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Life’s Worth

Out of the window, in the purple-red sky,
Sulky sun setting, with the clouds above high!

gazing at the sparrows, rushing to their homes…
And a high pitched voice from the mosque’s dome…

Few minutes of commotion, till everything settled.
And then the sedative breeze left me startled!!

soft pearly drops, landed on my hand,
& on other pieces of earth, sparkled from Heavenly Wands!

My eyelids closed, slowly than ever,
that opened a new thought, for me, for ever!

Away from the hurdles and the problems in life.
my mind travelled far and sharp as a knife.

It showed me the place, I wanted to reach,
Which was surely beautiful than any mountain or beach…

It showed me my goal, That i forgot
midst the mad race, when i did bigot.

The rain on the window-pane, started the tune,
& the melody of my life, came forth soon.

I saw what my heart really longed for,
just see if my longings, match yours…

In my li’l life, the longing to help a needy.
& atleast for once, not to be greedy.

Longing to be a flower, ready to bloom,
longing to be a light for the one in gloom.

Longing for a pat, from a soul of a Happy Father,
& to have a warm hug, from a Teary-Eyed Mother!

Longing for a walk, with my head held upright,
longing for a heart, filled with delight!

Longing to be the best-sister-ever for my brother,
& a good-grand-child for my grand-father!

Longing to replace every ‘I’ in the world with ‘WE’;
To have a sweet soul, for everyone to see!

Longing to be a pride for every teacher,
Longing to be a reason, for at least one smile forever!

wish to have a friend, to pour myself in,
wish to BE a friend, & live forever within!

To have a pure & serene peace of mind,
to have a life of such a kind!

(and finally) to live a last life, before the last death…
& to have happiness everywhere before my dimming breath!

The mind came back, to where it was,
& the eyes slowly opened, thinking upon the clause.

The soft-soothing-showers were still falling on…
The clouds were the same, & the sun had gone.

Music was still the same on window-pane,
but noone knew what i had just gained…

A hope & desire brimmed my mind,
It was not the momentary gain now, for what i pined.

My mind and the rain brought forth the vast secret,
I knew now, how to clear life’s debt!

My World expanded now, from just the lump of my place,
Love and Peace is the way & destination, not the rat-race!

So bear with me, dear humans-by-birth,
Spread love, peace & harmony & prove your life’s worth!!!


Life is a beauty…!

Life was a Beauty to “play Cricket and have Kaccha Gola’s at BH-85”.

P.S. To miss them at hostel Now.

Life was a Beauty to ” School Bus rides in the rickety buss no.8″

P.S. To Alone Two wheeler runs Now.

Life was a Beauty to “Finger on your lips at little angels”

P.S. To Arguments Now.

Life was a Beauty to “Join your hands and close your eyes”

P.S. To Prove your existence Now.

Life was a Beauty to “Get excited for Return Gifts”

P.S. To proposals Now.

Life was a Beauty to “Cry for broken pencils and Stolen Erasers”

P.S. To Broken Hearts Now.

Life was a Beauty to “Recite twinkle twinkle in class”

P.S. To Presentations Now.

Life was a Life “Sleep in Mom’s Lap”

P.S. To Sleepless Nights Now.

Life was Naughty to “Play Kitchen Kitchen With Friends”

P.S. To Cook For Yourself Now.

Life was satisfaction to “Share your Cloths with Cousins”

P.S. To Lock Codes in mobiles now.

Life was fun to “Drink Milk And then Sleep”

P.S. To Black Coffee to stay awake now.

Life was rude to “Summer Vacation Homework”

P.S. To at least Getting Holidays Now.

Life is demanding to care to share to satisfy souls in different forms. So is the Pleasure of remebering them and giving importance to each jewel. 


Somewhere Someday we’ll meet up again!

Like always Somewhere Someday We’ll Meet up Again..

Like yesterday We’ll admire our love again..

Like tomorrow there will be no yesterday again..

Like always Somewhere Someday We’ll  Meet up Again..

Like Pancakes we’ll blossom up again..

Like that day We’ll smile once again..

Like rustling lives we’ll chirrup again..

Like roaring voice we’ll patch up again..

Like always Somewhere Someday We’ll  Meet up Again..

Like always there will be winter insane..

But summer’s waiting we’ll shine once again..

Like Seasons Change we’ll not refrain..

Like always Somewhere Someday We’ll  Meet up Again..

I hope to gather not only your memories everyday

I want you to feel me someday..

Somewhere I Miss You

Sometimes I See You

And Surely Someday I’ll Get You.. 

Dedicated To :- All my … 😀

Struggle, the salty experiences of life…!

Struggles of life….a journey never forgotten…. It makes you, It moulds you….but never leaves you rotten…                                                                                            It begins with every dawn….sometimes might leave you torn…                                                                                  But you have to fight….to have your future bright.

People struggle for position…to have identity with recognition
As for them…life is full of never ending expectation…

Fulfilling of which gives a soothing satisfaction.
So struggle everyday….struggle every night
Struggle for tomorrow…like there’s nothing so bright..!!

Struggles are those experiences you gather…
Which not only makes you and moulds you….but
Certainly takes you farther and farther…!!!


Everyone here in this unreal world,
By his own yoke is trapped and curled
Be it children…. be it elders…. or be it any one…
Every self is chained begging to run.

Yet there’s a bond which plays its role…
It begins from heart… upto smile….through our soul.
It breaks every chain… of age or of caste…
It is the need of the hour…. Its meaning is vast.

Happiness can be a sweet … for a small child
It is self satisfaction for a person who is mild…
For a dying person…it’s his ultimate treasure…
And for a sports champ…it is his pleasure…

Happiness is something having no price…
It is a string that strengthens the ties….
Children shouting at an ice cream vendor,
Its like seeing Santa as a god’s messenger…

For a new bride…her Happy family…
For an unmarried one….a bunch of lily…
For a poor widow her sweet memories…
Happiness departs us from all our worries…

Happiness is the coil that takes friction out of life…
Happiness brings peace…without any strife
There are numerous other ways… for happiness to come..
Well…wait a bit….lemme tell you some…

When we make an invincible smile light up,
On faces once submerged on sadness’ cup,
When we show our kindness… to the poor
Happiness comes readily to the doer.

When we make our parent’s head go up with pride…
When they bless us solemnly, deep from inside.
When we smile or embrace…or just show our support…
To the one drowning in sorrow… it serves as a boat…

Happiness is a smile that lasts all the while…
It is a strong emotion… never out of style…
So people of the world…don’t you ever forget,
To feel the joy of happiness…lest you’ll regret…

Happiness is here. Happiness is there,
Happiness is every where… Happiness is every where….!


There comes a stage in life
You are at a hault
Where Love seems lost
Where everything else is at a stop

There comes a stage in life
Where you ask your life
Is this a reason to survive?

The STAGE shows you the way to lead a life
THE dilemma of loving someone is held upon your thought
The tranquility to leave their memories are evenly sought

There comes a stage in life
What YOU gain is now a PAIN
WHAT YOU believe is now in VAIN

There comes a stage in life

Where YOU MERELY NEED reasons for yourself

Where you find convincing is the solution for yourself

Where you find probably forgetting her is the reason itself!

Second Chance

It was all sudden. I had just started feeling peace brimming my mind when it all vanished, replaced by head-banging headache.

I was sitting in the drawing room and flipping through the newspaper.
It was seven in the morning. Following my weird habit, I stopped at page 6, of the newspaper, having the obituary column.

Seventh from the top right was the 19 years old girl’s picture. The description below it said-

“We remember your laugh; we remember your tears,
And we are going to miss all of that, we’ll miss you dear!!”
Dear Mansi (17.3.1992-6.9.2011) deeply missed and remembered by Family and friends…

I stared at my name and then at my pic. It wasn’t really a nice one…the camera couldn’t hide the pimple on my left cheek! “Damn!!” I said. It took me a few minutes to realize that it was my pic indeed.

“Hey!! Wait a minute!! What am I doing there!!?”

I was shocked. What exactly am I doing in the OBITUARY COLUMN!! I certainly had a secret wish to see my name in the national daily ,but certainly not in this way!! YES..??

Well yeah, my days weren’t going good. I had been having suicidal thoughts most of the time. But I knew I could never have done it. I had never been a loser… (Okay maybe I had, was just trying to sound all cool there). The real reason I couldn’t do it was that I was scared. God, I often woke up in the middle of the night feeling so damn scared of the ghosts, imagine killing myself…I’d die of fear before I do the actual act! So I hadn’t, yet here I was staring at my pic in the obituary column of a national daily.

Thousands of thoughts crossed my mind when suddenly the surrounding noise caught my attention. I rushed to the room where I had slept the night before and saw my mum, grandpa and brother crying over the bed, and as I lean a little to get a better look, I saw myself still. Kind of unborn, lifeless.



What was happening i myself couldn’t make out? I was thrilled. So scared. But somewhere I knew that someone would surely believe me.

My heart started aching as I turned around and saw my father running through the door towards the bedroom. Throwing his touring bag sideways, he leaned over the bed and saw me in a way he had never seen me before. It seemed he couldn’t believe his eyes

He was expecting the closed eyes to blink and the frozen lips to speak
“Hello Dad. How are?” in the tone they always spoke.
He expected the still hand to hide in my Mom’s hairs the way I always did whenever I sat beside her. But they did not. The closed eyes never blinked. The frozen lips never spoke. But he continued to look for them as a tiny tear trickled from the corner of his eyes… and before I realized, I was in tears too. It sucks seeing your parents cry, and even more when you know you’re the reason.

My mom was crying her heart out. My father took a last look at me and then took his eyes off me and hugged my mom.

“I AM NOT DEAD !! Damn it! How can I die so soon!? I didn’t even hug you Mom and Dad!

I shouted at them, but they weren’t listening. I wanted to squeeze myself in between them, but as I tried doing that in vain, I heard a soft whisper -“Wake up the last time Please.My brother had one of his hands on my forehead and the other shaking my shoulders the way he does when he wants to wake me up. His face looked so sad, on the verge of tears, that, for the first time, I wanted to shout at him to wake him up instead.

“HEY I AM HERE! Look at me for God’s sake! I can’t die like this bhaai…you know I can’t! We’re still to have our last laugh together! I AM HERE!!”
I shouted at him who was busy shaking my shoulder !!

“Grandpa at least you listen to me !! Tell them I’m not dead! We haven’t played carom for so long! Let’s do it now!

C’MON I am NOT dead!!”

I was on top of my voice with my grandpa, but he didn’t listen…

I felt so helpless! So weak, then as if on cue, I rushed to find my pillow, and found my cell phone beneath it. My heart, full with God-knows-what feeling, hammered hard against my chest, as I tried to pick it up and reach out to the one person I knew would believe me…the one who always had, no matter what. Even if things are not good, far from it, I’ll not be left alone. But I just couldn’t pick up the damned phone! The one device that had brought to me some of my happiest moments…messages that connected me with my world…that very device betrayed me now!

Suddenly I was restless! I had to go out of here. Now! I need to say something! Do something! And before I knew, my home was full of people – close relatives, neighbors, and my friends. Most of the people kept silence, some were whispering and very few were crying... I was being taken to the drawing room. People saw me as I came. My best friend was looking at me in disbelief.This can’t happen” I heard her say…and the rest were all in silence .

But I ….. I had a lot to say…

“I am really sorry for my words spoken in anger.

I am truly sorry for the times that I’ve hurted you.

I never meant to.”

I wanted to tell them how dearly I felt for them.

“You’ve helped me through my problems…made me smile so many times…” I looked at my best friend who was staring at me. Her expressions were as helpless as mine. I held her hand in mine, though she never realized it, andsaid  “I’m sorry for not being as good a friend to you as you were to me…I’m sorry…” I turned away from her and looked at the rest of them.

“Love you…thanks a lot for being with me.

Love you. Look at me you idiots! Stop crying!”

They didn’t listen. Nobody did. And soon, reluctantly,
I believed in their eyes. I believed in every person there who didn’t listen to me…who did not believe me!

I had this sinking feeling in my heart… I had to get out of here, to the place I knew I must visit before I go forever. If there is indeed a forever, that is.
And I rushed out closing my eyes and reliving all those moments that egged me on…
In a perfect world, I would have reached the place in seconds…now that I was a spirit and all, and would have met the person, poured my heart inside and out and left earth unburdened. But no, this was my world. I couldn’t move. I felt as if I had been pulled apart by my head and heart. I had thought I could still go there. Wishful thinking. I couldn’t. I had lost everything.

With my heart heavy with ache, I started hating myself. I wanted to scream, to hide, to escape, to run away from there… away from my mother’s cries, away from my father’s eyes… my brother’s hands, away from the soft touch of my grandpa…from the love that kept me going…away from myself!!

I saw my brother still teary-eyed getting the woods ready. We’d fought like cats and dogs even after mom had laid out the “No Hitting” rule. We’d bruised each other so many times. But we had been each other’s best and only support on many times as well. On times when we didnt score well in school or college, when we knew our parents would be disappointed, it was always just us…helping each other out. Never saying it out loud, but in subtle ways…like I doing everything that he told me to without questioning, he accepting my harsh words without lashing back, talking to me as if we’re best friends. It was awkward at times…me and him, talking sweetly. But it helped, always.

“Bro I love to listen to you and your college stuff and
things you want to share with me…love you.”

I saw my Mom, talking with relatives as she broke in tears again
It was then that it occurred to me how beautiful she is, how beautiful is everything that she does for us…

“Mummy…you are beautiful. I know this is not enough but…Thanks! I had been a tough teenager, but you forgave me every time. I know I haven’t been the best daughter in the world but I always loved you. I LOVE YOU!!”
I shouted in air, but her cries swallowed my words.

My father was making my final bed… He stayed away from the people he loved the most so that they spend their lives with comfort.
I saw my father, who had given me those words of wisdom all through my life, who was the one who could stop my tears no matter what. The one who wanted me to learn from my mistakes and therefore never stopped me in doing what I wanted to do. He always saved an extra bite of chocolate for me.

“Thank you papa. You were always my ideal, my hero.
Love you papa…Dad!!!”
I tried to hug him for one last time, to hide there like I always did when I was too happy or too sad.

He didn’t listen. My grandpa was talking with the relatives about me, I never told him that I love him, love to listen to his stories. To take evening walks with him and listen to his unshakable faith in God. To take his pictures. I never told him that I loved to be with him.
“Love you .”

Nobody was listening to me. My heart sank in guilt!

How the hell can I die so soon? Without saying all that I wanted to? This is so unfair! So impossible! Just one more chance God. One last chance. Please. Please let me say just one sentence to people I love and people who love me…please God!

I was shattered. I was in tears. I can’t go like this. I need to say something, everything that I’ve kept inside for so long. I’d been afraid to say it, afraid that they don’t need it. That it won’t make any difference. That they’re better off without me. I had inflicted the hurt by not telling them that I love them because I was afraid of getting hurt myself. I was so screwed. I didn’t share ‘cause I thought people won’t understand me, and even worse, that they’ll judge me. And I just might end up hurting them.
We keep our distance from people thinking that we’re not worth it. But now I had learnt my lesson. I had been wrong. The only reason why we are ready to bear a rose’s thorns is because we get its scent to soothe us! And the same goes for Life… We take chances, risk our life, love and feelings ’cause we know that there exist a reason which is worth it… That reason, that risk…those are the things that make the book of our lives worth reading…worth turning every page and see what life has in store for us. It was one of those moments you know? That just happen with a blink of an eye, without you planning for it, or even dream of it. The realisation dawned upon me. I should have risked, tried harder, because it was worth it.
But I had kept my heart locked up because I was afraid it would break. And now? It had.

“PLEASE LOOK AT ME… PLEASE! PLEASE!!” I shouted with all the strength I could muster.

From a distance, I heard my mum shouting my name…She was holding me in her arms…saying –

“Mansi? MANSI!! You are safe baby. Everything’s fine. I’m right here. Did you see a nightmare?!? You were shouting like crazy!!!”
I threw away the blanket off my face. I opened my eyes and saw my mum in the dim light. Beautiful even at night. “You are beautiful Mom” I said as I hugged her tight. “I Love you”.

The Spellbinder …

Once upon a time there lived a spellbinder!
She met a non-abler, who was also a dabbler
And now,
The dabbler sings the rhyme, thinking it as sublime
“She makes me spellbind, I thought she was mine
And was totally consigned,
Although knowing her opine that we can never entwine
I love her like divine
People say that love is blind, but I didn’t ever mind
For the sake of mankind, I am telling this first time

Don’t ever get spellbind
Coz love is really blind..

“Kaisa Ye Ishq Hai, Ajab Sa Risk Hai”

               Location:  North Campus (Delhi University),                                                                      Bonta Park                                                                                              6:30 PM

She stretched her hand towards me.

I could feel the numbness of her, something that distances cool air from my skin. I fought to open my mouth or stretch a finger, but nothing.
“Harsh….” she whispered in a soft accent.

I can recognize that sweet voice & soft touch anywhere on this planet.
Somehow, I manage to smile & look back at her…

She was fighting with her eyelids, trying desperate not to get them wet.

Suddenly, I became aware of my ringing cell phone, Zaky our mutual friend had called-up:

A conversation between me and Zaky:-

Zaky: I heard you broke-up with Princess?
Me: Not exactly, I can never blew her off, eh-mm

Zaky: Dude be clear….!

*I looked at the princess face… her eyes were shut tightly. I know there was pain behind her eyelids, I wish I could take that pain away , but I could not*

Me: Zaky brother, I am occupied with some important work, I will call you back. I hang-up the phone and turned it off…I held her hand and walked away, trying to leave the Bonta and sadness behind.

“Everyone hate sadness, but sadness love us, It never leaves us alone.”                                                                                                                              Location- IP College Women’s Hostel                                                                     (Room No. 27)                                                                                           8:00 PM

As we swung the door open, her friend Pooja gave us a warm welcome:

Pooja: Hey Harsh!
Me: Hi…

Pooja: What’s up? You both looking tense?
 Nothing, just tired of shopping you know your friend always suffers from shopping fatigue…….I replied back, though inside I know girls catch you badly when you lie, but the best part is that they never tell you on the face that they cracked it.

Princess sat down, with her back towards me

Pooja stood-up and said,”I am going to Ankita’s room, you guys can have quality time here” . Again the door swung and Pooja’s retreating footsteps, made me realize that the time has come….!

I rubbed Princess’ back. She turned her body towards me and  slipped face in the crook of my neck. I could feel the saltiness of her tears falling upon my neck. I know she didn’t want me to see her cry, so I held her close to me.

“Harsh, you know I planned my life to be with you and not without you but things seemed to be shattered.”

Me: My heart is shattered, but I haven’t lost hope on us, I never stopped and                                                                                              I’d never stopped either. I think of you every once in a while.

“Harsh, you know how I much I love you…!

Me: Are you asking me to wait?
Princess: Yes, I am. are you going to?

Come on Princess….You said your family is against our relationship because we are from different religions, You said you do not want to continue with this relationship, you asked to meet you for the one last time.

Princess: I know things are not going like I dreamed them to be, but I am scared to lose you.

We both were staring at each-other. Our eyes piercing each other’s soul searching for something that I don’t know but the act was cute in itself!

She Continued, “I know my family doesn’t favor our relationship, I know the boy (Mayank) who follow me every day after tuition wants to kill you, I know we are from different religions, I know our life-style is different, I know it Harsh but I couldn’t take my eyes from you…. Harsh, I love you.

For a second my world became stagnant and I got disappointed.

Sometime, it is too difficult to understand a girl especially when they get emotional and change their decisions (and it is often…!)

I was prepared for a break-up, but this seemed to be a new beginning.
I raise my concerns again: 

Are you sure about this? Well, we can wait if you want to…

Princess: I am sure; I want you in my life. I don’t want to waste anymore time being without you and listening to my family.

Me: *approaching a bit toward her*…..Well I am here now for you….I will be here forever.

Her phone started ringing.

My story was going good, but the devil called up. It was her dad on the other end. While she was on the phone I realized I hadn’t turned-on my phone, quickly, I did it…

No, I am not going to meet that boy again, okay dad, bye and she hung-up, looking at me *rolling her eyes & a cute smile adorned her face*

Her nose was looking so good, I just wanted to kiss her, but someone interrupted…
“knock-knock”       Pooja was back!

Pooja: Guys time-up, its 9:00 pmHarsh, you have to leave (Awww….Breathtaking moment for me and Princess)

Just give-us five more minutes…..I said

Pooja: Permission granted… and she left.

(Looking deeply at Princess) I asked, “Is this true?”

She replied”, this is true, this is our fate. You and me, no one will get between us.” Saying this she squeezed my hand.

*My heart was pumping fast. I felt such a rush of blood through my head.  Like a touch of Midas, she had sparkled my life again..*

“Guys, your five minutes are over, can I come inside….?”

Oh yes, you can, I replied back in fumble voice... Princess, I have to go.
Wait, I am coming….Princess said

Bye Pooja, take care….We shook hands!

Pooja: you both looking recharge again, no more Shopping tiredness, hmm… it seem something interesting happened in the last one hour, though the room doesn’t seem to messed-up!

Princess: Come on Poo… you know we can’t do that in hostel 😉

    Finally, a farewell to Pooja….

                            Location: IP College Women’s Hostel                                                                 (Outside Main Gate)
                                                    9:20 PM  

Her voice was much louder then the voice of a bitch barking somewhere, “Harsh you give me a reason to live. Don’t worry together we can achieve whatever we want. We can make us.”

Me: You give me hope and faith with your words. (Kissing her forehead) I do not want to live my life without you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you; I do not want to think anymore… I just want to be with you, my love.

Okay, Harsh, it’s too late now, you have to go.

Yes, I must leave before your guard arrives and the situation turn worse..

Okay, bye my loveshe said, again with that cute smile which can flatter anyone on the planet.

Bye, Princess…I would love to see you soon. A hand shook and I turned back to move,


What, I asked her? Be careful, from Mayank….Okay, take care!

Yeah, I will…Bye. * flying kiss *

         Location- __________                                                 Driving 😀                                                                                           9:45 PM

*Talking to myself*

Boys usually talk to themselves about their relationships, unlike girls who love to share things with their friends….

So, she loves me and I thought.….. huh, such a fool I am !

Some random thoughts poured in, showing me problems in my relationship with Princess….

Her family is against our relationship.

She belongs to different religion. My Mom would never give-up against this. 

This boy (Mayank) following her since last two years, can be a problem.

 If the security guard had came on time, it could have been a problem. 

What if she again came under her family pressure?

Her words, “I am not going to be in touch with Harsh in the future” to her dad.

 She also agreed no one can come between us…. Is she strong and firm enough to stand against her family?

God… so many Questions!!

Amidst all these mind boggling questions I played my stereo …

Suddenly a voice of Rahet Fateh Ali Khan, with Irshad Kamil lyrics and Sohail Sen music struck my ears, Ohh! this song is written for me only….I wondered

“Kaisa Ye Ishq Hai, Ajab Sa Risk Hai”

I decided to screw away all the problems coming along with Princess and drove like crazy listening to this crazy song!

Ah! That heavenly bite (Chocolate)!

Chocolate A word enough to make your taste-buds ask for it. As we celebrate every day with this amazing creation by mankind,

I have taken and elaborated three scenes here which show how magical sometimes it feels, to find a bite of chocolate, at the right place, and at the right time!

Scene 1: Hunger at workplace

You are busy at work. Your boss wants to set an example of his work-ethic by giving you pressure that you won’t even wish to give to your worst enemy. Conclusion?

You miss your lunch, perhaps your dinner too.

Suddenly you notice a shiny-wrapper peeking out of your laptop bag. As if God’s angel was there for your rescue, you find that it is a chocolate bar! “Screw work, screw the boss!” you declare, and open the wrapper so restlessly that even your peers-at-work might want to make a video clip of you!

Soon enough, you see a brown-colored mold-and the glitter in your eyes .that moment is priceless… The scene becomes melodramatic, as tears start surfacing your eyes and you take a big bite from that innocent piece of chocolate. Ah! that heavenly bite! You relish each and every single ingredient, you savor the creamy filling, you enjoy the seduction of the smell. And before you know it, your day was made.

Scene 2: Boy in class

You are sitting in the front row of the class. Your teacher is so boring that you suddenly start wondering why the blackboard is black in color!!

Sitting at the first bench has its own low-points: You cannot yawn, you cannot wink at the girls, you cannot pass comments for the teacher, and the worst of all-you cannot do anything to satisfy your hunger.

And as if your sensory organs are determined to trouble you, your stomach gives away continuous growls to let you know it is starving! And there you realize that you got a bar of chocolate in your pocket. What do you do?

You ask your friends for assistance, with the simple promise of a share. Your friends oblige, they give you cover, you sneak to the back-row of the class, your friends join you, and then, three steps: open, momentary glance, and…HUGE BITE! Ah! that heavenly bite! And as your buddies are busy fighting for the rest of the chocolate, you find yourself drifting away-to that utopian land of happiness!

Scene 3: The penniless guy with his date

You are sitting with your date on a bench lying in the park . You are broke and you are  shy enough to ask for a treat.

But she seems less interested in seeing your state as she is very busy, blabbering about almost everything that this universe has ever possessed. Its not that like you don’t like her, but a hungry stomach plays weird tricks on your mind, and you suddenly feel that urge of giving your date a “neck-rub” with some twisting and turnings!

But you are shy, you are a fool- and this combination of traits combined with the hunger makes you blurt out a big fat: BURRRPP!

Embarrassed, your palms do the job of covering your mouth, while you decide to take a furtive glance at your date. She is flabbergasted!

But then, the miracle happens. She takes out a bar of chocolate from her bag, and suddenly, you are in love-not with her-but with that choco-bar. And your shamelessness makes you stick your tongue out like a puppy, leaving your date  laughing, uncontrollably!

She opens the wrapper carefully, and you get so ecstatic that you almost give her a big smooch, but she offers you the bar instead. “Go ahead!” she chirps. And without wasting a second, you grab a huge bite! Ah! that heavenly bite! And soon you find yourself landing an innocent kiss on her cheek. Eek?!!

No! She smiles and takes a small bite too, and as you thank this flavor which was making you swing with happiness, you realize-the cupid has struck!