Sunday, March 23, 2014

stories, - The Silent Love



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I was in a hospital there in Bharatpur, Nepal to see my beloved brother who is suffering from a malignancy. They, the doctors told me for the operation of my brother and it would take more than a couple of month for him to be able to get discharge slip. On the day of admission I saw a girl in nice dress, she was looking very beautiful and attractive. I looked at her eyes and she to mine just than she left the hospital.
After three or four days I saw her again but at that time she was in the white dress of Nurse, that was enough for to be surprised. She was looking more beautiful in that dress than in the out dress. Then I started to look her, her eyes are such like pearl and her face is just like, you know, most beautiful in the world. I got her name from other staffs and it is just a great name which when I hear I just remember her very much. Her smile is a great deal which I am dying to see. Her lips are like tasty slices of mango. I tried to speak to her very often but I couldn't, I don't know why I couldn't at I one thing that I know is that I like her very much and still I like. If I, these days, get a chance to meet her I will certainly meet her. I just want to say her that I like her very much. I wanna say her that I want to hug her tight, want to kiss her, I want to make her to feel me because I want to feel her, I want to feel her heart.
I want to touch her, I wanna say her that I Love her. She also used to look at me and my eyes. Whenever she had to speak to of she would speak very politely which appreciate the most. I liked her because her behaviours were great to me and to the patients. So I had sometime felt that she also had liked me and I'm living by hoping that she miss me as I miss her every day, every moment, every second but problem is that I fear to talk to her because I fear to hear on from her I think she won't ignore me but I really dear her ignore to me so I'll never tell her. If she is dying too to say me as I am, then that is what we'll one day meet at the dawn and will kiss each other and will say I LOVE YOU.
Hope she will read this and will know who the writter is, Bless of God for me and for her.









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