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As always, everyone in this story is eighteen years or older. This is a completely standalone story totally apart from my intricately related other ones.

A heads-up for those with short attention spans: this is long. Look elsewhere for a quick fix. I won't judge you for looking for something shorter and please don't judge me.

A heads-up for the squeamish types too: there are equal parts incest and anal here. Hope that's your cup of tea.

Enjoy.

Words on Skin: A little sister can't say some things out loud

*~*~* Part I *~*~*

Lizzie watched as her best friend Jessica brushed past her brother again on her way through their kitchen. The house was packed full of people and there was plenty to eat and drink in every room but Jess still managed to find a reason to swing through the kitchen every fifteen minutes to flirt with her brother.

"Heya stud," Jessica smiled, "it really is nice to see you back around these parts again. I kinda missed you." She winked, nodded at Lizzie and wandered off again with a few gratuitous wiggles of her curvy hips.

Lizzie's brother leaned into her with the question she saw coming, "Okay, what's with Jess? Does she like me now or something?"

Lizzie smirked and waited until Jessica turned a corner out of earshot. "Let's just say she likes the kinds of things she could do with you."

"And what kinds of things might they be?"

"You're the dumbest smart guy I know but even you're not that dumb. Either take that frisky cheerleader friend of mine upstairs and find out for yourself or stay down here and hang out with your adorable kid sister. Sounds like a close one. Want me to get a coin for you to flip, Scooter?"

"Don't bother dog-girl, I'm going with plan A."

Lizzie watched her brother toddle after Jessica. As consolation, she took a long swig of her beer, swallowed, and howled softly to herself, "Bawoo."

Her brother Richard was a year older and actually was the dumbest smart guy she knew. Sometimes she swore he couldn't see the nose in front of his face. He was pure book smarts from head to toe. He'd steamrolled through high school - racking up the highest GPA in the school's history then nailed a perfect SAT. He'd even be finishing up his undergraduate ahead of schedule. Less than three years for a physics degree at one of the best programs in the country? Who the hell could compete with that?

Lizzie sighed. She was proud of her big brother but sometimes he made her feel small. All she could do was run. Ba-frickin'-woo.

The "dog-girl" and "bawoo" thing? That started when her middle school track coach came to visit their house after school eight years ago. Lizzie and her brother snuck to the top of the stairs to listen to the grown-ups talking down in the kitchen.

"You have a lovely home, Miss Robbins, and I appreciate your agreeing to see me. I know you're a busy woman so I won't take up too much of your time. I'm happy to tell you that you have a very gifted child."

"I'm quite proud of Richard, but I thought..."

"I'm not here to talk about your son. I'm here to talk about Elizabeth. I'm her track coach. I thought you should know that Liz is an excellent runner. In fact, she may just be the best I've ever seen."

"Really? I mean, I guess she has always been quick on her little feet. If I look away for a second she's gone."

Lizzie remembered beaming proudly at Richard upstairs. She took this as a big compliment.

"It's more than just that, Miss Robbins. Look, middle school kids? Even the fast ones? They're a mess when they run, all of them pushing and shoving to get up front, to lead right from the beginning. It's complete chaos. None of them have the maturity or the patience to pace themselves. To hang back and wait for the right time to make their move. Hell, most of them won't even figure that out in high school. But not Lizzie. She's... she's very special."

"How so?"

"You need to come to our track meets. To support her and see what I mean at the same time. Lizzie doesn't run. She... well... she chases." The coach's voice grew more excited, "She does it every race. It's a beautiful thing to watch. Less than halfway through, Lizzie falls in a few yards behind the lead girl. She tracks her. She... she drives her. Heck, she even baits her. Then at the very end, Lizzie simply runs her down. Honestly, I don't think I'd even call what Liz does 'cross-country.' She's not just running. She's hunting. Like a... like a little dingo."

Upstairs, Richard hugged her with one arm and teased her softly, "Sweet, Mom's going to buy you a flea collar, sis."

"Bawoo," Lizzie howled quietly into his shoulder and giggled.

It was her very first bawoo.

Of course, the coach's offhand nickname stuck with Lizzie and "Li'l Dingo" would eventually be stitched across the back of her track uniforms.

As the years went by, Lizzie ran and ran and her body changed. By high school, the quick little blonde pixie became a sleek and slender young woman. Lizzie looked like a gazelle but she still ran like a predator. Chasing. Hunting. Winning. In fact, she would win state finals in cross country each of her four years in high school, a feat unheard of before Lizzie.

People even came to track meets to watch her. And who could blame them? She was hotter than hell in her school's skimpy little track uniforms, long, sleekly muscled legs and bobbing little breasts. Her finishes were always spectacular too. After loping along patiently at the number two spot for three miles, she'd get this crazy little grin. Then her legs would stretch, they'd quicken, and Lizzie would start her race. Without fail, she'd chase that poor last girl down like something small and tasty.

Two months ago, when Lizzie broke through the yellow tape at her last high school race, she didn't have to howl for herself. Her coaches, her family, and classmates were doing it for her, for their favorite little dingo, "Bawoo! Bawoo!"

Lizzie snapped out of her reminiscing when Richard reappeared with Jessica. The curvy, raven-haired cheerleader winked at Lizzie as she led her brother upstairs. One of Jessica's hands was already playing at the bottom of her tight tank top, obviously itching to get it off. Jessica liked to show off her body and Lizzie didn't blame her. Speaking objectively, Jessica's breasts were spectacular and she had every right to be proud of them. Of course, half the guys in their high school class could draw them from memory. Perhaps Jess was a little too proud of her boobs.

Lizzie took the next couple of minutes to finish her beer then she set it down. She chewed her lip again, pondering, then decided to follow them. She was more than a little curious and she knew her brother well. Odds were that he'd be too distracted by Jessica's charms to shut his sticky bedroom door completely.

She crept up towards his bedroom and she was right. There was a quite peekable gap left. She sat herself tipsily down on the floor for a little bit of perving. Okay, a lot of perving.

From the look of things, Richard was having one of the best nights of his life. Jessica had always been that perfect cheerleadery mix of flexibility and eagerness that drove guys crazy.

At that moment, Jessica was topless and cupping her oversized, flawless breasts in her hands with her lips wrapped around half of Richard's cock. Lizzie gaped. Her brother's erection was impressive and while Jess was working her mouth down on it steadily, she was definitely struggling. Her full lips strained to fit around his shaft. When she finally swallowed his entire length, she groaned from her chest and bobbed slightly.

Lizzie had to admit, Jess knew how to please a guy. The curvy brunette never forgot to look up and keep eye-contact with her brother even as her hands slid down from her own tits and under her skirt to quickly drag a small white thong down and off.

Yep, Jess knew what she was doing. Lizzie watched as her gal pal ditched her skirt then scooted onto the bed on her back and spread her legs. Lizzie and her brother's eyes were both drawn to the same place. Jessica was shaved completely bare. Her tiny glistening sex was a perfectly smooth and pink invitation. Scooter paused only long enough to finish getting his pants off and quickly slid on top of her.

Lizzie watched her friend's mouth fall open as Richard eased himself into her. Jess shifted and pulled her legs up very high, limberly hooking them over Richard's shoulders. Yep, flexible and eager. Damn cheerleaders.

For the next half hour, Lizzie watched her brother make love to her best friend. She was appalled and excited at the same time. Jessica shivered through three separate and very satisfying-looking orgasms before Richard groaned his own release. Lizzie assumed they were done.

But they weren't done.

Jessica slipped herself off the bed and did something Lizzie didn't expect -- not from her eighteen year-old friend. Jess stood, turned, and bent herself forward at the waist with her upper body on the bed. She swished her little cheerleadery bubble butt temptingly.

"C'mere Scooter, I've got this other hole you missed."

Out in the hallway, Lizzie's eyes slowly widened. Partly because Jessica had just used Lizzie's nickname for her brother. And partly because Jessica offered what she did - Lizzie had no idea her friend did... well... that.

Mostly though, Lizzie was astonished because her big brother, her sweet and gentle Scooter who used to read her bedtime stories when they were little, didn't hesitate. He simply stood and moved behind Jessica and then gave her just what she asked for, pressing himself into her ass with no more than a nod. Jessica whimpered at the invasion but didn't move away. Worst of all, the bastard was good at it, judging from the very happy groans Jessica made over the next ten minutes.

It was wrong and dirty and nasty and... hot.

Peering through the crack into her brother's bedroom at the gleeful sodomy scene, Lizzie's surprised face slowly spread into the same determined expression she wore at the last 100 yards of every race she'd ever run.

Lizzie would chase. And she'd win. She always did.

Bawoo.

She wandered back downstairs quietly for another beer.

*~*~* Part II -- One year later *~*~*

Twenty-years and two days old, Richard woke to the sounds of sea gulls crying and surf lapping at the beach. But it wasn't either of those things that drew him out of his sleep. It was a slender little finger that did it. That finger was tracing letters across his back. It wasn't all that odd, his kid sister Lizzie liked to wake him up this way - writing words on his skin.

They'd written messages like this for each other since they were children. It was their mother's idea. When they were young, their family went on long car rides to visit their grandparents. Little Richard and Elizabeth would get noisy in the back seat along the way -- two hours of nonstop tickling, poking, fighting, laughing and crying. Normal kid stuff, really. Unfortunately, their father was a bit high-strung and those long drives to see his in-laws only made him more tense.

Their mom did what good moms do. She buffered. She taught her children skinwriting to keep them occupied. "Give her your hand, Richie," his mother nodded at his sister from the front seat. "And close your eyes."

"Okay, now you think of a word, Liz. A small one. But don't say it out loud, honey. Ready? Now spell it on your brother's palm."

Liz nodded and traced each letter of her word with her tiny seven year-old finger. She had to write it twice before he could get it.

"Cat?" Richard finally guessed.

Liz giggled and their mother smiled. "Very good, you two. Lizzie, keep going until Richard guesses wrong. Let's see how many words you can get him to say."

Over the next two hours, their parents listened to the more peaceful sounds of elementary school vocabulary coming up from their backseat. "Dog." "House." "Truck." "Chicken, but you forgot the other 'c'."

Their mother's strange little improvised game was one of the many things that built a strong bond between Richard and Lizzie over the years. They had their tiffs and their struggles but they stuck by each other more than other siblings they knew. That bond grew even tighter when their family shrank a few years later. Their father died of a heart attack. No one was surprised -- he'd always been wound pretty tight. Their Mom missed him but she was leading an active, happy life again.

Richard focused on his sister's finger as it traced the three quick letters of her ritual puzzle before moving on to what she was going to make for breakfast.

The puzzle? He'd never solved it. Feeling what was for breakfast? That was easy.

"Pancakes," he muttered into the mattress.

"Good boy. And the other thing?" she scratched the thick brown hair at the back of his head.

"I still have no fucking idea what the hell 'imu' means."

"Ooh, poor little Scooter. Don't worry, you'll get it someday. You're the smartest dumb guy I know," she patted his back and left him alone to get dressed.

Stupid "imu" puzzle.

Eight years ago, he'd told her that she'd misspelled 'emu' and described the little ostrich-like bird. She'd laughed and shook her head, "Uh uh."

Seven years ago, he'd guessed that she'd cheated and skipped the apostrophe for "I'm U." Some sort of funny poetry thing. This of course made no sense. She'd laughed harder.

Lizzie's hardest laugh came three years ago when Richard, fresh from his first few weeks of high school physics had figured out that "I" was the letter for electrical current and the Greek letter "mu" was the symbol commonly used for a coefficient of friction. Thus, "I mu" meant "current friction" referring to how her finger was rubbing across his skin.

Lizzie had nearly wet herself laughing, "Dumbass, I wrote that for you when I was ten years-old. I barely understood what you just said now. How the hell could I have meant that then?"

She had a point.

Richard sighed into his pillow. He knew he was smarter than average and that he was pretty good at figuring things out. The fact that his little sister had stumped him for so long was a sore point.

Well, Lizzie was right about one thing -- pancakes sounded perfect for their first day at the beach.

By the time he splashed some water on his face and pulled on a bathing suit then made it to the kitchen, Lizzie had already finished cooking and was pouring coffee.

Amend that, pouring coffee in a bikini. Good god, his heart skipped several beats.

Lizzie's back was turned to him and the little black bikini's strings were knotted loosely at the middle of her back, her neck, and each hip.

Richard had long since made peace with the fact that his kid sister was far and away the prettiest girl he knew. Blonde with gigantic, soft, bambi-brown eyes, she was a gifted long distance runner and it showed. Basically, everyone agreed she looked like a gazelle. Her long, slender legs swept up into an equally sleek little ass. Her slim, tight upper body matched her lower half.

Lizzie Robbins was built for speed. And bikinis. She looked amazing in that suit.

He snapped out of his daze when she turned, golden ponytail swinging, and handed him a cup of coffee.

"How late did you get here last night?" she asked as she slid into her seat at the table. The motion made her round breasts sway slightly in her top and he only looked away with effort.

"Oh, a little after two. It took me that long to sober up from the birthday party they threw me at school. I'm going to need a lot of coffee today. Thanks." As proof, he took a long drag from his cup. His eyes flicked down her body again before he could stop them.

This time she caught him looking. "Like my new suit?" she needled him a bit, eyebrow cocked coyly.

"S'not bad," he shrugged. "It's just funny seeing you wearing it in the kitchen. My shy kid sister used to wear t-shirts over her suit right up until we got to the beach."

"That had more to do with Mom being around than being shy, dummy," she half-smiled, "No mom around to harass me now."

They ate breakfast and stepped out the back door and onto a patio overlooking a beach that they had all to themselves. Lizzie said her fiancée's parents rented the beach house for them for the last month of the summer, but he'd gotten dragged away to help with his Dad's company.

Lizzie... and her fiancée.

Wow, it even sounded weird. His little Lizzie, just one year into college, was getting married? And she'd never even brought the guy home to meet her family. She'd always been independent and headstrong but this was ridiculous. He only found out when she called him late one night from school with her engagement news that spring. He'd answered the phone and, before he'd even said hello, she just blurted it out.

"I'm getting married."

"Wah - huh?"

His sister giggled over the phone. "Married, Scooter. I'm getting married."

"Who? When? Why?" A bad answer to that last question popped into his head, "Oh god, you're pregnant aren't you?"

"Relax silly, I'm not preggo. His name is... okay, don't make fun... his name is Chip."

"Chip?!" he laughed, he couldn't help it. "This is some kind of sick joke..."

"You're really going to talk smack about names, Scooter? For real, his name is Chip. And he's a great guy. We're going to get married this summer. At the beach."

"Lizzie, I told you -- pot or tequila. Never both. You really can't mix them and keep a grip on reality."

"C'mon Scooter, I'm sober. Well, mostly sober. But more importantly, I am serious. I really am getting married. He just gave me a ring tonight and everything. Wait until you see it. It's fucking huge."

It finally sank in, she wasn't kidding. "Wow. Okay. So what did Mom say?"

"I haven't told her yet."

"You called me before Mom?"

"Of course silly, you're my brother. And brothers come first."

Brothers come first. That one tugged at his heartstrings because there was some history to it.

Richard had given little Lizzie her first kiss. It had been her idea and it was very innocent. She'd said she was worried about making a fool of herself with her first boyfriend.

"C'mon Scooter, please?" She'd pleaded with him. "I brushed my teeth and used some of Mom's mouthwash and everything. No cooties, I swear." But then she'd looked at him seriously and said something that had never even occurred to him back then, "Just don't do anything gross like put your tongue in my mouth, okay?"

He did like she asked, he kissed her. Their young lips merged hesitantly in a tender way for a long moment. Actually, it waskinda nice.

Lizzie had smiled hugely afterwards. "See, that wasn't so bad was it? Now you'll always be the first boy to kiss me. Cool huh?" She darted in and pecked his cheek in a more sisterly way. "Thanks, Scooter. You know, I think brothers should always come first."

But that would change soon. She'd be someone's wife. It was all happening too fast.

Richard pushed these thoughts away and focused on the now as he and his sister crossed the beach then swam out about forty yards into the surf where the waves just began to curl. They were both comfortable in the water and Lizzie was practically fearless when it came to picking her waves. The bigger the better.

They picked out their respective spots, alternatingly bobbing, waiting and surfing. Later, when Lizzie came back from her last wave, she swam over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Mind if I hang on you, bro? Can't touch bottom here like you," she pouted, "not tall enough. And I see you're catching the nicer rides from here." It was true. The largest waves were just beginning to curl where he could barely stand. Just a few yards further in, Lizzie had to duck under them because it was too late.

 

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"Dus saal ek pinjre mein kaid rahe toh aazadi ki bheek mangte rahe.. Aur jab aakhir mein aazadi mili, yab pijmnjre se 'PYAAR' ho gaya tha.."

Translation: "10 years, when we were captured in the prison, we begged for freedom... And finally when we were finally free, at that time, we were in Love with the prison...."

This line makes me burst me into tears.. I know, it does that for everyone... The Prison here is our school, which is the only place where moments become memories...

I remember, when I first went to school, I cried... Now, when I'm leaving school, I' m crying... I can't even think of my life without my school. When we were young, we used to find a reason to miss our school. But now, I'm finding a reason to go to school.

The fun in teasing F·R·I·E·N·D·S, playing, fighting and again apologising each other, troubling the teachers, awaiting school trips, annual days, sooooooo many hands in a single lunchbox, daily journey to school by bicycle, first crush *blushhhh*, getting scolded by teachers, dumb cherades and antakshari games, bunking the classes, commanding the juniors, using more offensive words than the one used on you, last moment studies, discussions during exams, group studies, singing songs immaturely, humiliating each other, birthday bumps and parties, crazy selfies, sharing secrets in a slam book, keeping nicknames for teachers, calling by surnames, scribbling or doing calculations on the last page, friends foreseeing our future by some stupid calculations, friendship calculators, having a single enemy, passing time away, daydreaming etc. is what I'd miss most about my school.

I know the list is tooooooo long, but is doesn't end there folks, if I could write more, I would

The biggest bitter truth I fear is the seperation from my friends. Of course, I'll find new ones, but not any one like in my school.

That's what social is for!!! But the closliness which I found in school is tough to find on social media. I wanna make the most of my minutes while in here.

I also share a bonding with my teachers who helped me in my all the steps till here. I'm wroting this only because of my teachers who taught me to read and write.

"SCHOOL DAYS ARE THE GOLDEN DAYS" They say. But, this is totally WRONG!!!!!!!

School days are precious than any diamond,platinum and ruby in this world. It is something we can't expound in any means, but only felt.

It'd be hard to overcome the emotions of leaving my school, but that's what I learnt in here. Overcoming the emotions and preparing for the future.

♥♥♥♥I LOVE MY SCHOOL♥♥♥♥

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It was my first day at school.... my new school. Heard about it before that teachers are very strict, students are bold and fluent, no talk in Hindi only English is allowed otherwise, a thin cane is waiting to decorate your palms with beat marks, so yes I was scared. By the way, I am Kiara, a person full of curiosity and creativity. I was not mastero in speaking English but I was sure that I will learn. I entered the class labeled 7th standard.... now it's weird that instead of analyzing the class, my attention was dragged towards a boy behaving as if he has not seen girls before.... I mean he was not staring at but was behaving as he is alegeretic from them. It was Rohan.... although I don't like judging people or making advance perceptions but at that very moment, I didn't like him or to be honest I hated him.......

Classes started and with time all unknown became friends.... oh again let me clarify, girls and boys became friends not among them but within them separately. Now there are two groups.... girls gang and boys gang. Simultaneously we all were divided into different houses.... I was in Yellow, my favorite colour and he was in Yellow, my not so favorite and that too the HOUSE CAPTAIN. I don't know what was his problem.... why he is always like "I me aur mein". He don't speak nicely, he don't walk nicely, he don't behave nicely, he don't smile nicely.... actually he is a jerk.

It's gonna be fun.... fest week is going to start and I am super excited for so many things race, relley, kho-kho, high jump, dance and March past. We started practicing long ago for March Past as it's all about coordination here. Being a Captain, it was Rohan's duty to lead, command and along with that monitor the rest of the house while programmes. We were senior most in school so duties were alotted to us as well. I have to keep younger ones quite as told by so called Rohan.

Sports were started and we all pulled our socks, forgetting that who we HATE, came together to make YELLOW win. Girls won relley and kho-kho and boys won cricket but here comes the most dramatic scene when "Mr. Rohan was immediately taken to classroom after the match followed by school boys CRUSH Ms. Priya and few students including ME.... OK so I didn't go to check on him, it was my class too I had some work.... fine I wanted to see he is hurt or just acting. He shouted like hell when Ms. Priya tried to put dettol. I was curious to see how much he is hurt and I found the same thing which I was expecting.... a SCRATCH that's it, how can he create scene like daily soap over just a small scratch.... he behaved as if he is Rohini not Rohan. He saw me smiling at him and I continued as I love watching him like this.... ah no doubt he too don't leave any chance to bother me as he did the very next day.

I was trying to make children quite so I just said "keep quite otherwise your stupid Captain will come". He heard that.... I thought he would be angry or would not talk to me that we usually don't but Iiiiiii never imagined "what he did that day".... complained to Ms. Priya, like seeeeeeeriously. Are you kidding me.... you are grown up how can you do like nersery child, ahhhhhhhhhhhhh I HATE YOU.

With time things were settled, we got busy into boards and all. I never took any tution classes but in 12th standard I decided to join Nair Aunty's classes for Physics. Rohan also use to come there but this is not which I was bothered about. I was worried about my decision as my father use to teach me till now and I was scared if he will be hurt about my decision. We discussed things and he was fine with it.

At tution on my first day, Rohan was surprised to see me or I should say he was shocked and definitely not happy....... so do I, our friends were aware about this disliking for each other. I don't know but what just happened to my friend's, they use to poke me when Rohan arrives at classes......"look na you both are wearing same colour, see he is staring you and so on".

Boards were on head and atmosphere at home was very tensed. Here suddenly, parents realised their duties. Papa's have to hide laptop chargers, tabs, ipads and Mom's have to hide TV remote, novels. There was a strict rule "NO TV". In all this, I was confused because I started thinking about Rohan, his mischiefs, my fights with him, his stupisities.....his smile, his face, his.......WHAT is happening to me why I am thinking about him.

I tried diverting my mind and focus towards studies alongwith that I thought to figure it out after exams.

We were done with board exams and all other competitive exams also. Now this was the time when we were waiting for our results and college counseling. Our daily routine was to eat, sleep and roam with friends. There were no studies as we don't know what to study, there were no hiding of entertainment stuff, it felt like heaven.......

I figured out the Rohan's matter, I decided to tell him that I think "I love you". I told this to one of our common friend Meera, she told me that Rohan already have a girlfriend. I was broken and there were so many filmy lines which were coming to my mind......"mera pelha pyar adhura reh gaya", "tujhe yaad na meri aayi kisise ab kya kehna", "tu pyar hai kisi aur ka tujhe chahta koi aur hai", "aacha chalti hoon duaooo mein yaad rakhna......". Then I thought to tell him because atleast I will be ok that I told him......

On 9th December, 2011 @ 06:00 PM, I called him and yes Rohan was shocked about my call, I said "I LOVE YOU". Rohan said "I have a girlfriend". I said "I KNOW", I told him "I hope the way you love her, she also do". He took a pause and said "I think so". The call was dropped and I was happy not because I told him but because "if he didn't say YES then also he didn't say NO". We moved on with college. He went Ahemdabad and I went Kelera......

After completion of first semester, students were very happy as it was home coming after soo long. I was packing my bags and was so excited to meet my school friends and may be Rohan.......we reached hometown back to back and planned a reunion. Riya (my school friend) called me and said "Rohan was asking for your number". Ok now where were this comes from.......I asked "WHY". She said she has given my number. I was confused what he wanna say, Is he going to say I......... Naaaa he will not. I was pretty happy that Riya gave him my number as I got to know earlier "he broke up with his girlfriend".

At reunion, we all met and everything went on well. In the evening, Rohan called "I am sorry". I asked "Sorry for what". He said "Sorry because I didn't accept your proposal at that time". I said "Proposal???? it's ok, we were kids and now I imagine that how I proposed you......". We laughed over this thing but I was aware on back of my mind that I still love him and whatever I said was because I didn't want to make him uncomfortable.

Semester break was over and we went to our colleges. Rohan and I started talking on phone. I found him good and he found me practical. With time UG was completed, he started with job and I went for PG degree.

I am 24, have a job but planning to change. Here I am planning to start my career and there my parents are planning to get rid of me.......in simple words, they are planning to get me married which I don't want. All these years I focused on studies and was just not able to stop thinking about him. We talk sometimes and everytime I start loving him more. I imagine him when I am sad I imagine him when I am happy, his only thought brings smile on my face he is always with me I imagine him in every situation I make my own stories with him I fell for him more and more......

Finally on 15th February, 2018 @ 11:00 PM I called him......

Rohan: Hi, kaisa hai beta?

Kiara: (Oh I love him more when he calls me "beta", thinking in mind) Hi, Mein badiya tum kaise ho.

Rohan: I am good.

Kiara: I hope you were not sleeping and even if you were then wake up its quite important.

Rohan: If I say that I was sleeping than I know you won't let me so yeah.......tell me

Kiara: Ok so I am confused ahmmmmmmm Rohan what were you doing?

Rohan: I am pretty sure you didn't call me to ask this.......right?

Kiara: Ok so I just called to say......I mean ask......I mean say......

Rohan: Yeah tell me I am listening

Kiara: Wait a second I think on the back of your mind you know what am I gonna say?

Rohan: Yes but I want to hear it from you.

Kiara: (ab jab sammne wala aise reply karega toh aapko toh positive wines hi aayenge na, thinking in mind) Ok so I wanted......I will start from beginning OK

Rohan: Don't tell me tu mujhe lamba pakane wali hai.

Kiara: Shut up

Rohan: I was kidding beta

Kiara: So Rohan I use to hate you alot from 7th to 12th standard.

Rohan: Hate?

Kiara: Yes and then I don't know what just happened to me and I......

Rohan: Say it

Kiara: I like you

Rohan: Silent.......

Kiara: Ok so I will give background music dhiding dhiding dhiding.......

Rohan: Hehe

Kiara: One more thing.......this is not a question I just wanted to tell you......I don't want any ANSWER from you I just wanna let you know

Rohan: I know you are not dying for me and you don't find me special but yes I am feeling special at this time.

Kiara: Hehe

Rohan: (after a long silence) Hey, I like you too because I can share anything with you, whenever I feel like talking I have you and trust me I don't want you to solve my problems with me......I just want you to sit with me and listen to me.

Kiara: Okk so now you are confusing me......there is a difference between your liking and mine.

Rohan:. Yes, there is a difference.

Kiara: You clarified your side now it's my turn......Rohan......no matter I am sad or happy I always imagine you.....if I have so many problems or if I have solution to each of them.....I just thik that you are with me.

Rohan: Wao I am proud of you because I would never be able to say and I am very glad you said this to ME.

Kiara: Hmmmm

Rohan: Well tomorrow I am leaving for cousins (our common family friend) wedding, you also come na I will be bored there alone.

Kiara: Naaaa you have fun

Rohan: (it's 12:07 PM) I want to say something I hope you will not scold me.....

Kiara: No I will not......tell me

Rohan: I am very sleepy

Kiara: Expected.......you can sleep

Rohan: I will call you once I reach to the wedding point.

Kiara: Sure......

Rohan: Bye beta

Kiara: (don't go......I love you, thinking in mind) Bye.......

I feel like getting him off my head and very next moment I feel like hugging him tightly. I know I love him and also I want to get over him. I will not call it a one sided love story......all I will call it is "a complete love story without an ANSWER".

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What are the books that can change people's lives?


#1. The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho [Fable]



There are millions of Books but none like this one. This is a masterpiece in FOLLOWING YOUR DREAMS tale. This is the story of a boy who followed his dreams. You can understand everything about the Universe, Dreams, and Life in this one epic adventure. If you want to read one and only one book, then I would recommend this one only.

Two of the most powerful quotes from the book:

There is ONE GREAT TRUTH on this planet:
Whoever you are, or whatever it is that you do, when you want something, it is because that desire originated in the soul of the Universe. It is your mission on earth.

To realize one’s destiny is a person’s only real obligation. All things are one. When you want something; all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it.

#2. Think & Grow Rich by Napoleon Hill [Personal Development]



Napoleon Hill interviewed "40 millionaires" to discover the common thought processes and behavior that had led to their success. His study of these "best practices" was revolutionary in a world where it was largely assumed that great wealth resulted from a combination of greed and luck.

Best quote: "All the breaks you need in life wait within your imagination. Imagination is the workshop of your mind, capable of turning mind energy into accomplishment and wealth."

#3. Power of Your Subconscious Mind by Dr. Joseph Murphy [Mind Programming]



This book will unleash the hidden treasure in your mind. This book that can change you as a person and can re-program your personality and can attract anything and everything you want. Most importantly it is full of case studies and affirmative techniques that you can start using immediately. 'The Power of Your Subconscious Mind' will open a world of success, happiness, prosperity, and peace for you.

Best Quote: “As you sow in your subconscious mind, so shall you reap in your body and environment.”

#4. As A Man Thinketh by James Allen [Personal Development]



It's a classic written in 1902. It explains how your thoughts mold your personality, and how that personality drives you to take action and determines the type of action you'll take.

Best quote: "The dreamers are the saviors of the world. As the visible world is sustained by the invisible, so men, through all their trials and sins and sordid vocations, are nourished by the beautiful visions of their solitary dreamers."

#5. The Secret By Rhonda Byrne [Law of Attraction]



Most people love this book, and some hate it. But this is the book that lights up more life than any other books in Self-help arena by unfolding the secret to the Universe. It holds the treasure to the Universal Law of Attraction. Read this book and it will help you in every area of life while keeping you motivated.

Many people hate this book also because they consider it like a one stop solution. Remember no book can change anyone’s life jut by reading but only with the consistent application, it shows the result. Moreover, read this book and the follow the next two books by Rhonda Byrne The Power & The Magic and together they will give you the real action plan to manifest your dreams. Millions and millions have changed their life with these three books only. So don't buy the negative feedback from anyone ..Read them and try it and see the result.

Best Quote: “Be grateful for what you have now. As you begin to think about all the things in your life you are grateful for, you will be amazed at the never-ending thoughts that come back to you of more things to be grateful for. You have to make a start, and then the law of attraction will receive those grateful thoughts and give you more just like them.”

#6. The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People by Stephen R. Covey



Our habits build or break our life. This book will help you develop better habits

It also convinces you that acquiring them will make you a better person.

Best quote: "Sow a thought, reap an action; sow an action, reap a habit; sow a habit, reap a character; sow a character, reap a destiny."

#7. Awaken the Giant Within by Tony Robbins



This a masterpiece from Tony Robbins, which align emotional state and physical dynamics to bring any kind of transformation in life. Which is now more popularly known as NLP but this book will take you deep inside the process and how to apply in life to achieve a massive result.

Best quote: "If you can't, you must. If you must, you can."

“Live life fully while you're here. Experience everything. Take care of yourself and your friends. Have fun, be crazy, be weird. Go out and screw up! You're going to anyway, so you might as well enjoy the process. Take the opportunity to learn from your mistakes: find the cause of your problem and eliminate it. Don't try to be perfect; just be an excellent example of being human.”

#8. The Science Of Getting Rich by Wallace D. Wattles [Self-Help]



This book is a practical manual on how to program your mind, feelings and actions to become rich in life. And here rich not only means money but if you follow the same, you will become rich with happiness, health and love also.

#9. Psycho Cybernetics by Maxwell Maltz [Self-Help]



This is a very powerful book about Self-Image. There is no other Self-Help book as scientific as this. With tons of examples and case studies, this book is a treasure house of Action Plans to follow.

This is a book take deep dive into the power of imagination, relaxation and hold the secret to HIGH-PERFORMANCE in any field.

Best Quote: “A human being always acts and feels and performs in accordance with what he imagines to be true about himself and his environment...For imagination sets the goal ‘picture’ which our automatic mechanism works on. We act, or fail to act, not because of ‘will,’ as is so commonly believed, but because of imagination.”

#10. Chicken Soup for the Soul by Jack Canfield & Mark Victor Hansen (Inspirational Stories)



Chicken Soup for the Soul is a collection of motivational essays and true stories about ordinary people’s lives, compiled by Jack Canfield and Mark Victor Hansen. After 144 publishers had rejected the book, it was finally accepted by a small firm, and became a roaring success. You will love the inspirational tales, and it will serve as a daily motivation at the times of difficulties.

Chicken Soup series one of the highest selling books ever and only Harry Potter series has surpassed their sales volume.

Apart from the above ten books with details, I am listing the list of other books with title, and I believe you will explore them:

#11. How to Win & Influence People by Dale Carnegie (Self-Help)

#12. The Power of Now by Eckhart Tolle (Inspirational & Spiritual)

#13. The Power by Rhonda Byrne (Law of Attraction)

#14. The Magic by Rhonda Byrne (Law of Attraction)

#15. Rich Dad Poor Dad by Robert Kiyosaki (Self-help & Personal Finance)

#16. You Can Heal Your Life by Luis Hay (Self-Help & Wellbeing)

#17. The Success Principles by Jack Canfield (Inspirational)

#18. Way of the Peaceful Warrior by Dan Milman (Inspirational & Memoir)

#19. You can Win by Shiv Khera (Self-Help)

#20. The Monk Who Sold His Ferrari by Robin Sharma (Inspirational & Fable)

#21. Autobiography of a Yogi (Autobiography/Inspirational)

#22. Steve Jobs by Walter Isaacson (Biography, Entrepreneurship)

#23. Made in Japa by Akio Morita (Autobiography, Entrepreneurship)

#24. Losing My Virginity by Sir Richard Branson (Autobiography, Entrepreneurship)

#25. 4-Hours Work Week by Tim Ferriss (Productivity, New Life Style)

#26. The $100 Start-Up by Chris Guillebeau (Entrepreneurship)

#27. Change Your Thoughts Change Your Life by Dr.Wayne Dyer (Self-help)

#28. Talent is Overrated by Geoffrey Colvin (Science of Success / Productivity)

#29. The Power of Habit by Charles Duhigg (Science of Success / Productivity)

#30. WINGS of FIRE by Dr.APJ Abdul Kalam (Autobiography & Inspirational) - One of my most favourite book.


1. Philosophy: The Open Society and Its Enemies of Karl R. Popper. Although those are two Volumes (I and II) the topic is the same. In the first Volume Karl Popper makes a brilliant analysis of ancient philosophers (Plato and Aristotle in particular) and how they influenced our culture till those day. In the second Volume Popper focuses on Hegel and Marx and how they influenced modern times ideologies. Although Popper is the only modern philosopher with a scientific approach the open society is a harsh critique to how those philosophers’ interpretation of the world lead eventually to the birth antidemocratic ideologies. Believe me when I say that this is one of the most mind-blowing texts ever written. In addition Popper’s style is very simple and captivating.

how did it change my life? Popper is one of the first philosophers which look at other philosophers with a skeptical eye. Once you read Popper you realize that also Plato and Aristotle were men and as such they made mistakes. Therefore, you don't take anything for given anymore.

2. Neuroscience:  Soft-Wired How the New Science of Neuroplasticity can change your life – Dr. Michael Merzenich PHD. This book is going to open your mind on how our brain actually works. You will see many myths that you believed true throughout your life bust in the pages of “Soft-Wired”. The book is brilliant since it explains the new scientific findings but also how to improve your life through neuroplasticity. It is really a guide on how to live.

how did it change my life? Adter reading Soft-wired my belief system shifted. I no longer believed to be a fixed individual. In other words I realized that DNA plays a dismal role compared to life and experience. And if you are willing to put the effort you can change yourself at any time in life. Empowering!

3. Non-Fiction: The Black Swan – Nassim Nicholas Taleb

Taleb is going to open your eyes on many topics and human biases. If you read this book carefully, eventually you will understand things about yourself and society in general that you did not notice before.

how did it change my life? It made me realize how humans are biased. Join the modern skeptics!

4. Fiction – The Divine Comedy – Dante Alighieri

Absolutely the best work ever written by any account. Dante Alighieri mixes fiction (he travels through hell, purgatory before reaching heaven) with history. Indeed in this fantastic journey he encounters many historical figures. His guide throughout this spiritual journey will be the Latin author Virgil that he defines as great master.

how did it change my life? Reading Dante is like going back in time and meeting many of the greatest ancient authors and mythological characters. It makes you discover a world that you did not have idea existed. Enlightening!

5. Autobiographies: Anwar El Sadat: In Search of Identity an Autobiography.

The amazing, inspiring and heroic personality, Sadat (former Egyptian president eventually assassinated) tells his story that seems more a tale than a real story. Sometimes reality exceeds fiction and this is one of those cases.

how did it change my life? Sadat story gave me strength. We realize that our everyday challenges are nothing compared to the ones Sadat had to face throughout his life.





 

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