This post is very different from my usual ones. The present situation in India (I have no idea about other countries) is such that most men and even boys think that social media.networks are all dating sites.
The process begins with them sending friend requests and the girls who are unaware of such problems accepting it. Facebook is the most common one,instagram getting the runner ups cup. It might begin with hello and then next sentence being said. “I like you”. Here things start getting interesting because the guy doesn’t even know the girl and he already likes and she might reply “Ok”. If it’s an ok guys please understand that she is not interested, instead you keep on sending her messages until she finally blocks you.
Instagram the next best app to search for would be girlfriends has the same facility . Even in this app the guys may be blocked out.
If she likes you she will surely talk to you, don’t rile her up. The women of our society are already enough demoralised to be even more terrified by your mental abuse.
They were entering a restaurant when he met an old female friend . They chatted for a while and after she left he told his girlfriend ” I had to give her a ride most of the days during our way back home from college”.
She smiled and said “you might have been her driver for a few days, but you will be giving me a ride forever”.
I apologize for such a long break. I had my post graduation exams. They are over and the good news is I am postgraduate now.😀😀
At the dinner table
“Well you didn’t have to wait up for me “, he pulled out a chair and sat next to her, ” you could have done your dinner earlier”.
“I didn’t” she shook her head , ” I am sitting here to give you company”.
She then served him rotis and curry.
” I know you don’t like eating alone”, she informed him.
He gave a lopsided grin at that.
You were the one, haunting my dream
I couldn’t just wake up and scream;
Identity of yours might take you away
But you would invade my mind anyway,
For them a decision must not be rushed
After all only a flower that I’m , meant to be crushed.
Conscience and consent, may not find a voice
Yet it is their way to me, I might not have a choice.
Culture we say shapes us and makes a man,
Can our culture be blamed, for an act so inhuman?
A sensation of going back and forth,
For as long as I remember,
Being so close to the top yet , very far from it;
I can’t exactly fathom the reasons,
By now I know the pain and can bear it without shame.
The pain of working hard,
It’s the pain of giving my best,
Where no stone was to be unturned.
The mind still doesn’t listen,
It plays the game of expectation.
And I always lose in the end.
I am not sure if it is right,
With little connection between us
Hardly can I show my empathy;
And I don’t even know when it happened.
When you lost the touch that could create tingles,
Yet the last string might be enough to pull us back.
Yes you and me , get by
Easily it seems, we don’t have to try
Exchanging ideas , we reveal the truth, not shy
The world might say things, making me cry
But you are my strength , won’t let me die
Yes we do get by.
They told me to cry, I couldn’t
They said you will never be back,
I tried but couldn’t feel,
Was my mind so strong, not letting me break,
Anticipation perhaps is my answer,
My soul was already lost, when you were done
I knew you wouldn’t be back,
So I let my soul free to roam with you.
Every moment, I turned my back
Dark alleys and rusty buildings adored my sight,
I could feel someone close to me,
But my eyes chose not to see
How long did you keep me company I don’t know,
The faint cologne was unmistakably your love to show;
I know you were there ever moment;
To know I was safe , not being poisoned.
Again it’s a shout out for my story. As usual I would like to ask if any of you are wattapaders, please go through my work once.
I think you’d like this story: “The Mysterious Women Series : Black Mail” by meloheart on Wattpad https://my.w.tt/ZEnie7LvzK