One Percent of Anticipation and Optimism

...wonders at the human tendency of hanging onto a fragile strand of hope, irrespective of knowing that there are 99% of chances that it would fail; but strangely …that 1% of anticipation and optimism continues to live and keeps our conviction breathing! 

♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

Fragile Strand...

I wonder at the human tendency specially at myself, that, we  hang onto a fragile strand of hope irrespective of knowing that there are 99% of chances that it would fail; but strangely …that 1% of anticipation and optimism continues to live and keeps our conviction breathing! 

A Love Letter

Dear Sweetheart,

Sitting by my window, thinking about you... I felt an odd shiver running down my spine. Now all of a sudden things become lucid...a new perspective is born and I sense that, yes, I require to tell you what 'I' mean...what 'you' mean and above all what 'my love' means. So I hurriedly pick up a piece of paper and write down down these lines...

I might shed tears but that doesn't mean I'm feeble; I might get irritated but that doesn't mean I detest you; I might resist but that doesn't mean I will give up and finally... I may get hurt but I won't stop loving you! ♥ ♥ ♥

I know that tomorrow might not come for me...I know that we may never end up being together...but I also know that nothing and no one can take away my love for you. It will never cease...It will never be worn-out and above all… it will never fail to give a test when considered necessary.  

I love you with all the love I have, I trust you with all the trust I have!

Waiting for you...

Love!

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someday...

‎...it hurts to see you go, it hurts to know life will never be the same again, it hurts to face the reality but what makes the journey worthwhile is the belief that someday...yes maybe someday, you'll be mine!!!

realised...

...has determined that from today, come what may in life...Ankita Mitra will let none take away her sunshine, will live life with a smile and above all take care of each day as a fresh one (read: forget the grief, not lament, move on and not let any soul concern her)! 
But above all... she’ll dance with her out-stretched wings to the rhythm of her pulse than just being a mute spectator!!

What is this!

People say that when in love it starts suffocating, the love dies. But I ask...what if one starts to love the suffocation? Will it still be called suffocation or simply love?
-just a random thought!!