Final Post

This blog is my dedication to modern literature ;)

@The first time reader
Please read from day one

@the admirer
thank you

@the person thinking i can write better than this
go ahead, whose stopping you?

@I want something real
I write about real people at http://humanintrospection.wordpress.com/

@dude where's the tech stuff
Its on my other blogs man
@the person who thinks i am wasting my time
you better check my scores in verbals these days, literature improvises skills man

@the is this real thinker??
Not really, i met a real twinkling eyes a few days back, if things work out well it'll be a blog otherwise it will be my life

@the bitches
i'll write a blog on you after i leave college

@the real special person
i was imagining you even before i knew you when i wrote this up(ahem except in the end). This blog is dedicated to you and only you

@those thinking who i am?

The greatest inspiration one can get in life is to know that there is someone somewhere in this desolate world, who counts on you, whose lips are quivering to smile with your joys, whose eyes are ready to glow and face ready to light up with your success. It is when you know that what you do will stabilise her trembling legs and give her the the wings to fly, you'll put every ounce of effort in what you do because you know deep within that the person you are living for is worth dying for.
And i'm one such inspired individual.
I'm everything but a whimp;
I'm nothing but perfect;
I'm nowhere but the top;
and I'm nobody but KIRAN

Day 7

The fateful day began with my spirits on cloud nine. I was all the more insane with quirky smiles for no particular reason. My heart was certainly racing and mind, well god alone knows where it was flying towards. It was deep imprinted into me that I had to express my feelings to her that day, for it was a now or never situation, I was after all returning back to my old sober filled life at Bangalore city that night & I had this deep down fear within as to when I would see her again. We met her along with her folks and headed out to Bekal fort. It’s an architectural marvel of Kasargod, a place with its silhouette of romanticism. The setting was nothing less than perfect with the gutsy cool wind from the oceans flowing across. She was watching the ocean from one of the corners of the fort. I looked around and found the area quite secluded. The breeze was strong and her hairs were waving across her glowing face. Mustering courage I walked up to her. Placing my hands behind her back I told “Can I tell you something…”

My heart suddenly skipped a beat. I was shocked as she fell rapidly and lay on my arms. There were drops of blood trickling from her nose. I reached for my phone to call an ambulance but she stopped me. “I want you to listen to me” She said. I had no choice but to listen, it was her last wish after all. “The last seven days were the best days of my life. You bestowed to my mourning spirit happiness in the final days of my life. I’m sorry I never told you that I have cancer. I ….” Her breathing stopped. I wanted to cry out loud but couldn’t find my voice. Every dream I had of a wonderful life lay shattered and dead right on my arms. I hadn’t even told the three golden words to her. I couldn’t control my tears as I looked on to the serene white face that had lost its glow, its twinkle and fragrance that was reminding nothing more than pain….

Day 6

I really am unaware of the fact as to why god has cursed me with this stupid biological rhythm that is different than rest of the people(I'm referring to my early sleeping habits here..) Another bright sunny morning and I am once again staring at my mobile phones missed call list. She had called around 1 in the night and me the nut head had missed it again. Arr gh!! I frantically tried her number but no avail. She just did not pick up the call. I consoled my weeping heart thinking she must be asleep considering she was awake last night and looked up at my schedule. OMG!! I had a blog to update overdue. The netbeans blog though taking proper shape had fierce competition to say the least. So I got at it again exploring the IDE, taking snapsots and penning in lines again. My friends may tell you that i am one who lives, eats and breathes technology(geek for short) but my life isn't just about bits and terabytes, but is also about smiles, caresses and emotions too. As I was keying along on my blog I got carried away to the dreamworld several times.

"तेरी यादों मै........." was my phone ringing। I pinched myself to know whether I was dreaming। Ouch! I wasn't। I looked at the phone. It was her call. I jumped to pick it up. She told she wanted to tour around Bekal fort the next day and was coming over. I was more than happy that the last day of my stay would be more than memorable and agreed. The day went on pretty uneventful with occasional daydreams of fluffy touches and quirky smiles. i just couldn't wait for the next day.