The Story of K (contd.)

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K is perfect for me. The only problem is, he is imaginary. I made him up, hoping to visualise my fantasies into reality. In the process, I may have just done something that I myself am not aware of. Besides, it's always safer not to meddle with the powers of wish fulfilment.
And I unknowingly, may have just done that...

Comments

Manish Raj said…
No friend. K actually exists; only the story you wrote could be imaginary...

Work towards it; make your story real.
Sunday, 07 December, 2008
Anonymous said…
Ha..I told you it looked like a story!:))(lolzz) But you know-don't lose hope-your K will come.
Sunday, 07 December, 2008
Mampi said…
Liar Liar, pants on fire...
But we took your word in the first part,
and we, very cooly, take your word in the second part too.
After all, you own his very being.
Sunday, 07 December, 2008
How do we know said…
When Amrita Pritam was 15 years old, she made up a lover called "Rajan" and wrote love poetry to him. Her father, a sanyasi, found out and gave her a piece of his mind. But i digress. The point is, she loved as much at 70 as at 15. She gave that love multiple names - Rajan, Sahir, Imroz... but the main thing was not the name at the end of that channel.. the main thing was the love that flowed from her heart. When it found no name at the end of the channel, it simply descended into paper and brought love alive for thousands of her readers. You do pretty much the same thing with your words.

Re. K, he will come. You have already tempted the Gods of Wish Fulfillment.

Only one thing though.. love is also, like genius, 1% inspiration and 99% perspiration... :-)
Monday, 08 December, 2008
A Arora said…
manish: maybe he does. maybe i don't want to work on getting love..i think 'how do we know' has also suggested that..

mithe: yes, u were right..and u almost leaked out my plan..just almost..the only thing i never lose is hope..i'm incorrigible in that department..

mampi: u don't have a choice but to take my word for it :)

how: amazingly this is the second time u've mentioned amrita pritam after reading my blog...think its high time i get my hands on her..btw, that was a lovely story...just realised i might very soon be falling in the schizophrenic category..lol
Monday, 08 December, 2008
Anonymous said…
hi aurora, i may be dead drunk at this hour of disc closure, and at the supreme cost of soundig (and i dont care to correct the spelling as directed by the spell check) stupid i wish to compliment you.... i wish my imaginatin could be as real....................ASH
Tuesday, 09 December, 2008
Anonymous said…
how much of a K am i..? leavin aside the software nerdy bit..
tis been long since we've caught up.. think i need to have another one of my midnight whiskey craving pangs !!
Thursday, 11 December, 2008
LeeB said…
I wonder why "he" is a K
Thursday, 11 December, 2008
A Arora said…
anon: imagination doesn't need to be real. it just needs to be, that's all...

AT: ur not at all like K. midnight drink session can happen again, as long as you pay :P

leeb: i duno why K. my first crush was a K. maybe subconsciously, i'm trying to go back to that innocence in naivety in love..makes sense?
Friday, 12 December, 2008
Anonymous said…
Yeah thought as much. Am obviously better :) Ha ha
Friday, 12 December, 2008
LeeB said…
you almost always do... make sense :)
Saturday, 13 December, 2008
White Magpie said…
Man must sit in chair with mouth open for vey long time before roast duck fly in
Monday, 12 January, 2009
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