Secretive Writer

Random Ramblings .. I write.. I live… I love..



L for Love Letters #AtoZChallenge

Love letters.. my favorite way of communication…  How I wish people would still send hand written letters to the person they love.. Magic !

anyways.. I came across this video.

Watch this video and put yourself in place of this old man, who found an incomplete letter written by him to his wife. He decides to complete it and during theprocess regrets having not formed enough memories with his beloved wife, who’s no more in this world.

Are you making beautiful memories with your loved one? If not, wake up and do it now.

If you have someone you love enough to want to see their face every morning… tell them.. before its too late.. write a Love Letter ! (cause i don’t know about diamonds. but love-letters are forever)



This is a Submission for A-Z Challenge


J for Jealous #AtoZChallenge


And I admit that
I feel jealous of every girl 
That talks to you even for a single second
I feel jealous of every girl 
That makes you feel special even for a single second
I feel jealous of every girl
Who mattered to you even for a single second
I am jealous of every girl 
That hugged you even for a single second
‘Coz for that one second,
She had the feel of my entire world
‘Coz of that one second,
My whole world revolved around her
But as they say, if you dare to fall in love
Jealousy is surely the first casualty

Submission for A-Z Challenge

A to Z Challenge.. H – Him !

Him !



Hesitant (Always)


Hot (Ahem :p)



Husband  **



(He’s my Chandler)

**Would-be , Should-be (Courtesy : Goofy’s Barney)

P.S A to Z challenge 

Us :)

Our story has it all, the distance, the age gap, differences in religion and of course parents who resort to melodrama at the drop of a hat. Right out of a movie, someone might say. But somehow the choice is obvious, it can’t be otherwise, even the melodrama is worth it. So if you ask me what our day of love is I would say, it keeps evolving. Maybe it was the day I first spoke to him and thought he was full of hot air, or maybe the day he said I love you for the first time. It probably is the time he came back by missing a train/ trip with his family to be with me and I was blushing like it was the first time all over again. Maybe it was the day he wasn’t there and I cried myself to sleep listening to his recording .Or maybe our Platinum Day of Love is yet to come. Because I’m in love with the memories we are yet to make.


Him & Her

He looks at her.. He knows she likes him.. He likes that, but not her..
She looks at him..n hopes that maybe one day she would know how it is to be liked by him..

She is nice.. She is his good friend.. but the place for someone speacial is already taken..
She has made the place vacant for him..

He likes spending time with her.. but it doesnt make him as happy as much it makes her..

He would not go out of his way to spend time with her..She does it all the time..

It doesn’t make him smile everytime he thinks of her..
He is all she thinks about during the day, with a stupid – no – reason smile on her face..

He worries for her, but she would give up on anything just to see him smile..

He leaves her alone when she asks for it, his similar request goes unheard all the time..

He waits for her to the best he can..She waits for him till he comes..

He finds it nice to sit with her and talk , alone..She spends her day looking forwards to it ..

Once in a while he wears her favourite shirt, she looks in the.mirror every morning n think ye kamine ko aaj achha lagega ki nahi..

He spends his weekends with the love of his life, she spends it wishing with him..

He works on weekends with a sad face, she comes to office only to make sure the sad face doesnt stay..

He does a lot of things for her, Bt he would do it for.someone.else too..
She does things for him, Its only for him though..

She is not unique for him, He can never be replaced in her life..

He is a wish..She is real..

He is everything she would want rite now..She is everything he doesnt know he has..


Smile More. Laugh often. Love Always !

Miss S.

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