Today I would like to narrate one thing.... ...............................................................
.........................That is a sign of a marvellous day... Sun had arisen like a begotten child out of womb of his mother earth.. pouring out lazy red rays, giving rise to a nice Dawn.... just at that time mouli started moving to his friend's house near kacheguda..... he reached Lingampally and waited for MMTS to come..........In the mean time it had arraived just like a student being called by his master........unfortunately(for that moment) he could not get a seat to sit.....In a general compartement he found some place at a corner of the door and stood there, thinking about the further tasks of life........With a big kick or hit of driver the MMTS was moving like a centipede, with nice hormonius sound.. kooooooo..chuk..chuk..chuk..... It was rushing towards its destination through its concurrent stations... our hero felt so boaring and his legs are paining and he started thinking that it would be better to sit on legs of somebody..........................In the mean while the rushing centipede reached nature cure hospital..................here turns the story amazing and interesting...................................Three girls aboard the train.....but the thing is that three are with balck dressess and one was too aged and another is with an odd face....but the one in the middle looks too cute...... their burkaas were uncovered on their faces and its more on the middle one.........You know?, as usual mouli could stare at her directly and continuously.......but with an excuse of observing the surroundings he is enjoing the situation...............stations are passing on and on.....some sweet and unexlainable feelings are entertaining mouli............suddenly one disturbance of India came and asked mouli that whether which station it is.............mouli is just kicked out of looks exchange process with that question and realized that the station was Secunderabad and later he realized that the person asked about the duration it stays there........cursing the disturbance within mind mouli answered in 'englipiece' for hindi question..............then the person asked him whether the train goes to Hyderabad............Mouli tries to stop himself getting red for that person's dirty disturbance and answered 'no'.....then the person left from there.......for which mouli felt so happy......mouli started standing in different styles.....ofcourse not ugly.........she too observing nature and sometimes directly looking into the eyes of mouli and smiling to a side........those arrow like looks made mouli to feel as if an unseen musician was playing all types of organs in his mind...............at seethaaphal mandi three seats were vacated....the middle one refused the others to sit and asked to stay along with her.........they were talking something and laughing............mouli thought that they were thinking about a big couch potato infront of them...(claiming himself)......however he was too optimistic and thought that they were thinking about him like (hrithik, salman, and other existing stupids of woods).............he was feeling a great romantic morning............for one minute he dared to completely stare at her eyes (when she was not looking) but he just jerked his looks a side when she stared at him...............acting too excutively...........it was so likely to him that she was observing him.....................his thoghts reached the extremities of paradise(not the one in hyderabad) the songs he was singing, the poems he was writing and the imaginations he was making in his dreams are....too gorgeous...beautiful....and so on..............mouli's last but one station had been reached again 5 more seats got vacated, her friends forced her to sit.......yet they sat in a way that mouli get a seat infront of the middle girl..... after she sat.....she gave a look with beautiful smile for a few microseconds to mouli to sit there....................................its true that time is some times cruel...............in the mean time kacheguda station came, mouli must alight.......because his ticket could not be valid from there further............although he does not consider ticket, he must consider the gravity of the work he is going for and he could not continues his travel and alighted......................with a doubt of whole befallen tasks whether real or his imagination, he had just looked back at the window where she sat.....................with a glorious smile and painful look she was looking at mouli...........................staring at mouli.............................................may be thinking of mouli............................time is again cruel...........it did not allow train to stay there for more time......................the t...r...a...i...n........had left........mouli thought to say bye...bye....but he did not dare to do so....................................as the 'man carrying man made centipede'(MMTS) was moving forth............................mouli could put hardly put his foot forth (one per few seconds).............. to leave the station...........................................................she was not known before.....................she will not be seen for any longer...........but she left some sweet unbearable pain in heart.....................moments are momentary.....they might not be there in past......they may not exist in the future tooooo...................................................................you may say these incidents are like passing clouds....................that girl might have thought it to be a time pass.......................but mouli is a fool he does not know all these...............he knows only one feeling that is romantic lovely feeling...............it may be a weakness........mouli could not get a girl in, but.......these incidents..................prostrate his thoughts cerebrate his heart............vibrate his feelingsss...................................love is not thinking about future plans,settlement,marriage,hi hi, chi chi, cha cha and so on.................it does not have any sound it has only feelings.............those who can not get such things are gifted from god with these sort of incidents..........................those who got it.....must see it would be fed, grown, spread unlimited between them...........remember love is a great gift of life...........those who derange are not humans they are balakrishnas......those who make fun of it were the victims of lovelessness..........career,earning,job.....and so on are great, but love gives ignition to them, it fuels them........its no longer an enemy to any developments................
I am a love lover, so I do liked this happening... 
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