When an Introvert Falls in Love - Part Two 💕💕

 

 I don't think no other post than When an Introvert Falls in Love 💕 got so much traffic/hits in so less time.There are friends who still ask for the second part of  The Missed Train Part - 1  and here I post a part two of a blog which I put up couple of weeks ago.

Well not really a part two I had these things noted already  just didn't wanted to make the previous post long and most of the things are cliché . I mean Love itself is a cliché , but clichés exists for a reason.😁

Introverts are silent personalities with a huge heart and a lot going on in their head and very few ways of expressing it. They are very simple yet, understanding them takes time as they do not easily express what they feel.

They don't care about looks. No matter how you look or what your past is, they simply don't care. All they care is the present you and the future with you! When they fall in love with someone, no body’s opinion can change any of their feelings towards you.Yes, overthinking and over imagining gets them hurt too.

As much as you think you don’t affect them that much, you hold all the power in the world to hurt them.If something good happens with them, they want you to be the first one to know.

They drop a lot of disguised hints, but most of this goes un-noticed because they are so introverted that many people think that their dropping hints comes under normal behavior but for them  it is way beyond what they have ever done,like they’ll go against their nature of not texting/replying and will try to initiate conversations. They’ll make it a point to ask about your well-being even if texting is their least favorite.  

They are the ones who won't be able to express much by words but it is their action and behavior that works and deep inside they feel a lot, a lot more than imagined by the other person. They want to connect with someone with whom they can talk about life, humans, universe and everything around them. They really really love deep conversations. They can just sit with you for hours together, without doing anything, listening to your talk, and they cherish these moments too.They imagine you not just a lover but also a best friend with whom they will finally be able to share everything which they never said anyone else before.

They always tell themselves, “I would have easily approached , if she wouldn't be with her group”. Sometimes they hate themselves for not being a humorous person or talented enough to impress that one special person.

They start keeping count of every single meet even if it's only for a flick of second.  They listen. Everything you say. The same story n no of times. Patiently. And remember every word you say.They observe. Everything you do. From your ear rings to the dress you wore last day, everything.Since they observe so much expect an introvert to fall in love with all your small details much faster than an extrovert.

They will stand with you, in all your stupidities and dramas, in all your ups and downs, because they know what it means to stand alone in a crowd, and would never let you be in that position.

They may be the strongest personalities you will encounter. you don't know how much they are enduring and fighting silently until they trust you enough to open up, which actually can take months together.  

Angels

Angels! That is what I have named them. there's always an angel.They come in some form or another, they just come out of nowhere to get me out of trouble, or sorrow.

For a guy like me, who doesn't really like expressing my sadness to other people, these angels, they just seem to read my mind, they don't ask a lot of questions, or talk a lot, they just give me a lot of relief, they give me a reason not to feel miserable. That's it! They just convince me, that I don't have to be all sulky. I couldn't thank them enough for that (I never do though). But that's the best thing about angels; They understand.🙂  They know they have my gratitude. They don't need fancy words, or tears, or revealing truths, for them to realize that they have my love. Well, that's what makes them angels.. They know without telling, they help without asking.

 
I am going through the worst days of my life (blame-Overthinking), I mean, when things go wrong, everything seems to go against you. I don't think I've ever cared too much about myself. But as long as there are things which  are way too concerning, I wouldn't really have to worry about it. It may not be something I love doing, but is always something that the "Society" would accept.

My best friend got married. I am supposed to be happy for her. Yes I am!! .. I'm just sad about the position I find myself. She was the person I used to talk when I was sad, or depressed, she was one of my angels.. I don't have a huge friend circle but, lot of good friends, many of them consider me to be their best friend.. I do too, but not for everything. I don't share everything with every friend of mine. Like, I have a friend who's good with secrets, a friend who I feel comfortable sharing my thoughts, a friend who's good at motivating me. I guess the only thing I share with all my friends is my happiness. So she was a friend with whom I was comfortable in sharing my sadness and misery. She's very talkative. She talks about 80% of the time, she lets me talk for the rest.. 😄.. But that's fine, I used to feel very relieved. She is a woman after all, she has mother-like qualities. Most girls do. Her husband, is a lucky man, I mean, girls talk way too much, and they don't really expect us guys to digest the whole thing, but what little we have to say, if they listen, sincerely, you know, that's like finding heaven. 😊 .. That's a great quality. 

 
There's one last angel I'd like to mention. She's the person who gave me the idea of dissolving my sorrow in words. Couple of days ago I was scrolling through my Instagram feed, Suddenly out of nowhere, comes a "Heyloo"(after viewing my story) .. I said, "hi" and I knew what's coming next; "How are you?".. Usually I'd just say I'm doing "Great", to avoid more conversation. Somehow I couldn't lie to her, so I said "Im ok" .. She asked "Sirf OK?(just OK?)" and I told her, briefly- from my best friends marriage to getting ignored by a person. Had she elaborated on that, or expressed her sympathy, I'd have surely gone offline, but she didn't. She just said "Im sorry yaar" and when I asked how she was doing, she said she's doing good.That made me feel good, most people just like to sympathize, and over-react, dramatize things, they make you feel even more miserable, fortunately, she wasn't one of them. She asked me how my blog was doing, I said it had been dead for months. 

 
Writing really helps, especially people like me. After writing all this, I feel a lot better now. Its always the little things that make the biggest difference. Its hard for me to trust someone, to get close, to admit that I need help, and these angels are the ones who save me, and I shall forever be grateful to them ..🤗

Jab We Met

Sudden travel plans and last minute ticket bookings and as it was a long weekend tickets were full and mine was wait listed.  

Status got stuck at RAC1 and I thought that it will move but boy I was wrong! Chart prepared and it was RAC only.

I'm a tall guy and was totally low as it was always a bad experience for me to get the seats in the side part i.e side-upper or side-lower. But this time it was more bizarre. RAC!

The train departed from Kayamkulam and I saw one or two people quarreling in the coach as they never heard of RAC and thought that it's their seat. They settled down after some uncle helped them to understand the procedure.
 
 
Then came Alleppey. Entered this girl with a suitcase. When I saw her it reminded me of the situation in the movie Vaaranam Aayiram(Tamil).
 

 

His brother came with her and told me that it's her seat.  I said the other half is mine and then I sat quietly listening to my songs. He then told his sister to sit and asked me and the other family in our compartment to take care of her sister as she was traveling alone. The train departed from there. I kept sitting quietly.
 
It was evening time when I boarded the train. Quickly it became dark outside. As my legs are long, I pulled up my half of the sleeping seat up in order to sit properly. That girl was watching me through out the whole evening and early part of the night and so as the other passengers (it was normal for me, I'm talllll). After having dinner everyone started sleeping and it was getting harder and harder for me to think of ways to adjust with that girl.
 
The girl sat quietly till now. Suddenly she started making small talks. She was interested in talking but I was more into my thoughts and kept quite. She then asked me to confirm one more time with the TTE about any vacant birth. I nodded and reached the door and as I suspected she wanted to stretch her legs because it was almost 3–4 hours and we were just sitting there. I searched for TTE even though I knew nothing's gonna happen because this is not the first time for me to travel with a RAC birth. This TTE appeared to be honest, distributing the seats without any money but the problem was, there were no vacant birth. He told me that he can't do anything until Erode.
 
I came back and saw that girl having some peaceful time and I thought of giving her some more time as she was behaving so calmly.  I told her to sit for some more time as the TTE told me that there are almost zero chances of getting a seat.

 
After sometime, I went inside and she was lying on the birth, using her phone. She sat up seeing me and gave me half of the seat.. I was using my phone and when I saw up I found her staring at me. She asked “You don't talk much ha!?”. I stared. She got scared that maybe she offended me. I signaled her whether she wants tea or not as Aluva station was approaching. She nodded yes.We bought two teas and some biscuits and chips as I saw her not eating much in dinner. The train departed from there.
 
 She then silently whispered “I'm finding this situation somewhat similar to the movie Jab We Met” to which I couldn't control my laughter and we both started laughing loudly, realizing that we are disturbing other people. I said “Yes, almost similar but not same”. Her eyebrows got raised in surprise, “so you cannnnn talk!”. “Who told your brother that it's my seat also!” I replied. She again laughed loudly.
 
Then she started talking non-stop. Some topics were interesting, some were not. Then she asked me to share something. I told her some basic “tell me about yourself” stuff which I had prepared for interviews. It was good as she was listening with so much interest. Then I told her to sleep for sometime as I won't be able to sleep even if I'll get the full seat also. She nodded and told me to wake her up after sometime. I kept sitting on the edge of the seat watching a series on my phone which I downloaded for the journey.

I sat there for about 2 hrs and then went for a small walk. I thought of waking her up but couldn't. I have a sister and a mother at my home and they too travel.  So I treated her like that because maybe someday somewhere my sister or maybe my mother will also get treated in the same way as I'll treat others. 'It’s my thinking'. We can only hope for the things which we can't control. So I never woke her up. She kept sleeping there for the whole night.

Train halted at Whitefield station before reaching K R Puram and I realized that it'll be near to my destination. So I got down there. I waved at her through the window only and she waved back too. I then took a rickshaw reach my destination.

Now, I'm traveling from my childhood and got so many times RAC seats. It didn't mattered to me when I was a child as it was easy to adjust with my parents around me but as I grew up it became harder and harder (for me). Usually, when I get an RAC and it's hard to cooperate because of some foolish people, I pull my half up and sit there for the whole journey. I don't argue. It's a waste of time. Also, I talk a lot, but only to people I love and trust. So mostly I keep mum.

My Other Train Journeys:       

  A Second Class Journey       

 The Harthal Punk                                

EKM to PUNE TRAIN TRAVEL 

The Missed Train Part - 1 

Are you Single? - she asked 

 

 

Ishq - Not a Love Story

All characters and events depicted in the story are entirely fictitious. Any similarity to actual events or persons is purely coincidental. :P

Vinod had fallen in love with Nithya, which would probably be as close to true love as he knew it, for he fell in love with her for all the good reasons. She was like an angel. Full of grace, and charm, and watery eyes and Vinod, on the other hand, was shy and was afraid to confess his love to her.
 
They knew each other for about 2 years and he finally thought that this was the time he should convey his feelings towards her. So he messaged her one day and asked her to meet in person.

She agreed and told him to reach a coffee shop near her house. He kept rehearsing the lines he wanted to say in front of a mirror. 
He dressed up for the meet and took a bus to reach the cafe as his house was far away from where Nithya stayed.

They met, they spoke for some while and then he proposed her, the most exciting thing about this was even Nithya had the same feelings. She was also waiting for such a day to let Vinod how much she loved him.They walked through the streets, and talked, and said goodbye before it got dark.

He still was so nervous, that he couldn't breathe properly, with the same excitement he took a bus and came back home.

Even after reaching home, he couldn't speak, his heart was pounding fast, he couldn't breathe.

Later he understood its symptoms of the corona, he is under observation now.

We had told him to stay home and don't go outside and meet other people, we last heard that even Nithya is under observation.

So please stay home don't go outside.
Take Care Everyone.



-Inspired from Memes💟💟

When a Girl in the Bus Proposed Me ! 💗

Was heading to Pune in a bus and there were two pretty damsels sitting in front of me, who were in a deep conversation.

I paused my headphones for a minute and overheard the conversation.

Girl 1 : Do you know that guy?
Girl 2 : Which one ?
G1 : The one sitting behind with the earphones.
G2 : oh yes ! He is Rintu...We study in the same college.

G1 : How is he ?
G2 : Don't know.Never talked with him. But we are friends in Facebook and Instagram.He just posts stupid things about his blogs and all. Never seen talking with a girl. I think he is boring!
G1 : Then why have you added him on Fb and Insta?
G2 : Ya but I like few of the things he posts'.
G1 : So can you introduce me to him ?

(removing my headphones)

Me : Yes what do you want !
G1 : uhhh.... I mean....I thought.....headphones.....I need to ask you one thing!
Me : Yes go on!
G1 : mmm.....are you..... commited?
Me : What if am not!?
G1 : I....love...u .
Me : I am also interested ..but now I am busy shooting  my shortfilm #Nostalgia.So please don't disturb me!
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My Mother : What the hell are you murmuring in sleep?!  Don't you have college today?!!!

le poème - Why am I Single?

Being single can be sometimes tough,
My friends are worried, My parents aren't suprised!
They look to me and say , "Shakal Dekhi hai Apni ?"(Have you looked at yourself in the mirror!?)

So I thought I should write something about it,
 I have been asked this question so many times it always tends to niggle,
Rintu could you please tell me one thing , Why are you still single?

I thought about it so many times now that i finally hit end of my wits,
But one day I came up with an answer that fits.
Heres something I came up with,

  When I was 20, I fell in love with my collegematewas talking with her for months and everything was going great

If Her skin was like milk,
Her Hair was like silk,
It smelt like strawberries,
Her white and red cheeks like cherries dipped in fresh cream

Infact whenever I tried to describe her it sounded less like a ballad,
but more like I was loving not a girl but a fruit salad.

But the most important thing was,
telling her like exactly how I feel,
how having her around was a big deal

I went up to her and looked into her eyes,
my heartbeat had a swift,as i was to break the ice

Saying those words didnt take long,
but it broke the freindship along

All she wanted from me was a bestfriend,
and deep inside my dreams came to an end

Though this doesnt meant it was end of the road

 but everytime I proposed, I was "FRIENDZONED"

The Love Letter

       All characters and events depicted in the story are entirely fictitious. Any similarity to actual events or persons, is purely coincidental. :P

 The advancement in Communication has really shrunk this world. Nowadays,

if you have special feelings for a girl, there are thousand ways to let her know, so easy, you can just call to her personal mobile. Or just message her on WhatsApp, or Facebook.      

    This story happens at the early of 2000s.Vineeth ,was in love with his classmate Kalyani. He didn't have any idea how to express his love towards her. Days, and months passed by, when he would just watch her and adore her beauty.

    So one day he decided to write her a love letter. He got back from school, listened to some romantic songs. just to get into that wonderful mood.In his mind, he pictured her, as a beautiful princess, dancing around, gracefully, as words came floating in the air that lit up the atmosphere. So, he decorated a piece of paper with all that and thus finished his very first love letter.

The next day, he had to give her the letter but didn’t have the courage to do that. So, he decided to hand it over to her best friend Nithya and ask her to tell her that Vineeth gave it to her. Vineeth was a little late to school, so didn't see her in the morning. Got to class, told his close friends about this. Everyone really liked it. And one of them agreed to accompany him in the short break to her class.

    So, they waited for the short break, which was after two periods, two hours. Just when the bell rang, the maths teacher hadn't finished teaching. He hated it when that happened. As soon as she left, he and his buddy Shaam ran two blocks from their class, to her class, and he saw her, chatting with her best friend. He froze for a while, he didn't knew what to do. Shaam took the letter from him, and he walked to her, and handed her the letter, said something, that's all Vineeth saw, before he hid himself behind the wall. The next time he tried to take a peek, Shaam was running towards him, and said, Come let’s go!"

They got back in classroom, just before the next teacher got in, and then began, the wait.He had to wait 3 hours, for the lunch break, to see what the outcome was. That time period, was just unbearable. But he also realized, that it was in these time period that he has loved her most.Many questions came into this mind would she say yes? would she say no? or should he just carry on loving her without letting her know? Would she hate him for this? Will he be able to live with that? and because of all that, he wanted this feeling to last as long as it could.

    But the bell rang, eventually, for the lunch break. He was so tensed and excited. he was just sitting there, looking down at the desk, while his friend was outside, eagerly waiting to see if anyone's coming.

"Hey, they're coming man!!" called out his friend, and he got into his bench, took out a book, pretending to read it. Vineeth got up and went out to the door, and they were standing right there, and he was right in front of her, his sweet princess, and her best friend. It was really awkward, He didn't know what to do, he wasn't prepared to do anything at all, he just stood there, with no expression.

   Nithya friend seemed angry, and Kalyani looked a little worried. He had nothing to say, he was just prepared to listen to whatever they had to say, to which he would simply reply with an "OK".

"Where is your friend?? Where is he hiding??" asked her friend,Nithya.

That wasn't really what he was expecting, and he said, "I'm sorry, It was me who asked him to... " but they weren’t listening to him, she was searching for Shaam, and saw him hiding his face behind his textbook. She went to him, which left Vineeth and his heart-throb standing next to each other. He had dreamed of this moment, although in different circumstances. He was a little shy to look at her, fearing whether she'd be angry with him, for what he did, but he noticed that she was eager to have his attention. They both looked at each other. She smiled at him.And right the, her friend came rushing, grabbed his sweetheart's hand and left.He was left wondering why she didnt say a single word to him, in spite of being angry.He was just looking at her, to see if she would look back which she did.

    All this, put him in a really good mood,he slowly walked towards his friend's desk and told him, “Dude,she smiled at me!" But he noticed that Shaam had the expression of that of a person who just stepped on a crap. He asked him, what the matter was. That is when he told Vineeth, that he gave Vineeth’s letter to Kalyani, telling her that it was his(Shaam) letter that he wrote it for her friend Pooja. He had been bothering her for quite a while and she was really angry with him. She didn't believe that he wrote such a wonderful letter. She threatened him that if he didn't tell her who wrote this letter, she would tell it to her brother. So he lied again, he said that he asked Vineeth to write a beautiful love letter without telling the reason so that he could give it to her.

    Vineeth was speechless. He didn't knew what to do.He was let down by the acts of his friend.Though he was happy that Kalyani admired his letter and that was all he wanted.And that was it. The End of a Beginning.