Angie Offers Sugar to Deep : Root & Map

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Angie Offers Sugary Tea

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Don’t want to mention any dates though I hardly forget one, have just taken off all her clothes and yes you guessed it right, mine too and started wrapping rubber onto my thing which she didn’t approve of and in this discussion got discharged outside her spot. Well, time passed and with some more attempts discharges were at proper time and place and everything just fell in place including my life and needless to say we stopped using rubber too.

Well, its not a soft porn as you might be thinking but how she helped in opening my life and unwrapping the rubbers in which my life was trapped for years.

I guess you need names now but I am never good with names as I am not even sure what my name is but I liked one so let you call me Deep and I am a Pakistani Hindu and she, of course don’t know her name as well, will think and let you know as the story progresses.

She was from Southeast Asia , met me in my masters and her name was Angie. That was the first time I heard this name, well you don’t want to know but the second and only Angie I know is a popular Singaporean DJ/ Model of Vietnamese descent and for sure you got it right is quite popular among guys and now whether you’re a guy or not but I hope you know well why second Angie is so popular.

Well well well, My Angie was no model but she was so much different than traditional girls, was capable of having hours long discussions on any topic and so you’re sure that she won’t bore you. The problem I had with many of the girls in my life was their inability to contain me. I used to be quite attracted to them in the starting but that’s the thing about interest that it runs towards zero even faster than a negative exponential function and with Angie or Angela, as I used to call her Angela often too, maybe because she was like an Angel to my life, I could never get bored of.

Each and every moment with her was so precious so why not to take you to the first moment with her. I was finding a discussion forum interesting those days partially due to boredom and mainly due to the fact that I used to miss my Pakistani food and we used to discuss in this forum while eating. The forum had a kind of rule that you can discuss only if you have food in your plate.

Okay, it was afternoon and it was some kind of rice based mixed crap in my plate, when I was attacked by a female voice, “Hey you”,  I ignored and tried to show that I can give some concentration to even a female voice while eating,  I mean if you have to choose between an unkown female and food, isn’t the choice too easy, I mean who will give a damn to the unknown female and a basic polite smile and saying hi is more than enough, isn’t.

“What do you think about  Che?” She uttered. Literally can’t you see, I am eating, Che is dead and it doesn’t matter what I think of him even though in reality I admire him a lot but that’s not the kind of discussion I would like to have with a girl. I mean, literally, first I need to take a  X-ray of her. Anyways X-ray was not available so I replied that I consider Che to be a real solid person and maybe even one of the best people ever in politics and that hit her off. She introduced herself and I thought okay maybe time to score a new girl.

This was excerpt of the series from the story wrapped-in-rubber while the hyperlinks and images on the top of this post  redirects you to the page where I am trying to keep some tracks of Angie’s and  Deep’s love. Alternatively if you want to navigate the series as soon as it updates or rather if you like the snippets below,  please find it all under the category Category Archives: Elegant Angie.

Some snippets from the story are here for quick viewing:

Deep Proposes to Angie

I remember how many times, I fought with you and said the day I will get my girl, I am gonna leave you immediately and now after meeting my girl at least thrice, my reaction every time was only that I had to end with them asap. I never told us that I love you rather I never even thought about it and I still do not want to think about it but I just want to thank you from every corner of my heart for being with me and guiding me all the times. I don’t know if goddess exists or not but I know if she does she can’t be better than you. I just wonder when, how or will ever I tell you this?

 

Sudden Changes in Bea

If you’ve been dating for a few months and someone “changes” – they probably didn’t change at all. You’re just seeing who they really are.

Its what someone said but this post is about their separation.

Deep Proposes to Angie

Check this out this guy Deep must really have a nice girl friend or just he knew how to propose:

I remember how many times, I fought with you and said the day I will get my girl, I am gonna leave you immediately and now after meeting my girl at least thrice, my reaction every time was only that I had to end with them asap. I never told us that I love you rather I never even thought about it and I still do not want to think about it but I just want to thank you from every corner of my heart for being with me and guiding me all the times. I don’t know if goddess exists or not but I know if she does she can’t be better than you. I just wonder when, how or will ever I tell you this?

humans and deficit : Bea and Deep

and then there were days when Deep became so frustrated of Bea that he even posted.

Lesson learnt well:

If you bank on humans, only thing you are going to gain is deficit.

13 July 2013

Ni Hao/Vue: Bea and Deep’s First Conversation

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I have landed home just yesterday and had been thinking of her only but could not get time to call her till my birthday which you guessed it right was today. Logged on to facebook and asked her for number. Called her for the first time and heard her HELLO (Ni Hao/ Vue in Chinese).

A bit mature voice however full of enthusiasm not rhythmic with the tone of  voice and the first conversation we had was about friends. Gosh, when will these Indians grow up and stop showing their thousands of friends and how the friends are so important for their lives and then how some friends are family for her which I might agree with and then how she didn’t not like flights and how she felt when on altitudes. Anyways things have started hitting off including that we might have possibilities for conversations and the possibility for me to understand her.

I never thought why’d I like her, was it because she looked a bitch from my past but why’d my heart jumped for her and it’s a story of our on and off times with each other which lasted years.

Okay, coming to her, she was quite beautiful and fashionable too, an interesting persona, a metro girl . I saw her first through a social media tool and asked for communication which I didn’t get even after four days of waiting and then had to force her for communication through a back channel and then there was no turning back at least till few phone calls.

Bea, yeah that was her name.

Thanks for loving me Angie

For all those times you stood by me
For all the truth that you made me see
For all the joy you brought to my life
For all the wrong that you made right
For every dream you made come true
For all the love I found in you
I’ll be forever thankful baby
You’re the one who held me up
Never let me fall
You’re the one who saw me through it all

You were my strength when I was weak
You were my voice when I couldn’t speak
You were my eyes when I couldn’t see
You saw the best there was in me
Lifted me up when I couldn’t reach
You gave me faith ‘cuz you believed
I’m everything I am
Because you loved me

You gave me wings and made me fly
You touched my hand I could touch the sky
I lost my faith, you gave it back to me
You said no star was out of reach
You stood by me and I stood tall
I had your love I had it all
I’m grateful for each day you gave me
Maybe I don’t know that much
But I know this much is true
I was blessed because I was loved by you

You were my strength when I was weak
You were my voice when I couldn’t speak
You were my eyes when I couldn’t see
You saw the best there was in me
Lifted me up when I couldn’t reach
You gave me faith ‘coz you believed
I’m everything I am
Because you loved me

SHE?

cropped-crater_lake_oregon.jpgMost probably it was sector 2 and 9 crossing but what were those duplexes doing there. Do they make duplexes in my home town? No, I don’t think so. We were on bicycles and I was not riding Mach 1 (or any other racing bicycle which are my only choice when it comes to bicycles) rather I was on a mountain bike (ranger). They were I think 5-6 guys, looking a bit strange, and she was alone with them. I joined their group only because of her and had no objection from any of her friends. I don’t remember which bicycle she was on. We went straight for around half a kilometer and reached sector 9 & H-block T-junction. Construction was going on in the building on the H-block corner of the junction. She smiled to me and pointed her eyes to the balcony of that building and most probably said to her friends, “Guys, I wanna stay here, Ciao”. We parked our bikes, took the long stairs, reached the balcony. Bricks were red, as the one they used in India. One of her friends followed us up there and spread a lot of things on the floor and started I don’t know what kind of brainstorming with them. This guy surely was African or a native Indian with curly short hair. She moved her eyes as instructing me to move the other end of the balcony far from her friend. I just followed her. I most probably lied on the roof immediately with a side on and she was sitting. She was speaking so much and I was just listening. It was so calm, so peaceful like I never felt before with a girl. Usually when I am with a girl, I have many things running on my mind and I hardly pay complete attention to them but I was so silent, I do not know what magic was happening to me. Suddenly there were some African laborers arguing on the street under us. I looked at her like asking is it the time we should leave. She moved her said in a no. I sat to read her face better and for the first time noticed her completely. She was not white, blunt cut straight hair, I guess, totally slim, small boobs, rather plain body with may be a bit bigger pelvis, wearing a full sleeves bi-sex T-shirt and trousers. I don’t know what happened to me, but I started kissing her on lips, she pushed me back smiling like saying I am too fast, which I usually am and I started saying emotional things to her and I was thinking am I bluffing again or what are real feelings inside me. All of a sudden everything moved and she was sitting on a bed in a room with a mirror in front of bed and for sure it wasn’t India. Suddenly her sister came asking her has she no plans to attend her own marriage and I saw her from her sister’s eyes. She was wearing again a full sleeve white T and blue trousers with a blue jacket on. Her skeleton and pelvis are bigger and face has maturity and most probably she has grown taller than me indicating that I am seeing her after many years however her boobs were still the same, I guess. She threw a glimpse to her face and clothes and moved out to the hall from the back door. These clothes were sure not suitable for marriage. Out in the hall, a father (or priest) type figure was standing, some agarbatties spreading fragrance, one holy book on the table ( later I found out it to be Geeta), some people (none of them Indian). I was wearing a brown three piece (again brown is a color which I can never even think about wearing). The priest asked her that does she take me as her Hindu lawfully wedded husband and I was again smiling because I never told her that I have stopped being a Hindu long ago and she adopted Hinduism, thinking I was a Hindu. Well, this all was a dream, I had on the night of 18th-19th July 2013 but guess its gonna be the first story I will ever write only if I can develop it in a totally differenet way keeping the peace I had in those moments. I thought a lot on the place and who she was but I am just clueless except that she was most probably a native American.