"I fail to understand this guy.
He''s rude, he's mysterious and he is not at all into me whereas for some
unknown reason I fall for him everytime I see him" Garima cribbed and
blurted in a irritating tone.
She was into this writer friend of mine.
I was silent.
"Why don't you speak Vineet? Help me through this" She asked again.
I looked at her and in deep thoughts tried explaining her.
"Listen to me calmly and try to understand."
I held her hand and looked deep into her eyes as I spoke, "Writers are emotionally damaged people. Even though they have a way with words, they still cannot easily express what all they feel. There's too much inside to express. He might seem a normal guy but there's a lot going inside him. To understand a writer, you need to be with him, you need to feel him, you need to breathe him, you need to fall madly in love with him. Artists are not normal people. They have these extreme emotions which they have no control over. That is why they are free and uncontrollable."
She heard with all her concentration and then spoke in her cutest voice possible, "And what if he doesn't love me back?"
I smiled and replied, "If you're able to do this, he'll love you with all he has, with his life and trust me, you'll never be loved the way he'll love you."
She smiled and I knew she loved him. I started walking towards our car realizing how tough it was gonna be for her.
She was into this writer friend of mine.
I was silent.
"Why don't you speak Vineet? Help me through this" She asked again.
I looked at her and in deep thoughts tried explaining her.
"Listen to me calmly and try to understand."
I held her hand and looked deep into her eyes as I spoke, "Writers are emotionally damaged people. Even though they have a way with words, they still cannot easily express what all they feel. There's too much inside to express. He might seem a normal guy but there's a lot going inside him. To understand a writer, you need to be with him, you need to feel him, you need to breathe him, you need to fall madly in love with him. Artists are not normal people. They have these extreme emotions which they have no control over. That is why they are free and uncontrollable."
She heard with all her concentration and then spoke in her cutest voice possible, "And what if he doesn't love me back?"
I smiled and replied, "If you're able to do this, he'll love you with all he has, with his life and trust me, you'll never be loved the way he'll love you."
She smiled and I knew she loved him. I started walking towards our car realizing how tough it was gonna be for her.
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And that is some thing i can co-relate it to u... ur life... ur core... what so every is expressed out got some real meaning inside it.. beautifull again..
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