It was painful. Still, I saw heaven while making love to you. You've completed me. You are special to me. But how did you resist so long…, making love!' Alishan asked.‘I heard your sweet moan, while I was inside you… I desired to listen more, and this desire to hear you more and more, held me to act accordingly.

Your sketch is beyond the imagination, it’s beyond thevast sea with full of emotion. A wide space is there between the two, a space of freedom, space of flexibility, though they were quite close to each other, but they are not restricted to anything. When you restrict your mind, your relation starts taking a reverse direction’. Once again, the letter reminded me of Neha’s emotion, her attachments for me…

Can you trust me, once again…? Won’t you feel guilty accepting me with my wrongs…?’ I whispered.‘No… never…’ she hugged me tight, I rubbed my hand on her hairs , pat on her shoulder and said sorry for making her cry.

You were the best part of my life; I do not regret making friends with you…I will wait for you till the end of my life…This time I won’t force you to come near me, take yourown time.If you feel you can return me my best friend, just typeme a small – Hi… or GM or GN… I won’t force you totype the complete words, as I don’t want to waste your timefor me…I Love You (As a best friend).Missing you very badly…Waiting for my Sid…

The day, before sleeping; I recalled everything… to crosscheck that - whether I was wrong at any point of time! Then I realized – it’s not mandatory that the way you perceive life will be the same in which others envision it.

Don’t have the power to make someone happy…?’ Icriticized.‘I have the power, the desire… But No marriage, No girlfriend stuff… When I feel like doing something crazy, I can pay and get a girl in bed… No emotions, no argument, and no expectations, just I want to fuck and fulfil my desire, that’s it…! Darling, there is nothing like ‘LOVE’, everything revolves around the four lettered word – ‘FUCK’, understood…?’ he explained naughtily.

What they failed to understand was that a creative person can never restrict himself/herself within a particular time-frame. I was no longer a school-going boy. The writer in me revolted – I started to voice my likes and dislikes.