"It Happened In Banglore"

I get many proposals from my school days to my current life as I asked why you love me? And I get answers like due to my attractiveness, my intelligence (metaphoric according to you), my skills, Deepness of my eyes, successfully, stabilization of my life etc. And etc. But never unconditional. 

People want me because I am intelligent, smart and successful, understanding, disciplined before them all this is metaphorical for you because my secret life is before you where I am a stubborn child, a weak & Broken girl to whom you motivate every time to stand strong in this world. Before I am a crying child who always cry because of ill-treatments got by this world. 

The world sees me as an alpahari but with you, I am the biggest foodie person. 

The world sees me as a disciplined and calm person but with you, I am the naughtiest person who laughs and behaves like the craziest person. 

The world sees me as a follower of a successful person but withholds me in my weakest positions with accepting all my failures. 

When you hold my hands I get a feeling of the most secure person in the world. 

My likes and dislikes matter for you sometimes it's opposite also but it's a human nature everything can't be same because even Fingers of our hands are also not the same so how two different people can match but adjustments in these unmatched makes us a perfect.

Crying before you always make me feel lighter, roaming with you on the roads in the late night and sitting with you under the open sky makes me relax.

When you feed me with your hands gives me a feel of my childhood when my mother used to feed me, Walking by holding your hand reminds me of my childhood when my father used to hold my hands.

OVERALL BEING WITH YOU GIVES ME SUKOON !!!!!!!!

"Sukoon hai hawa mein ( Tere hone se ) sukoon hai fizzza mein ( Tere hone se ) jarooratien ban gyi hai har ( jane anjane) rahatein mili hai ............ Tu mile na mile mil gyi hai zindagi ki Khushi bn gyi hai , jane anjane pyaar tujhse behisab hai

......" IT HAPPENED IN BANGALORE " ....... 

   ( Dua Ban jaa , Dawa Ban Jaaa)

" Sun mere Humsafar... .........as beautiful these meetings are,

More beautiful than they are your talks.

Once I'm lost in your talks,

I'd never want to come back to consciousness.

My life is in your arms.