Note to old Mr V
This post is dedicated to a person who once wrote me an amazing story about a girl named Andromeda. Let's call this person Mr. V.
V is the one who pretty much pestered me into returning to the blogging world. Since, he is the one who persuaded me to write again, I thought I might as well take my inspiration from him as well.
The story of V and me is a strange one. We met for a very short while and the chances are great that we will never meet again. Now, V and I aren't quite the best of friends. He's just one of those people you randomly come across one ordinary day. But if I were to divide everything into my life into a set of symbols, V would stand for the following thought:
Sometimes, a stranger can mean a hell of a lot to you for no apparent reason. And similarly, without really trying, you can mean a hell of a lot to someone you barely know. It makes you wonder, what you've done to deserve somebody liking you so much. You might not have been very nice to them. You might have been unable to like them in the way they want you to. But somehow they can't help but feel a connection with you which is why they are unwilling to give up on liking you.
What can say to such people? How can you possibly understand them? How can you be anything but grateful that no matter what you did, they found you worthy of their friendship.
You even feel ashamed because you know that you have done nothing to deserve their kindness. And yet, they seem so willing to always shower you with it.
So, Mr V, now that I must have thoroughly embarassed you with this uber-soppy post, I hope you will not stop pestering me to keep writing :D
Go ahead and contradict what you can...smartypants!
V is the one who pretty much pestered me into returning to the blogging world. Since, he is the one who persuaded me to write again, I thought I might as well take my inspiration from him as well.
The story of V and me is a strange one. We met for a very short while and the chances are great that we will never meet again. Now, V and I aren't quite the best of friends. He's just one of those people you randomly come across one ordinary day. But if I were to divide everything into my life into a set of symbols, V would stand for the following thought:
Sometimes, a stranger can mean a hell of a lot to you for no apparent reason. And similarly, without really trying, you can mean a hell of a lot to someone you barely know. It makes you wonder, what you've done to deserve somebody liking you so much. You might not have been very nice to them. You might have been unable to like them in the way they want you to. But somehow they can't help but feel a connection with you which is why they are unwilling to give up on liking you.
What can say to such people? How can you possibly understand them? How can you be anything but grateful that no matter what you did, they found you worthy of their friendship.
You even feel ashamed because you know that you have done nothing to deserve their kindness. And yet, they seem so willing to always shower you with it.
So, Mr V, now that I must have thoroughly embarassed you with this uber-soppy post, I hope you will not stop pestering me to keep writing :D
Go ahead and contradict what you can...smartypants!
posted by A.S. at 7:15 AM
1 Comments:
Your my A.
Sometimes strangers mean more to you than they are meant to .
You end up liking them more than you were supposed to.
I have a lot more things to thank Ms.A for than her cold compassion.
Some people saved my life , she is one of them . Thank you .
And she has this Aakanksha's box of trouble , to which you tell your problem and it goes away . Thank you.
If there is any girl in front of whom i become a pathetic little man . Then that's her .
I really do.
This kindness . You are going to have to live wtih it .
P.S. I can br uber-soppy too :P
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