Part: A
She: Hello
He: O, Hell!
She: What is that??
He: That is the echo.
He: A truth untold is as good as a lie.
She: A truth unfolds only when you seek.
He: There is no absolute truth
She: Yea, this must be an absolute truth.
He: Love the truth, and be true to love.
She: :)
She: I want to tell u something.
He: No need.
She: Why?
He: Ignorance is bliss.
She: Do you hate me?
He: Why should I?
But I definitely will, if I get a reason.:)
She: What do you think about me now?
He: “If you start judging people you will be having no time to love them-Mother Teresa”
She: Nice.
She: How did you spend the weekends?
He: Lot of music, Lot of prayer, few poems...
She: Did you say the word “prayer”?
He: yes
She: "Religion is the opiate of the people" - Karl Marx.
He: Music too.
She: Did you feel lonely?
He: “It would do the world good if every man would compel himself occasionally to be absolutely alone. Language... has created the word "loneliness" to express the pain of being alone. And it has created the word "solitude" to express the glory of being alone.”
She: So the answer is?
He: Little bit loneliness, lot of solitude.
She: “Loneliness adds beauty to life. It puts a special burn on sunsets and makes night air smell better.”...
He: Yea, Correct.
She: When did you start writing poems?
She: I heard - “At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet”-Plato.
He: Not exactly.
When someone falls in love, he becomes a poet.
When he loses it, he becomes a philosopher.
When he matures as a philosopher, he becomes a man again.
She: What are you now?
He: :)
She: At least I could be a cause for some good things in your life.
He: Cause or Curse ? But -“Woman inspires us to great things, and prevents us from achieving them.”
She: you are so cruel!
He: Just kidding!!
She: I feel sad to see things are not happening with me as the way I want.
He: “You won’t always get what you want. Sometimes you get what you need".-Mick Jagger
She: Funny enough to think, serious enough to laugh.
She: “The Irony Of Life is That It s Lived Forward, But Understood Backward”
He: It can’t be called as irony. In fact that is what it makes special!
He: “Life is 10 percent what you make it, and 90 percent how you take it.”
She: Hmm.
She: What kind of music that you listen to?
He: I listen to all kind of music that makes me happy.
She: “If music is the food of love, play on.”
She: Did you enjoy your writing experience?
He: yes, I did.
"Work like you don't need the money, love like you've never been hurt, and dance like you do when nobody's watching."
She: Great.
He: You don’t need to be a great to be a great.:)
She: What do you write about?
He: It is about discoveries and re-discoveries. Like loosing something and gaining something else.
He: “I love writing about the idea of loss because I like the idea of being found”.-Cecelia
She: Can I see what you write so far?
He: I am afraid if it offends you in any possible manner.
Nothing is good if it does not make someone’s life a bit happier. Everything is bad if it makes someone sadder at any point of time in any possible way.
She: Since you are human you are bound to hurt someone for sure.
He: May b 99%. Let us stick with the rest.
She: “LIFE is like a piano, the white keys represent HAPPINESS and black keys SADNESS. But as we go through LIFE's journey, remember that black keys make music too."
He: “Good Music is something that cannot be played perfectly”
She: In nature- “Nothing is perfect”.
He: And also "Practice makes perfection." Then why should we practice?
She: Can I ask you something?
He: Yes, Sure.
She: What is the meaning of falling in love?
He: Love is not finding someone to live with. Its finding some one whom you can’t live without.
She: “Love is the triumph of imagination over intelligence.”- Mencken
He: “Imagination is better than intelligence”- Einstein
She: :)
She: Thanks.
He: For?
She: Thanks for teaching me a lot.
He: “When the student is ready, teacher will appear”.
She: :)
He: :)
She: "I try to teach my heart not to want things it can't have".-Alice walker
He: ,
She: Nothing more.
She: .
He: Okay, fine.
He: .
That was the final and last chat with her. He did not feel bad about all what happened. He tried to delete the visible differences between her and the rest of the girls. He was expecting a woman but she was in a girl in her mid-teens.
Hence he deduced that she was no longer the girl he was looking for.
He removed her name from his buddy list in Google talk.
Part: B
One night before going to bed, Little John took his Bible and started reading from a random page.
“For everything there is a season,
And a time for every matter under heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die;
A time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;
A time to kill and a time to heal;
A time to break down and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
A time to mourn and a time to dance;
A time to throw away stones and a time to gather stones together;
A time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to seek and a time to lose;
A time to keep, and a time to throw away;
A time to tear, and a time to sew;
A time to keep silence and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate,
A time for war, and a time for peace.”
- Ecclesiastes 3:1
He could not understand much. However he closed the bible and slept well.
Part: C
Days made weeks. Weeks made months. Many moths passed.
In a perfect day, she came again to his life to disturb.
This time she did not tell her name or what it sounds like. Neither did him. After all he never believed in any sort of personal acquaintance with any of the girls.
He: Hi
She: Hi
He: Good Morning.
She: Very Good Morning.
He: How are you doing today?
She: Exactly like a normal day.
He: :)
She: :)
He: Do you still treat me like a stranger?
She: Hmm, may not be.
She: What happened now?
He: It had been five months since we are chatting.
She: So?
He: You have not told me your real name yet?
She: What are you going to do with the real name now?
He: Okay, leave it. I won’t ask you again.
She: Cheer up man, my name is Gracy.
She: And what about you?:)
He: :)
He: I am John.
She: Hello
He: O, Hell!
She: What is that??
He: That is the echo.
He: A truth untold is as good as a lie.
She: A truth unfolds only when you seek.
He: There is no absolute truth
She: Yea, this must be an absolute truth.
He: Love the truth, and be true to love.
She: :)
She: I want to tell u something.
He: No need.
She: Why?
He: Ignorance is bliss.
She: Do you hate me?
He: Why should I?
But I definitely will, if I get a reason.:)
She: What do you think about me now?
He: “If you start judging people you will be having no time to love them-Mother Teresa”
She: Nice.
She: How did you spend the weekends?
He: Lot of music, Lot of prayer, few poems...
She: Did you say the word “prayer”?
He: yes
She: "Religion is the opiate of the people" - Karl Marx.
He: Music too.
She: Did you feel lonely?
He: “It would do the world good if every man would compel himself occasionally to be absolutely alone. Language... has created the word "loneliness" to express the pain of being alone. And it has created the word "solitude" to express the glory of being alone.”
She: So the answer is?
He: Little bit loneliness, lot of solitude.
She: “Loneliness adds beauty to life. It puts a special burn on sunsets and makes night air smell better.”...
He: Yea, Correct.
She: When did you start writing poems?
She: I heard - “At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet”-Plato.
He: Not exactly.
When someone falls in love, he becomes a poet.
When he loses it, he becomes a philosopher.
When he matures as a philosopher, he becomes a man again.
She: What are you now?
He: :)
She: At least I could be a cause for some good things in your life.
He: Cause or Curse ? But -“Woman inspires us to great things, and prevents us from achieving them.”
She: you are so cruel!
He: Just kidding!!
She: I feel sad to see things are not happening with me as the way I want.
He: “You won’t always get what you want. Sometimes you get what you need".-Mick Jagger
She: Funny enough to think, serious enough to laugh.
She: “The Irony Of Life is That It s Lived Forward, But Understood Backward”
He: It can’t be called as irony. In fact that is what it makes special!
He: “Life is 10 percent what you make it, and 90 percent how you take it.”
She: Hmm.
She: What kind of music that you listen to?
He: I listen to all kind of music that makes me happy.
She: “If music is the food of love, play on.”
She: Did you enjoy your writing experience?
He: yes, I did.
"Work like you don't need the money, love like you've never been hurt, and dance like you do when nobody's watching."
She: Great.
He: You don’t need to be a great to be a great.:)
She: What do you write about?
He: It is about discoveries and re-discoveries. Like loosing something and gaining something else.
He: “I love writing about the idea of loss because I like the idea of being found”.-Cecelia
She: Can I see what you write so far?
He: I am afraid if it offends you in any possible manner.
Nothing is good if it does not make someone’s life a bit happier. Everything is bad if it makes someone sadder at any point of time in any possible way.
She: Since you are human you are bound to hurt someone for sure.
He: May b 99%. Let us stick with the rest.
She: “LIFE is like a piano, the white keys represent HAPPINESS and black keys SADNESS. But as we go through LIFE's journey, remember that black keys make music too."
He: “Good Music is something that cannot be played perfectly”
She: In nature- “Nothing is perfect”.
He: And also "Practice makes perfection." Then why should we practice?
She: Can I ask you something?
He: Yes, Sure.
She: What is the meaning of falling in love?
He: Love is not finding someone to live with. Its finding some one whom you can’t live without.
She: “Love is the triumph of imagination over intelligence.”- Mencken
He: “Imagination is better than intelligence”- Einstein
She: :)
She: Thanks.
He: For?
She: Thanks for teaching me a lot.
He: “When the student is ready, teacher will appear”.
She: :)
He: :)
She: "I try to teach my heart not to want things it can't have".-Alice walker
He: ,
She: Nothing more.
She: .
He: Okay, fine.
He: .
That was the final and last chat with her. He did not feel bad about all what happened. He tried to delete the visible differences between her and the rest of the girls. He was expecting a woman but she was in a girl in her mid-teens.
Hence he deduced that she was no longer the girl he was looking for.
He removed her name from his buddy list in Google talk.
Part: B
One night before going to bed, Little John took his Bible and started reading from a random page.
“For everything there is a season,
And a time for every matter under heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die;
A time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;
A time to kill and a time to heal;
A time to break down and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
A time to mourn and a time to dance;
A time to throw away stones and a time to gather stones together;
A time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to seek and a time to lose;
A time to keep, and a time to throw away;
A time to tear, and a time to sew;
A time to keep silence and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate,
A time for war, and a time for peace.”
- Ecclesiastes 3:1
He could not understand much. However he closed the bible and slept well.
Part: C
Days made weeks. Weeks made months. Many moths passed.
In a perfect day, she came again to his life to disturb.
This time she did not tell her name or what it sounds like. Neither did him. After all he never believed in any sort of personal acquaintance with any of the girls.
He: Hi
She: Hi
He: Good Morning.
She: Very Good Morning.
He: How are you doing today?
She: Exactly like a normal day.
He: :)
She: :)
He: Do you still treat me like a stranger?
She: Hmm, may not be.
She: What happened now?
He: It had been five months since we are chatting.
She: So?
He: You have not told me your real name yet?
She: What are you going to do with the real name now?
He: Okay, leave it. I won’t ask you again.
She: Cheer up man, my name is Gracy.
She: And what about you?:)
He: :)
He: I am John.
2 comments:
good
now, i seem to be totally confused....
firstly, i don't understand the"HE", i thot the He was John... so, are they different or is this a conversation shown with himself???
and i wil tel wat i understud from the story.. tel me if am wrong.. this author of ours... meets a gal whom he likes but she goes away... and he continnues to chat with that other gal on net.... who he later finds out is Gracy, his actual soulmate...????
plz tell me ....
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