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ONLY LOVE MATTERS

ONLY LOVE MATTERS
I recommend every married couple to read this story.


My husband is an Engineer by profession, and I love the warm feeling when I lean against his broad shoulders. Three years of courtship and now, two years into marriage, I would have to admit, that I am getting tired of it. The reasons of me loving him before, has now transformed into the cause of all my restlessness. I am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive when it comes to a relationship and my feelings, I yearn for the romantic moments, like a little girl yearning for candy.

My husband, is my complete opposite, his lack of sensitivity, and the inability of bringing romantic moments into our marriage has disheartened me about love. One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision, that I wanted a divorce. “Why?” he asked, shocked. “I am tired, there are no reasons for everything in the world!” I answered.

He kept silent the whole night, seems to be in deep thought with a lighted cigarette at all times. My feeling of disappointment only increased, here was a man who can’t even express his predicament, what else can I hope from him? and finally he asked me: “What can I do to change your mind?” Looking deep into his eyes I slowly answered : “Here is the question, if you can answer and convince my heart, I will change my mind, Let’s say, I want a flower located on the face of a mountain cliff, and we both are sure that picking the flower will cause your death, will you do it for me?” He said : “I will give you your answer tomorrow…”

My hopes just sank by listening to his response. I woke up the next morning to find him gone, and saw a piece of paper with his scratchy handwriting, underneath a milk glass, on the dining table near the front door, that goes My dear, “I would not pick that flower for you, but please allow me to explain the reasons further…” This first line was already breaking my heart. I continued reading. “When you use the computer you always mess up the Software programs, and you cry in front of the screen, I have to save my fingers so that I can help to restore the programs. You always leave the house keys behind, thus I have to save my legs to rush home to open the door for you. You love traveling but always lose your way in a new city, I have to save my eyes to show you the way. You always have the cramps whenever your “good friend” approaches every month, I have to save my palms so that I can calm the cramps in your tummy. You like to stay indoors, and I worry that you will be infected by infantile autism. I have to save my mouth to tell you jokes and stories to cure your boredom. You always stare at the computer, and that will do nothing good for your eyes, I have to save my eyes so that when we grow old, I can help to clip your nails,’n help to remove those annoying white hairs. So I can also hold your hand while strolling down the beach, as you enjoy the sunshine and the beautiful sand… and tell you the color of flowers, just like the color of the glow on your young face… Thus, my dear, unless I am sure that there is someone who loves you more than I do… I could not pick that flower yet, and die.

My tears fell on the letter, and blurred the ink of his handwriting, and as I continue on reading “Now, that you have finished reading my answer, if you are satisfied, please open the front door for I am standing outside bringing your favorite bread and fresh milk… I rush to pull open the door, and saw his anxious face, clutching tightly with his hands, the milk bottle and loaf of bread…

Now I am very sure that no one will ever love me as much as he does, and I have decided to leave the flower alone. That’s life, and love. When one is surrounded by love, the feeling of excitement fades away, and one tends to ignore the true love that lies in between the peace and dullness. Love shows up in all forms, even very small and cheeky forms, it has never been a model, it could be the most dull and boring form… flowers, and romantic moments are only used and appear on the surface of the relationship. Under all this, the pillar of true love stands… and that’s our life.. Love, not words… win arguments… !

Why Women Are Special


Why Women are special… (Read this Story and Know)

Husband and Wife were watching TV when Wife said, “I’m tired, and it’s getting late. I think I’ll go to bed.” She went to the kitchen to make sandwiches for the next day’s lunches. Rinsed out the bowls, took vegetable out of the freezer for morning, checked the cereal box levels, filled the sugar container, put spoons and bowls on the table and started the coffee pot for brewing the next morning. She then ironed a shirt and secured a loose button. She picked up the game pieces left on the table, put the phone back on the charger and put the telephone book into the drawer. She emptied a wastebasket and hung up a towel to dry.

She yawned and stretched and headed for the bedroom. She stopped by the desk and wrote a note to the teacher and pulled a text book out from hiding under the chair.She signed a birthday card for a friend, Addressed and stamped the envelope and wrote a quick note for the grocery store. She put both near her bag. Then she washed her face, put on her moisturizer, brushed her teeth…..

Husband called out, “I thought you were going to bed.” “I’m on my way,” she said. She put some water into the dog’s dish, and then made sure the doors were locked. She looked in on each of the kids and turned out their bedside lamps and radios,and had a brief conversation with one kid who is still up doing homework.In her own room, she set the alarm; laid out clothing for the next day. Said her prayers, and visualized the accomplishment of her goals. About that time, Husband turned off the TV and announced to no one in particular. “I’m going to bed.” And he did… without another thought.

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The Story Of An Unborn Girl


Mommy,

I am only 8 inches long, but I have all my organs. I love the sound of your voice. Every time I hear it, I wave my arms and legs. The sound of your heart beat is my favorite lullaby.

Month Two… Mommy, today I learned how to suck my thumb. If you could see me, you could definitely tell that I am a baby. I’m not big enough to survive outside my home though. It is so nice and warm in here.

Month Three… You know what Mommy, I’m a girl! I hope that makes you happy. I always want you to be happy. I don’t like it when you cry. You sound so sad. It makes me sad too, and I cry with you even though you can’t hear me.

Month Four… Mommy, my hair is starting to grow. It is very short and fine, but I will have a lot of it. I spend a lot of my time exercising. I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes, and stretch my arms and legs. I am becoming quite good at it too.

Month Five… You went to the doctor today. Mommy, he lied to you. He said that I’m not a baby. I am a baby Mommy, your baby. I think and feel. Mommy, what’s abortion?

 Month Six… I can hear that doctor again. I don’t like him. He seems cold and heartless. Something is intruding my home. The doctor called it a needle. Mommy what is it? It burns! Please make him stop! I can’t get away from it! Mommy! Help me!

Month Seven… Mommy, I am okay. I am in God’s arms. He is holding me. He told me about abortion. Why didn’t you want me Mommy?

Every abortion is…
One more heart that was stopped.
Two more eyes that will never see.
Two more hands that will never touch.
Two more legs that will never run.
One more mouth that will never speak.

Heart Touching Story Of A Mother and Daughter.


Recently, I overheard a mother and daughter in their last moments together at the airport as the daughter's departure had been announced. Standing near the security gate, they hugged and the mother said: "I wish you enough."

The daughter replied, "Mom, our life together has been more than enough. Your love is all I ever needed. I wish you enough, too, Mom." They kissed and the daughter left.

The mother walked over to the window where I sat. Standing there, I could see she wanted and needed to cry.

I tried not to intrude on her privacy but she welcomed me in by asking, "Did you ever say good-bye to someone knowing it would be forever?" "Yes, I have," I replied. "Forgive me for asking but why is this a forever good-bye?"

"I am old and she lives so far away. I have challenges ahead and the reality is the next trip back will be for my funeral," she said.

When you were saying good-bye, I heard you say, "I wish you enough." May I ask what that means?"

She began to smile. "That's a wish that has been handed down from other generations. My parents used to say it to everyone." She paused a moment and looked up as if trying to remember it in detail and she smiled even more.

"When we said 'I wish you enough' we were wanting the other person to have a life filled with just enough good things to sustain them". Then turning toward me, she shared the following, reciting it from memory,

"I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright.

I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun more.

I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive.

I wish you enough pain so that the smallest joys in life appear much bigger.

I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.

I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.

I wish you enough hellos to get you through the final good-bye."

She then began to cry and walked away.

They say it takes a minute to find a special person. An hour to appreciate them. A day to love them. And an entire life to forget them... Share if you agree

I hate everyone who hurts you.

I hate everyone who hurts you.
A Sweet Little Love Conversation of a Teenager Boy and Girl.


Girl: Hey babe
Boy: Go To Hell :\
Girl: What's wrong with you?
Boy:.. i.. cheated on you..
Girl: WHAT!?
Boy: You are Ugly Like a pig.
-Girl starts crying-
Boy: See this picture of yours.
- It was her childhood picture in which she was looking very ugly-
Girl: How did you get this ?
Boy: I came to know that your friends have stolen this picture from you and they tease you daily.
Girl: Yes, I used to cry every day and today you also made me cry.
Boy: I have stolen this picture from them and i have also hit them badly now they will never tease you.
Girl: Thanks a Lot.. But why did you say you cheated on me :'(
Boy: Sorry, I was just kidding, This is the last time you have cried.. i will never let you cry again.
Girl: I Love You.
Boy: I Love you too and i hate everyone who hurts you :)

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Never Give up in a Relationship...


Married or not you should read this...

“When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I’ve got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.

Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?

I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn’t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn’t love her anymore. I just pitied her!

With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.

The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn’t have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.

In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn’t want anything from me, but needed a month’s notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month’s time and she didn’t want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.

This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that every day for the month’s duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.

I told Jane about my wife’s divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.

My wife and I hadn’t had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don’t tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn’t looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.

On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn’t tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.

She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.

Suddenly it hit me… she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.

Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it’s time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.

But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn’t noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office…. jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind…I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.

She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won’t divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn’t value the details of our lives, not because we didn’t love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart. Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I’ll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.

That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed -dead. My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push through with the divorce.— At least, in the eyes of our son—- I’m a loving husband….

The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves.

So find time to be your spouse’s friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!

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If you do, you just might save a marriage. Many of life’s failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up.

Not once I said Be Mine

I know that's what people say -- "you'll get over it". I'd say it, too. But I know it's not true. "Oh, you'll be happy again, never fear". But you won't forget. Every time you fall in love it will be because something in the man reminds you of him. With the same thought I'd let you go and shine for someone else. This thought comes from one of Stolen Moments fan Sneha Rahatekar who expresses it with a beautiful poem. So please go ahead and give it just 3 minutes of yours and let us make a comeback to touch your hearts again. - Monil Modi

Not once I said Be Mine


Not once I said Be Mine
Not once i looked back on him
Not once i tried to know how he'd be doing
Not once i wished him a last good bye
Not once i gave him a thoughtful smile...


Not once did i try to hear him out
Not once did i let out my anger and shout
Not once i said 'stay i need you now'
Not once i confessed i loved him somehow.


Not once did i reply his mail
Not once did i explain my hurting tale
Not once i held on to those tears
Not once i confronted him with my fears.


I let him go
I helped him disappear
I watched him be someone else's shine
And I stood by holding on to my aching heart
To cry over someone who from
Beginning was never mine...



Poem Written By Sneha Rahatekar

I Want You To Come Back

A very beautiful and expressive poem comes from Soyab Patel - one of Stolen Moments reader who is just trying to say “Please come back” with a heavy heart to his love when he knows it's never going to happen. He says Missing someone isn’t about how long since you’ve seen them or the amount of time you’ve talked to them. It’s about that very moment when you’re doing something and wishing they were right there with you. - Monil Modi

I Want You To Come Back


 Missing someone in the deep darkness
of my heart and soul.
Cherishing those days when I lived life
to the whole.

You said good bye but i did not.
Lying to myself saying "I forgot!".


My life was You .
My dream was You.
You were my other half.
You were rising graph.

My breath, my beat, my everything.
Wanna say a million things.
Ask a million questions.
Tell a million stories.
But the time has gone and so have you.


If I were given a wish. I would want you back.
Or go back in time myself.
To live back those sunny days of life.
But I can’t
Nor can you

But let me tell you “I miss you baby and I want you to come back"

©soyab patel©

*I Want A Hug* (Small Love Story)


Boyfriend : Hey beautiful
Girlfriend : Oh hey babe
Boyfriend : You alright ?
Girlfriend : I'm fine i promise.
Boyfriend : I know there's something wrong baby talk to me ?
Girlfriend : I just need a hug from you right now.
Boyfriend : Could you wait until tomorrow when i see you ?
Girlfriend : Yeahhhh........*
Boyfriend shows up at her door*
Girlfriend : Babe what are you doing here in the middle of the night ?
Boyfriend : I couldn't sleep knowing my baby needs me
Girlfriend : I Love You

Congress Party behind Hyderabad Bomb Blast, February 21

Let's Not Ignore Possibilities of Congress Party behind Hyderabad Bomb Blast, February 21


You must have heard politics is ugly and politicians are even worst and after reading this article you will realize that these political parties can kill its own countrymen to win this political game. Have you ever thought why this blast took place on 21st February.. It’s not just a co-incidence, if you follow news channels and if you can relate you will find very much possibilities of Ruling party Congress behind this Blast.


Congress was slowly losing the political battle as on 19th February BJP protested against Shinde's Statement and also on 20 and 21st February Bharat Bandh was called by trade unions of India against policies of Govt (Congress) Against Price rise, Against Implementation of labor laws, Against black money stashed in foreign countries and many other reasons. All the News channels were 24 hours talking about the success of bandh and against Ruling party Congress.


Opposition was silently celebrating its political success as they were sure that after success of this Bharat Bandh media will continue to speak against govt and its policies because of which this country is suffering. Opposition was happy as now media was strong weapon against congress in this game of politics.


But then Hyderabad blast took place in the evening of last day of Bharat Bandh and as a result the entire news channel forgot about the Bharat bandh and started talking about Hyderabad blast Immediately Our Prime minister (Congress party) has twitted that people behind Hyderabad blast will be found out and punished. Next morning Home Minister Shinde (Congress Party) visited the blast site and thus has also not missed the opportunity to be covered by media.

Who is behind HYDERABAD BLAST ?
Congress wanted to win this political game as they were sure that media is going to attack them day and night and speak against them all day on 22nd and days to come after the success of Bharat Bandh in most parts of India thus they thought of diverting media and thus this blast was planned.


Why Hyderabad ?
If you listen to news you will find after hanging Mohammad Afzal Guru to death there were rumors that Hyderabad may become the next target for terrorist attack, Also Irfan who was arrested after Pune blast has confessed in past that he was asked to target Hyderabad too. Thus Congress was sure if this blast is done in Hyderabad media will have enough stories to talk about. (And now if you turn on your news channel you will realize they were correct.)

If you listen to the news you will also find no terrorist organization has been discovered yet behind this blast and till now investigation cell also don’t have hint about the people or organization behind this blast. Now Media is no longer discussing Bharat Bandh which was called against Poor Government Policies. Media is no longer talking about Shinde's statement.. No more News about Corruption.. Now if we tune in our News channel All we can listen now is Terrorism and Hyderabad Blast . This is called DIRTY POLITICS.


Friends i am not from any political party i am just a poet and An INDIAN. I have got Strong intuitions that Congress is behind this blast thus i have written and published this article on this blog and now its your task to spread it.  I am sure no one will suspect the possibilities that hands of ruling party may be behind this Hyderabad blast. Media and Investigation cell will start investigation in this direction only if you share this Article as much as possible.  Let's Not Ignore Possibilities of Congress Party behind Hyderabad Bomb Blast, February 21Truth Must Come out and that will happen only if you don't ignore sharing this article with your friends and fellow Indians. 

Satyamev Jayate !! Jai Bharat ! Jai Hind !

Happy Birthday Ali ♥

Birthday is always special and it becomes a memorable one when you get a gift that you have never expected to get :) This poem is written by Monil Modi for her friend Alisha On the occasion of her Birthday  I am sure she will like this Special birthday gift and everyone of you too will be able to relate with this Heart touching Poem ! - Nishant Gunjan


Happy Birthday Ali

The clock is ticking 12 in the night,
Tring Tring the phone bell rings 'cos you are outta sight
It’s your birthday my dearest
and I wish we could be the nearest
to celebrate it to the fullest.

                                                    
I wish your life be as colorful as those of the birthday balloons
I wish you keep smiling like those lit candles in dark rooms
I wish I could sing you many Happy Birthday tunes!!!

As you eat the cake of hopes and wishes,
With the icing of love and kisses


Dance in the rain of smiles and laughter
Let it be a new life and a new chapter

Wear your dress which is brand new
Happy birthday to you !!!! :)

Poem Written By Monil Modi

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