>>>>Nirman broda ko thread ta dating spot bhako cha ni sajha ko. Nice work nirman bro. eheheheheheehe. Thank u harke broda..hehehe Love story ma naya patra haaru chhan..aaf aafnai naatak dekhaundai chhan...heheheheeheheeh >>>>Sristi ji, the exact same phrase that you mentioned, made me feel like a lil filmi. Instead of 'killing somebody" I'd have prefered something like " what'd I not do....... , Or I wish I'd do more for that smile"... yestai yestai. Do not take it otherwise. I absolutely love the story. It's just my point of view. k ho indi broda...mero lekhai aarule man parayo bhanera dahaa garne...Nirman lai yo kura man parena...(Raate eestyle ma) >>>>Hey Nirman... waiting for ur another piece..kahile aaucha?? to be continued bhanera kurda kurda patience nai sakki sakkyo... anyways... nice work...hope to read the rest of ur story pretty soon... good luck!! Thank you for your appreciation and sorry for keeping you waiting...but here is another part...hope u enjoy it too...: ************************************ Those days were surely amazing. Hanging out together even we were not speaking with each other, I still cherish the every moments of those hangouts as sweetest memories (although, numbers of hangouts I can county on fingers, four to be exact). With her feeling so free to laugh and feeling out of all those miseries at home, I sure was happy that at least I could make someone feel FREE. I never thought that was a feeling of love, as I must have been too much affected by the feeling of love shown in the hindi movies. With me inviting my cousin and her every time going out for movies, Pee surely felt something different. "Oyee, talai yeuta kura sodhaun hai?? (Hey, can I ask you something??)" He couldn?t keep his curiosity with himself that day. "Bhan na (Tell me!!)" "Talai tyo Christian man parchha ho??(Do you like that Christian??)" Blushed I was, and I fired back, "Nakara mula, tero dimaag kharaab bhayo ki k ho?? (Shut up idiot; have your mind gone crazy??)" "Hoina man parchha bhane kina naboleko naatak garchhas?? (Why do you act of not speaking if you like her??" He retaliated. "Jhan m*$i, ticket lina sajilo huncha bhanera lyaayo, jhan k k bhando raichha..nakaraa Mula (I just bring her so that we can bring her so we get ticket easily, and you are trying to set me up for that??)" I tried to sound angry, but failed apparently. "Hyaa m*$i, hoina talai man parchha bhane tellai bhan matra bhaneko. (Nope, I just wanted to say, tell her if you love her, that?s all.)" He concluded. "Aafno man parya lai char barsa dekhi tulu tulu herya herai matra garchha, aajha malai sikaunchha sale (You haven't even spoken to one you love for last 4 years, now you are teaching me.)" I shouldn?t have said all this, but words had come out and couldn?t be taken back. I may have hurt Pee, he remained silent. That day and for one or days after two, I felt little different about the feeling I have for her, but I was not sure if that was feeling of love or something else but it sure was feeling of coziness I had with her, and only with her those days, which I forgot to analyze on upcoming days. I hadn?t any feelings about the cross cultural boundaries we had in our society, but after this incident I sure felt, it was an unnecessary propaganda set up by some people who want other people who are in minority in our society as outlaws. My mom had invited her family to our mamaghar for the yearly festival (jatra to be exact). She sure was happy as she had no near cousin of herself whom she can hang out with, and feeling of going to a mamaghar must have overwhelmed her. I myself had been little uncomfortable at first as I was sure, my other cousin would make big fuss about it and will tease me, but I cared less for that She and her mother(her father was busy somewhere) visited my mamaghar with us that year, and they sure enjoyed every moment of it. The jatra itself had been a very new experience for her, with the coloured lakhes dancing around, people gathering at streets to catch the glimpse of dances, people fighting just to get chance to play the Dhime and Narsingh, jokers wanting people to laugh with their silly acts. She sure had felt good; she showed that with a spark in her eyes. But after that visit they made, there was another big fuss at my mamaghar rather than fuss my cousin would have made. It was fine until, somehow, my mamaghar family found out they were Christian after all, and they told my mom not to bring them another time around. When I heard that, I felt a anguish in my mind, anger in my eyes, and I made promise to myself, I will never visit my mamaghar again, if they have such narrow thinking. Promise didn?t last forever, but I sure didn't visit my mamaghar for another 7 or 8 months. ************************************