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She walked out of her chaotic house and rushed to the bust stop to catch her bus. She would have normally missed it, but today it was still there waiting, for some wierd reason. To find out why, she stepped onto the bus, and inside it, she saw a boy, about her age, standing next to the driver, who as soon as she entered, said "Let's go". The moment she heard his voice, something happened, her heartbeat fastened and she could hardly look at him.. She sat on the first best seat she could find, coz she felt her knees were going weak The BOy asked: "Where do u want to go.." "Wherever you're headed." she replied. At this moment, she could not thing of anything else to say. She was lost in thought. What relation did she have with this boy that he made her feel this way? She glanced up at his face. He had a crooked smile on his face and was pretending to be looking through her seat window. No realization came to her. It was hard to explain what was happening to her. She could only know that this was the first time she felt such a connection with someone. Was this called connection or Attraction, or maybe what people know as LOve at first sight...? She shyly looked away from him and started staring out of the window, in order to get her feelings under control...
But controlling her feelings was the last thing she could do..they were creating havoc in her mind!!!!...She could feel the piercing dark brown eyes watching her intently although she was trying to look outside the window .."This is insane" ,she thought ,"few hours ago I didn't even know this boy and now I am with him alone in this bus yet I am not afraid, what's wrong me ???????" .....
Just as she was drifting into some sort of a reverie about work, and the latest article she had to submit, like as though he had read her mind, he asked "Where do you work?" Broken out of her daydream, she replied "Elle, the fashion magazine." "I'm Karan. He replied." "Nisha" she replied, and turned to look out the window againg, blushing wildly.
As she continued her act of gazing outside she felt a wave of familiarity rushing in her mind.Those brunette eyes filled with naughtiness danced in front of her reminding her of the Secondary School days she had spent.She was astonished as the realization dawned -- She gaped at that handsome young lad, the very first crush she ever had. Yes, it was him! The one guy who had broken many hearts at the school. The same dark chocolate eyes, the chisseled fase, the dark hair with the slight wave which made your fingers itch to touch its silkiness. If they thought he was sexy then, now he was one hell of an attractive guy. She gave a deep sigh, he probably did not remember her, who would remember a girl who used to wear pigtails and glasses.But, there was hope. Just like when you have your first crush, you wish, that they like you. Even when you know that there is no possibility, your heart hopes. And so I sat there staring out the window, but not really staring, just hopeing that he would say something, ask something. It was his eyes that had first attracted me...
i remember i was in year nine and i was in the canteen and i was walking over to a table where my friends were sitting when bam i hit someone and i dropped my lunch and i nearly fell, when right in time the guy who had crashed into me caught me before i fell, i had looked up and saw big brown eyes that made me go mad...... he had said sorry and bought me another lunch with his own money.


" hey , umm... want to go for a cup of coffee?" he asked interrupting my thoughts and combing his hair with his fingers. i look up at him, and reply " um..sure ok but i cant stay for long ok?"
" that ok" he said and smiled, i practically felt as if i would melt his smile was so sweet and cute, and those eyes of his seemed to become bigger and more awesome every second.
The bus stopped outside a bus stop close to a cafe.
we both got out....

It was crowded in the cafe but he spotted a table in the corner and he steered towards it. He pulled a chair out for me to sit down. He leaned back and gave one of his cute smile again, "What would you like to drink?" For a moment my eyes could not pull away from his his. If felt my cheeks flush and gazing away, almost whispered, "Just coffee."

She walked out of her chaotic house and rushed to the bust stop to catch her bus. She would have normally missed it, but today it was still there waiting, for some wierd reason. To find out why, she stepped onto the bus, and inside it, she saw a boy, about her age, standing next to the driver, who as soon as she entered, said "Let's go".

The moment she heard his voice, something happened, her heartbeat fastened and she could hardly look at him..
She sat on the first best seat she could find, coz she felt her knees were going weak
The BOy asked: "Where do u want to go.."

"Wherever you're headed." she replied. At this moment, she could not thing of anything else to say. She was lost in thought. What relation did she have with this boy that he made her feel this way? She glanced up at his face. He had a crooked smile on his face and was pretending to be looking through her seat window. No realization came to her.

It was hard to explain what was happening to her. She could only know that this was the first time she felt such a connection with someone. Was this called connection or Attraction, or maybe what people know as LOve at first sight...? She shyly looked away from him and started staring out of the window, in order to get her feelings under control...

But controlling her feelings was the last thing she could do..they were creating havoc in her mind!!!!...She could feel the piercing dark brown eyes watching her intently although she was trying to look outside the window .."This is insane" ,she thought ,"few hours ago I didn't even know this boy and now I am with him alone in this bus yet I am not afraid, what's wrong me ???????" .....

Just as she was drifting into some sort of a reverie about work, and the latest article she had to submit, like as though he had read her mind, he asked "Where do you work?" Broken out of her daydream, she replied "Elle, the fashion magazine." "I'm Karan. He replied." "Nisha" she replied, and turned to look out the window againg, blushing wildly.

As she continued her act of gazing outside she felt a wave of familiarity rushing in her mind.Those brunette eyes filled with naughtiness danced in front of her reminding her of the Secondary School days she had spent.She was astonished as the realization dawned -- She gaped at that handsome young lad, the very first crush she ever had.

Yes, it was him! The one guy who had broken many hearts at the school. The same dark chocolate eyes, the chisseled fase, the dark hair with the slight wave which made your fingers itch to touch its silkiness. If they thought he was sexy then, now he was one hell of an attractive guy. She gave a deep sigh, he probably did not remember her, who would remember a girl who used to wear pigtails and glasses.

But, there was hope. Just like when you have your first crush, you wish, that they like you. Even when you know that there is no possibility, your heart hopes. And so I sat there staring out the window, but not really staring, just hopeing that he would say something, ask something. It was his eyes that had first attracted me...

i remember i was in year nine and i was in the canteen and i was walking over to a table where my friends were sitting when bam i hit someone and i dropped my lunch and i nearly fell, when right in time the guy who had crashed into me caught me before i fell, i had looked up and saw big brown eyes that made me go mad...... he had said sorry and bought me another lunch with his own money.


" hey , umm... want to go for a cup of coffee?" he asked interrupting my thoughts and combing his hair with his fingers. i look up at him, and reply " um..sure ok but i cant stay for long ok?"
" that ok" he said and smiled, i practically felt as if i would melt his smile was so sweet and cute, and those eyes of his seemed to become bigger and more awesome every second.
The bus stopped outside a bus stop close to a cafe.
we both got out....

It was crowded in the cafe but he spotted a table in the corner and he steered towards it. He pulled a chair out for me to sit down. He leaned back and gave one of his cute smile again, "What would you like to drink?" For a moment my eyes could not pull away from his his. If felt my cheeks flush and gazing away, almost whispered, "Just coffee."

I looked away, outside, pretending to be interested in the cars, rushing by. I could still feel his eyes on me. This was the moment, the chance, to talk to him, ask him if he remembered. I knew he wouldn't, but there was again that little ray of hope in my heart! "Soo..." I said turning to look at him, with a small smile.

Everyone has a soul. The essence of life. And these essences lie in different things. Van Gogh had his in his colours; Michelangelo had his set in stone, Adolf Loos in the buildings he built & then there's mine. My soul is entwined in celluloid. Yes, I am a film maker. This is my story.

Sameer Khanna is the name. And my only wish is to see the tag 'Director' written before my name. For 24 years I have walked this earth & as you may have guessed I like telling stories, be it on paper, online or on film. From the time I could walk I have known, that my destiny lies in only one place… Cinema!


so here is something about me..i would love to share more of my experiences with any1 who wants to know!!

cheers!! 😛

She walked out of her chaotic house and rushed to the bust stop to catch her bus. She would have normally missed it, but today it was still there waiting, for some wierd reason. To find out why, she stepped onto the bus, and inside it, she saw a boy, about her age, standing next to the driver, who as soon as she entered, said "Let's go".

The moment she heard his voice, something happened, her heartbeat fastened and she could hardly look at him..
She sat on the first best seat she could find, coz she felt her knees were going weak
The BOy asked: "Where do u want to go.."

"Wherever you're headed." she replied. At this moment, she could not thing of anything else to say. She was lost in thought. What relation did she have with this boy that he made her feel this way? She glanced up at his face. He had a crooked smile on his face and was pretending to be looking through her seat window. No realization came to her.

It was hard to explain what was happening to her. She could only know that this was the first time she felt such a connection with someone. Was this called connection or Attraction, or maybe what people know as LOve at first sight...? She shyly looked away from him and started staring out of the window, in order to get her feelings under control...

But controlling her feelings was the last thing she could do..they were creating havoc in her mind!!!!...She could feel the piercing dark brown eyes watching her intently although she was trying to look outside the window .."This is insane" ,she thought ,"few hours ago I didn't even know this boy and now I am with him alone in this bus yet I am not afraid, what's wrong me ???????" .....

Just as she was drifting into some sort of a reverie about work, and the latest article she had to submit, like as though he had read her mind, he asked "Where do you work?" Broken out of her daydream, she replied "Elle, the fashion magazine." "I'm Karan. He replied." "Nisha" she replied, and turned to look out the window againg, blushing wildly.

As she continued her act of gazing outside she felt a wave of familiarity rushing in her mind.Those brunette eyes filled with naughtiness danced in front of her reminding her of the Secondary School days she had spent.She was astonished as the realization dawned -- She gaped at that handsome young lad, the very first crush she ever had.

Yes, it was him! The one guy who had broken many hearts at the school. The same dark chocolate eyes, the chisseled fase, the dark hair with the slight wave which made your fingers itch to touch its silkiness. If they thought he was sexy then, now he was one hell of an attractive guy. She gave a deep sigh, he probably did not remember her, who would remember a girl who used to wear pigtails and glasses.

But, there was hope. Just like when you have your first crush, you wish, that they like you. Even when you know that there is no possibility, your heart hopes. And so I sat there staring out the window, but not really staring, just hopeing that he would say something, ask something. It was his eyes that had first attracted me...

i remember i was in year nine and i was in the canteen and i was walking over to a table where my friends were sitting when bam i hit someone and i dropped my lunch and i nearly fell, when right in time the guy who had crashed into me caught me before i fell, i had looked up and saw big brown eyes that made me go mad...... he had said sorry and bought me another lunch with his own money.


" hey , umm... want to go for a cup of coffee?" he asked interrupting my thoughts and combing his hair with his fingers. i look up at him, and reply " um..sure ok but i cant stay for long ok?"
" that ok" he said and smiled, i practically felt as if i would melt his smile was so sweet and cute, and those eyes of his seemed to become bigger and more awesome every second.
The bus stopped outside a bus stop close to a cafe.
we both got out....

It was crowded in the cafe but he spotted a table in the corner and he steered towards it. He pulled a chair out for me to sit down. He leaned back and gave one of his cute smile again, "What would you like to drink?" For a moment my eyes could not pull away from his his. If felt my cheeks flush and gazing away, almost whispered, "Just coffee."

I looked away, outside, pretending to be interested in the cars, rushing by. I could still feel his eyes on me. This was the moment, the chance, to talk to him, ask him if he remembered. I knew he wouldn't, but there was again that little ray of hope in my heart! "Soo..." I said turning to look at him, with a small smile

the littel girl got to teh big exit of the schhol with a hevay heart. a heavy heart. today it was that fiday: black friday she guessed. her father and that ugly (ughh she said as the fces of teh two dfrifter in her mind) nina will pick her up to spend this week and and the coming few months with them. she sighed. she hated leaving mummy. who would protect her if she was gone? who would hide those bottels and pills when she would madly search for them.

surely life was a harsh desert for her, full of realities at this age of 8 only.she loves her motehr. even though she hates her whenever she is drunk, but still she loves her. she needs to rpotect her from everything everyone says about her mom. she protects ehr from dad, she does not wnat the world to knwowhat happens when her mother. cannot find enough mony to buy thsoe bottles.

she looked up: he wa standing, those big  brown eyes which her mom loved and which she hates. tehy are so cold and rude to her.

"""Everyone has a soul. The essence of life. And these essences lie in different things. Van Gogh had his in his colours; Michelangelo had his set in stone, Adolf Loos in the buildings he built & then there's mine. My soul is entwined in celluloid. Yes, I am a film maker. This is my story.

Sameer Khanna is the name. And my only wish is to see the tag 'Director' written before my name. For 24 years I have walked this earth & as you may have guessed I like telling stories, be it on paper, online or on film. From the time I could walk I have known, that my destiny lies in only one place' Cinema!


so here is something about me..i would love to share more of my experiences with any1 who wants to know!!

cheers!! 😛 """" Edited by vallanki - 15 years ago

""""""""She walked out of her chaotic house and rushed to the bust stop to catch her bus. She would have normally missed it, but today it was still there waiting, for some wierd reason. To find out why, she stepped onto the bus, and inside it, she saw a boy, about her age, standing next to the driver, who as soon as she entered, said "Let's go".

The moment she heard his voice, something happened, her heartbeat fastened and she could hardly look at him..
She sat on the first best seat she could find, coz she felt her knees were going weak
The BOy asked: "Where do u want to go.."

"Wherever you're headed." she replied. At this moment, she could not thing of anything else to say. She was lost in thought. What relation did she have with this boy that he made her feel this way? She glanced up at his face. He had a crooked smile on his face and was pretending to be looking through her seat window. No realization came to her.

It was hard to explain what was happening to her. She could only know that this was the first time she felt such a connection with someone. Was this called connection or Attraction, or maybe what people know as LOve at first sight...? She shyly looked away from him and started staring out of the window, in order to get her feelings under control...

But controlling her feelings was the last thing she could do..they were creating havoc in her mind!!!!...She could feel the piercing dark brown eyes watching her intently although she was trying to look outside the window .."This is insane" ,she thought ,"few hours ago I didn't even know this boy and now I am with him alone in this bus yet I am not afraid, what's wrong me ???????" .....

Just as she was drifting into some sort of a reverie about work, and the latest article she had to submit, like as though he had read her mind, he asked "Where do you work?" Broken out of her daydream, she replied "Elle, the fashion magazine." "I'm Karan. He replied." "Nisha" she replied, and turned to look out the window againg, blushing wildly.

As she continued her act of gazing outside she felt a wave of familiarity rushing in her mind.Those brunette eyes filled with naughtiness danced in front of her reminding her of the Secondary School days she had spent.She was astonished as the realization dawned -- She gaped at that handsome young lad, the very first crush she ever had.

Yes, it was him! The one guy who had broken many hearts at the school. The same dark chocolate eyes, the chisseled fase, the dark hair with the slight wave which made your fingers itch to touch its silkiness. If they thought he was sexy then, now he was one hell of an attractive guy. She gave a deep sigh, he probably did not remember her, who would remember a girl who used to wear pigtails and glasses.

But, there was hope. Just like when you have your first crush, you wish, that they like you. Even when you know that there is no possibility, your heart hopes. And so I sat there staring out the window, but not really staring, just hopeing that he would say something, ask something. It was his eyes that had first attracted me...

i remember i was in year nine and i was in the canteen and i was walking over to a table where my friends were sitting when bam i hit someone and i dropped my lunch and i nearly fell, when right in time the guy who had crashed into me caught me before i fell, i had looked up and saw big brown eyes that made me go mad...... he had said sorry and bought me another lunch with his own money.


" hey , umm... want to go for a cup of coffee?" he asked interrupting my thoughts and combing his hair with his fingers. i look up at him, and reply " um..sure ok but i cant stay for long ok?"
" that ok" he said and smiled, i practically felt as if i would melt his smile was so sweet and cute, and those eyes of his seemed to become bigger and more awesome every second.
The bus stopped outside a bus stop close to a cafe.
we both got out....

It was crowded in the cafe but he spotted a table in the corner and he steered towards it. He pulled a chair out for me to sit down. He leaned back and gave one of his cute smile again, 'What would you like to drink?' For a moment my eyes could not pull away from his his. If felt my cheeks flush and gazing away, almost whispered, 'Just coffee.'

I looked away, outside, pretending to be interested in the cars, rushing by. I could still feel his eyes on me. This was the moment, the chance, to talk to him, ask him if he remembered. I knew he wouldn't, but there was again that little ray of hope in my heart! "Soo..." I said turning to look at him, with a small smile...."""""""""

................"So (he answered in his heavy baritone as if expected my question) I'm a fashion designer. I recognised you as soon as I saw you. How would you like to join me?"

""""""""She walked out of her chaotic house and rushed to the bust stop to catch her bus. She would have normally missed it, but today it was still there waiting, for some wierd reason. To find out why, she stepped onto the bus, and inside it, she saw a boy, about her age, standing next to the driver, who as soon as she entered, said "Let's go".

The moment she heard his voice, something happened, her heartbeat fastened and she could hardly look at him..
She sat on the first best seat she could find, coz she felt her knees were going weak
The BOy asked: "Where do u want to go.."

"Wherever you're headed." she replied. At this moment, she could not thing of anything else to say. She was lost in thought. What relation did she have with this boy that he made her feel this way? She glanced up at his face. He had a crooked smile on his face and was pretending to be looking through her seat window. No realization came to her.

It was hard to explain what was happening to her. She could only know that this was the first time she felt such a connection with someone. Was this called connection or Attraction, or maybe what people know as LOve at first sight...? She shyly looked away from him and started staring out of the window, in order to get her feelings under control...

But controlling her feelings was the last thing she could do..they were creating havoc in her mind!!!!...She could feel the piercing dark brown eyes watching her intently although she was trying to look outside the window .."This is insane" ,she thought ,"few hours ago I didn't even know this boy and now I am with him alone in this bus yet I am not afraid, what's wrong me ???????" .....

Just as she was drifting into some sort of a reverie about work, and the latest article she had to submit, like as though he had read her mind, he asked "Where do you work?" Broken out of her daydream, she replied "Elle, the fashion magazine." "I'm Karan. He replied." "Nisha" she replied, and turned to look out the window againg, blushing wildly.

As she continued her act of gazing outside she felt a wave of familiarity rushing in her mind.Those brunette eyes filled with naughtiness danced in front of her reminding her of the Secondary School days she had spent.She was astonished as the realization dawned -- She gaped at that handsome young lad, the very first crush she ever had.

Yes, it was him! The one guy who had broken many hearts at the school. The same dark chocolate eyes, the chisseled fase, the dark hair with the slight wave which made your fingers itch to touch its silkiness. If they thought he was sexy then, now he was one hell of an attractive guy. She gave a deep sigh, he probably did not remember her, who would remember a girl who used to wear pigtails and glasses.

But, there was hope. Just like when you have your first crush, you wish, that they like you. Even when you know that there is no possibility, your heart hopes. And so I sat there staring out the window, but not really staring, just hopeing that he would say something, ask something. It was his eyes that had first attracted me...

i remember i was in year nine and i was in the canteen and i was walking over to a table where my friends were sitting when bam i hit someone and i dropped my lunch and i nearly fell, when right in time the guy who had crashed into me caught me before i fell, i had looked up and saw big brown eyes that made me go mad...... he had said sorry and bought me another lunch with his own money.


" hey , umm... want to go for a cup of coffee?" he asked interrupting my thoughts and combing his hair with his fingers. i look up at him, and reply " um..sure ok but i cant stay for long ok?"
" that ok" he said and smiled, i practically felt as if i would melt his smile was so sweet and cute, and those eyes of his seemed to become bigger and more awesome every second.
The bus stopped outside a bus stop close to a cafe.
we both got out....

It was crowded in the cafe but he spotted a table in the corner and he steered towards it. He pulled a chair out for me to sit down. He leaned back and gave one of his cute smile again, 'What would you like to drink?' For a moment my eyes could not pull away from his his. If felt my cheeks flush and gazing away, almost whispered, 'Just coffee.'

I looked away, outside, pretending to be interested in the cars, rushing by. I could still feel his eyes on me. This was the moment, the chance, to talk to him, ask him if he remembered. I knew he wouldn't, but there was again that little ray of hope in my heart! "Soo..." I said turning to look at him, with a small smile...."""""""""

................"So (he answered in his heavy baritone as if expected my question) I'm a fashion designer. I recognised you as soon as I saw you. How would you like to join me?"

The moment she heard his voice, something happened, her heartbeat fastened and she could hardly look at him..
She sat on the first best seat she could find, coz she felt her knees were going weak
The BOy asked: "Where do u want to go.."

"Wherever you're headed." she replied. At this moment, she could not thing of anything else to say. She was lost in thought. What relation did she have with this boy that he made her feel this way? She glanced up at his face. He had a crooked smile on his face and was pretending to be looking through her seat window. No realization came to her.

It was hard to explain what was happening to her. She could only know that this was the first time she felt such a connection with someone. Was this called connection or Attraction, or maybe what people know as LOve at first sight...? She shyly looked away from him and started staring out of the window, in order to get her feelings under control...

But controlling her feelings was the last thing she could do..they were creating havoc in her mind!!!!...She could feel the piercing dark brown eyes watching her intently although she was trying to look outside the window .."This is insane" ,she thought ,"few hours ago I didn't even know this boy and now I am with him alone in this bus yet I am not afraid, what's wrong me ???????" .....

Just as she was drifting into some sort of a reverie about work, and the latest article she had to submit, like as though he had read her mind, he asked "Where do you work?" Broken out of her daydream, she replied "Elle, the fashion magazine." "I'm Karan. He replied." "Nisha" she replied, and turned to look out the window againg, blushing wildly.

As she continued her act of gazing outside she felt a wave of familiarity rushing in her mind.Those brunette eyes filled with naughtiness danced in front of her reminding her of the Secondary School days she had spent.She was astonished as the realization dawned -- She gaped at that handsome young lad, the very first crush she ever had.

Yes, it was him! The one guy who had broken many hearts at the school. The same dark chocolate eyes, the chisseled fase, the dark hair with the slight wave which made your fingers itch to touch its silkiness. If they thought he was sexy then, now he was one hell of an attractive guy. She gave a deep sigh, he probably did not remember her, who would remember a girl who used to wear pigtails and glasses.

But, there was hope. Just like when you have your first crush, you wish, that they like you. Even when you know that there is no possibility, your heart hopes. And so I sat there staring out the window, but not really staring, just hopeing that he would say something, ask something. It was his eyes that had first attracted me...

i remember i was in year nine and i was in the canteen and i was walking over to a table where my friends were sitting when bam i hit someone and i dropped my lunch and i nearly fell, when right in time the guy who had crashed into me caught me before i fell, i had looked up and saw big brown eyes that made me go mad...... he had said sorry and bought me another lunch with his own money.


" hey , umm... want to go for a cup of coffee?" he asked interrupting my thoughts and combing his hair with his fingers. i look up at him, and reply " um..sure ok but i cant stay for long ok?"
" that ok" he said and smiled, i practically felt as if i would melt his smile was so sweet and cute, and those eyes of his seemed to become bigger and more awesome every second.
The bus stopped outside a bus stop close to a cafe.
we both got out....

It was crowded in the cafe but he spotted a table in the corner and he steered towards it. He pulled a chair out for me to sit down. He leaned back and gave one of his cute smile again, 'What would you like to drink?' For a moment my eyes could not pull away from his his. If felt my cheeks flush and gazing away, almost whispered, 'Just coffee.'

I looked away, outside, pretending to be interested in the cars, rushing by. I could still feel his eyes on me. This was the moment, the chance, to talk to him, ask him if he remembered. I knew he wouldn't, but there was again that little ray of hope in my heart! "Soo..." I said turning to look at him, with a small smile...."""""""""

................"So (he answered in his heavy baritone as if expected my question) I'm a fashion designer. I recognised you as soon as I saw you. How would you like to join me?"

Edited by PrincessSonshu - 14 years ago