Idea I picked up from a popular website (yep u guessed it right). Let's make our own version. I will be posting mine next.

 We had two options, either to live for ourselves or die for people.
We had a split and some of us chose first option  and we chose the latter one.
People now listen to those who chose the first option and they are ruling the country and dividing the people.  
We are here standing on the middle of the street crying for help to stop our own people killing each other. No matter how much we cry or yell , our voice and thoughts are enclosed inside our statues at sahid gate.

What goes around comes around..
I was six and Sumit was two when our mother passed away. Whenever anyone talked about our mother, he always made the same sad face, I named 'Sunyata'.
Bimala Fupu (dad's sis) visited us this afternoon. She held my 10 months old daughter, Shriya, and said - Little princess has same face as her granny and also smiles exactly like her.
Hearing this, Sumit grabbed her from Fupu's lap, smiled, kissed Shriya on cheeks and held her feet up to his head.

His entire life together with her glowed between his palms. The maze of wrinkles on her face guided him through sixty years of sheer love.

She seemed to blush.

He carressed and kissed her lips one last time, and whispered lovingly, "You must have gotten truly tired of breathing."

 great stories peepz - keep 'em comin!

 "it's just lunch!"  "she is new in town and works near where you work." i said alright what the heck. woke up looking forward to the blind lunch date. actually not really, we became FB friends couple days ago so i probably know more about her than her parents do.

go to work little late because i took some extra time to look good and put on something nice. didn't do a thing at work other than check her FB page some more as she's got bazzilion pictures. 

finally it's lunch time and im on my way. tick tock (my cell sound when i get text). message read "so sorry can't do lunch today, can we reschedule for next week". replied back "sure, i will let you know soon".

not sure "date lunch" will ever happen as i see her request for rescheduling as a sign/signal from upstairs. 

to be continued....maybe!

I work endless hours; night, day, weekdays and even weekends are same for me. People come..use me and leave when they get tired of me. It's Sunday evening..  lights are off, and I am in slumber. A poke and I am awake...

...remote connection?? I am an office PC and I approve this message....

 "So how did you meet my brother?"
"We were classmates in TC" he replied.
So we ended that conversation saying that he would come to my city for work and I'd send some stuffs back home as he is going to Nepal after 2 months.
After a month, he hurried to go to Nepal. Some nigga at work gifted him hot lead piece in his warm chest. The amount for the gift, I was about to send, I gave him in cash via paypal, so that he can swim in the stream from his parents eyes. 

Waiting in the gereral checkup room for blood and urine report. Its weird how hundred of things rush at once in the impatient mind. Are they always late to get back to you? How long do I have to wait? I hope everything is okay.
And, I hear a knock at the door. A pleasant looking girl peeps in and says " Sorry, you might have to come back next week for more examinations."

 This poor fella takes his wife for a driving lesson. Its been almost three months but her driving is not improving. She gets nervous when changing gears and panics hell of a lot when she sees incoming large vehicles. This time, she run over red light twice already its because she doesnt want stop fearing she might stall the engine and get scolded. When they were approaching a junction there was a massive truck turning left on her way. He told her to lower the gear and slow down but the fear of large vehicles and panic attack she asked, "where is the gear? where is the gear?" in trembling voice. This made her husband gone ballistic and mad, he unzipped his pant, flashed his manhoood,  grabbed her hand off the stearing wheel and screamed " here is the f***ing gear". Oopsy daisy! she slammed the brake and swerved the car like in holywood movies. Unfortunately, car got overturned and the rescue workers had to pull this guy out of the car with his manhood dangling.

 I met her in my first semester. We got along with each other, after a while we started living together. In December of 2010, she had terrible news, she was having baby. I tried to convince her to go for abortion. She was too caring to go for that. It inflamed a big arguement , and ultimately a big fight. She left everything and went back to Nepal even without informing me. I was okay for first few days, but then I started realizing how much did I love her and how stupid I became. I felt very guilty and planned to go to Nepal  to meet her , apologize and to ask to marry me. Bought engagement ring and sorry card . I travelled back to Nepal and finally I went to her home. Her younger sister open the door and told me what happened after she came to Nepal. Then I realised I was too late to apologise, and she couldot forgive me even she would like to. I couldnot control, turned back and returned home . I cried a lot over my stupidity. I came back to us . I tried to forget whatever I did, but I couldnot. Each day kills me. Even though I smile and laugh with friends, deep within heart , I am crying all the times. 
 Everyday I wake up and snooze the alarm, the same ring I bought for her which is now  infront of our photo ,reminds me of the whole thing. Though it is painful , I try to control tears. Today , I cried once again. Feb 05- 2012 , exactly one year from the day she was found breathless in her room.

 A strange Coca Cola bottle label that reads, "SHAKE WELL BEFORE USE". ;)

 "We have been good friends for many months now; and you are, indeed, a very desirable man. I think it's time we got to know eachother better."

Suddenly his confidence bloated in ecstasy -- she broke the ice!

"Ummm...lemme just be blunt...I am not straight!"

I affectionately called her Subi. People complained she was too old for me. I didn't listen, since she was my first. We spent many nights together. I particularly remember the cold night under the stars, being intermittently blinded by the lights from the parking lot. But things changed. She started making disturbing noises and nearly broke down. That's when I traded in my 1998 Subaru for a new car!

FF

Three years in the rut, this was it, it was now or never, ever. He opened the envelope, wildly shuffled through the pages. Elation. He'd made it, this was it, this was now, this was real, this was victory....

"पुग्यो?"
"अँ!"
"मलाई त पुगेन।"

“Your frustrations stem out a tad bit from your jealousy Mr. Parker. Jealousy for your brother.
While I don’t think it is out of line, and believe it is totally understandable, it still don't think it is a healthy thought.
From now on, don’t think what your brother can do when you start a project…think what YOU can do.”

“Thanks Doc. I will try to remember what you said. Take care now.”

“Take care, my secretary will send you the bill later. And please give my regards to your step-brother, Spidy.”

 She looked at him with disgust and disbelief. Tears rolled down her eyes. She turned around and left for the last time. "Sometimes you have to hurt someone to let them heal": he thought. He had willingly lost it all; for her and for himself. He had no choice. The pain came back.

 

I feel like it’s the end of the world. I get confused trying to figure out what is the purpose of this life. How can this affect my life so adversely? Nothing is motivating enough. The more you try to stay away more it hurts.  Sometimes, I contemplate of a spoiled and stubborn kid who gets everything he /she desires and relate to my situation. Am I not being like that stubborn kid?
I dont know what future holds.............