. A small drop of tear flowed down.

Her phone vibrated again. She thought that her best friend must have called again. She smiled. She looked on the screen. The call was of her love.

"Hello." She said.

"Hello. Either choose me or your best friend." He said

"You know that he is my best friend. I just can't leave him like this." She said.

"Fine, then go and save your friendship. You have lost me." He said and disconnected the call.

She called them again and again. But none of them picked up the call. She was left alone. All the soothing words, happy promises, happy moments were forgotten. She sat on the floor and kept crying. Neither her friend nor her love was there to wipe those tears.

It isn't logic, it is love. - 2

To

My love

                    

I don't even know whether my letters are able to find you a lot. My letter writing is becoming like diary writing. Perhaps, it will sound creepy, but I am missing you a lot. The last conversation that we had felt so good. I never wanted the call to end. The way you were explaining everything, the way you were smiling, the way you asked if we can meet, pushed me in the well of love again. Whenever, I decide to ignore you to maintain my so called self-respect, you call me. You behave as if nothing had happened. You act as if everything is perfectly normal. Perhaps, it is perfectly normal for you. But turmoil occurs in my heart. A huge amount of feeling overwhelm me. It's a strange feeling. I want to cry but I am unable to cry. I want to cry when I think of our future. I smile when I recall the happy moments of the past. The feelings get mixed up and I end up looking like a fool. I want to run and hug you tight, but you are nowhere around me. I want to run my fingers through your hair, but you are nowhere around me. I want to look at you when you are sleeping after a tiresome day, but you are nowhere around me. I want to intertwine our fingers, but you are nowhere around me. This misery drains my happiness; still I am willing to accept it. Want to remind you again; don't search for any logic, because it's love. A stupid, silly love!

From

Your lover

                        

An Interview With Sabi Shaikh

"In all seriousness, Goverdhan Sharma,59, says no interaction should be allowed between Hindu girls and Muslim boys. Sharma speaks softly and slowly about 'Love Jihad', a term coined by right wing groups to denote marriage between Hindu girls and Muslim boys and alleged subsequent conversion of the girl."

- Hindustan Times

Goverdhan Sharma is a BJP candidate.

In such an atmosphere where terms like Love Jihad and honour killings are used, the market is flooding with a book named "Via Delhi- a twisted tale of love", a story about a Muslim guy who is deeply in love with a Hindu girl.

It's a story about a Muslim guy who can bow his head in front of Lord Krishna, simply because he is the favourite god of the Hindu girl.

It's a story where the sister of the Hindu girl talks about honour killing.

It's a story where the family of the Hindu girl pressurizes her to marry and become a housewife but the Muslim guy comes to her rescue.

It's a story where the mother of the Hindu girl addresses the Muslim boy as son.

Sounds extraordinary, right?

Believe me, the story really has an extraordinary plot!

 I am very lucky to be interviewing such a daring author Sabi Shaikh.

                                                              

He goes to a gym named Muscle Line Gym. :p Extra information for the people who want a body like him. (*_*)

Q- Do you enjoy giving interviews?

A- Yes

(An honest reply!)

Q- Why do you write?

A- To pour my pain in paper.

Q- Where do your ideas come from?

A- From the heart.

(A true writer!)

Q- What is the hardest thing about writing?

A- Finding a silent atmosphere.

(I knew that Mars is a better planet!)

Q- How much research do you do for your novel?

A- For writing a love genre no research is required. For the other you need to do your homework.

Q- While writing do you take drugs or drink alcohol to lift up your imagination? :P

A- No

(A serious no! Lol....)

Q- Which writers inspire you?

A- I am not much of a reader but yes Chetan Sir did inspire me a lot.

Q- What is your favourite quote?

A- Impossible is just a word. Means nothing by Sabi Shaikh.

(Words of wisdom)

Q- What is the most demeaning thing said about you as a writer?

A- People just call me crazy coz I quit my job for writing. They still do.

(Stupid people and their stupid views!)

Q- What do you consider as your biggest failure?

A- Every failure is big in its own way. I have tasted more failures when compared to success. I failed class ninth. I had to repeat it. Lost a year. It acted like a reality check and life change for the good.

(Life really changed for the good!)

Q- What were you like at the school?

A- A very weak guy who was often bullied. I was bad at studies also.

(That explains the biceps and triceps in his body!)

Q- What's the most blatant lie you have ever told?

A- That I am a very good guitar player.

Girls, please note that he is bluffing. Read the answer of the last question. 

    Note- The sentences inside the brackets are the views of the interviewer.

It isn't logic, it is love. - 1

To

My love

It was never my intention to fall in love with you. I have always dream about a guy who loved me. With love comes care, concern, understanding and respect. Like everyone else, I have expected these basic stuffs. After all, I am also a normal girl, right? The irony is that you have said it clearly that you will never fulfill any expectations of mine but still I am in love with you. Because, when the matter is about you, I can change everything. I expect nothing but the worst from you. I try to push myself beyond my limit, to impress you. I try to behave like a perfect girl because I think you deserve nothing but the best. My well-wishers say that you don't care about me.  They say that you don't love me. Little do they know that I don't need your care, just a smile is enough for me. I do need your love but if you can't provide, it's totally fine. I understand.  The fact is I am deeply and madly in love with you.  I start getting ready for you a day before our meeting and still I think that I look ugly. I want to improve myself a lot for you. Once, you said that I need to fall and feel the pain for the knowledge to seep in my brain. I guess, I am waiting for that fall to move away from you. Because one-sided love is painful. I can criticize you for hours but just a small interaction with you turns the table upside down.  There is no logic behind whatever I have penned down because it's love. A silly, stupid love!

From

Your lover