Custom Pages
[vc_separator type='transparent' color='' thickness='' up='20' down='7']
Portfolio
[vc_separator type='transparent' color='' thickness='' up='20' down='7'] [vc_separator type="transparent" position="center" up="12" down="16"]
Share on facebook
Share on twitter
Share on whatsapp
Being a girl of this generation,
She had no belief in arrange marriage.
"How can she accept someone she doesn't know?" This question was hovering over her head.
Since childhood she had been dreaming of a prince charming with whom she would fall in love and who would take her away with him.
But that dream seemed to be shattering now.
With a heavy heart, she got ready to meet the unknown boy
But there was no sign of happiness on her face.
She reached the caffe on time
And took a corner table and started waiting for him.
He arrived there a little later and greeted her with a gentle smile flashing on his face.
She felt a little lighter this time with her face turning brighter and full of grace.
Then they started conversing with each other.
And She was really impressed by his gentle and jovial nature.
They then came out of the restaurant
And took a long walk today,
Inorder to know much about each other.
The weather was enchanting with cool breeze flowing everywhere
As if providing perfect atmosphere to them and their relationship to grow.
That day she returned back home with a smile on her face.
And for the first time, her notion towards arrange marriage got changed.
Day by day, she started getting more attracted towards him
And she started finding time amid her tight schedule to meet and chat with him.
She had never thought that she would be so close to someone
Who was once completely unknown to him.
And in her lonely hours, she would always cherish her memory of "Special Meet, with him".
0

Note : Please Login to use like button

Share this post with your friends

Share on facebook
Share on twitter
Share on whatsapp
Share on email
No Comments

Post A Comment

Related Posts

Broken Heart
Soma Mukherjee

Typewriter with a story: Dad

A typewriter lay in the corner,Reminding of old thoughts and yonder,It had memories,Of old or golden stories.I knew my dad used those,To type letters or prose,He wrote love letters to my mother,And stories to reporters.It lay in the dustAnd had got rust.After my dad’s death,His

Read More »
Broken Heart
Soma Mukherjee

Dear Dad: Letter in heaven

Dear Dad,I am sad.As father’s day is on the cornerBut you are nowhere.I hope angels in the heavens,With their brethren,Are giving you love and care.Fulfilling needs and desires.I remember your upbringing,It was strict and so was your scolding.It made me different than the rest,It made

Read More »
Article
Soma Mukherjee

She came in the dark

I used to work with a lady called Rina. We are both Pisceans so we bonded over common things and pangs of being soft, sensitive, loving Pisceans.She quit her job but we were in touch. She was unmarried,35 with a large family of 5 sisters.

Read More »
Consciousness
Soma Mukherjee

Together we will win

Life in a pandemic is tough,life is certainly rough.Every day or nightLife is something to fight.The world seems lonely and not the same,Survivors are fittest in the game.Fight for Food or Oxygen every day,Condolences or words are not enough to say. Be nice,loving and kindBe

Read More »