A city of dreams, a city with full of people, always in the world you will find some or the other around you unless you are alone..ha ha ha jokes apart, the builder of the world never thought who to place where and when he/she just started and went on and on and on. So, following this rule the biggest creation on earth never builds a city with some personal intention. It just comes on and on and on.
Ahmedabad to Ahmedabad
"wake up dear wake up"
"yess mom"
"will you now??"
"yess mom"
"c'mon beta"
"mom please some more time"
"2 min please I have to leave"
"by the way what's the time mom???"
"8:30 am"
"what the f......?????"
Mommmm please help me am late..
Mom:-as usual..yess dear..
8:34 am and by now the city bus would have arrived...mommmmmm please qucikly....
mom:--yess my son...
8:40 am and by now all the seats would have been occupied...mommmm am leaving..
mom:-bye beta..take care..go safely..
"yess mom bye"
God please please please please help me today from tomorrow no more of watching porn sites and wasting time..
ohh God bus all seats are occupied and 1 hrs 30 min of journey fckk would be so tired.
A beautiful gal dressed up in the an executive attire was staring and it all started then.......
10 years later......
somewhere in pakistan
Ahmedabad, a first look with the city was calm..With lush green trees all around the house.Nothing as such to roam and talk much about as the place was least populated in the country. First look love type it was and here it was with the city..ha ha ha....
A one fine morning a voice was echoing in mind..karan karan karan....and it was her from behind...
back to the present
somewhere in india
She was staring and was having a close look at the legs..Ignoring all this, the legs started running and she started running as well and crashed together at the bus as there was only one seat to deal with...POOJA..the gal from the next road would usually come in the bus no.34/3. POOJA, a beautiful gal, full of ambitions and goals and hard worker , as would do anything to achieve them..How come I know her??? ohhh...C'mon she is my WIFE...............................
10 years later
somewhere in pakistan
Pooja...oo ghosh phewww you scared me..where in the world where you was searching for you since 2 long hours.O'com love had gone to the market to buy the things.
"Thank god now you are home let's get back to the work as soon as possible else...you know the rest of the thing..."
"yess I know let's get back to it quickly"
back to present
somewhere in india
Vow vow vow this are the first words that actually comes to anyone's mind after looking at her. Thank god she noticed me at the bus-stop, thank god we fought for the final seat of the bus, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha...cut it down..and the battle for the seat continued. Respecting woman's is a good habit and allowed her to settle on the seat comfortably, with a cruel but kind intention of making her new girlfriend. In fact we exchanged the formalities with each other and the making of a deep thriller love started..number's exchange..addresses exchange..parties..late night talks..rest you all can understand.....
One fine morning mobile rang brmmmm brmmmm..and it was her...
"good morning love you awake??"
"yess pooo..morning wassupp??"
"I need to say you something"
"what it is??"
"I kinda want to tell this very early"
"yeah c'mon say what it is??"
"I wanted to tell this thing as soon as possible"
"baby say it"
"Stupid, idiot , donkey don't you understand now??"
"I love you pooja"
"this is what i wanted//love you too karan"
"whoopss mom did you hear any thing???"
"no what i didnot hear that you love pooja"
"mommmmmm......"
"bring her home somedayyy"
"sure mom why not today???"
pom pom pom pom pom pommm popopom
"it all ended in a marriage...."
It was all going good....pooja's parents were living somewhere in USA...she was also about to leave probably next year, but she won't...all were very happy..
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Samip Shah
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Samip Shah
