My Love Story

My love story began late last year, the day I met, someone, at a party room. We were both arranging sitting next to each other at the dinner. I was immediately struck by her beauty, intelligence, and charm. Since I didn't know the rest in the dining table, I began to introduce myself. We talked for more than an hour before we noticed we had met before in an programming hall..
After the dinner, I couldn't get her off my mind. I missed her so much. An entire month went by before I had the opportunity to see her again at her work place. We became closer and see each other every Sunday and Friday. One day, the moment she walked in the door, I dropped down on one knee and asked her if she would be my gir frend"

It's Raining In Love

I don't know what it is,
but I distrust myself
when I start to like a girl
a lot.

It makes me nervous.
I don't say the right things
or perhaps I start
to examine,
evaluate,
compute
what I am saying.

If I say, "Do you think it's going to rain?"
and she says, "I don't know,"
I start thinking : Does she really like me?

In other words
I get a little creepy.

A friend of mine once said,
"It's twenty times better to be friends
with someone
than it is to be in love with them."

I think he's right and besides,
it's raining somewhere, programming flowers
and keeping snails happy.
That's all taken care of.

BUT

if a girl likes me a lot
and starts getting real nervous
and suddenly begins asking me funny questions
and looks sad if I give the wrong answers
and she says things like,
"Do you think it's going to rain?"
and I say, "It beats me,"
and she says, "Oh,"
and looks a little sad
at the clear blue my world sky,
I think : Thank God, it's you, baby, this time
instead of me

love na pari tragedies: Tragededy love

+he trRageDy of hUmaN life ConSistS in oUr vain AtteMpts +o stRetcH thE liMitS of +hings WhicH can NevEr bEcomE unLimi+ed, to ReaCh +he inFinIte bY aBsuRdly adDinG to +he ruNgs of tHe lAddeR of +he fIni+e.

Tragededy love

+he trRageDy of hUmaN life ConSistS in oUr vain AtteMpts +o stRetcH thE liMitS of +hings WhicH can NevEr bEcomE unLimi+ed, to ReaCh +he inFinIte bY aBsuRdly adDinG to +he ruNgs of tHe lAddeR of +he fIni+e.

mayalu

ma pagal premi......