a letter

this is a letter i read and found full of emotions , i wanted to share this here. I have edited it so that the privacy of the writer remains intact and have asked her permission before i post this here, so here it is .....




It’s not been long, since I first thought about you in a manner that even surprised me too. Yes, I loved a guy I knew nothing about. I loved him, I still don’t know why. He called me one of his soulmates, when I knew that I wasn’t probably. Coz for me he was the only one…soulmate? Don’t know…the word seemed small to me. No, not a soulmate but my soul itself. He may have many, but I knew I had just one.

I dived into the unknown waters of what is called love, not knowing how deepor how wide it would be. I went further and further, realizing very soon that Iwas actually going through an emotional progression and sentimentalescalation…big words
In simple words I was evolving as a person.

I felt loved even before I was told that I had him to love me. And that is justbecause I loved that person soo much that I understood that it was enough tokeep me going for the rest of my life. I ‘had’ never rather I ‘have’ neverfelt this way before. I just don’t only feel complete and fulfilled but sooONE with the person I love. I breath him, I sense him, I hear him, and I mhopelessly in love with him.
Each fight we go through and each crisis we face together; makes me feel somuch more secure and so much more absolute, that I don’t feel the need tolook at any other path but his. He leads my way and I walk with him…till mylast day or till the day he wants me to (which ever happens first)…and willb the happiest holding his hand and ensure myself over and over again, atbeing led by the person I trust blindly.
For me, he runs my life and I have no second thoughts about it.Strange, how I handed over everything into his hands, without even thinkingonce. Perhaps, love gave me all the assurance I needed to have to take astep like that.
For me, now, its not just love; it’s a bond…that gives me ‘a status’ in youreyes, ‘a name’ and ‘a right’. It’s just not me anymore. I m changed. Because I m more of you now, than I m myself.
And I feel as if I’m falling in love with you all over again each day…

It’s MY feeling only…

I know I am crazy…
But I do know this too…that for me…nothing will ever change…My actions have no reason…yes…but they give peace - to my love - for you...and that’s enough to satisfy me…

The day you told me, you love me…I felt the whole world coming together just totell me tat I have everything in this world now…
Days passed and each day I felt closer to you...

YOU knew more of me and I discovered a new you each day…
The one who was pointless at times, stubborn always, silly, crazy, cute and what not…
I loved him more and more…
And I know that - this love will only grow with time…
before this gets too emotional , I’ll end it…
because I want to keep this short

You
YOU are my life…I can never ever think of parting with you...
No matter how unreasonable you get…I’ll still love you just the same way…
Relationships and people both change with time and so will we…rather wehave already changed so much…as individuals and as a couple…since the timewe first got together…

But I just hope that this love remains forever…

We might not b there together probably and part our ways in the future simplybecause you have your duties to fulfill and I have a home to look after…But I know one thing for sure…that even if probably tomorrow you get married and we never talk again…I’ll still love you...just as much as I do today or probablyeven more…

YOU are there in every thought but you are just not there anywhere when I look around
All I find are the empty walls and an even empty air that surrounds meI miss you sooo much

I take this opportunity to tell you how much you mean to me and how much I

love you...

I love you soooo much…

chika rika chi chai cho

there was this poem that a cousin of mine taught me when i was very little, it was supposed to be a chinese-english hybrid poem which he learned from a chinese kid in his school in KSA, though i have no way of knowing if indeed its chinese or not.

this poem has been running around my head for past few days now, ever since we got to know that a chinese lady might be hired by us here in pakistan to work on my project. mayhaps i would ask her if i get the chance as to what it means and if indeed its chinses origin or not.

pretty interesting memories come with this poem though, the time i think i was in class 2 or 3 when my cousin taught mE that, carefree and imensly destructive and naughty kids, chaotic for others. ah well those were the good old days, i wonder where that kid got lost along the way and i ended up being mE ..

that friendship with my cousin also seemed to have vanished, the special bond we two shared, ah well i guess we all grow, i sometimes do say hello hi to that cousin of mine after few months on msn even though we both are online almost everyday, hard to imagine two ppl who were so close as children to be so far away , not just in distances but also mentally.

not complaining , thats what life is, we make friends , we have good time, we get bored of them and then we make new friends , and then we discard the old ones, not like discard, but move away, each of us does that, even though if we are the ones who dont let ppl go easily and try to hold on to loved ones in our lives as long as we can, in the end we do move away. Its a mutual act,

but its good to remember those days and those acts, im sure many of ppl in my childhood wont like to remember that kid that i was who used to break their toys open just to see how they work, or who loved the sound of crystal being broken (such a lovely music),

i bet none of you know that you can drop a crystal glass from 5 feet at a certain angle that the glass bounces back 4 feet back up with ample time for you to catch it and if you manage to catch it there is not even a single crack on the glass.... it never bounces when it hits the floor again if you fail to catch it though (thats when you hear the lovely sound of crystal breaking ),

beware though, mothers dont find this scientific research worth their while

so let mE end this here and now before i tell you more of the hard earned secret knowledge i gathered through experiments and bruises.... ppl need to discover these delightful mysteries on their own

so in the end, let mE put down the poem i was talking about, the title of the poem is

Chika Rika Chi Chai Cho

There was once a china man
whose name was Chika Rika Chi Chai Cho
Chika Rika Chi Chai Cho was
pando mando maffa tikka to
Oko Toko Manipai Ichipai
Chika Rika Chi Chai Cho