tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30377965680287912802024-02-20T20:27:37.676-08:00Bineka SadhnaniGod's favorite child.Bineka Sadhnanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09112561502510987392noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037796568028791280.post-58431121811132094092013-01-14T04:45:00.002-08:002013-01-14T04:45:19.601-08:00Shifted<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Bineka Sadhnanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09112561502510987392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037796568028791280.post-53693613870382363812012-11-20T05:04:00.000-08:002012-11-20T05:04:53.218-08:00Na koi Bandishey Na koi Zanjeerei <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">There’s always one or more places in the world apart from our
home that we all love. When people travel alone or with close friends to a new
place, they always like, at least most of the time they like it. There are few places where people I think
would always want to places like Las Vegas, Goa, and Mumbai. I would always
wonder what is it that people love so much about Goa ? </span><span style="line-height: 18px;">I've</span><span style="line-height: 115%;"> been there with family
once, I liked it but it’s not something to crave for until of course I went
again with my friends. When I came back I was asked the same questions again
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I loved my Goa trip and when I asked myself the reason for it
I got a very simple answer. The reason I liked it was not because of the
clubbing or the crowd or the beach but the root reason was freedom, nobody
judged us there, nobody cared if we were there lying on the beach at 3am,
nobody bothered what time it was. It was this sudden sense of liberation, of
independence, just being oneself without worrying about how your neighbor’s son’s
daughter’s friend who would go back and make a scene. The reason people prefer
new places, I guess, is because nobody knows them initially there and they let
them be without any social drama. The best thing about Goa was nothing else but
the mere fact I could sit at the beach at 3am, sing as loudly as I want without
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Now I understand when people say why they would like to go to
certain places, it’s not because of clothes, drinks, food or clubbing it’s
about the fact that they are free and most importantly nobody judges them . You
can sit the way you like, dance the way you want, just behave the way you like
without harming anyone. In the end everyone needs freedom, freedom to be.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: white;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"> That’s reason as kids we
would love to go at our grandparents’ house during vacations because we knew mom </span><span style="line-height: 21px;">wouldn't</span></span><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> wake us up early,
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Bineka Sadhnanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09112561502510987392noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037796568028791280.post-42951063107561284172012-11-16T12:33:00.000-08:002012-11-17T01:53:07.936-08:00Ishq-e-Alehadgi (Part I)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Few places just leave us with a thought or maybe more than one, they leave us
with a feeling and one such place would be a beach. Sitting on a beach facing the
sea during the sunset is an experience in its own. Fortunately I just had mine
a while back. Different people experience different things, take different
message from the sea. Few take from the sea, few from its shore and few from
the waves but they all take something back with them. For few people waves are
like people in our lives, they come and go but never fail to touch our lives.
Few people like sitting on the beach as it inspires them, for some feel love,
some feel nature, some feel blue, some just like to get into the sea and drown
their fears and their sorrows. While one perfect evening when I was sitting on
the beach with the most perfect arrangement ever (ones literally picked from
dreams) with a white bed sheet, all friends sitting on it, the sun set, the
beach almost empty, the tides growing higher, the wind getting colder with each
passing hour and of course the pure silence, I thought to myself, “Dude people
say the sea teaches them something. It gives them a message, of hope, of love.
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romance, hope, sorrow, happiness everything. I would feel it for few seconds
and then back to neutral. I felt nothing. It bothered me for some time and I
said to myself “how can you not feel anything Bineka? How is that possible?
It’s the sea; focus Bineka look for nature’s signs.” I felt the wind, looked at
the waves, felt the soft sand, closed my eyes and heard the waves. I just
stopped thinking, was neutral and even then I felt nothing, but now
I wasn't bothered with that nothingness, it was actually very
comforting and beautiful. I was enjoying that nothingness, and my mind was
silent, it was in a no though zone. The feeling was pure and soothing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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had to leave the beach, I opened my eyes, the sun had set, the waves had grown
louder and the winds had become colder, as I was walking back I took my message
from the experience, I heard the sea (or rather Universe) tell me that like
there exists a no man's land; free from names and tags, in the same way there exists
a felling which comes under no banner; happiness or sadness or countless
to name. Nothingness has its own beauty. It comes with a smile when you have
everything you want in life or when you don’t. Nothingness is not negative, it
is peaceful because it is like sea and its waves; complete in its own way, it
has no names, no feelings attached to it. It is just itself, just who it is; naked,
simple, and in its rawest form. It comes in the same form and leaves in the same
, without changing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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necessary to have a feeling attached to something or maybe someone too because
sometimes no feeling is the best feeling. It unburdens your heart, gives your
heart and consciousness a breath. It’s like stopping for a while and enjoying
the journey you already have covered and then smiling, just smiling for no
reason and no feeling attached to it. And for people who don't know what Alehadgi means, it means detachment. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Bineka Sadhnanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09112561502510987392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037796568028791280.post-51452859526141820012012-10-01T06:39:00.000-07:002012-11-02T10:44:48.739-07:00Muhobat iss lamhe mei<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: white;">Most of us wait our entire lives to find that one person who
will stand by us no matter what, who will accept us irrespective of the changes
we undergo, who will always love us. We always dream to live that one special
moment, one moment where we think we’ll live our entire life, in that moment we
think everything would be perfect, pure, clear and beautiful. But sadly most of
the time people die waiting for that special person, waiting for that special
moment and it never comes, neither the person nor the moment or maybe one of
them without another. Because all their lives they worried and they waited for
that person, without thinking about that person who was there with them at that
point of time, who was standing right besides them to give them company while
they were waiting for that someone. People waste their life waiting to live that
special moment and so they don’t live the moments when they come, they judge
them as per their own definition of ‘Special’, and forget to enjoy what’s
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<span style="color: white;">That one person who is right there with you in the present
moment, is all that matters, that person is the most special person because he
loves you and he is there for you right now, he could be your friend, , your
child, your family member, your spouse or could be a mere companion, a
companion; without a name or tag. And every moment with that person is special;
special in its own beautiful and innocent way. You may have a different
definition of ‘special’ and there’s nothing wrong to dream about it or wish for
it to happen, but what is wrong is wasting your present moment thinking about how
it is not perfect and how it is not exactly like what you wished for. </span></div>
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<span style="color: white;">Savor what you have right now and enjoy every moment rather
than waiting for a perfect one, love the people who exists right now in your
life rather than waiting for someone else, because its better to die with many
small special moments than to die waiting for that perfect one that never
occurred because you walked past by it and didn’t recognize it. There is not just one soul mate, there are
many, there is not just one moment but millions of them, why chose when you can
have them all and why wait when you have them right there besides you. Love is
love, it is special in its own way, one cannot categorize it, can just measure
its depth. Love exists everywhere, every time with everyone, we just need to
take off our eyes from the waiting chart and look around to see it, to feel it.</span></div>
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Bineka Sadhnanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09112561502510987392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037796568028791280.post-83791153661191501252012-08-14T11:23:00.002-07:002012-08-14T11:26:46.651-07:00Khaaliq hai Muhabbat <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I always use to think that one needs to and one should fight for his love but now I think if one really loves something he doesn't need to fight , love simply stays because where there is love, there's not a war but peace,plain pure white peace. </span><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">In love you don't really need to GET someone or make him stay in love, he/she already belongs. They belong as naturally as the stars belong with sky. Ever seen sky, call for the stars or being insecure about them ? No, because it knows it in its heart that the stars belong with it. Because they know that this is how its suppose to be. Love is the most natural thing ever. We all are born into it and are surrounded by it.</span><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Love doesnt get created it already exists infact with time it nourishes more and more. Love existed before you and I did and it will exist even after we turn into ashes. It created us and not vice-verse. Love is simply there, its here, its there, its everywhere. Its outside and its within you. Love is not a creation, its the creator, a creator; omnipresent</span><br />
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Bineka Sadhnanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09112561502510987392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037796568028791280.post-76836968883148663532012-07-31T11:30:00.000-07:002012-07-31T11:54:41.083-07:00Maghloob<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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</div>Bineka Sadhnanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09112561502510987392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037796568028791280.post-52332936689364981962012-07-29T10:58:00.001-07:002012-07-31T03:20:39.205-07:00Anjaanepan se jaana (My Martian Friend)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">We often judge people from their work. A cute little martian friend of mine is one such crazy soul who is known for his work. He knows many people, and those many people know his work, appreciate it. But these 'many' don't really know him.</span><br style="text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><br style="text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">There is more to him than his craziness, his perfection and his ideas, he is maybe a crazy silly human but people forget that he's a human. For most of the people around him he is just a perfect machine, a perfect alien . His identity is his work and not the real him. People love his work so much that they don't see anything else beyond that.</span><br style="text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><br style="text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">Sometimes I think he's crazy and weird because he knows that's the only way people will bother to know him , he doesn't let people love him because he's scared that he doesn't deserves to be loved.</span><br style="text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><br style="text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">Tell you what my tiny friend, you have a soul full of love. Beneath all your layers, all the craziness and weirdness, lies a space full of love, care and a space where you are a small innocent kid . All your life a genius has been overpowering that kid, this time let that kid overpower the genius and see the miracles happen.</span>
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Bineka Sadhnanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09112561502510987392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037796568028791280.post-73041418755409915902012-05-19T07:24:00.001-07:002012-05-19T07:25:28.960-07:00Meera se Meera ki Kaayant tak<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif;">All our lives we search for that one perfect love which fulfills all our expectations, all our dreams, makes us happy, never judges us and the flow of love is perennial, but we all fail to find that love. The reason is that its practically impossible for a human being to fulfill <i>all </i>our expectations and as humans its difficult for us to love another human being beyond a point.I think the level of expectations that we all have, can only be fulfilled by the universe.</span></div>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif;">One always wants a Tiara on his head, the Tiara of the universe that constantly showers love and the one that never lets us down. i think only universe is selfless and infinite enough to accept us the way we are and love us back as much as we want. The purest form of love I think is the Meera love for, lets say, The Universe.</span></div>
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<span style="color: white;"><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;">The purest way is the Meera way because through that one surrenders to the universe completely and all the pain, the sadness all goes away. One find peace inside and there comes a point when one merges with the universe and becomes one, becomes the Universe. </span><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;">Becomes infinite like universe, becomes selfless, giving and powerful like the universe. The love of universe is unfathomable, it is the purest and most </span><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;">selfless</span><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"> love one can think of. It only gives and gives and embraces everyone like its child and never complains, it is THE MOTHER of Love.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: white;"><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;">Initially one experiences that love, when one goes the Meera way, and later on one becomes that love.</span><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;">The goal is not to become Meera but the goal is to become the Universe. </span></span></div>
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<i><span style="color: yellow;">When you don't know what to do, don't do anything.Let the universe show you it's miracle.Till then have faith, keep your hopes high and smile. Fake it till you make it :) </span></i><br />
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There are situations in life(many times in life) when we don't know what to do, how to react, how to feel and what to say and how to say it. There are relationships about which we are confused, people whom we cant really judge, problems we cant solve, when such a thing happens (which happens a lot to me) I've learned to do nothing and just go with the flow and let universe decide. The best things that I've had are the things that I've not worked for and have them from universe. Its like universe has a deal with me, God says to me "Bineka all you have to do is, have a desire and have the faith that I'll make that desire come true for you. Don't use your mind and destroy my plan. Just shut up and watch me do a miracle." So I generally let the universe take in charge. Some people may think of this as an excuse for laziness but trust me every time that I'v put in efforts to make my dream come true, I've screwed it up. Here I don't mean dreams like finishing up with my office work or college exams, because for them I actually have to work. Dreams means like attaining peace within, and many other dreams which I cant put it in words but just visualize them as soon as I close my eyes. Maybe its law of attraction, the secret and as Joel Osteen says " Fake it till you make it." I act like I've reached where I wanted to and before I realize it, I am actually there. But one thing that is necessary here is keeping the faith that no matter what happens The Universe is by my side and it loves me. Universe's plan is better than mine and I am the child of most high God.<br />
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<span style="color: white;">While I was getting ready today for work and I just saw this old ring which probably my sister hadn't worn in ages. I just put it on as it matched with my clothes. The moment I put it on, it just made me smile. I dont know why. It did not remind of anyone('coz I haven't been given a ring by anyone, yet), it wasn't a diamond ring either. Its almost the end of the day but still I cant take off my eyes from the ring. Maybe its the 'woman' thing you know, the love for delicate and silver things, or maybe it reminds me of all romantic movies and fairy-tales where the guy goes on his knees for a woman to accept the ring. (the only thing I like about marriage is when the guy proposes and while the wedding they exchange the vows).</span><br />
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<span style="color: white;">Not that I wish to get married or something like that. Its just that its amazing how women find romance in every little thing be a wedding white gown, or a simple little ring or even a photo-frame that has a picture of a couple.No matter how much, we women, become workaholic or stubborn, grow old or whatsoever there's always a little girl deep down who believes in fairy-tales and romance and that prince charming, the mermaids, the tiaras, the butterfly, <i>the magical world.</i></span><br />
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let's not judge others like someone judged us. We never felt good when our parents/teachers
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like the way it flows do you? Why don’t you? Because you know that the universe
has made it this way and so it’s nothing but perfect but we forget that the
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younger siblings teach us to live in the present and enjoy without worrying
about the future,that bully from school taught us not to be heartless, that X
bf/gf taught us to move on and not look back, that strict professor /boss
teaches us things we shouldn't do when we have the power, the person who is
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Couldn’t stop myself guys. So here I am writing about the two most adorable people in my life , Parth and Divya( read it as Radha and Champa), without whom I am almost sad. You know there’s a very weird thing about us, we all know most of the things about each other and yet we never make each other realize that we know it. If Divya is upset or sad, I’ll text Parth to cheer her up, if Parth is in low spirit Divya will text me to cheer him up and the chain goes on. I think this is the beauty of our relationship; we just let one another be. Like there are no compulsions, no expectations, no drama, no guidelines that are to be followed and most importantly there is freedom, we don’t need to tell each other everything but still in our hearts we all know that we can tell anything and absolutely everything to each other with the assurance of full support from the other two. And technically all three of us are different in a way. One is super cute and a Barbie doll, one is a law lover with Eminem in his heart and total Hollywood fan and well the third one is just mental. </b></span></div>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>A day without talking to you guys is not called a day. We don’t bitch about people, we don’t talk serious stuff either, we just well we just talk. Crazy stuff and probably just normal, plain stuff of day to day life that might sound boring to a third party ( here fourth person lol) but the peace is that whatever we talk it’s about each other to each other rather than talking shit about other people. I know normal people use these lines for their bf/ gf but in this case it’s true. When we all are together it’s just US like literally just us, nothing else matters, everybody else just disappears. I still remember when I and Divya are in college sitting next to each other and chatting with Parth , we can’t stop laughing and people around us get pissed off, irritated and at last they just give up on us. My mom is almost so used to me smiling looking at my phone that even if I don’t mention she knows I am talking to these two people. We have different choices at least Parth and Divya do. There hasn’t been a movie that all three of us have liked, at least one of us hates the movie. Right from shopping with Divya for her new sandals to borrowing Parth’s Tshirt, and practically wearing it in college, from passing nasty comments about each others bbm picture to giving a new name to Parth every day it’s all fun total fun with these guys.</b></span></div>
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tu hai to tedhi medhi rahein, ulti pulti baatein seedhi lagti hai
tu hai to jhoothe muthe vaadein, dushman ke iraade sacche lagtein hain
jo dil mein taare vaare de jaga, woh tu hi hai, tu hi hai
jo roote roote de hasa tu hi hai wohi
jaane kyun dil jaanta hai, tu hai to i' ll be all right - (2)"</b></span></pre>
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<span style="color: white;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: left;">One of the greatest pleasures in life is to lessen one’s burden. That feeling when you climb to 10</span><sup style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: left;">th</sup><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> floor and you sit on the staircase, that peace that you get when after a punishment you get to put your hand down, that breath that you catch after you cry, that fleeting moment when your heart feels light. It feels light when it doesn't have any baggage. When the heart is carefree and it is in full agreement with the situations going on outside, when there’s nothing that is stopping it from telling what it wishes to- yes that one feeling of being aware of your own self, your own being. But it isn’t this simple, isn't this easy(at least not for me) to tell someone what exactly you feel, especially if it’s something that makes you look weak, or any less stronger than what you want to portray. </span></span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="color: white;"><b>Sometimes I just feel alone and lonely and maybe scared that people might not understand what I feel and so I don’t tell them. But I am a human being and probably a sensitive one, more sensitive than I show , and I too wish to lessen the burden of my thoughts; no matter if they are crazy or mature or intelligent, to lessen my burden of emotions; no matter if they negative or positive or maybe just neutral, to lessen the burden of my heart; no matter if its pain or happiness, but I just wish to lessen my burden and maybe that’s the reason why words and paper are my best friends.</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b> Ones who stand by me when I am alone, ones who have witnessed me crying, ones who have taken me to a place where I always wanted to be, ones who allow me to be just me. And now with this last line I feel light and there’s a smile on my face which doesn't come even if I am with my friends , a smile which doesn't come even when my bf says that he loves me, not even when my dad gives me a surprise or my mom cooks my favorite dish. This is a smile that comes when I am just ME; plain, honest, weak, tired, angry, rebellious, strong, sensitive, snobbish whatever I am this paper accepts me the way I am it doesn't judge me, its unbiased and it’s like an ocean which opens its arms to everything and still is silent.</b></span></span></div>
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<strong><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Okay so this is exactly what I was going through, I was pissed off, alone, couldn’t sleep, and maybe suicidal (for a couple of hours). Suddenly my best friend called me up just to catch up, he tried a lot to ask me if I had some problem and if I wanted to share with him, but I refused. We hung up. But after the phone call I started to feel better. You know why? Not because I needed someone to talk to or because I was missing him but I felt good because he said “don’t know about others but I am proud of you.” These few words were enough for me to free my emotions. Right after hanging up his phone, my tears rolled down. I realize that what I needed were just few kind but genuine words. All of us once a while need someone to tell us that we are important and are needed. Maybe I sound as someone very weak but this is how it is. Most of the time we are busy making people happy and sometimes we expect them to do the same, this is where the problem comes,when you expect from people. But also these situations tell you who is the one who understands you when no one does. So next time if I see someone upset, I’ll walk up to him and tell him what I feel for him just like what my best friend did. Thank you Siddharth. That’s all I can say. Glad to have you in my life J J J</span><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></strong></div>
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