Wednesday, March 17, 2010


If you think m going to post another song here......
you r wrong ....

Its d story about ria..... its been 5 yrs.. ria has seen a lot ... been through a lot.. life has thought her to fight... life has tested her.. in all possible respects...
Ria is now tired of everything.. fun.. gossips...friends... family... life....
Ria says she needs a man now.. a man who is going to love her truely......
Ria has loved many but none have loved her...... Ria has been there for many.. but none have been there for her...
RIa is now of the notion that beauty is the key to everythin........i spoke to her and said no its the
person u are.....
Ria still continues to disagree
i thought she is mad.......

late that night when i thought about her... i wondered y wudn she have the notion... she doesn get any happiness out of it.. so might just be true....
"beauty is the key to evrything"
will RIA ever be loved.... i love RIA, i feel she is beautifull, beautifull inside... she is true... true to herself... i wanna be her!!!!!!

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

stranger on the bridge

“OH MY GOD”, I gasped, staring at my computer screen in disbelief, could the address in my inbox be correct? Could it really be?

My mind flashed back 10 years, to when I was at camp lakeview. His face floated across my mind. The first sunny day of my stay there, when he had made a lonely stranger feel like she had belonged.. The long walks, the laughter. All that stopped one day and I frowned at the memory of a farewell .A memory I often nurtured with a sore heart. “Promise me”, he had said. ”Promise me that you will write to me everyday “.

I could still feel the pain. The birds trilling in the otherwise placid silence as we looked out on the lake , the yellow flowers forming a bright carpet on the soft ground , the waters of the lake , undisturbed and sparkling .” of course I will” , I had said , my heart heavy with emotions like never before. If only summer would never end.

I smiled at the bitter memory. He had promised to write too. I recalled my first day back from camp, when I had eagerly checked my mail , only to find none from the one who mattered the most. The same anticipation each day as I dutifully kept my promise , only to be let down by him. I had all but given up hope and immersed myself in writing poems of hate , bitterness , rage and ultimately , despair , And finally, I let go of it the next summer and put the better pat of it behind me.

Now it was back. I had half a mind to delete this. Ben had ignored me long enough , and now I would even. And then I thought back to the struggle I had gone through. My heart hammering, I opened it.

It read-

“Dear Amy,

I’m sorry for all the pain I know I’ve caused .Words cannot explain how I regret the fact that I broke my promise to you. I’m going to be in town for a week. Please meet me at lake tirian on Wednesday at 6 in the evening. Please forgive me. Ben”.

My heart skipped a beat. That was tomorrow. I would wear my faded jeans and… and I thought back to the hours spent questioning what went wrong… and the fear that maybe he was dead , which would explain why…and the ever darkening poems of hatred…but then, I remembered the fun and magic.

Five forty-five. I looked at my watch. Wednesday evening. I was there… I wore something casual.. I wanted it to be like it did not mean a lot to me. But it did.

As the awaited hour approached, my heart pounded harder and harder, against my chest.

Would he keep his promise this time?. I starred at the bridge aimlessly. And then I saw him. He was unmistakable. As I saw him walking towards me, I realized that he was a part of my past .A part I had to forget .I was not ready to forgive yet. As much as my mind was willing to, my heart was not. He was buried in memories. Memories that I could not, and did not want to dig up again.

As I turned to leave, I heard his voice. ”Amy?” he asked uncertainly. I turned, and looking up at him, knew that it would never be the same again. I did not know him anymore. “i…I’m sorry. I know u ?” I stammered, and hurriedly brushed past him in tears .He looked confused but at that moment I knew it was over. I knew I had healed for good. I knew that the pain had gone forever and that I could look back at good times and smile, instead of cry in pain.

I looked back and saw him staring after me, dazed. But I kept walking. He was now a stranger to me. A stranger like all the others walking past me. I had left behind a stranger on the bridge.