Storyofafsal

                                DIARY                                                                                                  10-10-2020  11:20am  Hi it’s me, you may know me by the name “The girl with the blue bottle”. It’s eleven past six, my My foot is cold and heavy, but a very serious confession to make. Before getting into details. without a doubt, we were dumped to one of the worst campuses our college had. The college kept so far from the outside considering any social contact. All I could see were pyramids of concrete and steel imported for the construction. Finding an exact word for the first impression is still difficult, but if it helps...

 I've lived so close to such a blessed place & wasn't knowing the whole story, A Sahaba is someone who saw the prophet and was his companion throughout his days in mecca & Medina. And they are ranked the purest souls after the prophets and angels. KASARGOD, a place in Kerala has a masjid that was built 1400 years ago. Previously there was endless debate regarding whether it's built by a tabi (who is the next generation to sahaba) or a Sahaba( whose eyes are blessed to see the prophet). In 1975 during a “Uroos festival,” a scholar from Egypt came to Kasargod, and he went on to see the druga. Immediately after the Ziyara, he asked the locals present there, “ Do you have a doubt of the identity of this person lying inside the grave? You shouldn't be. This is a Sahaba, not a tabi, and if you want to know which Sahaba it is, he is Malik, a companion of the prophet who was present when Nabi (SA)split the moon into two. This sahabi has witnessed one of the greatest muh...

  Not all have experienced a nourishing relationship. Those who felt it are the fortuitous ones. 8 billion people in the world, 8 million characters, and you ended up with the person you desired. And the real question is " are you really happy being with him/her"?. Or do you just fake it like most of them do in bed? Banknotes ain't the one that makes the relationship healthy, of course, they make them expensive. But still, the question stays, "Are you still happy"? Sex coalesces the body together, and the appetite for pleasure makes you moan so hard. But the question hangs around still. "Do you like what's happening"? Caring makes it beautiful to hold on to each other. Until you find them cringe for being so overprotective. Still, the question kicks, "Did you like what they make you feel*"? An Apple keeps the doctor away. The same apple with a bit of photo degradation invites the doctor home. it's not the fruit is bad. It's ...

 This one is for Ronaldo and everyone who he admired and influenced. You are the direct rival of my idol. But still, you are one of the greatest ever to play the game. We know lately, you ain't enjoying what you are best at. You are 37, age catches peopl and it declines the performances. But you are the fittest 37-year-old I've seen in football. I could never join the party of “Ronaldo is aged and finished”. We indeed go through some difficult times. And absolutey you are right through arguably the worst period of your career. Understandable. I remember there weren't any Portugal fans before you. If yes hardly one or two. You created a legacy that would be sung for hundreds and hundreds of years to come. A Messi fan. A great Messi fan, where I'd been in debate with “Who's the GOAT” for the last ten or fifteen years. All my life I always spoke with the facts. But still I've counted you second to most the things I said. There could never be another Ronaldo and it...

 A big part of our life we keep imagining. I wasn't different either. My imagination hit the rock-bottom of impossibilities. Let me remind you again. I'm in search for the love. The love I found in the form of a blue bottle. Days passes by I keep searching for a way to get in to the game. Last time I checked I have only 4 days left for my internship to get over at her college. The chances are narrowing and the possibilities are diminishing,there are some signs of love that makes you believe in fables. everywhere you go You see her face. Every corner you turn, you catch her glimpse. I must admit before my readers. A thousand times I felt to talk to her, but each time when the urge blow, I wasn't ready for it. At that specific moment, I would've taken bullets but not rejection. Before I know my phone already have a folder named her possessing 100+ photos and infinite dreams followed. every day before sleep, I ask myself. Will I ever gonna win her heart? You know I never s...

 Something is missing in my romance, I felt it. I can't resist my feelings for her. It thrived every day. I forgot why do they (college) send me there. Attending patients has become the least important to me. Skipped many sessions and did thirst for her presence. watching her from a distance has become an obsession. Yes, I'm obsessed and there's nothing I can do about it. I realized that I need a "go-between".God indeed has a plan for everyone. The plan he had for me was in the form of a girl with big round eyes. I brought the strength and motivation inside me to communicate with this girl, Thinking she could be a great help. She is from Mumbai. I don't even speak Hindi. and how I'm going to express my thoughts? Fortunately, I thanked the company rule  before 1947 for feeding English to the Indians. My English needs to play a role. And an important one!. My heart didn't allow me to text the Mumbaikar first. I believed the boy making the first move is a...

 The time is 4:00 pm. We reached the hostel. I just saw this gorgeous girl and can't stop thinking about her. Who is she? What is she doing here? Why didn't I see her before? Where have you been the whole time? Questions sprinted on my mind. I know I need to find the answers. But how? Tea was waiting for me. Headed to mess and a friend offered a sip from his cup. My human brain was still thinking about the girl I saw. Impatient to know the details of her. I couldn't keep it myself. Opened to a friend whom I consider my best friend for life. He's good at this stuff. he saved my life. She's studying BHMS he told. I asked what? BHMS. I repeated the question. he explained to me as a professor does. Got it, BHMS means Bachelors in Homeo medicine. But I wanted something else. He knew what I was looking for. Showed me an Instagram page of BHMS students. showed me a group picture and asked to find the girl I saw on the bus.it was the easiest task I ever appointed to do. The...

 Story happens around in Bangalore, where I believe normally being drunk is fine. Im gonna talk about a person who is not normal.there is no space for normal persons in this world. I had to make decision. A strong one in fact. To leave everything behind to come to a world we all have heard a million times. BANGALORE ....... Ive come along way.home is far,love is distant. Everything seem new. The city,the people,the street,and the job. There I met a few people. One face was familier rest 2 are completly new. Story is all about one of them. Getting drunk is an art I always belive in that. Ive never seen a better artist than him. I think he would be a great use to KERALA BEV CO. if he stayed home. But destiny was waiting for him in the form MRP. They met. They fell in love like any other teenager.tell me you need a reason to drink everyday. Like devdas and heart breaks. He needs none. He breaks every rule of alcahol. Drink with anything he gets in hand. Could be water or venom he neve...

  Have seen some boys smoking Solicited the motive of Puffing. One of them said It gives attitude. So I've shown them the magnitude These boys are just above fifteen The stick has already a routine Ohh my dear, Smoking gives you cancer, it can be your death dancer They never gave the swag Always showed the grave. And you better stop inhaling So we can thwart Regretting.                                     

 A GIR WITH A BLUE BOTTLE This is my story. Story of love, I was searching past 21 years. Sounds stupid that everyone has a story to confess nowadays. This is no different. Beginning with whom I’m. I better take you 2 years back. Everything sounded so cool. College life, finding love is the easiest at times. Yet hundreds left unloved or couldn’t find so-called “soulmates”. Consider me one among them. but I quite had good first 4 years in college. Very good indeed. Own a meme page of college, well known between the walls. At least one might have heard the page at least once in their UNI life. This story is well explained how I met and fall in love with this girl who I haven’t seen for a single time before in my life.I went to my last few days of compulsory internship on a different campus. My life has changed ever since. Weird and cute I call. You met this girl in your life and never want to let her go. Absolutely the cliche in movies. It was an October, an October where COVID was e...