It isn't logical, it is love - 4

Dear Lover.

You have been sending love letters to someone you liked. That is very sweet. You become upset when he doesn’t reply to your letters. Well he is busy it seems or may even be a fool to not reply a girl like you. To begin with, I love reading your letters although they are not subjected to me. I find you to be a true romantic. A train journey is not enough to know someone truly but those 5 hours train delay was one of the most exciting times spent ever by me. I hope we bump each other more often and go on a similar journey. By the way I don’t know to read a palm that was just an excuse. . .

PS  - My Bluetooth name is a bit lame, can you suggest me a good name?

Yours lovingly

The Train Guy

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

An Interview With Subhasis Das

"The desire to write more increases with writing."

I think illuminating the journey of authors can help to show a path to success that you can emulate and follow. Today, our interview is with the author Subhasis Das.

Q- Do you enjoy giving interviews?

A-  Ofcourse... I love them... who doesn't until you're being interviewed by Arnab Goswami.

Q- Why do you write?

A- Well... I write because I am an engineer... these days all engineers do.

Q- Where do your ideas come from?

A- I guess my brain.. until I am copying someone.

Q- What is the hardest thing about writing?

A- Well... I am home even in weekends working on my stories.

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

A-  I have taken almost 2 years to complete my each book. So, you have your answer there.

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

A- I stay with my parents... so that's kinda impossible. By the way, I don't know any author these days who does drugs or alcohol for writing... to imagine something you need to be in your senses..

Q- Which writers inspire you?

A-  CHETAN BHAGAT

Q- What is your favourite quote?

A- You need courage and not wings to be SUPERMAN. That's my lines.

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

A-  I was once asked by a publisher to add few intimate scenes and also kill the girl at last in one of the stories.

Q- What do you consider as your biggest failure?

A- I am still single.

Q- What were you like at the school?

A- In school everyone thought I would be a scientist.

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

A-  I love being an IT engineer.

Below are the books written by Subhasis Das.

Is It Okay To Park On The Road?

Every morning, I have to cross a number of uneven pavements and zigzag paths on the street.

Why?

To reach my college.

There are no proper pavements beside the road plus half of the road is used as a parking lot. Students have to walk in a zig zag manner in between the cars to reach the college. The pavement beside the college have open manholes. Sometimes the cars and the bikes are parked on the pavements. The security guards don't do anything about it. No one complains about it, no one pays attention.  No one can be blamed if an accident happens. The pedestrian don't have a pavement and the drivers don't have a proper road.

A parking lot should be made in a separate area for the cars. Pavements on the side of the road is a basic necessity.  I know this is a stupidity. Like a stupid person I am complaining about the conditions of the road near my college in a blog.  I actually don't know whom should I approach to complain. :/ 

She was very dirty.

She didn't belong to her parents.

She didn't have a friend.

Her love didn't love her,

Still down her cheek, never fell a tear.

Perhaps, she was tired of crying.

Perhaps, she was tired of living.

Perhaps, she was pleading for her death.

Perhaps, God was not ready to accept her.

For sure, she was very dirty.

For sure, she was a burden for the Earth.

For sure, she was a burden for the heaven above.

For sure, she was a burden for the hell below.

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.

Let Me Get The Freedom.

I want to be a free bird,

To roam everywhere.

I want to be a free flower,

To sing merrily.

I want to live above the heaven and below the hell,

Where no one can find me.

I don't want to live here,

Where I can find no peace, no happiness,

Nothing except hatred!

Let me go away.

Let me get the freedom!