Hey all sajhaietes,
I have written a piece from my side. Can you Please read it and comment from ur side. If u want to read more..please post it I will continue it a series...I promise with twist and turns...:-)...anyways Write comments and U may share ur writings too....No boundaries...
here is a piece from me..

LOVE: UNSPOKEN
It was Friday. I still lied there still awake...Homework to be finished. Homework never fascinated me, the only reason I did it was to escape from the punishments. Also I have to finish it now, tomorrow we were to shift apartment. With my father working as whole-timer in a Communist Party at that Panchayet era, there was frequent change of places for us and continuous change of friends. With homework finished, I went to bed? there was whole new day ahead.
Strange eyes were peering into us as we transferred our goodies into our new dwelling. We were used to it with so much of shifting places. But I still remember those hazel eyes watching me as if I were a prince from Caribbean. There was much more works to do rather than watching back to those eyes, rooms to be cleaned and set up.
She was our flat partner's daughter. We were in other words next door neighbors. I think she was 7-8 in those days, I exactly don't know, never asked. After she saw me the first thing she told her parents was that she would marry me someday. With her mother so much chit chatter, the marriage thing was now widespread all over the flat within 2 days. With myself being only 11 years at that time, I was so irked by the fact of marriage. My entire cousin soon knew about this and my marriage was gossip of the town, and I simply hated her for loving me. My cousins would tease me every time I meet them, which irritated me more.
She used to come to talk with me; I would irritate her with my gawky voice whenever she came near me. I was petrified of gossip of marriage. I would confine myself whole day in my room on holidays rather than to talk with her. She was only friend available within the community but I was rather reluctant to speak with her moreover to be friend.
It was raining that day, I was just watching the drops of rain falling on the ground, wanting to go and get wet in rain but afraid that mom would scold. I didn't notice her but next thing I knew was she was just sitting next to me.
"Rainy day, huh??" she started the conversation.
"No, a sunny one, with sunlight everywhere." I started my mission.
"Do you like to get wet on the rain??" She asked.
"But where is the rain?" same gawky voice.
"I always like to play in the rain, it is so much fun." She stood up, and walked toward the rain, without even being irritated with my replies.
"That is what I also want to do" my inner soul told to me.
Without even caring of mom's tough rebuke, I also ran toward rain. Next thing I knew was we were playing in the rain, carefree and like flower children, the children of nature. We were all wet, all covered with the mud and all dirty, but who cared when one can have so much fun. That night I was thoroughly scolded by my mom. But that day, a friendship started, not to end I thought.

During the childhood, it used to be fun acting like sick and staying at home just doing nothing. But this time when I got sick, and had to stay home, I got bored and lonesome the very first day.............>
now my flash back!!
my brother use to say most of the time...i used to black mail him ;O)and he used to buy whatever i asked him to.
and i used to go school daily so baba mom ko gyani chori...they use to give me what i demand on tiffin...faidai faida!!!!

nice story nirman!keep on comin........


vaccation is over.busy with my studies and classes soo dont login much....silent reader...now back for some tyme k:O)
I nagayeeing poila soila.....guruum guurumm bajaa bajayera behe garing niiii kaha poila jane?!!!!!*giggle*


indi baba!!
:O)well nahhhh..but thanks.

Nice story nirman broda. Dharai din pachi timro story padhna pauda sarai ramailo laagyo. Desperately waiting for new episode.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,
Balla mero jaan ma jaan ayooooo :)

Tyasto nabhani kana pani harauno ho tyastari....
Mero mutu ko spandan haru le malai saath dinu chadi sakeko thio:(

Ever since you left, sajha malai maru bhumi,
Kura kani malai samshaan sarah bhayeko :P
Hehe ;)

Anyways tweets, what do ya mean by " ohh well nah... but thanks"
Went over my head.

Anyways, someone rightly said, " AAP AYE, BAHAR AYEE":P

In Jest,
Indisguise:)

hey indi tetti pani nabujhne yaar..aafno maan meet le bhaneko ni..maile nai bujheen baaru..hehehehehe..
but anyways mero fyaan haaru banki raheko dekhekra khusi laagyo...mero naya episode aahiel type garna bhaye bhane post garchhu nabhaye bholi ta sure...aani RuIna..thnx for new comments..Mero sis le pani malai blackmail garthyo...But Mero katha ma sis patra nai nabahyekole lekhna paayena..;-)..sister haaru jamami yestai badmaas hune rahechha...bhai lai blackmail garne...anyways thanx for reading...
Nirman..(^_*)

It took me about half hour to read the story but was worth reading. I hope next episode comes soon

But i have one comment. I think some parts of the story missing here. May be i am new so might have been deleted earlier

For Sristi>>>>k kura apuro laagyo kunni..haajurle jammai katha padhnu pbhayeko ho ki hoina???..yesma bhayeko jaati jammai post herne ho bhane kripaya..."Click here to see ALL replies to this thread" bhanne thaun ma click garera jammai katha hernu hola....tespaachi pani aapuro laagyo bhane comment dinu hola...kahan apuro laagyo bhanera..i ll try my best to overcome my apuropana...any comment will be highly appreciated.

well for others here is new part....hope u all will enjoy it...aani post some comments hai..kasto lagdai chha bhanera...next episode will be posted soon..tille then enjoy...

Continued from above:

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That whole week, I had to stay home and missed all the classes in between the time. When I got back to school, there were whole new chapters in every subject to cover. With the mid terms approaching and no one wanting to lend me the notes I had missed, I didn?t know the way to cover the topics I had missed. That day I missed a real friend who would be with me in my hard times (not getting notes was hard enough at that time). I felt alone and helpless.
Making plans to read the books and making notes for myself, I was returning home that day.
?Oyee? I heard familiar voice calling me from behind.
Pee was there behind me. I was surprised and more than that happy to talk with him after more than 4 months.
?Hijo asti Kina aainaas??(Why did you not come last week??)? He asked.
?Birami Thiyen.(I was sick)? I replied.
?Ma ta poila gais ki bhanthaneko.(I thought you eloped)? He started ragging me.
?nakara mu**, arkalai tension parirakheko bela. (Shut up, $#@, I m so tensed)? I acted as if I was angry.
?Hijo asti ko note paais??(Did u get notes of last week??)? He asked.
I don?t know if he knew I hadn?t got the notes or not.
?Chhaina. (No.)? I answered lamely.
?Mero laija (take mine)? He lent me the notes when nobody else has wanted to share.
I sure felt him as my guardian angel at the time. He just took away all my troubles just in the snap. I sure was happiest one to get a friend as such at the time. He sure was friend in need and a friend indeed, and I felt stupid enough not to step forward to speak with him.
We were once again friends, the friends at their best. The old days were back again and as soon as the mid terms were over, the hang outs began in the same old pace. The new obsession added to our hang outs; we were obsessed with the movies. We wouldn?t miss a single new hindi movie at the time. Subash Ghai would be our favorite director and we would be greatest fan of Shahrukh Khan and A R Rehman. We would hire the deck every month or so and watch the movies day and night just to cover up every movie released during the time. We would also watch all those Kung-Fu movies and there I started watching my first Hollywood movies. The ?Evil Dead? was the first Hollywood movie I watched, but then after series of other movies followed. ?Desperado? was the action movie I thought was heart stopping. I also became fan of Jim Carrey after watching ?The Mask?. The talks we had would cover topics of who would be next happening hero and such. We would even collect the video cassettes of Shahrukh Khan (Video pasale sahuji ko pach parne?it sure was fun) and we wouldn?t miss a single music cassette released of AR Rehman. We would have hot debate on who was hot: Sushmita Sen or Aishwarya Roy. And traumatized with Aish?s beauty I would always debate on her side.
We even started going to talkies to watch movies. I still remember the Rangeela show at Viswajyoti.
Pee and I had gone there on Saturday, the worst day to choose for movie. And for that movie, the hall was packed with all the movie or Urmila lovers when we reached there. The Men?s line for ticket has reached outside the hall and there was not even small space to step foot at hall. But women must have been against Urmila or movie at the time, the women?s line was lot much shorter than men?s. There were black ticketers everywhere, charging up to 60 rupees for a ticket that would normally cost 25 rupees. Pee and I summed up the money we had altogether and found that we had only 70 rupees. We quickly made a plan to get one ticket and sneak in both of us with that. We bargained the one ticket and got it at 50 rupees. And we got into hall faking other two people nearby us as our parents. The ticket checker was busy enough to care for us. But when we got into the hall, all the seat were packed, and with only one ticket in hand, we had to stay on the stairs and watch the movie. But we sure loved the movie, and sure enjoyed it. Now our admiration was also directed towards Ram Gopal Verma.
And when we returned home from movie that day, I had whole new plan brewing up in my mind for next time.

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Thank you Nirman jee. Actually i did not notice about "Click here to see ALL replies to this thread" as i am new to this forum. So i thought some gap in the sequence of the story. And the latest one is equally nice to read. Keep doing the good work.

Wow..so nice to read this episode too....now it seems i am totally addicted to this story...he he he .....next episode pls Nirman...he he

I think i have heard the name sristi somewhere...or maybe i know someone named sristi...are u same old sristi i know...just curious...maybe u know someone named Nirman too...just hoping for ur reply sristiji...If not sorry for bothering u...
Nirman..{^_*}

I don't think i know you Nirman but yes I do have friends whose name begins with "N".

think i have heard the name sristi somewhere...or maybe i know someone named sristi...are u same old sristi i know...just curious...

i think are??!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!dont think aauu nirman be sure na:O)where did u hear this name?.i also heared it somewhere kasto spelling pani tyhakka mileko. hmm i guess i should know u..for shake of that name k:O)

He he he ....Ruina pani ke kam?? he he ...Lau Nirman what is ur defence??

Anyways tweets, what do ya mean by " ohh well nah... but thanks"
Went over my head.....................>
indi baba...well nah means "hosh pardaina"...............but thanks means" tara dhanyabad".:P
aaba j bujyo tyahi sahi....timro tweeti lai type garnu man chaina k. ah garda alankar bujchau aba k lekhnu.....:O)

Nirman: you are doing good job keeping readers curiously waiting for your new posting. Looks like you learn this technique from TV serial making. Anyway, your story is good time passing. Peace!!!

Hey ruina, long time no see.
Ruina ko translation ta sarai raamro recha, mero bhanda paani. Indi bro to tubelight balla baleko jasto cha.

me god them lost in sajha.

>>>>i think are??!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!dont think aauu nirman be sure na:O)where did u hear this name?.i also heared it somewhere kasto spelling pani tyhakka mileko. hmm i guess i should know u..for shake of that name k:O)

hehehe tehi ta bhaneko ni ruina..tmile chineko ra maile chineko sristi yeutai parechha jasto chha...ki kaso..;-)..:-P...

>>>>> i don't think i know you Nirman but yes I do have friends whose name begins with "N".

Now u another person with his name starting from N...;-)...

>>>>>Looks like you learn this technique from TV serial making. Anyway, your story is good time passing. Peace!!!

hey madhav, i hate those serials aani hadnot copied their techniques...but with limited time i have from work. i write these...so that solves ur curiosity...

Peace,
NIRMAN...{^_*}

"indi baba...well nah means "hosh pardaina"...............but thanks means" tara dhanyabad".:P "

----> I do not recall offerring anything tweets. Maile ke garau ya timi ma sanga poilo auchau ya mandir ma bihe garchau wa Mwaii khau ya tyasto kunai mitho "AFFAR" ta gareko thiyeena.
But also, timile anyass ma nai bhane pani timro mitho boli sunna pauda khusinai lagcha.
Aba type garna maanchaina achel bhancheu, yeso kahile kaiiiiiii ekaantaaaaaaaaaa maaaa, dui charrr sabdaaa koriii dinuuuuuu :(. Hehe.

Nirman timi le pani sabai bujne. Ma hoina timile aa garda alankar bujne hou. Ruina darlin, sunti hooo :p. Ma ta kewal timile mero maan ko 'diary' (code word LOL)ma koreko kura matra bujchu.

Lu ta Esstoryyyy arko bhaag padna paam chadai. " Just Mohabbat" - Nepali version. LOL.

In jest,
IndisGuise:)

indi baba;
Kehi nabhayepani DV pareko "wild guess" sacho bhaye pani hunthioo... timilai Walmart ko Jeenis ko pyant ra K-mart ko chappal lai dinthe yehi tiharai ma :)......................>
nah thanks.....................well thank u..................bujyau?:O)
I do not recall offerring anything tweets. Maile ke garau ya timi ma sanga poilo auchau ya mandir ma bihe garchau wa Mwaii khau ya tyasto kunai mitho "AFFAR" ta gareko thiyeena. ....................>
indi baba timile poila aunchau,mandir ma bihe garchau,mwaii khau bhaneko bhayee kaha hosh pardaina ,dhanyabad bhandai basthee ra........(oh god i am blushing!!)

anyways, someone rightly said, " AAP AYE, BAHAR AYEE":P ..................>same to u:O)

NIRMAN;
hehehe tehi ta bhaneko ni ruina..tmile chineko ra maile chineko sristi yeutai parechha jasto chha...ki kaso..;-)..:-P.....................>
nop.hoina nirman.u are confusing sristi with someone else.

harkey dai;
hey ruina, long time no see.......>
alii alii busy alii alii free.....thats life:O)
ani how are u harkeydai ajkal?

Ruina ko translation ta sarai raamro recha, mero bhanda paani. Indi bro to tubelight balla baleko jasto cha.................>
ho ra?!hmm
indii baba tubelight hoina nii. ma nai current slow pass garchu bela belama ani balnu ali tyme lagcha k:O)

Ruina tweets,
Tyo wakkye haru timro lagi thiyena. Tut. Ma timilai Wal-mart ra K-mart ko jeenis ra chappal dinchu hola ta. Timilai ta Tiffany's & Talbots and ofcourse V "gopyes" aka victoria ko secrets bata lauchu ni ;)

Ok let me make it clear.
Nirman said : "and for others i m just wondering where mero gr8 fan is...RuIna Kata jaanubhayo...aani hamro indi bro pani gaayeb bhayeko dherai din bhayo...katai dubaijaana bhagna ta bhagena sajha land baat...k ho kho bujhnai sakina..Ki DV parera Sajhaland baata palayen bhayo...just an wild guess....{^_*}...hehehehhehehe "

I said, " Kehi nabhayepani DV pareko "wild guess" sacho bhaye pani hunthioo... timilai Walmart ko Jeenis ko pyant ra K-mart ko chappal lai dinthe yehi tiharai ma :). "

Phewwwwwwwwwwwww....:) Ke ke matra garna parne timilai bujauna pani. Maile KARENT slow pass gare ho ahile?:p

Maile sachai nai poila janchau, mwai khau, mandir ma behe garau bhaneko bhaye ke bhanthio taa, 'No thiyanks' ta bhandainau re:). Chati bata mutu niskina khoji rako cha ala D'Mask esshtaila ma ;),

Karent alik chado chado pass garan ta ;) dallin suttukka. Hehe. Harkedai le feri 'tuki' baldai analyze garnu aula.

And, stop blushin, the rosiness of your cheeks are driving me insane.
Yeuta geet yaad ayooo...
"Siyauu jastooo galaaaaa hoo siyauu jastoo galaaaaa
Yeutaa TOkchu tokchuuuu, jiyan gaye jalaaaa"

In jest,
IndisGuise:)