Please Come Back Dear ~ Girl’s Feel

21 2012


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Please come back, to make those sorrowful paths as joyful
Please ask my heart to stop screaming …
Now a day, my heart too is not hearing my words …
My eyes is surfing you …
My lips are always murmuring to speak about you …
You had entirely changed me …
amp; you had become everything of mine …
At this time, if you ask ur heart back …
How is it possible to give it back dear … ?
I did not believe in other’s words …
But now i really feel what love is … ?
love is …
Getting the heart &
Sucking the soul day by day, second by second!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This is pain, is also sweeter.
When it is, for uuuuuuuuuuuu.
i have hope that u will come back …
to hear the screamings of my heart &
u will turn my sorrows &
u will fill my fingers &
u will take me miles & miles through out ur life …

Love Story ~ Touching Story

18 2012

A Girl friend gave a challenge to her boyfriend to live a day without her.

No Communication at all and said if he passed it , she will love him forever. The boyfriend agreed.

He never text-ed nor called his girl friend for the whole day without knowing , his girl friend has only 24 hours left because she was dying because of cancer.

After a day, he excitedly went to his girl friend , “I did it baby” but tears as he saw his girl friend lying in a coffin with a note “you did it baby.. Now please do it everyday… i love you ..”

Father and His Daughter – Touching Story

18 2012

One day an 11 year old girl asked her daddy,
“what are you going to get me for my 15th birthday ? ”

The father replied,
“There is much time left.”

When the girl was 14 she fainted and was rushed to the hospital.

The doctor came out and told her dad she had a bad heart and
she is probably gonna die When she was lying in the hospital bed.

She said “Daddy. have they told you i am going to die ?”

The father replied no you will live as he left weeping.

She said “How can you be sure ?”

He turned around from the door and said “I know”

She turns 15 when she is recovering and comes home to find a letter on her bed.

It says , “My Dearest Daughter,

if you are reading this it means all went well as I told you.

One day you asked me what i was giving you for your 15th birthday,

I didn’t know then but now my gift to you is MY HEART.”

Her father donated his heart.

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A Short Touching Story

17 2012

Two friends loved each other very much..

Unfortunately 1 of them died. The 2nd friend was upset & he could not stop his tears. He kept on crying day & night. Many people gave sympathy but nothing could stop his tears….

1 night he slept & had a dream, in which he saw his friend in heaven with so many boys & girls of his age..

He felt relaxed.
But he noticed that everyone was in fairy dress & had a lightened candle in their hands but his friend had a candle which was not lightened…

He asked his friend “Y is your candle not lightened?”

His friend said “whenever i light my candle, your tears fall on it, So dear please stop crying.”

Dedicated to all my friends…
Friendship is always the best relationship!!!!!!!!

Trust in Relationship ~ Touching Story

25 2012

A boy and a girl were playing together. The boy had a collection of marbles. The girl had some sweets with her.

The boy told the girl that he will give her all his marbles in exchange for her sweets. The girl agreed. The boy kept the biggest and the most beautiful marble aside and gave the rest to the girl. The girl gave him all her sweets as she had promised.

That night, the girl slept peacefully. But the boy couldn’t sleep as he kept wondering if the girl had hidden some sweets from him the way he had hidden his best marble.

Moral of the story:


If you don’t give your hundred percent in a relationship, you’ll always keep doubting if the other person has given his/her hundred percent..

This is applicable for any relationship like love, employer-employee relationship etc. Give your hundred percent to everything you do and sleep peacefully.

A Kiss from daughter ~ Touching Story

25 2012

Some time ago, a man punished his 3-year-old daughter for wasting a roll of gold wrapping paper. Money was tight and he became infuriated when the child tried to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree.

Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift to her father the next morning and said, “This is for you, Daddy.” He was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction, but his anger flared again when he found the box was empty.

He yelled at her, “Don’t you know that when you give someone a present, there’s supposed to be something inside it?”

The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and said,”Oh, Daddy, it is not empty. I blew kisses into the box. All for you, Daddy.”

The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little girl, and he begged for her forgiveness.
It is told that the man kept that gold box by his bed for years and whenever he was discouraged, he would take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there.

In a very real sense, each of us as humans have been given a gold container filled with unconditional love and kisses from our children, friends, family and God. There is no more precious possession anyone could hold.

Sad Love Story ( Must Read )

03 2012

There was a blind girl who was filled with animosity and despised the world.

She didn’t have many friends, just a boyfriend who loved her deeply, like no one else.

She always used to say that she’d marry him if she could see him. Suddenly, one day someone donated her a pair of eyes…

And that’s when she finally saw her boyfriend…

She was astonished to see that her boyfriend too was blind…

He told her, “You can see me now, can we get married?

She replied, “And do what? We’d never be happy. I have my eye sight now, but you’re still blind. It won’t work out, I’m sorry.

With a tear in his eye and a smile on his face, he meekly said, “I understand. I just want you to always be happy. Take care of yourself, and my eyes.

A sad Touching story

05 2012

Married or not you should read this…(a must read story)

“When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I’ve got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.

Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?

I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn’t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn’t love her anymore. I just pitied her!

With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.

The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn’t have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.

In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn’t want anything from me, but needed a month’s notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month’s time and she didn’t want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.

This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that every day for the month’s duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.

I told Jane about my wife’s divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.

My wife and I hadn’t had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don’t tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn’t looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.

On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn’t tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.

She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.

Suddenly it hit me… she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.

Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it’s time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.

But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn’t noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office…. jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind…I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.

She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won’t divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn’t value the details of our lives, not because we didn’t love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart. Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I’ll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.

That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed -dead. My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push through with the divorce.— At least, in the eyes of our son—- I’m a loving husband….

The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves.

So find time to be your spouse’s friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!

Sad Love Story

01 2012

Two butterflies were in love.
One day they decided to play hide n seek, they fixed a flower & decided that, tomorrow 1 who will come first & sit on this flower will love the other more. At morning the female butterfly came very early &waited for the flower to open.

When it opened she was shocked to see that, the male butterfly had died inside it, because he was waiting since last night to tell her…!!

“how much he loves her”

Relationship is a Bond

29 2012

A little girl and her father were crossing a bridge;
The father was kind of scared
so he asked his little daughter:
“Sweetheart, please hold my hand so that;
you don’t fall into the river..”

The little girl said:
“No, Dad. You hold my hand.”

“What’s the difference?”
Asked the puzzled father.

“There’s a big difference,”
Replied the little girl..!

“If I hold your hand and something happens to me,
chances are that I may let your hand go.
But if you hold my hand,
I know for sure that no matter what happens,
you will never let my hand go..?”

Moral:
In any Relationship,
the essence of Trust is not in its Bind, but in its Bond.
So hold the hand of the Person whom you Love;
Rather than expecting them to hold yours..:)

Small Story

29 2012

There was a little boy whose 1st love was a young girl in a picture which he found and picked from the street…

As time went by he got married, But still kept it.

One day, his wife found it and asked,
“Where did u get this?”

The man said,
“I kept that since I was a child,
But why r U asking?”

The girl replied,
“I lost this picture when I was 7…”:)