Well, storytelling is an art. And ppl attempts to create a story with a logic, but whether they pass or fail in the process is a fun in itself. So here is a story made up by story tellers. TM, TK and PA
TM: we are starting a story; next person will say one sentence; the other another sentence; it should be logical.TK u start.
PA: haan start kar
TK: once upon a time there was this girl.
PA: who used to love dreaming
TM: about this girl called
TK: Naina, her daughter
TM. :): who was sleeping
TK. :): in her tummy ever since she started dreaming
PA. :): every single night, just one scene came in front of eyes...
TM .:): oh that guy who loved her
TK .:): whom she dreamt of spending her life with, enacting every scene in her mind
TK ..:): perfect, the way she wanted it to be
PA ..:): laughing and chuckling to herself for he must have done that he must have said that
TM .:): about the pressure cooker in the kitchen
TK .:): then abruptly stopping all those thoughts, realizing and being afraid that she might never get him
PA ..:): but every morning she rose up with a new hope
PA ..:): a hope of being with him
PA ..:.): a hope of having him beside her
TM .:): a hope of getting him wash her clothes and his too
TK .:): together they washed clothes and did all the chores in her dream world
PA .:): where they both used to throw water at each other
TM .:): and also cook food
TK .:): and read and write and serve the society, but
PA .:.): but coming back to the reality, they were not with each other
TM .:): because he was with another guy
TK .:): who was his dad, and he was close to him and he didn’t want him to be with that girl
PA .:): and he had to chose, between his responsibilities and his love for her
TM .:): and also between Suzie and Ramona
TK .:): and he was very confused, he couldn’t decide how and on which basis to take the decision
PA .:): Susie and Ramona were his unmarried sisters
TM .:): who were believed to be vampires
TK .:): by the society around them which was all crazy, for society is a very crazy thing
TM .:): and could not say whether it is a boy, girl or other
TK .:.): despite all that he loved her, loved her purely
PA .:): the sonogram was done, it was a baby boy
TM .:): yet she did not know the name of the father of the boy
TK ..:): she had fallen in love with him on the fst sight, the name was insignificant, so were the other details
PA .:7): there was no need for knowing the name of the father, for she knew his smell, his touch and most importantly his recognized his soul
PA .:): she*
TM .:): which was no different et all from her previous boyfriend and the one before him
TK .:): which were all the same man, his different phases, sometimes caring, sometimes funny et al
PA .7:): yet she was always unsure whether it’s enough to sustain the lovely bond of love between them?
TM .:): or should she go and do shop in the supermarket for some grocery
TK .:): so that she can make delicious dishes for him when he comes to meet her
PA .:): or should she fill the room with rose petals all across
TM .:): now everyone knows that rose petals come from roses that are grown in gardens
TK .:.): and they have great fragrance that give a different kind of peace
TK .:): gives
PA .:): a different kind of emotion, a different feeling of love
TM .:): just like raj and riya used to have
TK .:): when they went to their balcony where they had lots of rose plants of different colours
PA .:): when they used to look at each other's eyes, even the roses smiled with jealousy
PA .:): in*
TM .:): and even jealous was raj auntie opposite door
TK ..:): for she also remembered her moments spent wid Raj's uncle, who now a days was lost consuming liquor day and night
PA looking at them one evening, she was reminded of her very first kiss, when both of them were very young
TM .:.): and raju the chaiwala was staring at them
TK .:): with the two glasses of chai in his hand, for it was raining and they had stopped for chai at his stall amongst the greenery all around
PA .:): even before the chai could be served, they were done
TM .:): and then the scene changes to story of the white sari clad girl named chandrakanta
TK .:): who lost her husband in the war
PA .:): the war between US and Russia
TM .:): and between Iceland and Fire land
TK .:): and then the scene changes to tushar eating bhelpuri
PA .:): and not sharing it with Tamm and PA
TM .:): but sharing it with the chandrakanta who is now wearing white sari
TK .:): even though chandraknta has already finished her plate of bhelpuri
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