Best Friends?

I stood in front of my mirror, dressing up my hair which was not combed from almost three days. As I did so, I heard my cell phone beep. I stood for a while thinking if I should check my cell or tie my hair first. I started admiring my hair and thought of keeping it open. I moved to my bed, checking my cell phone, which said "siya". There is no person except this who calls me by a different name instead of mine. And obviously how could he use another word when I myself always rhymed "cya" to "siya". I replied back.
Me: Han ji...
Tanay: Ride? At noon?
Me: Hooo date?
I felt no shyness whenever I talked something, which I shouldn't, because he was the person who didn't care.
Tanay: Just a ride...
I didn't want to make it a long conversation, which only needed a yes or no. After thinking for a while, I accepted it, as he was my best friend.
Later that afternoon, after I had my lunch, I got dressed up with my usual jeans and a full-sleeved tee accompanied with a leather jacket. I went downstairs and waited for about 10 minutes for the busiest person in the whole world. He then arrived in a luxurious car, making me drop my jaw. I didn't want him to come out and open the door for me. Thinking it will waste time, I asked him to push the door from inside and I got in.
Me: Kiski car rent par laye ho?
Tanay: Dost ki padi hui ti garage me, socha accha impression padega to le aya.
Me: Me petrol nai dalne wali.
Tanay: It's okay, meri cousin ka petrol pump hai.
I burst out at once since I couldn't control my laugh anymore. This is what best friends do, I guess, rant each other. I looked at him, while he kept his eyes restricted to the road.
Tanay: Aise na dekh, pyaar ho jayega tujhe mujhse.
This was his everyday flirtatious dialogue, which made me laugh every single time. He drove to places in the city; some, familiar ones and some, I had never been to, even though I stayed in the same city.
Tanay: Shall we go on a date?
Me: Don’t over use your crooked mind and drive me back to my home now.
Tanay: You girls are so doubtful.
Me: Girls? Hmmm
Tanay: le, start ho gaye doubt inke.
I looked at him with anger; maybe I was just pretending to be angry.
Tanay: Aise na dekh, pyaar ho jayega tujhe mujhse.
I smiled again.
Me: Kyu? Tujhe hua kya?
He just smiled and for a moment he was quite. I felt something unusual about that expression of his, so I sat straight, facing him.
Me: Bolna
Tanay: Shayad.
Me: Kya shayad? Han ya na me bol.
He paused again for a moment, as I kept my eyes on him with my heart dropping each pulse slowly.
Tanay: Han.
Me: Jhut.
Tanay: Yaar tujhe nahi hua to me kya karu?
I was stressed, nervous and whenever I feel this kind, I just laugh off, no matter what the other person feels. I couldn’t control that condition. I started singing in order to wave off the weird situation.
Me: Dost dost na raha...
Tanay: Kuch bhi haan. Haha.
We then got down near a dhaba.
Tanay: Gol gappe khayegi?
Me: Anushka sharma nai hu me.
Tanay: O hi tho.
Me: Kya mathlab?
Tanay: Usne shayad race me, 10 gol gappe khaye ho, tu to 20 khane wali hai, moti…
Me: Aur tu konsa 6 pack ya 8 pack wala Shah Rukh Khan hai? Mr. Family pack.
I remembered him keeping his old display pictures, when he had all the biceps and triceps and packs; which lasted no more than weeks because the gym needed lot of sweat to dry off.

As it happened in that movie, we too had a challenge. I couldn't eat more than 15 as my mouth started to shrink and burn. In a way, I wanted him to win. But before I could say "I give up" he said those words. Though I didn’t want that, I still stood on the table cherishing my victory. He took me to the beach later. The coolest of the air blew, making the weather more beautiful. I saw him as he walked away to buy some juice. I made up my mind to ask him a question whose answer had become very important to me. A while later when he returned I calmed myself down and faced him.
Me: Tanay.
Tanay: Yeah.
Me: Mera friend rahega na tu?
Tanay: Zindagi bhar, uski tension na le.
My heart melted as he said those words. I didn't want to lose him as he was the only one with whom I could talk whatever I wanted to. It was late in the evening. He dropped me near my home and when I looked at him as he moved away…
Tanay: Aise na dekh, pyaar ho jayega tujhe mujhse...
I smiled as I saw him.
Me: Hogaya tho?
Tanay: Shadi kar Lunga.
I laughed, he laughed. In my room as I lay on my bed staring at his picture, a messaged beeped which said "siya"
Me: Han ji...
Tanay: Aise na dekh, pyaar ho jayega tujhe mujhse...
Me: Tanaaayyyyyyy
Tanay: Haha chal cya...
Me: Siya...
I texted him as my best friend, but he texted thinking of me of something more than just that. My concept of a boy and a girl can be friends went wrong. As in the end, one will definitely fall for the other. Some people say, but some, wait for the other to realize it.

-me$hal-

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Last Fall

Standing near my study table I looked at my diary, wondering if I wanted to write anything?... ‘Why not about marriage?’ I thought, ‘Should I?’ I questioned myself, ‘Let’s write’ I thought pulling out the chair of my study table...

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Everyone were admiring me for the way I looked and hence took me to the mirror so that I can see myself...Dressed in a heavy skirt with a red veil on my head and maroon bangles in my hands, I smiled for everyone to believe that I too admired my look...My cousins wanted to apply some cosmetics on my face to which I refused telling that I am not used to it and that might make me uncomfortable...

Telling me to sit calmly, everyone went down to arrange things to welcome the groom...Having nothing to do, thinking nothing I took out my cell phone which was kept in the wardrobe and as a routine I went through it...Cell rang showing only a number, I saw some similar digits and picked up while my heart started to beat fast...I did not save his number because I didn't want to get caught...

Me: Hi...
He: Don’t do this meshal, I cannot live without you, you know I love you right?...
Me: I love you too...

Forgetting that it was my marriage I said it, do I regret it? No, I don’t, it was something I wanted to say him...May be even those words were also less to define my love for him... 

He: Then don’t do right...
Me: I am sorry...
He: Baby...Babyyyy I love you...
Me: I love you too...
He: Don’t marry please, I will die, you know how much I love you right?...
Me: Hmm... 

He was crying, I could hear him sobbing and when he cries I just want to hug him tight and wipe his tears...

He: You won’t marry right? Give me a promise...
Me: I am sorry, I can’t... 

And he went on saying the same thing, I kept quiet to listen his voice closing my eyes, trying to feel him around me...We both were broken, I blamed myself for everything, my apologies were rejected, and why will it be accepted? When I ruined him by entering his life...

He: You won’t break your marriage right?...
Me: I am sorry, I can’t...
He: Yeah right, you girls are same, you girls can only break hearts...You girls use our hearts and throw it...
Me: No no it’s nothing like that, I really love you...
He: Stop lying...What you think? I don’t know you? You are such a fake person but what did I do to you to hurt me so much? I loved you from the core of my heart and you played with it?...
Me: No please... 

He went on throwing his anger, insulting me and calling my feelings as fake...But as I knew that one has to die for the other to live, I quietly listened and accepted his each word so that he could live...

He: You are that one person I hate the most and will keep on hating for my rest of my life... 

The call ended with these as his last words...

My heart was breaking and tears were falling non-stop, I locked the door so that nobody enters and see me in this condition...’I love you and I do’ I said sitting on the floor and biting the edge of the bed as to control my sobbing voice...’I love you stupid’ I said again with a whispering voice and closed my mouth with both the hands...’Why did you receive the call? Meshal?’ my inner me questioned, ‘Why wouldn’t I? I have waited to hear from him or see him or his text since the time we broke up and you are asking me why?’ I replied...’I am sorry, I am sorry, I should have not confessed, else all this wouldn’t have happened, I am sorry’ I said imagining him...

Some sounds interrupted me, I took a pause and went near the window and saw the groom has arrived...'What shall I do? Should I say my parents that I am not ready? Or don’t want to marry? Or love someone else? Or shall I run?’ Questions started to arise in my mind, ‘Stop meshal, just stop’ my inner me said ‘hold on meshal, I know you never wanted to marry, but there is no taking back, you are risking your parents respect by doing this, stay calm’ continued my inner me, ‘I am ruining people's lives’ I said, ‘He will be fine meshal’ said my inner me, ‘I truly love only him and I can never love anyone else’ I said, ‘I know’ my inner me replied...

My body was shivering, I knew people will call me downstairs now, so I went to pray before leaving the room...Every bride prays for her future and her family but I prayed for him, to keep him safe and happy, for him to get someone much more better and best than me, for him to have the best and happy life, for him to forget me...

Before leaving, I doubted whether my face seemed fine or somebody may doubt it, so I applied few cosmetics on my face to hide my shattered face and then I saw his picture which was in my mails...I kissed it once telling ‘You were the best I had’ and kept my cell phone back at its place and went down...I smiled, I blushed, did whatever was possible from my side only to hide my pain and neither did I cry while leaving because may be I will not be able to control it...

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“Another story?” asked my husband, “Just thought to write something” I replied...
Husband: Your stories aren’t real right?...
Me: Nooo not at all, it’s only imaginations...
Husband: It looks realistic sometime...
I laughed...
Me: Don’t worry, there is nothing like that, I simply write, reading others stories or reading some status haha...
Husband: Hehe alright...
Me: Yeah, don’t think anything like that he next time okay?...
Husband: Yes ma'am...
I smiled, he smiled and he left...
I took out my cell phone and opened my privacy keeping application and clicked on that one picture in that application...Rubbing my thumb on his picture I said ‘Hope you are doing fine and are happy’...

-me$hal-

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Just Stay (Part:1)...


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He would sit with me every evening near the beach, talking, trying to divert my mind and making me smile...And I would see him with a pity heart...He would talk, he would laugh, he would take me to a ride only to forget my past...My heart would ache watching him try so hard to make me see the world, once again with a smile...

It was 6 in the evening, I was sitting near the shore and then he joined me...I could see what he feels for me but I am not sure if it was the same...My inner me would say me to tell him to save another life but I lacked the guts or maybe I didn’t wanted to talk about my past...”Just ask this one question and then you decide to tell him or not?” my inner me said, “But what will he think about me? If I ask it?” I questioned, “He knows that you are in trauma and will not think anything or else may try to keep distance from you, so that you don’t think anything like this the next time” my inner me answered...
Me: Sahil?...
Sahil: Yup (He replied with his eyebrows raised)...
Me: Why do you spent time with me?...
Sahil: Simply, I get bored...
Me: Oh...
And I thought there was something but there was no such thing going on in his mind...
Sahil: Why?...
Me: Just asking...
Sahil: Okay...
‘Was there nothing such thing? Or is he lying?’ I thought...
Me: You see me only as a friend right?...
‘I am dead, why do I have to ask him like that? Think at least one time before asking, meshal’ I started to feel awkward by then...
Sahil: Yeah (He said casually)...
‘Stupid’ I called myself...
Sahil: Do you see me more than a friend?...
Me: Nooo, obviously no, I...I don’t...
Sahil: (Laughed)...
‘Okay meshal, you need to say now, before he starts thinking more about it’ I thought...
After 5 minute of awkwardness, I spoke...
Me: You know? My boyfriend had a girlfriend...
Sahil: Not all boys are same; some are committed to only one meshal...
Me: No (I laughed), I did not mean that way...
Sahil: I am just telling, if you have started to see all the boys the same way...
Me: No no it’s not that...He was in a relationship before ours, but they broke up due to some reasons and like two strangers we met with a normal hi and hello, I didn’t knew that he would become so much important to me (I paused)...
Sahil: It’s okay, it happens...
Me: Yeah (I replied with a heavy breath)...We would talk for hours and hours, day and night, we didn’t had anything to talk, but we talked only to keep the conversation going...He would then talk about her, describe her features, I did not become jealous at all, I actually fell for it...I fell for him...He would sometimes cry and go mad, I liked to handle him, to make him quiet, that became my habit...I couldn’t see him undergoing through any sort of pain, my heart would just burst at that moment cursing myself that I am not able to keep him happy...
I saw Sahil with a smiling face and he gave a slight smile back...
Me: Days passed, he sometimes talked about her and one fine day proposed me...I couldn’t say ‘No’ because I was so into him and it felt like the best gift I could ever receive (I smirked thinking how mad I was)...My days were at peak of excitement, I was so happy and thanked that girl for giving him to me...
I thought I was saying something more which I shouldn’t because he started to shift his face from one side to another, searching for something to divert his mind...
Me: And after some days, he talked less, I assumed that he was busy, I waited for him to give me time and one day, a day went without his text...And I thought something was going wrong, I asked him if he was fine, and he would say yes and ignore my rest of the talk...After a month or two he said that he need some time off but I didn’t know that he meant break up...
Sahil’s head was low and had kept both of his elbows on the knee...
Me: Listen...
Sahil: Yeah I am listening...
Me: After thinking more and more I got to know that I actually had no place in his life...I was the medicine to her wounds which by then were healed and thus he got to know that he did not love me ever...
Sahil: Okay...
Me: Sahil, I had a point, that’s why I am saying it to you...
Sahil: What point?...
Me: Remember my question? Do you see me only as a friend?...
Sahil: Yeah...
Me: Answer me now truly, yes or no?...
Sahil: I know you don’t have feelings for me, but let me be by your side, I can’t see you like this...
Me: That’s what I too did and now you can see its result...
Sahil: Don’t worry, nothing will happen to me, I can handle...
Me: And you want me to go in depression again, thinking that I broke your heart too?...
We had an eye lock where we let our eyes speak to each other for a while...
Sahil: So, what you want me to do?...
Me: Stay away...
And when I said that, those words pricked me hard...
Sahil: Oh, I didn’t know you would say that...
‘I would, to save anyone from a heart break’ I said in my mind...
Sahil: I think it is a good bye then...
Me: Sahil (I screamed)...
He walked briskly to his car, I couldn’t even get up to stop him as my ankle sprained...

-me$hal-

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Addicted

My heart started to race as I walked towards my home...I opened the door and saw my mother sitting on sofa, “Hey mumma” I said with a smile and began to walk to my room, “Sana had called me as you weren't receiving her call” mumma said, “Oh, will call her later” I replied...
Mumma: She said that your class got over at 12 o’clock...
‘And why did she have to say that?’ I thought...
Mumma: Where were you?...
Me: In the library, studying...
Mumma: You can study here too right? You have got all the books over here...
Me: It’s some research I am doing on...
Mumma: You can surf on the internet...
That’s what I don’t like, the internet, sometimes I wish if it did not exist at all...
Me: I get distracted using it, so I sit in library and try to focus...
Mumma: So shall I disconnect the Wi-Fi?...
Me: NOOO (screaming)...
I would be dead if Wi-Fi gets cancelled...
Me: Mumma listen, I only study there and do nothing, I need to concentrate...
She walked away and I moved in my room...I know she feels bad when I come late and stay away from home and make excuses to skip food...
Sitting in my room I connected my cell to Wi-Fi and checked if I had received any texts from him...Seeing no notification of his name, I kept my cell aside hoping to concentrate on my studies and took out my books to study, but I would check my cell phone now and then to check if there were any texts, and finally I kept the cell phone facing me so that I don’t have to move from here to there to check my mobile...And then it was time for dinner, I went down to help my mother in serving the dishes...
Mumma: If you have any problem with me then tell me..
I felt bad thinking that she was thinking like that...
Me: No mumma, it’s nothing like that...
Mumma: Then what is it? When you were kid you used to run back home and now you want to stay away...
‘What can I say to my mother? What my problem was? And why was I running away?’ I thought...
Me: Studies get heavy and also the professors give heavy assignments, it’s hard to handle and when I come home I feel so sleepy...
Mumma: Who told you to take up such studies? Household work is so easy; you will be having no tension...
I giggled and so did she...
Done with dinner I went back to my room and checked my cell again...And by that time I was getting mad...I could not remember his number before, but now it is on my mind every time but I can’t call...I would type his number again and again and then erase it...Lying on my bed I would read our previous conversation which I took screenshots of, maybe I had a thought about we may not be talking in future...After passing an hour and still nothing showing up in my mobile I started to cry...’I am going to call him’ I said, ‘No, don’t’ my mind would reply, ‘I am calling him’ I said, ‘Control meshal’ my mind would reply...My heart was quiet because it had lost the fight, my heart which would give me hope that everything will be fine, finally had given up...
It was midnight but not a single text was received, my eyes as well as mobile battery dried and head became heavy, but still I waited hoping that he might appear any time...And finally my eyes closed...
The next day as soon as I got up, I checked my cell to see if there was any text or call from him but it showed me blank...Leaving for the college I told mother “I will try to come home soon” and she smiled...Coming home wasn’t a problem but his memories that attack my mind when I sit alone was...

-me$hal-

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Whatever happens...Happens for a reason

"Azan beta...do it fast...we are running out of time" my mom said...
I was getting dressed myself and wanted to look best after all I was going to see the girl with whom I have longed to spend my life with...
Back in school days I remember myself hiding in corridors to get a single glance of her... She talked freely with me but I was shy...I don't know why I dreamed about her every time... The way she smiled... The way she moved her eyes, mesmerized me... Many boys had crush on her but I knew nobody could ever love her the way I did... I didn't try to say her about this because I felt it insane to talk about such things at this age...
We sat in car and ride away to her place... I saw the long street lights... People walking on the road hurriedly and some slowly...And the roads busy with traffic... I switched my mind to the past thoughts where I was searching for her and she drove away... It was when we completed our 12th grade and were moving for our future studies... I wished I would have said her how much I loved her but missed the chance then I made up my mind to ask her hand once I get placement in good company...
We reached her home... Her house was fully decorated... Lightings everywhere and people welcomed us with flowers... Everyone were looking at us... I saw her as I moved the curtain... She in her pink ghagra was looking so beautiful with her mesmerizing looks... I could see her cheeks turning pink and her hands shivering... "Azan excuse yaar" said somebody... I turned back and let the bride-groom go... I patted his back and whispered "She is waiting for you"and gave him a wink...Everyone laughed...
My mom was looking at me... I could see her sad face yet she smiled... I went near her and hugged her "Mumma...whatever happens...happen for good right??" I asked... She didn't reply but brushed my hair...
I saw her with him smiling and all people teasing them... I couldn't see it any longer so I moved my way out...
I still remember back in days when it was almost a year working I decided to say my mother about ahana...she was overjoyed when she heard this and after 2 days she went their home to ask her hand for me while I prayed hardly that they accept me... Hours passed there was no call from my mother... So I called her feeling scared... I heard her sad voice "Beta am sorry... Just some days back Ahana got engaged"... I couldn't listen further so I disconnected the call...
The girl who was present in all my prayers was gone... The girl whom I loved since so many years was gone...
I wish I could have given at least a try... May be she was my bride today...

-me$hal-

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A girl named Zoya: final part!



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I checked the availability of seats for that night to travel to Bangalore. I could somehow manage to get two vacant seats in 3rd row. Bus was at 8 but we were there at 7:30 pm! My excitement was bubbling like boiling water; I made sure that everything was right perfect. In fact Zoya had been running through my mind so much that I almost scratched tons of times ending up writing Zoya in my answer sheets. The journey was like boon in bane, I was getting nearer to her yet I couldn’t move an inch, I hardly slept through the journey and ended up playing games on the phone and draining its battery. We reached our destination and my mission ZOYA was successful, well almost!


There’s this autowala’s logic which is they refuse to go to a location if they are going on the opposite way...! Bingo so my volcanic excitement had to wait freaking 30 minutes and then we found one generous autowala who took us to my aunt’s place. And I was wrong there, I kept the entire luggage back and some in the front...allowed my mom to get in 1st then me the meter started as we started off and boy! Was that an auto or a formula1 engine back up in the meter and it reached to the figures I couldn’t believe! See I told you I was wrong and he was not so generous! (-_-)


Finally almost i reached towards the door where i was eagerly waiting to be der from past few days. In excitement I almost rang the bell twice or thrice while smiling like an idiot and suddenly I saw my mom staring at me. I looked at her and asked “Yeah mom?” and she replied “Stop pushing that button! I know you want to go to the washroom! Stop acting like a kid!” I stopped pressing it after that. Moms you know! Actually i had been waiting enough to see my dream girl and now she was like inches and away and yet faarr. And then I heard giggling from inside! And backgrounds mein violin and dil mein laddu phutne lage! I heard someone running towards the door and I felt like opening my arms in the Shahrukh Khan Style and I almost did it and suddenly I noticed my mom, and those open arms turned into one of the lamest yawning positions. And you all know what I was hoping for, obviously for her to come, thoda sharma ke… thoda lehra ke… thoda muskura ke… and then the door opened. She was standing there with same expressions. I saw her and first thought that came to my mind was ‘is Zoya from Africa!?!’ b’cos the girl who was standing infront of me looked like the African version of Katrina Kaif. She opened the door and ran away and my aunt came in I wished her but boy! If that girl was Zoya then life had played the worst prank on me I became dull, quiet and sat at a corner without talking much, my mom observed this and then she asked “you were so excited at the door?! What happened now?” and I replied “nothing mum I am just tired!” My aunt sympathized and asked me to take rest in one of the rooms and pointed towards one of them saying “why don’t you sleep at zoya’s room?” well you know what I was thinking “No ways!” and I straight away went back to the nearest room I encountered. I slowly went to sleep disappointed.


When I woke up I heard some voices from the hall and there were women talking to each other and laughing. I recognized mum and aunty but then there was another one! A girl’s voice but Zoya was walking towards kitchen who was it then?! I took a sneak peak and when I saw the girl I was like ‘Wow!’ I couldn’t resist myself and I walked in. My aunt looked at me and said “aree wah you woke up! See Zoya came from the tuitions too!” what the ….! If this beautiful creature was Zoya then who was she! Confused I wished her; we didn’t speak much as I sat down in confusion. I was down in the cricket updates on newspaper when I heard my aunt say few words which cured my conditions “aree sun kal subha kaam pe jaldi aajana!” as she said it to the not so pretty my idiotic version of zoya! And guess what I looked at miss extremely beautiful zoya and smiled!


Me and zoya we went out to places! We had all sorts of chats and chats! Long walks to remember and endless discussions and that too in just two days but then my excitement was just half lived.


It was midnight as around 12. I woke up to get some water to quench my thirst and guess what!? I saw her talking on the phone. I busted with anger and disappointment I somehow managed to control myself saying may be it might be her friends. Subsequently 2-3 days passed and the same trend continued. The next day I gave out a taunt to her indicating her that I know that she spoke with someone at night. Interestingly she didn’t reply. My mom over heard this and smiled slightly and even aunty did! My confused state of mind questioned ‘what was wrong?? Aren’t they supposed to be serious about such things??’ she moved away. My mom looked at me and fired a sweet arrow which busted all the balloons of hopes inside me, she said ‘Zoya is engaged dear’ I was not so disappointed when I saw that African zoya but now I was almost dumb. I apologized for my behavior and went to the gallery and looked around the city and a voice inside cried ‘let’s go back home’…


For no more I wanted to stay at that place. So after 2 days I said my mom that I wanted to leave and after complaining number of times she agreed. The next day I sat back to book the ticket. As i was about to book the tickets the bell rang, this time though ZOYA opened the door! Some another batch of my cousins had come for a visit. I didn’t care if they even wanted my room as I was leaving, well yeah almost. A And then I was about to book the tickets when this girl stepped in, I was mesmerized when I saw her beautiful big round eyes and I almost had begun to dream those lovely evenings with her but then my mom interrupted "Booked those tickets?!” I looked at her, stopped for two seconds and with a big grin I replied "my friend is at Bangalore and he wants to meet me up! Can we stay for some more time?!” My mother looked me with a stare and said “you and your stupid plans do whatever you want but next time decide on when we will be leaving! Okay!!?” I replied okay with the same big grin and looked at my consolation prize! 






P.S: Its actually a cocktail of stories by both the writers Anfal and Meshal! :)





Posted on: Kashif khan's blog on Monday, 3 November 2014


Edited by: Kashif Khan






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I remember still that I waited for months for the second part and finally I tried writing it and purposefully ended this way... Coincidently the guy who wrote this too had sent the next part to the blogger which was as same as mine but did not had the last part... Both of our stories were merged and yeah finally my ending was considered :P...






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Never Regret...



I looked outside the window, giving out a sigh! But then I saw the dew on the pane, and I drew S over it. A drop of tear fell from my eyes, I hurriedly rubbed my eyes. The sound of the bell ringing caught my attention, first session was over and it wasn't good I never understood it; I never understood any lecture since then. I came out with my phone in hand and something guided my finger, I went to your profile and saw the voice message of yours. It was your beautiful voice which said "hey! My shona! Sad nai hona, main hu na aapke paas". I closed my eyes to listen to it. No other music pleased me than your voice, nothing calmed me down than your voice, and how could you always know that I was sad or needed you… how??


Do you remember how I happy I was on that day? When I had dressed up only for you? My friends say, that was the last time I looked so happy and glowing because it was for you. I hated taking pictures but on that day just because I wanted you to see I how I looked I clicked it for you… to make us memories, long lasting memories. My smile widened when you had sent me the reply of my picture, it was the most beautiful compliment I had ever received. I wanted to send you more but the network kept my excitement on bay and even that no connection of college Wi-Fi and the timings it had ruined the moment. I was getting desperate by every passing moment to talk to you…


As soon as I reached my home i uploaded all the photos to the email address of yours and pressed that send button. Time passed I waited and I waited for long, I wanted to hear from you but there was no reply and then I rehearsed my lines to scold you with a big grin on my face when I imagined how you’d try to persuade me, how you’d…


Suddenly on the same day one of my friend called me and asked if anyone was around me? I said "no", being a little confused. But more than her words, my mind was stuck on if you had replied to that email or not. She asked me to sit if i was standing and with a low and weak voice she said "he is no more..." he?! Who was he? My brain went blank, who was he? And this shivering I asked her “who?!” The phone dropped from my hands, everything seemed blank, I pulled myself back and asked her again, and pleading not to say what she said a while ago, but it was in real I had lost you, she said your name….


I still wished like in stories; though they are dead but come to meet you for the one last time. I just wished if something could happen like that so that i could hug you and get peace in your arms. Sorry that I couldn’t come to your funeral, I did not have had the guts to say mom about this. I still refreshed the page every now and then hoping a miracle, a message from you saying all this was false…


Now, I don’t need Wi-Fi or internet packages. I don’t get those shivers when I hear my message tone. I know the 3 words which meant alot 4 us, which won't be heard again. I have even stopped going back home to my mom, cos I want to be alone. I regret all those moments when you said "bas 1 minute ruko na" and I would reply "mumma bula rahi hai". Sadly, I regretted all those moments when you wanted me and i wasn’t present, when you cared about me so much which i wasn’t worth of. And now I have so much of time for you, but not you…





Yours dearest,


Shona…






-me$hal-






Posted on: Kashif Khan's blog on Thursday, 30 October 2014





Edited by: Kashif Khan






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Short Story-3

It was 9 O'clock in the morning...
I rushed to my room window to see you...
And yup you were there...
Standing near your car...

I was late again...

It was the day which...
We thought to spend together...
As you were leaving for...
Your future destiny...

Brushing my teeth...
Breakfast in my hand...
Searching for my dress...
Combing my hairs...
Everything was messed up...

I know I was too late...
I know you will scold me now...
I know you would make me to do sit-ups...
And I was ready for that...

The bell ranged...
There was a parcel for me...
I knew it was by you...
It was a dress...
Matching with the dress you wore...

I was ready...
Standing in front of you...
With a smile...
Hoping to get scoldings...

But I was wrong...
You smiled and said...
"You look beautiful"...
I was shy...

We were best friends...
More than best friends...
But still friends...

We went to our college...
Visited our meeting place...
Remembering all the memories...
Played in the corridors...
Meet our teachers...

We went to our favourite mall...
Where, we used to play hide and seek...
Watched cartoon...
Played in the snow...

We went to our favourite restaurant...
Had the lunch...
Played the music...
Sang the song...
And danced...

It was late afternoon...
We were in the park...
I stood near an ice-cream parlour...
As you had a call...

A gang of boys...
Passing by me...
Teased me...
I didn't care...

I don't know...
From where you saw...
You came rushing...
And slapped the boys...

Time was up...
You had to leave...
For you flight...
I too came with you...
To airport...

I wished to say you...
"I Love You"...
As I have always loved you...

I was scared to say...
I thought our friendship will break...
You will be hurted...
You will never contact me...
So, I held my words back...

Before you left...
We had our last eye contact...
I don't know why...
You looked so deeply in my eyes...

I held back my tears...
So, you don't see me cry,..
My shrilled voice just said...
"Be in contact"...

You just gave me...
A slight smile and said...
"Take care"...
And you left...

I saw you until where...
My sight would reach...
But you didn't turn back...
I felt I have lost you forever...

Back to my home...
My mom gave me a hug...
A great news awaited me...
My mom whispered...
"The flight has been crashed"...

My heart stopped the beat...
I ran into my room...
Locked the door...
Stood in front of the mirror...
I was alone...

On the table a gift...
Wrapped in the red shinning wrapper...
With a note on it...
"To my lovely girl-friend"...
"I Love You"...

I felt your shadow near me...
Saying me "Take care"...
Those words echoed in my ear...
I wish I would hold you back...
Never let you go...

Only one thing was in my mind,..
"You conveyed your words,...
How will I convey mine???"...

"I Love You Too"...

-me$hal-
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Third story posted on my Facebook feed; back in 2010/2011...I know there are messed up words,but still no laughing 😠...

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The day when my friends started to tease me...
Was the day I saw you...
I started to feel you...
I started to get to know you...

I loved the way you smiled...
I loved the way you laughed...
I loved the way you talked...
I loved the way you walked...
I loved the way you go in style...

I remember me watching you always...
Knowing that you won't even notice me...
I remember me thinking about you always...
Knowing it was all vain...
I remember me memorising your times...
Knowing that you could never think of it...

Until one day I thought...
I have started to like you...
So I decided just to chat with you...
I assured myself that I will give you no complaints...

It was my best day, when I got a message from you...
It hurted me, knowing I was not the person you liked...
But I was happy thinking that we can be friends...
But unfortunately I gave you a complaint...
But still it was alright, I hoped so...

Then the days passed...
You started to ignore me...
You got tired of me...
You started to dislike me...
I thought I was disturbing you...
So, I left you on your own...

After having a great struggle with myself...
I thought to smile forgetting all the hurts...
The day you got to know I smiled, was the day you said me...
"You don't need me"...
I broke down in tears again...
Wishing you, just to see back...
How much I needed you...

-me$hal-
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This was my second story which I posted on my Facebook feed; back in 2011...No laughing :(...
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Once upon a time...
You entered my life...
You made friendship with me, though I was shy...
You laughed in my laughs...
You cried in my cries...
You made me feel always better, as no one could...

Until one day you said me...
"I have to go"...
I let you to go, thinking that you will be back soon...

Then I started to think about you...
You were in my mind...
You were in my dreams...

It was too late for me to believe...
I love you...
Until I got the message from my friend by you...
"Sorry, I won't be back. Be happy."...

-me$hal-
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This was my first story which I posted on my Facebook feed; back in 2010/2011...
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