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I am writing and then rewriting it.

"if its for her, It had to be special"

and by the way... there are many frens of me who come and read this blog and never comment anything,
I wish to request them to please let their comments flow generously. I enjoy your comments as much you enjoy my blog..

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never even saw any automobile designers struggling to give a nice design....i say its not a story..its a art...carefully mending each word to fit beautifully

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Great presentation and write up. Brought back some memories ... Hope you get your LOVE ..
And by the way, a wonderful trip

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Bro waiting for the next part and dam I missed this ride
Awesome pic hope to see a video next

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waiting for the travalogue bro.....
cant wait any more ....

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[MENTION=17979]Ankit[/MENTION] We want part 3 .........we want part 3.....
[MENTION=9637]omkar[/MENTION] aapka to kuch news hi nahi ??? Keise Ho ?

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Because I love U… Part 3…


“LOVE LIVED INSANITY”


Me and Nik kept talking till late in the night, don’t remember when I fell asleep to the blabbering Nik.

All I heard was him saying, “if its for her, it had to be special.”


After a whole night rest, I woke up at 9am…

The morning at Delhi:

Standing in the shower, memories started pouring down on me... when we met me for the first time in CP… she was wearing a black top and a blue jeans…
and me... I was in my usual attire a blue jeans and the Black Nike T’s. We didn’t plan but maybe “universe was conspiring”…
and then such coincidences kept happening be it calling each other at same time and finding the other one’s phone busy...


Once, just to impress her, I decided to wear a turban on one of our meets,

and … ?? !! ??

and what… :X


I went… on our date in a full size Sikh - “Turban”.

Her reaction...? Well, I won’t write about that as it was certainly the most embarrassing blooper.
To cut the story short, I was looking D U M B ! A lean and thin Hindu boy, clean-shaven, wearing a full size Turban travelling in the metro train.

I was the point of attraction for all uncles and aunties and particularly one Sardaar uncle who kept giving me nasty stares,
I wasn’t aping him, but he kept his angry look full on.

Little did he know, it was because I love U...

In my own and her eyes, I was looking cool (read fool).

But I did it…!

From the frisk checkers at Delhi Metro to the Shukla-ji Guard in my colony, all were checking me out.
Maybe I was looking like one of the sidekicks in Mika’s album’s video shoot.


Love Lived Insanity

…

She was my muse for all insane behavior.

Gave her a call and decided to meet; Connaught Place was the hangout.

After calling me thrice she was convinced that I am in Delhi and we are meeting today. I could sense the delight in her voice.

Of all the T shirts I was having I choose to wear the white one, which she gifted me on my last birthday
and ‘not so surprisingly’ she came wearing the same black Gujarati Kurta which I brought for her from Ahmedabad long back.

Universe was indeed conspiring.

She was trying to hide her joy behind her sham expression but the moment she saw me parking a ‘Duke’ her big eyes widen to their
max and those twinkling stars came back to their place with her cute smile.

Before asking me ‘how I am?’ she asked, “Are you Insane?”

“Yes, I am!what to talk. We wanted to talk so many things, share so much and express all the love…

But first we wanted to go crazy ... berserk ... slap each other tight; for how could we be so rude that we gifted a breakup. And then hug and say…

Because I love u…
Because I want to snatch you from all religions;
Missed you so much in the past month;
because I hardly lived;
I can’t live without you;
because all I wanna do,
Is love you too…

…

She had ruby lips and a smile with the serenity of moonlight, A Russian complexion and a face to die for,
her eyes were big and bright and could easily read through my eyes, her long knee length hair were the night itself, she is the Rapunzel of today's times.

how could I slap such an angel
How could I not fall in love, one more time...

…

CCD was playing Maestro Mehndi Hasan Sahab…

aap to nazdeek se nazdeek tar aate gaye
pehle Dil fir Dilruba fir Dil-ke-Mehmaan ho gaye

din badin badhti gayi is husn ki RaanayeeYaaN
phele gul fir gul-badan fir gul-badaama ho gaye

rafta rafta wo meri hasti ka saamaan ho gaye
pehle jaaN fir jaane-jaaN fir jaane-jaana ho gaye

Pyaar jab had se badha, saare takalluf mit gaye
Aap se fir Tum huye fir Tu-ka-unwaaN ho gaye


…


Cutting the ice, I asked, “What will u have?”
She replied, “an iced eskimo.”

To her crisp reply, a murdering silence followed.
I had a hot coffee.

…

Breaking the silence, she asked, “why have u come here”,

“to take u with me”, I replied.

I wanted to run away from here to some far off place, where only I am there and no religion comes and ruins my life.

What if we could actually elope and start a life of our own,
I could see the glimpse of future in her eyes and the willingness to do so at the spurt of a moment ... and the ties that were not letting her live her life.

I noticed in her deep throat and husky voice that she was about to break into tears, and I changed the topic,
I told her she is the only girl among all chicks in this world. She smiled. I wanted to hug her again.

…


She was wearing a white suit that day when I first hugged her.

She and me were walking beside the Benetton showroom in CP, where I spotted a lone pillar and spotted an opportunity.
It was drizzling outside and to protect her from getting wet, I held her by hand and pulled her towards me.
While holding her in my arms, I realized that she didn’t use any deo or perfume unlike other girls but her body aroma was enough to intoxicate me for the rest of my life.

Her back was as soft as silk.

Felt the warmth of her heart and the magic was being done. Love was in the air.

I bet if you ask a girl to give a hug, she won’t allow you. Do it deceptively and she won’t mind at all, its tuff to understand girls.

I still wonder what magic, rains make on us, we forget whom all we are.

…

I got lost somewhere and forgot who am I, realizing which she woke me up, And we resumed the talk,
she was adamant on her stand of having no future together, as per her, she had tried all tacts, but…

My eyes were actually wet and tears were about to roll, when she changed the topic,

She told me of all my riding gimmicks she loved the slow motion bike-leaning act the most.
Yes, I used to corner the bike with good lean angles at a comparatively very slow speed, say 30-35kmph with her as pillion.
It’s like doing a chicane lean left-right-left at 40kmph. She loved those. And I went smiling.

...

mujhse milne ke wo karta tha bahane kitne
ab guzaarega mere bagaair zamane kitne

jis tarah maine tujhe apna bana rakha hai
sochte honge yahi baat na jaane kitne

…

main gira tha to bahut log ruke the… lekin
sochta hu mujhe aaye the uthane kitne

tum naya zakhm lagao tumhe is-se kya hai
bharne waale hai abhi zakhm purane kitne



And today …

She told me about the book she was reading, “Many lives, many masters.” It was on reincarnation and how people who meet again
on this earth have some past connections among them. Not sure about the past, but I knew in all future she will be my connection.


It took us a little while to be normal with each other and then this single evening fell short of time to let us finish our talks.


We didn't realize when the clock ticked 6pm in the evening, she had to rush home and I offered to drop her back, to cut the traffic we chose to board the metro train,
it would be some 45mins ride to her place.
We were standing very close to each other in the metro train due to rush hour, I could feel her breath, and could feel the comfort she always had in my proximity.

The day was about to over and I wanted to say many things but could only speak, “what if this metro ride doesn’t have an end station.”
It was not a question nor a suggestion but an imagination to which she sighed gently.

Her station came soon after. I gave her a small hug, to bid a goodbye.

And then hugged her tightly and planted a gentle kiss on her long neck while hugging. Time was slipping and I wanted to hold all moments.
Life can take all, but the moments would forever be mine.

I again asked her to come with me forever...

To which she gave me a letter done in her cute handwriting and asked me to open it after reaching Bombay…
It was tuff to accept, but don’t know what, I just did.

After she left, I boarded the train to return back and while travelling in the metro, I texted her, “Do I need to take another birth on this beautiful earth to be with you forever...”

She didn’t reply anything; the reply was already in the letter she gave me…


…

agar maine keh bhi diya tumhari zaroorat nahi
toh tum sach maan loge
agar yeh keh diya tumse pyaar nahi
toh yeh bhi maan loge
agar bol du chehra na dikhana
toh mud kar nahi dekhoge
tum junoon ho mera jo kabhi pyaar se nikalta hai
aur kabhi banke bawaal
tumne toh kar diya alwida bohot jaldi …
magar tumhe karna hoga meri aakhri saans ka intezaar…
tab jaakar kahenge khuda aafis…
aur kar denge tumko azaad…

…


Coming up next.
Day 4: Udaipur to Mumbai. “The letter opened.”


...

Next morning took a shower and resumed the ride. Delhi to Udaipur was waiting to be accomplished. This time the path was familiar but the feelings were different.

I told you, I’ll speak my heart, let pics narrate the ride…


Delhi to Udaipur…





Links to other parts.. in case you haven't read them and wondering from where this story is coming..


Because I love U: (part 1)
Day 1 of riding: Mumbai to Udaipur.



Because I love U: Part 2
Day 2 of riding: Udaipur to Delhi.



Because I love U: Part 3... Love Lived Insanity
Day 3 of riding: Delhi to Udaipur.




Because I love U: (part 4)
Day 4... Dodo the holy cow... Page 18...

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Every line is a love
Every line is a suspense
Every para has got biking involved in it....
Every line became a life ..
wah wah (praising myself..because no one praises for these kind of dumb shayari)

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Ankit ji-I am at a loss for words for how beautiful the write up is and the buildup to this was all but easy.Now i will go and watch "The English patient" the 14th time and after that will punch some concrete to get my mojo back...He He.

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Good work [MENTION=39190]ajaysthinkin[/MENTION]

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ankit rolling stones never gather moss,so roll on.

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One of the best and unique log i have ever seen Ankit.. specially loved the way you have elaborated your love story and the flashbacks.. that explains alot..

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One of the best and unique log i have ever seen Ankit.. specially loved the way you have elaborated your love story and the flashbacks.. that explains alot..

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I should probably go get some fresh air now...and try to regain my manliness. *sob*

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pyaar mein log kya kya nahi karte??? .........
..........lekin kyu nahin karte?

"You've set a benchmark a bro......"

Don' stop, let the emotions flow!

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@Ankit-mishra ...
No wonder she is so deep in love with you.


Teri Meri Baatein Sabse kya kahuun
Khud se hi chupataa hun aur kya kahun
Teri Meri Baatein Sabse kya kahuun
Khud se hi chupataa hun aur kya kahun

Baadalo mein dhundoo mein yaadein
beete woh din beeti raatein
Baadalo mein dhundoo mein yaadein yoo
beete woh din beeti woh raatein

saath hun tumhare khud se duur hun
yaad apni aati hain aur kya kahun

...
- Teri Meri Baatein by Pankaj Awasthi

I've quoted a song by Pankaj Awasthi matching ur state. Do listen to it. If you can't find it, PM me, I'll send you the mp3.