Like any other teenager I was also addicted to Facebook, Orkut or any other site I was known of. I was on the verge of addiction, and the instance saved me from that was unavailability of a multimedia phone. The appetite of social networks was being fulfilled by the phones and laptops of friends.
The time I was in computer lab after finishing some programming's was taking me to a boring side of class, to be on the other side I visited another social networking site and it was Google+, there were many circles and suddenly after a long pause of loading wheel results in popping out of hangout button with so many peoples in my circle amused me, with this icing on cake was a girl online named Pratibha Karn. The name Pratibha looked a bit of hoary, but at that time getting bored by the boring lectures of faculties was not the better option for me. I was unknown of a jolly girl beside a trite name.
The conversation started with normal know how's. The questions like can we be friends or May we talk doesn't arose between us. The chat up to some weeks went in knowing each other, exchanging emails, exchanging friend requests on Facebook and many more.
As time passed we became so close that we use to feel malaise without talking for some hours. We became more addictive to talk then to any social networks, but after this addiction also she was not ready to share her number oh sorry it was not the number in other sense it was her phone number. Our addiction became routine and it cause the number exchange almost after 8 months of our friendship. It was being rumored by my friends that I became mad because i was still waiting for sharing number and was waiting to take our friendship to another extent this all story was before exchange of numbers.
After sharing it was ok up to an extent. And that extent ended up when I decided to meet her by visiting her place which was approximately 1200 K.M.. It was a kind of lunacy for all but not for me. Actually it was not an insanity It was all effect of deceasing in love of my heart. I was in love with her, but proposing her without seeing may strike in her mind was my thinking. In this due of time I had known her much well her likes and dislikes what she want me to be and many more which would take a book if I will go for the whole description. Before her I hadn't thought of any girl or a type of girl with whom I will fall in love, but after her she is the perfect one for me. A time came when some positive response of my love and care also deceased from the other side and that was the right time for changing the name of this relationship I thought of.
It was evening of august and we were on call from last half an hour suddenly I uttered those words which I wanted to say her from last few weeks. For that instant my mind started whirling with thoughts that what she had seen in me to share number and all the personal gossips with me, she will also have a soft corner for me and to brought it up I have to scratch it up and I had done the same, I had done nothing wrong it all right keep calm. And suddenly reply came I want some time to think over it I replied how much. The time I will find better to accept I will surely accept you was her reply. At that time I was on cloud eleven thinking of her feelings towards me. After some days I again started the same topic of proposal and all and it was the date of 21st august I got committed with her, and she was shouting dancing in her hostel about her first commitment. By god's grace it was a cloudy weather and some drops of rain breached our body. The rain was in both places her's and mine too.
The calls increased bill increased tariffs were brought, romance came with full flow in life, and night calls became common after some days. Singing song's together sleeping on call together, normally it looks like ridiculous but nothing to say about the weather in our hearts nothing was ridiculous for us. As our love flowers started blooming in gardens of our hearts with those beautiful flowers some weeds has also to come and those weeds were her family member specially her brother. But with all hide and seek we let our roses to bloom and they are still blooming with same intensity and purity. We met several times, we celebrates every moment as a festival, and we also had created our own valentine day and all.
Distance doesn't measures the intensity of love the only measurement is its purity and sacredness.
