Respect other feelings.....beauty,status or money is not forever..

A poor boy loved a rich girl.
Finally One fine day the boy proposed the girl.

Then the girl said, “listen! your monthly salary is my daily hand expenses. Should I be involved with you? How could you thought that? I will never love you. So, forget me and get engaged with someone else of your level.” But somehow the boy could not forget her so easily.

10 years later…

One day they came face to face in a shopping center. The lady said, “Hey! you! How are you? Now I’m married. Do you know how much is my husband’s salary? Rs. 2 lac per month! Can you imagine? ‘n he is also very smart.” The guy’s eyes got wet with tear by hearing those words.

True love talks

Deticated to the one i loved & lost...

This is the true life story of one teenage couple
who were thrown apart and met up again 30 years later,
all thanks to the internet opening up previously closed avenues of

adventure!

It had all began so many years ago, with a glance over the dance floor. His blond curly hair standing out like a glowing beam of light, which is exactly how I came to remember him. As the light of my life.

Many dark days followed, although I always remembered my ray of light and just had to have him back. Over the years, I had watched out for him. Tried to hear if someone had seen or heard of his whereabouts, all to no avail. I had called at his family home, which appeared now to be as empty as my heart was.

True love....it was approximately

TRUE LOVE...

It was approximately 8.30 a.m. on a busy morning when an elderly gentleman in his eighties arrived to have stitches removed from his thumb. He stated that he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9.00 a.m.

I took his vital signs and had him take a seat. I knew it would take more than an hour before someone would to able to attend to him. I saw him check his watch anxiously for the time and decided to evaluate his wound since I was not busy with another patient.

On examination, the wound was well healed. Hence, I talked to one of the doctors to get the supplies to remove his sutures and redress his wound.

We began to engage in a conversation while I was taking care of his wound. I asked him if he had another doctor’s appointment later as he was in such a hurry. The gentleman told me no and said that he needed to go to the nursing home to have breakfast with his wife.

I inquired about her health. He told me that she had been in the nursing home for a while as she was a victim of Alzheimer’s disease. I probed further and asked if she would be upset if he was slightly late. He replied that she no longer knew who he was and she had not been able to recognize him since five years ago.