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.

here is another continuation...Desh ko situation nai kharaab bhayekole lekhne mood nai chaleko chhaina...anyways dhilai ko laagi sorry bhandai arko part rakhna chanachhu...maaf gaari mero katha ko naya part paadhi comment garnuhola bhanne aasha pani uttikai rakheko chhu...Dhanyabaad...

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That class of nine was a transitional year for me. I was deep in my teenage now (I was fifteen) now and was turning into adult day by day. There were lots of changes happening within me, emotionally and physically, most of which I wouldn?t understand. Most of things Pee and I would sort out with each other, but still some things would remain unsolved and remain mystery till we grew older. We were growing fearless and would be boiled up even in smallest things. The most of class at school would be just like compulsion to us. Pee and I would always talk about being independent soon and make lots of money. We would dream of going together to college, being partners in business and building our home next to each other (None of which will come true later though).
The Tiffin time at school would start with rushing to that canteen to get in line to fetch Mo: Mo. And as soon as we finish our Mo: Mo (Pee would always be last to finish), we would hang out in school premise, sometimes looking around for Pee?s crush, sometimes waiting in line to play Table Tennis (Although sometimes we won?t even get a chance) and sometimes just gossiping around.
That year we kind of become rebellious also, we now learned to raise voice against the teachers we won?t prefer. Although we would never complain to administration, We started ragging the teachers we won?t like.
One of the teachers that suffered most was the health teacher. Some of the incidents in her classes, I still vividly remember.
Once she was hell lot of angry of getting ragged everyday and screamed at us.
?Yestai ho bhane Tmiharule Jaanch ma aalu khanchha (If this continues, you will get potatoes in exam)?
Witty we were, Pee fired back.
?Rato ki seto??? (Red or white)?
God!!! She was so much in fire and asked whole calls who said that. United we were, she never find out, although whole class had to stand up for whole period.
Another one was, once she caught one of our friend red-handed reading comics (Thank god!!! She didn?t find another one) keeping inside book. Later when class ended, our friend went to her and asked, ?padhepaachi phirta lyaidinu hai M?am ( Please return it after you read it!!!)? Man!!! I still remember those looks in her eyes. She looked so hurt. Seeing that look, I tried for a week or so to be serious in her class but to no avail. After week or two, I was also the same bunch as class was. (We sure awe sorry for that madam, Thanks for bearing us!!! You sure were brave!!!)
Then came the day when Pee and I had fight. The fight was not that big, nor that small; But we didn?t talked with each other for about four months after that.
Those days, we used to have our strange ink splashing fights while classes would be going. We used to splash our inks from pen on our friends? shirts secretly.
That day was Sunday and I was in my whitest shirt crisp and clean.
After period or two, I spotted some ink spots in my shirt. Pee being only the next bench partner, I thought it was him and without even thinking for second, I splashed back ink into his shirt.
Damn!!! He caught me red-handed and more than that It was not him who had splashed ink on me.
Pee didn?t spoke to me that whole day and we didn?t even return home together that day.
Next day, pee changed bench.
And we were like strangers for next four months.

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:O) memories!!
"todays worst days are tomorrows best memories":O)

yeah it sure are....I miss those school days...want to be the same school boy again..But I know the clock can't be turned back...I just miss them..DAMN!!!!!!!!!

"HAPPY VALENTINES DAY" to all my dear readers....Hope u find your love today....true and forever....

Yeah Nirman...wow got to read new two parts of ur story after Nepal crisis....eagerly waiting for the next one!!

thnx ard...aaarko lekhne mood nai chaleko chhaina..Heerum mood chalyo bahne i ll write and post soon..if not i think this thread is dead....:-(...anyways thanx for reading and all...
Nirman..{^_^}

Nirman dude mood banauna. Ani lekha.

Ramailo cha timro story. Really. Its unique because of the simplicity you bestow in your choice of words. And may i as well add that in its simplicity, lies the complication you so gallantly present. An age of innocence i.e adolescence, love so obvious yet so subtle, and coinciding it with the golden years with our freinds and schooling years has indeed made your story one of a kind.

It may not be in the zenith of the 'classic' in terms of pleasing 'core' sajhaities who perhaps would love to highlight every now and then about their presence since the genesis of sajha, but mind you, your writing has touch to broader, more 'liberal' base.

Keep it coming. Mo ra ruina sangai basera padchu ani ;). Looks like shez sick. :(. Tyam ma ausadi khanu, tyam ma khana khanu... kehi paryo bhaen malai samjanu hai Ruina dallin ;). " Justt call mahhhhhhhh nameeeeeeeeeee and i'll be there :p

Lu ta, perhaps our request shall work as a stimulus and we shall again see you at ur vintage 'best'.

Take Care,
Indisguise:)

Keep it coming. Mo ra ruina sangai basera padchu ani ;). Looks like shez sick. :(. Tyam ma ausadi khanu, tyam ma khana khanu... kehi paryo bhaen malai samjanu hai Ruina dallin ;). " Justt call mahhhhhhhh nameeeeeeeeeee and i'll be there :p

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nirman i guess indi told abt writing.keep it up.and indi baba..thank u so much...meh missinnng u lott;O)dont u worry abt meh.

Devoid of lust, devoid of attachments, devoid of self-interest, devoid of conditions and devoid of all negative emotions when we want someone to be really really happy with the heart and mind full of compassion. That is the best possible defination of love.

An extract from Buddhist teachings...

thnx INdi and Ruina for your nice words..Khaas ma ta Indi le matra nice words bhaneko ho...;-)...ruina le matra same as indi bhaneko...Tehi pani joodilai kina chhutaidine bhanera...sangai thnx ni...Yeah sort of boosted me too...thinking about what to write again..will take little time and post some soon...hey aani yaar indi ra ruina...yeuta kura curious thiyen..khulasta parnuhunchha ki>>>>...u two guys first threaded together here hoina???...
Just curious.
{*_^} Nirman...

Ruina... huncha :)

Aag dono hi taraf bara baar lagi hui hein. heheheh.. even then, take care ;) hehe

" two guys first threaded together here hoina???...
Just curious. "

---> Bhaneko ke hola? Bidya nastaa maile kuro bujina. :) Eeeeespastaaaaaaa sanga and prasangaaa sangyaaa bhyakhyaaa garnu holaaaa.

Indisguise:)

Saprasanga bhannai parena INDI bro i found out...mero thread ma mahaan jodi ko bhet bhayeko bhanera..I mean maile start gareko thread ma..J bhayepani mero curiosity meetisakyooo...Tmrai CHWEET Ruina le metidiyeko mero Curiosity...hehehehehe.....
K ho kehi jaaleko jaasto baasna aayo yaar...kasaiko mutu jaalejasto...Thukka INDI bro ko mutu poo jalechha...heheheheheh..kaalo bhayera dadhechha...heheheheheh
Nirman...{^_*}...

Nirman ji waiting for the next episode of your story.... khai bhanya been so long since u posted the last one!!

Niraman ji... Khusi lagyo hajur ko curiosity metiyeko ma :). As of meh, I never really gave it a passing thought. Perhaps I was still in a state of trance for simply meeting 'her' ;). HEHEHE. Anyways, since Ruina herself made it clear to you, It must be so. But I do not see her suggesting anything here. :-O. Khai ta?

And as far as my mutu being 'jalne' is concerned, reminded me of this song. Perhaps you must have heard it. If not.... :) Here it goes...

" Ek aag ka dariyaaaa heinnnnnnnn...
Ek andhaaa kuwaa sa heinnn, jo khataam nahi hotaaaaaaaa;
Mein laakh "JALATA" huuu, paar ye " bhasaam" nahi hotaaa " :)

As long as it amuses you my dear fren.... :p
In jest,
IndisGuise:)

Hey Nirman,

You sound like you were in SVI and from Mhenpi, Ktm. Are you?? Just curious................

Story is coollllllllllllllllllllllll.

Purush

Thukka Barbaad bhaihalyo ni...mero secrecy jammi Purush le thaha paayo...khattam bhayo yaar.....hehehehehehehe...U sure are right purush...M sure a Vanasthalite...MAILE thagne gareko Comics buyer tmi nai ho ki k ho???heheheheheheheh...
and hey rhythm...wait...ma post garihalchhu...just wait hai....aali aali lekheko chhu...but m not sure if i may post it or not...aajha aaru lekhechhi ma post garihalchhu...hope u won't mind....

tirrrriiiiiiiiiiiiiiingg tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiirrrrrrrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnngg(here goes my alarm clock)
biahana bihanaa class hunu bhaneko pani sarapai payeko jasto..ramro sangha sutnu pani paundaiina....(man manaai gali gardai uthe)akha michdai bahira gayee chaat maa..chiso chiso thiyo ,jismisee ujyalo bhayeko thiyo...charaharu chirbir chirbir gareko ,ali ali hawa lageko....tada ujyaloo bhayeko,tada chaur ma manche haru excercise gareko ghar ko chat baata dekhinthiyo....ekchin paachi nindra harayo .
tala kitchen ma gayee....chiya basalee anii music on garera brush garnu thalee.. mom lai k chainthyo karaunu thalisyo..."nanu music sano gar naa sabai jana suterakheko cha"...ani breakfast liyera dress lagayera ready bhayera hidee class tiraa.
tyahi eutai batoo .aja ali dhila bhaisakeko thiyo ali chado chado hiddai thiye...church ayo(christian ta hoina tara pani i biswas lagcha jesus ma).aba tya ekchin nachiree kaha college gayeko majja aunthiyo raa..gayee ekchin basee .kohi hundiana thiyo soo ananda sangha basthee dhukka bhayera.. ..ananda aunthiyo....ani hide college tira.ek dui jana manche haru fyatta futta bhet hunthiyo..dherai jaso sister hunthiyo church ko bato bhayeko le .
jadhai thiye .dhila bhayeko le hatar hatar hindai thiyee,afnai sur ma k k sochdai..ekkasii paachadi bata bistarai motorcycle ko awaj ayo ..jhan bato chodchu jhan paachi auncha....anii pachadi farkera herda chai motorcycle rokcha...abhuiiiiiiiiiiii k chainthiyo i was so damn scared....ani darai darai bhaye pani bhaye bhar ko tagat nikalera bhanee...rishayeko jasto garera whats wrong with u?
helmet nikalera hasdai nothin bhaneko taa saathi po raicha..ani hat ma samateko file le dang hanee ani bhanee" kastoo tarsakoo ekchin ta satoo nai gayeko".ani akha tarera bato hidnu thale..lift chaincha bhanera k bhaneko matra thiyo bessarii akha tareko ta chup chap.. ....khui khui dagurera class ma gaye..
ayo haliddai manche pani...anii dhila bhayo bhaneko taa teacher nai ayeko raina raicha...sas ferdai ujwala ko side ma gayera base...class ko sabai jana le jiskaundai thiyo ek paachi arko ayeko dekhera..nakali haru lai k chainthiyo ra jiskaunu lai bahana na ho jiskaihalyo..sundai nasuneko jasto garera class ma gayera basee..
here comes our teacher!!
mr trinetra:)
disco ,hrithik roshan, dikilchayau etc etc ho nickname chaii....
anii start huncha uha ko lecture euta question bata jahile pani....laa bhanus ta?:)
khoi k bhanee ho achamai cha.?! class ma padhne sunee ta tyastaii ho note chai lekhinthyo ....jahile class bhairakheko belama kohi keti dekhyo bhanee bishwo lai kotyaune bani thyo hami sab ko..bishwoo bishwoo ayo!
tyo din pani ayo ani hamile bistarai kotayau..usle ta class bhairakheko pani birseraa parda panchaunu thalyo hatar hatar.....sir le tyati bela dekhnu bhayo anii karaunu bhayo...."oye k bhayo"..bishwo ta chup chap.anii kehi problem cha bhane bahira jadaa huncha?....padhnnu man chaina bhanee mero class attend nagare pani huncha.
bishwo pani chup chap uthera sir lai herdai gayo..(he was most funny guy in class)anii uslai hideko dekhera sir khissa hasnu bhayo..sir hasnu matrai k bhayeko thio biswo ta tyahi khali bhayeko chair ma basera bhanyo hehe sir hasnu bhayo !....
ani sakiyo ekchin mai first lecture pani....

Hey Nirman:

Where is your house? I might know your house then. Is it your real name? what is your thar ni?? I was neither a buyer nor a seller of comics. Anyway.........waiting for your posts.

Ruina, you better not post here or post in a way that is easier to read. It's hard to read your words. Either write in Neali alphabet or use English sentences. Reading Nepali in English alphabet is terrible. Don't give others hard times.

Purush

Nirman ...i hope u will at least give an ending to ur lovely story....u can't do such injustice to the reader by stopping the thread....and regarding Ruina's story, ya was a good one to read..that too in Romaji...reminded me some snapshots of STXC...but ya it would be better if Ruina posts the story on other thread as it would intermix with Nirman's one.

Hey ard...i m not ending story here...there will be still lots of stufs happening...I don't know lot or less..but story doesn't ends here...it is just that i m just bg with some of family stuffs and to be straight i was not really writing well lately with lots of things going inside my head....I m sorry if my dear readers have been dissapointed...But here is little bit i have written of...although it is just a little...I hope u ll read it..I ll post again more soon...This time i promise soon...because i m trying to write more...anyways here comes another part...

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I thought it would resolve in few days, but instead Pee and I were finding each other with different bunch of people now. Initially I didn?t miss him much, but as soon as the weekend came, I surely missed hanging out with him. This weekend was first weekend in years when I was not hanging out with Pee (Unless I had to go to relatives). With no other friends around I found myself in solitude.
I just went to the rooftop of my home that day. All with my loneliness, I just sat there with my tons of comics, which soon I got bored of.
After an hour or so, she came to the rooftop, but acted as if she hadn?t noticed me, or maybe I didn?t notice her noticing me.
She went to another end of the roof and just stayed there looking to the other side.
I noticed her too but I tried my best to ignore.
At least I tried to act as if I was ignoring her.
Maybe for about 15 minutes I tried not to look at her side, and eventually failed.
As soon the desire grew more than my control, I slowly peered into her side afraid she would see me peering into her side.
GOD!!! There she was, with her long hair now, and for first time I noticed she had grown too.
I was bedazzled, even I hadn?t seen her face, was now kind of staring at her.
Sooner, she looked at my side and seeing me staring at her, she just smiled.
Embarrassed I was, I smiled back, not knowing what else to do.
I turned away and tried to ignore her again. But that innocent look has now hypnotized me. I never wanted to miss those looks again.
Once again, my heart throbbed to talk with her, but stubborn I was I didn?t talk with her. That day, though we were in opposite ends, we stayed there till late gazing the stars. (That was my favorite pastime in solitude, and maybe hers too)
Next day, after school, with nothing much to do, I went to rooftop. She was already there and impulsively I just went and stood next to her. She looked at my side, I sure still remember that twinkle on her hazel eyes, and she smiled the cutest smile I have ever seen. I smiled back too, but I had no guts to speak, and I didn?t. That day, we stayed together at one end of the roof till the star came out, and gazed to those twinkling stars, together after about one and half year.
Destined to be together, I think, we were there again beside each other, but this time without interchange of a single word.

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