I remember me standing there, looking at you walking towards me. I remember I was feeling calm, 'hey, I'm actually feeling okay,' I said to myself, 'maybe I will do okay this time around, maybe I won't cry.' You walked to me, and with your usual smile on your face, you pulled me closer to you, wrapping me in your arms. A moment of silence as none of us knew what to say... You held me close, I buried my face on your chest, you rested your chin on the top of my head. A few moments later, you gave me a really tight hug, squeezing me with your strong arms. I knew it was your way of saying goodbye. Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye... 'I will never be able to see him again' that thought crossed my mind and hit me hard. And so uncontrollably, I started crying. love is a very buetiful life and very I am not writer, But i have written Our love story I am not a poetry, But i will wrote for you I am not a singer, But i will sing a luv song for uh I am not a dancer But i will dance with uh in the rain I am not a painter, But i will paint a rainbow for uh might be i am not a perfect for uh But with uh makes me perfection. 10:06 PM Love with best friend It started when I was in third year high school. At first he introduced his self to me. I was amaze because he knew a lot about me. And that's all started for being his friend. I never knew that I'm gonna fell in love with him, because I use to tease him to my other girlfriend. He followed my advice to court other girls but then suddenly he stop courting her which I really don'tDesi Modern Love LOVE STORIES. MANY AVATARS. ALL TRUE. A closer look at our US-based authors Kalpana Mohan With her memoir, Daddykins, receiving rave reviews, Kalpana is a well-known author whose stories, commentaries and humor columns have appeared in NPR. San Francisco Chronicle, San Jose Mercury News, The Hindu. Better Homes and Gardens, and other print and online publications. Her columns have won her a New America Media prize and several San Francisco Peninsula Press Club prizes. Kalpana's second book, AN ENGLISH MADE IN INDIA: How a foreign language became local, will be published later this year. Lakshmi lyer An alumnus of the Yale Writers' Workshop, and an avid blogger. Lakshmi's writing has appeared in The Huffington Post, Chicago Now, Mutha Magazine, The Verve, Adoptive Families and Women's Web. Her family is the subject of a documentary on transracial adoption that is currently in production. Nandini Patwardhan A retired software developer, Nandini's writing has been published in prestigious publications such as New York Times, Slate.com, Alternet.org. The Hindu, India Currents and Khabar. Her deeply researched biography of Dr. Anandi-bai Joshee, India's first woman doctor, will be published soon in English and Marathi. Nandini is co-founder of Story Artisan Press. www.storyartisan.pressThe school love story The days were so beautiful, and cool. when we were sitting on the same beanch at school. Those dried flowers in your books. Those soft candies in my bag. The angry faces of our teachers. Who always called us cheaters. They didn't know it was ture love. Which was shinning like the sun. One day those days will come back We will be ridding on white horseback In English we were told to write a short story of anything we want so I did a gay love story and my teacher read it and because I'm a fast writer I wrote a lot. Because I wrote a lot, he showed my book to the class and said it was a good example I don't think he read it, I think he only scanned over it20:29 ← Just a friend... Just a friend... I met her 2 years ago. The most beautiful girl I have ever seen. Since then we became great friends. I talked to her every day, shared everything with her, but eventually I started having feelings for her. After some time, I told her how much I like her. It didn't turn out good. She said she only liked me as a friend, and she wanted it to stay that way. In the meantime, I somehow found out that she liked some other guy. I felt betrayed. I didn't know what to do anymore. I was deeply in love with her, desperate not to lose her, so I was calling her all the time, texting her and so on, just making sure she is not dating anyone else. I thought I could win her by doing that. After some time, I found out that I was wrong, so I told her how I feel about her... again. Her response was the same. We argued a lot that night and it got really bad. Everything ended that You don't find true love. You build it. Paarth has just turned 18, and instead of celebrating, he is driving his father's taxi to make ends meet. When he picks up Upasna from the Delhi airport, little does he know that their drive to Chandigarh will be so adventurous! Upasna, is studying Automobile Engineering in Germany, and has come back home for a short holiday. When she stumbles upon a little secret about Paarth, she is in awe of him, and love inevitably happens. However, not only their social status, but the long distance is also a problem.