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It's long but  try to read this full......

Khushi ( a 27 year old blogger and screenplay writer) :-

I have achieved all that I had hoped to achieve. And yet there is something missing. I didn't really think so; I was never a romantic person by heart. I frankly think the whole concept of love is completely rubbish and overrated. Love is just a tool where you use your partner and your partner uses you, each to their own benefit. In short, love is selfish.

I was travelling to Delhi to meet my mom. My parents were divorced. Every year, my mom sends me a ticket to visit her on her birthday. Usually I avoid, because I can't really stand her new husband and my mom together. This time I agreed, as I have an important bloggers meet in Delhi.What's better than getting your trip paid for? I am surprised that finally she has understood my aerophobia. This time I got a first class train ticket to Delhi.

I switched  on my tab, thinking of updating my blog. The door of my cabin  open and a guy - somewhere in his thirties - enters. We exchange smiles. He sits on the seat opposite mine. He too takes out his laptop and gets busy with it. After few minutes the guy asks - Hey, what time do we reach Delhi?

10:30 a.m., I tell him

I can feel the guy looking at me. Finally he says, So what do you do?

I am a writer.

The guy smiles -  whatever be the thing, the man does have an amazing smile.

So what do you write about? the man asks.

I write short stories on human relationships,  I say.

You mean love stories? he asks, looking interested.

There are no love stories and I don't really believe in love stories, I spoke.

The man said thoughtfully, You have to see one to believe in one, let me tell you a story.....

August 1980

A 21 year old boy  named Neil Khanna became a chartered accountant, the first boy to study beyond matric. The villagers had no idea about   the enormity associated with becoming a CA. His family instead of celebrating was busy mourning that he was going to work somewhere else instead of helping his father in farm.

Neil wanted to shift to Calcutta and join a nationalized bank. His parents were a little sceptical about his decision, but finally relented on the condition that he'd get married before that. He agreed.

Within a couple of days his parents even found him a girl. Her name was Juhi. She lived in a small village in Haryana. It was Neil's aunt - who also lived in the same village, who had suggested that girl. Neil went with his family to see the girl. When he reached his aunt's place he saw a girl in a  salwar kameez ,with Spotless fair skin and beautiful blue eyes - doing some work outside her home. She looked at him briefly and again went back to work.

In the evening, he got ready to meet Juhi, the girl he was there for. When he came out, he again saw that blue eyed girl playing with other kids and laughing. Her laughter was as beautiful as her face. The girl too looked at him and again went back to playing. He thought about her eyes, her skin and the way she looked. With that thought he entered Juhi's house.

They are rich people, they have lots of land and she is their only daughter, his aunt said. They would even give a good dowry his aunt insisted but Neil was not even listening to her. All he thought about was that girl, that beautiful blue eyed girl. He didn't even know when Juhi came and left.