Love hurts. Really?

I have been into relationships. I was in 7th standard had a crush on this cute girl. Proposed her. It was obvious. She said no 😦 . well that hurt a lot. I almost cried but didn’t because boys don’t cry. Maybe that was not my time. Just after a year I met this beautiful girl. She was my cousin’s classmate. We became friends and a month later I proposed her. She said yes. And we dated for about 3 months. I was very young and in love. Well that’s what all teenagers called it. I don’t know what went wrong but it didn’t work between us. The end was really bad. But was love to be blamed for all the pain??

Love is the most beautiful feeling. Love is when your mother spends sleepless nights when you were born. Love is when your father spends his whole youth just to make you happy. Love is when your sister teases you. Love is when your brother supports you. And yes love is when you love your girl with all your heart in spite of her ignorance. Love is when you look into her eyes and see your whole world. Love is when you have butterflies when you see her.

Love doesn’t hurt. Rejection hurts. Cheating hurts. Ignorance hurts.
Love is what changes life. Love is the best thing that god gifted us.

Mom and dad. Loving each other since 1992 ❤

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Perks of being a politician

I was 15 when I first addressed a public rally. I was nervous like hell. Facing 100,000 people who have really high expectations from you because your family has reputation to maintain. Elections arrived. I was in demand after all netaji’s eldest son was entering politics.
I campaigned for him. And fortunately he won with a handsome margin. I was lucky for him. Or so the people said.
I was 16 and quite famous in my town and nearby villages. And as the time passed I became more active in politics. 2014. I campaigned in whole district for my uncle as his star campaigner. I felt really happy when people demanded that we want him to come and campaign in our area. People surrounding and clicking selfies with me. Women blessing me. Men supporting me. It was not for me but for my father, uncle and my late grand father and then his father. I have seen my father struggle. I have seen him giving away his only sources of living to his people. And I have learnt a fact. Not every politician is corrupted

I don’t consider my self as a politician. But it makes me happy. Helping the needed and the poor. I usually use public transport while coming back from my university. And when people recognize me in bus or train and are surprised. That’s what makes me happy.


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