Best had to meaning in hindi Shayari, Status, Quotes, Stories & Poem.
In the rain, saunter with me sacking the umbrella from its job,
hold my hand as we move further.
Piercing the time of past, lets recall that rainy day and our lab that had built the initial bridge of our love.
Being a bully, I never used to do sincerely the experiments of lab that too in the company of girls.
On that day, when we had to measure the flow rate of venturi meter, I hadn't done anything except witnessing your aeonian beauty.
My eyes had witnessed those gorgeous and inquisitive eyes of yours.
With the end of the experiment, you had looked into my eyes writing the readings in my lab record.
That was the first time when a girl of my engineering college had dared to do so being aware of my notoriety.
Like the outside rain that had touched the glasses of windows, you had touched the beats of my heart.
Submitting the record, as all we had left the lab, holding the umbrella, you moved towards hostel with your friends and like a nomad who had got his address, I had walked parallel to you in bare rain.
At the entrance of your hostel, when all your friends had left winking at you, you had wanted me to take the umbrella for my return to my own hostel, the daring hero in me had proposed you for acceptance.
Coming closer and whispering the magical words, you had wetted yourself in rain covering me under the roof of your umbrella.
Getting my answer, I had felt an extraordinary throb in my heart that I had never experienced before.
Never In My Wildest Dreams
You came into my world like high beams on some two lane highway in the middle of a desert night; just as I lost the fight between thirty more miles and pulling over for a nap until sunrise. Fracturing my momentary dream into a million pieces of panic and surprise as your light burned through the lids of my eyes and your horn’s noise grabbed at nerves that shook my insides alive.
I remember the giant halo of your glow and light coming head on, the fog in my brain was overwhelming, as muscle memory spurred both hands and they registered on the wheel. My grasp was wrapped tight and pulled sharply, sending me into a wrenching swerve; a sudden desperate attempt to avoid our impending collision, as you careened head long my way. In the moments that came, I couldn’t tell if you were slowing or attempting to avoid the obstruction of my vehicle that had wondered into your lane. I only knew the fear as my life flashed before my frozen, bulging eyes. I felt my knuckles strain, threatening to rip flesh, as they pulled against the tension of my grasp on the wheel.
I remember feeling my knee slam under the dash as terror took me and I over compensated. With pang in knee, I stabbed my foot back down at the break. I remember the feeling of gravity shift as my vehicle began to swerve and my body flatten into the door panel as I began the fight to regain control of my vehicle, careening down that lonely highway.
I remember my body recognized and felt something I couldn’t have truly felt. At least something felt different, this specific time, than any other before or after. Both the fear of loosing control and this new feeling are forever linked somehow. It was something I felt as my shoulder pressed into the drivers side door panel: the feel of the gravel beneath my tires, not in the normal sense of peeling out, or hot rodding around a turn, or when you are navigating a gravel incline and a tire slips, spinning a bit. But, I remember feeling every, single, piece, of gravel, as my tires slid over them, like they were brail desperately attempting to be read by someone with an untrained hand.
And suddenly, I remember, I was fighting gravity to avoid being thrown into the empty passenger seat next to me; with the dutiful assistance of my seat belt I remained square in seat. By this point my perspiration was beading at my brow and my palms were slick and damp. The smell filling my nose was terrible: rubber skidding across tar and the metal chemical burn of clutch mixed with burning metallic fumes of locked, red hot breaks. The noxious smoke produced from the instant tire tread wear of tires attempting to grapple with the texture of pavement at sixty miles per hour and the dust thrown up from the narrow desert road was thick in the air as my vehicle began to spin violently. This must have been one of my wildest dreams.
Your tail lights passed by my view out the front windshield a few times before I came to a slow, lazy roll backwards, eventually coming to a halt on the pavement; vision now dizzy and disoriented. My motion had not stopped however. The spinning had turned my head into one of those twirling carnival rides and transformed my extremities into shaking nerve noodles, who’s vibration emanated from my core.
Regaining my composure, I found myself immediately worried about who I had almost collided with and what state they were in; my concern seemingly met with reply as your hazard lights lit up from the tail lights of your vehicle ahead. I remember blood pumping in my temples as I raced toward your vehicle, grateful to be alive, and grateful you were still on the road and in one piece as well. Closing the distance to your flashing hazards just hoping you were okay. I felt embarrassed and foolish for putting myself, and you, at risk not stopping a few miles back. I prayed you were not scared or upset with me. Not knowing what to expect as I slowed to a jog nearing your vehicle, I took in the details of the multiple spins my vehicle completed as it whipped round and round directly down the center of the highway. I took in the sight of fresh tread on the pavement left by my tires, scrawled like a signature of some artist signing their work of near miss.
I remember as I looked up again to where your vehicle had come to a stop, that you too where now running my direction. As we approached each other I could tell we both did a quick visual assessment of each other, our vehicles, the tire tread scrawl on the road. We asked each other if the other was okay and learned no harm had come to the other other than shaken nerves and a bit of embarrassment on my part.
I remember hearing your laugh for the first time as we sat on the side of that highway in the middle of the night and lost track of time. We talked about everything, and nothing, as we watched the stars and smiled at each other honestly. Morning came faster than either of us expected announcing it’s a rival gloriously. The sunrise was exceptionally beautiful that morning. As we peacefully watched, finally pausing in conversation for the first time since we met, we took in it’s orange, blue, yellow, and pink shifting colors sharing glances at each other now and then, smiles and blushing cheeks as we did.
As the morning sun’s heat set upon our skin and the brightness of the desert view began to become overwhelming you turned to me with a smile. I remember taking your business card and the electricity fire through my fingertips as our hands touched for the first time.
Your touch felt so exotic then, like some distant land I had read a million books about and knew every detail of but had only learned from in the texts written in those pages. I imagine I looked like an adventurer, captivated and in awe, as they stepped of an old steam engine train onto a new landscape. Amusing the locals watching a new traveler standing starstruck seeing, smelling, and feeling the foreign environment they had read so much about but were only experiencing in person for the first time.
As I put your business card into my wallet, so many unknown feelings and pressing questions that I wanted to ask you were coming to my head fighting each other for place in line and internally pleading for one more second of your time. They were interrupted by one major new question I hadn’t considered so distracted by my internal conflict.
When would I would see you again? This question was followed by an even larger: Would I see you again? I was so caught off guard at their staggering weight I remember feeling intimidated by how much it meant to me. I chickened out. I didn’t ask and though in that moment didn’t know what to do with myself, or my shaken emotions, as we said our good byes.
Before you turned to depart I managed to make sure you too had my number and awkwardly, shuffled back, half facing you, half trying to walk away. I could tell you noticed in the words your smile always seemed to hold.
I remember you driving away and the stress I felt realizing we were going in opposite directions for the first time since we met and how something immediately felt missing in my world. I remember kicking myself not wanting to end up just some guy who you met and called you down the road or being just a story of a time you almost got hit head on by some guy in the middle a desert one night. A bit late, but just in time, I buckled my seat belt and decided not to become that guy. I threw my vehicle in drive and accelerated after you. Headed in your direction for the first time.
My heart raced as I drove fast to catch up to your vehicle once again and as I pulled up behind you, obnoxiously got your attention with my horn and the flashing of my lights. I couldn’t believe I had chased after you like a crazy! What would you think of this? Was I crazy?
As you stepped out of your vehicle your beauty was staggering and I confidently acknowledged, almost applauded myself; I had made the right decision. I jogged up to you on the pavement of that two lane highway and blurted out “When will I see you again?!”. Your laugh told me everything as it often did, I would learn.
I canceling my plans, my new job would have to wait, or I’d find a new one when I got to my destination. I suddenly had you placed at the center of my life’s main screen and didn’t for one second consider what else was on outside in my periphery. Everything seemed like it mattered just a little bit less than the focus my mind found when trained on you. I spent the day with you, headed in your direction. We played, both lost in the world together, on a new adventure, and loving every moment of it.
By that evening I was already in love, and knew it as for the first time I watched the sunset reflect forever in your eyes. I will never in my wildest dreams forget your smile when I admitted my love to you as we watched those stars again, together, that second night.
I also remember how we really met, and this isn’t it! Not even close! But it sure could have been. I mean, some things are similar to how we met all those years ago. You do remember don’t you?
The night we first met we were hurling in each other’s direction at a million miles per hour and barely missed colliding. That near miss put us into permanent dance as we orbited each other - dancing in and out of each other’s life, always friends, lovers, strangers, family; whatever we needed to be for the other at that specific moment in time. The first night we met I knew I had met the most amazing woman and I couldn’t believe that I had finally found you; never in my wildest dreams did I think you were really out there.
We did watch the stars and talked until the sun came up. We also spent the next day playing together and I really did watch the sunset reflect forever in your eyes. I did fall in love with you, only immediately, almost at first sight.
My love switch flipped the very moment you said “Hiiii” that way you did. Your mysterious brown eyes - strands coloring them wonderful, as your cheeks smiled for days. They reached into me latching onto my heart and I did not resist the comfort of your grasp. There was just something so familiar in the way you drew me in and made a place for me in your world. I felt like I had seen this smile of yours before somewhere and it belonged right after that “Hiiii”, and right in front of me. There was also something so familiar in the way you said my name, always smiling, you giggled a lot more back then.
I chased after you and that smile, following the echoes of that giggle from that moment on without any regret and loved every moment you chased me back laughing as we played. I remember how grateful I was getting to know you, and how grateful I always will be to have spent all the moments we shared through the years, building our story. The rest of that story and how we really first met is ours. A story to be remembered another time I think.
I remember the many other things that are similar in the story I have told but happened completely differently, to a completely different moment, in a completely different part of our story that I’d like to share in this letter to you. I think it is supposed to help...telling you these things, we always shared our deepest feelings with each other and It’s hard holding them all by myself. I’m working on it, love, I promised. Writing these letters to you and the chapters of our time together contained within.
In this part of our story, the true part of this story, and part of our chapters I’m sharing in this letter is a moment where I remember a collision that happened head on and it all started with a phone call.
I remember we were both asleep at the wheel and wholly unprepared as I raced down the highway to you. I remember how sudden the impact came after I reached your side. I remember the pain and jarring as your light in my world, that light that engulfed my vision completely, was in a moment no longer present. I remember my confusion as my momentum came to a complete, and immediate, stop. I remember that I didn’t even have time to scream or brace myself as everything in my world shattered in a devastating explosion and all it’s shiny pieces showered into the air around me. I remember that I didn’t even have both hands on the wheel as my life turned upside down. I remember that there was no seat belt to fasten me in as my breath choked in my throat, stalled, as if suspended mid air.
I remember the look, taste, sound, smell, touch, and feeling of every, single, thing, in that hospital room. I remember the smell of my tears in your hair. I remember how soft your skin was and that your fingernails were not painted like they normally were as I held your hand. I remember the feeling of my nerves as they achieved complete pandaemonium within me. I remember I was trembling as I struggled to breath between crying, then breathing, then crying, tasting the snot running from my nose mixed with the salt that clung to my face as I sat at your side. I remember hearing the sobs in the room as your heart rate monitor stopped blinking. I remember that exact moment you left me. I remember all of the feelings I felt at that moment as my emotions burned deep within and imprinted them as if by brand, permanently emblazoned on my soul. I remember not having the words for them then and I still do not have words for them now.
I remember every single detail, reflected in the pieces of my world as they crashed to the polished surface of the tiny room’s grey and white checkered tile floor. I remember that for the first time in a long time we were no longer running toward each other, or in the same direction together, and you weren’t there to make sure I was okay. I remember praying that you would be okay but my heart didn’t hear the echo of yours anymore to be sure. I remember hoping you were not lonely just minutes after you left and began crying: differently, because I didn’t know how to be there for you like I promised I always would be. I remember wanting so badly to chase after you, especially in the months that followed your funeral to keep that promise I made. I remember wanting to make sure you weren’t alone and be by your side as you took off on this new adventure to make sure you got under way okay. I remember trying to lighten my mood and joke about you making a new friend jealous, telling them about a guy that loved you unconditionally in another life. But, I remembered I could not chase you this time; I couldn’t be there to hold you if you happened to fall in love with him and he broke your heart. There was no catching up to you minutes down the road, just to see your smile again and hear you laugh at me for being silly. There was no way to pick you up off the ground and piece your heart back together with pieces of mine if it was broken this time.
I can only hope you receive all the letters like this one and that you are able to answer my call when I get home. We can meet in the middle of some two lane highway in the clouds, talking about life down below, or everything, or nothing, and laugh at the concept of time.
I can’t wait for that moment I see you again and we can remember all the years since the night we first met and remind each other how that story really went. I want so badly to be reminded exactly how it feels seeing the sunset reflect forever in your eyes like I used to.
I remember you every single day and wrote this letter to remind you: that more than anything, I patiently wait to learn how we finish our story, because never in my wildest dreams, could these stars be as beautiful as I remember, all those moments, I spent watching them with you.
Now I can call the watch that you had given me on that day is a lavish gift.
I have no opportunity in my hand to stop you, even if I tear some pages of answer sheet, you can't top in the exam.
You will be no more here to compete with me in exams of my engineering college.
You have qualified yourself for the medical entrance and the eminent word doctor will be your embellishment. The classes of first semester and the lectures, the labs are still fresh in mind. On the result day, I had been declared as the winner of the branch for the first semester.
In the tune of happiness, when my eyes had discovered you crying over the obtainment of second position of the branch. I had tried to calm you down. You were outstanding throughout your career and this mere defeat had troubled you. Time had fleeted, we all had sprinted through the activities of classes and lab. The second semester was ready to take our test of patience, hard work and dream. All branch mates appeared for all the papers and for the last paper before submitting my answer sheet, I had torn three pages before you could have stopped me.
With a thought that it was enough and you will come first, I smiled, but a slap on my face flabbergasted me.
'How can you do that, how can you spoil your career for me, leave your madness, I can't be your lover, I can't be your lover, I am about to leave this college to fulfil my dream of becoming a doctor?'you yelled.
Dropping tears, I unfolded that I was in love with you.
Making me wear your father's watch, you whispered,'keep it my friend, this is for your sincerity and innocence and this may be the token of our love, if we graduate from the respective field and still can discover the same innocence of love in us in future'.
At the bus stop she stood again,
It was too early, yet she stood there in the rain,
Her shoes all muddied like the view of people with no ground,
Heart buckled, throat croaked with the tie around,
Nails done perfectly with bits of dirt under it,
Initials of people who weren’t really people on her skin sits
Like cheated words written for the next lesson,
But she had bigger problems coming up than her undone bun,
The bus will soon show up,
They’ll see through her, the scaredy pup,
‘Dumb as a club’, ‘Good-for-business in pubs,’
‘Toad in the fishes’ tub,’ ‘Bloody scrub,’
‘Ideal for making subs’, ‘Ideal for touching up in subs’,
‘Teeny snaggy shrub,’
Zero hated the bus,
Other were rude and always cussed,
Made fun of her cuts,
Always called her nuts,
Smacked her butt,
They had too much guts,
They had, ‘Chal hat!’
She had undone sums,
And a throaty lump,
But she still made it to school,
School, where nothing and everyone was cool,
Where she was made to feel like a fool,
‘Zero, you still haven’t learnt your lesson!
Throw away this idea of heaven,
Freshen up with some tension,
We are ready to teach,
You better preach,
Don’t be a bitch,
Sew your lips in a stitch,
Don’t wear this dressing,
Don’t have your legs in a crossing,
Don’t dream, it’s a sin,
Or You will be poisoned with safety pins,’
Zero nodded and concurred,
She had seen and observed,
Her presence was absurd,
Always behind, she didn’t have value put forward,
Liked as much as a dish of gourd,
Present everywhere and taken for granted like God,
She wasn’t a natural number card,
Or so she thought,
Until she meant Ten and her tongue was in a knot,
Life’s meaning she got,
He wasn’t every day’s tater tot,
Someone who made you feel a lot,
Someone who could save your sinking boat,
Someone who made things vanish and zero forgot
She rose like anything,
He was the king, who made zero her queen,
Took her to Beijing, got her to learn Mandarin,
Zero was no longer nil,
Zero knew stuff now to pay her bills,
Ten and zero climbed hills,
Zero no longer had thoughts of pills,
She lived life for the thrills,
She was bolder until ten too left,
He had found a ninety instead,
So zero cried to sleep in bed,
Ate food because she was needed to be fed,
Zero cursed herself for a stupid head,
‘Bloody, good-for-nothing, see, even Ten fled,
Left you over here to be dead,’
She did the same routine until she rose up from the bed,
Started going for a walk instead,
She had dreams of being wed to ten,
She hung from a thread for ten,
It was only until it broke that
She rose up from the dead,
Wrote the words on a paper desk,
Screamed them aloud until there was no dread,
Until there was no bad,
Until despair was dead,
Until she was ‘Creatively, ingenious mad’
Until her croaky throat was the trend,
Wrote her song with a sore hand,
That’s how much practice she had,
Zero’s words then spread,
She said what other numbers only felt,
They put her ahead,
Her voice had them shed their tears,
Their tears had words now, they said.
‘The thing was, I was misled,’
Zero finally said,
‘I had a cape in my closet,
I dusted it, and wore it,
It made me fly,
Helped me touch sky,
I was divided,
Now I’m multiplied,
She shouted, Ten finally could see
Her perform, she stood on top of numerical sea.
She once said in an interview
‘There was a guy who once left me for ninety,
Now, I’m bigger then they could ever be,
I’m just me,
And that just makes me stronger, you see,
I’m the enigma, now everyone wants to be me,
The Indian with a mystery,
With a neglected history,
You relate to me,
Now I know why you buried me in the burrow,
I was the hidden, undiscovered Pharaoh!’