<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16948239</id><updated>2011-07-26T03:13:56.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Stories</title><subtitle type='html'>A Collection of Indian Love stories</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianlovestories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16948239/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianlovestories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Student Of Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258883960729610272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16948239.post-112757701287402225</id><published>2005-07-31T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T23:50:12.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>copyright</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#555555;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; Copyright: These original stories are copyright © 1998-2005 by Shailesh . All rights reserved. No part of this site may be reproduced without the author's permission. You may pass around the PDF's, so long as they remain unedited/intact.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16948239-112757701287402225?l=indianlovestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianlovestories.blogspot.com/feeds/112757701287402225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16948239&amp;postID=112757701287402225' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16948239/posts/default/112757701287402225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16948239/posts/default/112757701287402225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianlovestories.blogspot.com/2005/07/copyright.html' title='copyright'/><author><name>Student Of Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258883960729610272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16948239.post-112731433770859686</id><published>2005-04-21T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T00:05:02.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Chapter 1 : Falling in Love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fourteen is a crazy age. Risk &amp; fear are unknown words. You do things which might seem stupid &amp;amp; funny later on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well my story is somewhat like that. Till Fourteen I thought I was one of those superior species that no one can beat in terms of acads &amp; looks . I used think I was a god gifted guy who can do no wrong . YES , Soon all this was going to change .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It all started at one of my neighbors wedding . It started with a crash . Yes a crash so hard I was simply swept away. She was&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;beautiful in a strange way . Eyes were big , no pretty large ones. They had a strange mystery in them, which I could never understand . Lips were round &amp;amp; full asking to be kissed . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wasn't sure how to react . She said "sorry" . I said " Oh" . That’s it . No more words . My mind was blank . No thought process . My mind was more like a sponge that was trying to absorb her image. I wasn't sure why I was doing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She smiled &amp; went off . Then it dawned on me what I was doing. I tried to laugh it out, But somehow I kept on thinking about her . After a hour or so fighting against my mind , I decided to give up &amp;amp; search for her .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chapter 2: Search&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I went up &amp; down the wedding hall but I was not able to trace her. It seemed that she had already left the venue. I felt shattered, but somewhere deep down I wasn’t going to give up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Suddenly I saw her, that too with my Mom, I was shocked. What is this?? . Who is she? , How come I don’t know her? Without any reason I found myself walking towards my Mom. I went near my Mom &amp;amp; said “ Hi”. Mom looked at me and asked, “ Are you feeling well??” I looked puzzled by that question &amp; asked “ why”. “You look like as if you have not slept for last 2 days??”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hell there I was trying to impress a girl &amp;amp; my Mom is saying I look awful. I didn’t know what to do or say. I smiled &amp; said hello to my ladylove. My Mom was surprised, as she knew I had no manners to say hi or hello even to known people. My Mom asked me “ When did you met Arundati??” I smiled: Now”. It was a stupid answer&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp; I am not sure how my Mom took it, but I am sure Arundati knew she had knocked me down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Arundati smiled &amp; said she was fine &amp;amp; ask us to excuse her. Mom looked at me &amp; said what has happened to you. I asked, “ Who is she”. My mother replied “our new neighbour “.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chapter 3: Knowing Her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well that’s it. I suddenly realized that my self-obsession was so strong I never knew what was happening even near my own house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I said “come on Mom, I know all my neighbours”. My Mom said “No you don’t. They have just moved in Flat no 11. This girl is brilliant. She has got 90% marks in Ninth grade. I am sure you will have stiff competition in our colony “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Normally I would have taken that as a competitive intelligence report, but I wasn’t sure how should I react to this news. I just said, “ let’s see.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I moved on with lot of thoughts in my mind. Then I saw her again. She looked like an angel. Her dress colour combination of red &amp; yellow made her glow in a strange way, Her eyes were literally dancing while she was talking to her friend. I wasn’t sure what to do. I decided to walk off &amp;amp; wait for another moment. As I was walking across I heard my name being called. It seems strange. The girl who was talking to Arundati was calling me. I was shocked. When I went near them I realized she was Asha. Hell what is this I am not able to recognize my neighbors. Asha was beaming &amp; she said “ Look Rahul, now you have a competitor. Arundati will not let you top at the school”. I looked at Arundati “ What you are joining my school” . She looked at me “ I think so”.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;I wasn’t sure how I should react. Happy or Sad. This girl who has stolen me heart &amp;amp; mind was going to steal my status at my school &amp; colony. I felt down. But I said “Great. I am sure you will enjoy the place “. She asked, “ You will help me out??” I was surprised “ what help”. She said “Mumbai is a new place for me.” I knew what was coming. I could visualize me carrying her bag to school, paying all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bus &amp;amp; canteen charges.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I smiled “ Yes sure”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;While we were talking I didn’t realize when Asha left us. Suddenly I heard Arundati say, “ Rahul, shall we go for lunch”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I said “Ok”. She said it is better we separate &amp; we will anyway meet tomm at school. I asked her why. She said “ You keep looking at me without blinking your eyelids”. I was shocked &amp;amp; said, “Did I??” Yes for last fifteen minutes”. I was startled &amp; asked her why she did tell me that before. She said, “ You were not listening to me &amp;amp; any way I was enjoying the attention you were showering on me”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well that was Arundati. She could surprise any one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chapter 4 .&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Expressing&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I woke up at 5am . I was thinking of yesterday’s&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;faux pas . I knew I cannot repeat it today . For the first time in my life I felt I was a weakling. I was not sure what Arundati thought about me.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I decided that I will confront her with that question otherwise I will not able live like this . But I wasn’t sure how I should go about it .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I went to my school. I sat on my desk . I waited for her to come to classroom. But it never happened. It seems like eternity. I could not understand the reason. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On my way back from school&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I saw her talking to Asha , I saw her again . I went to her &amp; asked why she did not come to school . She asked “ You were waiting for me “ . I knew she caught me again . Asha also smiled &amp;amp; said “ Arundati will be joining from tomorrow. But by the way why are so concerned” . I knew I was being ridiculed . I remember Mahatma golden words “ Speak the Truth”. I thought let me say it &amp; check the reaction “ I think I am falling in love with&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Arundati” . This shocked both the girls . They did not&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;expect I would say such a thing . Till today I am still&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;surprised at what I had said .&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The girls giggled it out &amp;amp; said “ You are joking” . I said “ Well , Maybe” . Arundati said “ I already have a boyfriend”. This shocked me. I only said “ Oh” . She replied “He stays at&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Delhi” . I replied with another “oh” . She continued “ I am telling you the truth . We both like each other”. I thought I was reaching a dead end &amp; then looked at Asha &amp;amp; said “ what about you ??”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Suddenly Asha&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;laughed &amp; said “See I told you , He is lying” . Arundati looked at me with&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“ I am lost” expression&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp; said “ Are you?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I didn’t know what to do . This turn of events had surprised me . I knew I had a chance to salvage my male ego . I said “ Yes” .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Arundati with a mocking face said “Please don’t lie about such things” . I asked why . She said “ Girls are emotional unlike you”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I knew soon I will be getting in Girl &amp; Boy kinda of debate which doesn’t go anywhere. I said “ Sorry” &amp;amp; left the scene &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chapter 5 :  Role Reversal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well next&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;few days were tough . I started listeing to all sad Hindi songs .&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was all about don’t fall in love , Love is nothing but grief kinda of stuff. After three days I realized I need to go back &amp; study . I felt that it was the only way I could forget her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I started my third day at temple asking me to give strength to fight the feeling called Love. I suddenly felt strong &amp;amp; went to school . Their I again saw her talking to Rakesh . I wanted to hit him , but then I thought I need to hold myself . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I sat on the first bench for a change &amp; decided I will concentrate on my studies. The lecturer who came in was in a lousy mood . She decided to change the sitting combination &amp;amp; decided to make a guy sit beside a&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;girl so that&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;we talk less &amp; concentrate more on studies . I  never knew where in the world lecturers always got this “ Eureka” kind of ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was made to sit with a girl called decent looking girl called Rekha on third bench in the middle row. I tried to look where arundati was but unfortunately she was made to sit in the second row on the&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;fourth bench&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;with Daniel. Daniel was a boy whom girls hated as he used to use foul language &amp;amp; was strangely ugly. I felt bad for Arundati&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;but thought it served her right for breaking my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Soon I realized Rekha was a talkative girl. I had never bothered to talk to her earlier , now I&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;had to listen to her .&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I never felt more hassled in life. I looked around , I saw Arundati who looked like a princess on a special throne &amp;amp; in her company Daniel too was looking&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;like a real&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;gentleman . I felt sick , I knew it was starting again .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I looked at Rekha , I suddenly felt she can save me . I don’t know how , but if I talk with this girl I forget Arundati for a while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;,,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16948239-112731433770859686?l=indianlovestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianlovestories.blogspot.com/feeds/112731433770859686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16948239&amp;postID=112731433770859686' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16948239/posts/default/112731433770859686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16948239/posts/default/112731433770859686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianlovestories.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-first-love.html' title='My First Love'/><author><name>Student Of Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258883960729610272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry></feed>
