Coffee

[Syra 0]

Hello Friends :hi: I m gonna share a love story with u...........its is so touching kay jitni baar perti hun na ankhun main annsoo ajatay hain :( but kehna chaye jissay yah khoobsorat hai tou ghalat nahi hi ga .............. I dont know about love but issay per ker aisay lagta hai acha hi hota ho ga

anyways aap rona mat isay per ker :( :P

bas gain kerna kay relations and values what mean to us...hope u will like it :)

The story starts now..............

He met her on a party. She was so outstanding, many guys chasing after her, while he was so normal, nobody paid attention to him. At the end of the party, he invited her to have coffee with him, she was surprised, but due to being polite, she promised.

They sat in a nice coffee shop, he was too nervous to say anything, she felt uncomfortable, she thought, please, let me go home.. suddenly he asked the waiter: "would you please give me some salt? I'd like to put it in my coffee."

Everybody stared at him, so strange! His face turned red, but, still, he put the salt in his coffee and drank it. She asked him curiously: why you have this hobby?

He replied: "when I was a little boy, I was living near the sea, I liked

playing in the sea, I could feel the taste of the sea , just like the taste of the salty coffee. Now every time I have the salty coffee,

I always think of my childhood, think of my hometown, I miss my hometown so much, I miss my parents who are still living there".

While saying that tears filled his eyes. She was deeply touched.

That's his true feeling, from the bottom of his heart. A man who can tell out his homesickness, he must be a man who loves home, cares about home, has responsibility of home..

Then she also started to speak, spoke about her faraway hometown, her childhood, her family. That was a really nice talk, also a beautiful

beginning of their story.

They continued to date.

She found that actually he was a man who meets all her demands; he had tolerance, was kind hearted, warm, careful.

He was such a good person but she almost missed him! Thanks to his salty coffee! Then the story was just like every beautiful love story, the princess married to the prince, then they were living the happy life...

And, every time she made coffee for him, she put some salt in the coffee, as she knew that's the way he liked it.

After 40 years, he passed away, left her a letter which said:

"My dearest, please forgive me, forgive my whole life lie. This was the only lie I said to you---the salty coffee.

Remember the first time we dated? I was so nervous at that time, actually I wanted some sugar, but I said salt It was hard for me to change so I just went ahead. I never thought that could be the start of our communication!

I tried to tell you the truth many times in my life, but I was too afraid to do that, as I have promised not to lie to you for anything.. Now I'm dying, I afraid of nothing so I tell you the truth:

I don't like the salty coffee, what a strange bad taste.. But I have had the salty coffee for my whole life!

Since I knew you, I never feel sorry for anything I do for you. Having you with me is my biggest happiness for my whole life.

If I can live for the second time, still want to know you and have you for my whole life, even though I have to drink the salty coffee again".

Her tears made the letter totally wet. Someday, someone asked her: what's the taste of salty coffee?

It's sweet. She replied.

"Love means the body, the soul, the life, the entire being. We feel love as we feel the warmth of our blood, we breathe love as we breathe air, we hold it in ourselves as we hold our thoughts. Nothing more exists for us."

[saamia 0]

hmmmm nice syra very nice

but aaj kal aaisa love boht kam daikhnay ko milta hai boht hi kam

ab too kia kahoo mai buss kuch nahee,

[sanum 0]

so salty oops I mean sweet post

Saamia is right piyar wiyaar wo bhi esa kaheen nahi hota

wasay CY ki dedective team nay ye soragh nikala hay k us banday ki moot esi salted tea ko pinay ki wajha say hoey hay

wasay syra aap ko es story may rona kis baat pay aata hay...us masoon nahi marhoom k salted tea pinay pay :D

[sonoo0 0]

[Syra 0]

hmmmm nice syra very nice

but aaj kal aaisa love boht kam daikhnay ko milta hai boht hi kam

ab too kia kahoo mai buss kuch nahee,

Well saamia thnx :)

sahi kaha tum nay.......its difficult to find true love

but hope for the real love

[Syra 0]

so salty oops I mean sweet post

Saamia is right  piyar wiyaar wo bhi esa kaheen nahi hota 

wasay CY ki dedective team nay ye soragh nikala hay k us banday ki moot esi salted tea ko pinay ki wajha say hoey hay

wasay syra aap ko es story may rona kis baat pay aata hay...us masoon nahi marhoom  k salted tea pinay pay  :D

sanum mujy rona iss baat per ata hai kay koi kisi say itna pyar ker sakta hai

anyways Thnx

[Syra 0]

SonoooO>>>>>>>> My sweety ;) Thnxxxxx :flower:

[sanum 0]

sanum  mujy rona iss baat per ata hai kay koi kisi say itna pyar ker sakta hai 

anyways Thnx 

Syra>>> ye story mojhe kafi achi lagi aur mere khayal se esko luv & care kaha jaey tu ziyada munasib hay :) hope k pasand aaey gi

The Perfume . . .

As she stood in front of her 5th grade class on the very first day of the

school, she told the children an untruth. Like most teachers she looked at

her students and said she loved them all the same. However that was

impossible, because there in the front row, slumped in the seat was a

little boy named Teddy Stoddard.

Mrs. Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed that he did not

play well with the other children, that his clothes were messy, and that he

constantly needed a bath. In addition, Teddy could be unpleasant.

It got to the point where Mrs. Thompson would actually take delight in

marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X's and then putting a

big "F" at the top of his papers. At the school where Mrs. Thompson taught,

she was required to review each student past records and she put Teddy's

off until the last. However when she reviewed his file, she was in for a

surprise.

Teddy's first grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is a bright child with a ready

laugh. He does his work neatly and has good manners. He is a joy to be

around."

His second grade teacher wrote Teddy is an excellent student, well liked by

his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal

illness and life at home must be a struggle."

His third grade teacher wrote, "Teddy's mother's death has been hard on

him. He tries to do his best, but his father doesn't show much interest and

his home life will soon affect him if some steps are not taken."

His fourth grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is withdrawn and doesn't show much

interest in school. He doesn't have many friends and he sometimes sleeps in

class."

By now Mrs. Thompson realized the problem and she was ashamed of herself.

She felt even worse when her students brought her Christmas presents,

wrapped beautifully in bright ribbons and paper, except for Teddy's, whose

present was clumsy and wrapped in heavy brown paper, the he would have got

from a grocery bag. Mrs. Thompson took pains to open it in the middle of

the other presents.

Some of the children started to laugh when she found the rhinestone

bracelet with some of the stones missing and a bottle of perfume that was

only one quarter full. But she stifled the children's laughter when she

exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was, putting it on, and dabbing some of

the perfume on her wrist. Teddy Stoddard stayed on after school that day

just long to say, " Mrs. Thompson, today you smelled just like my mom used

to." After the children left, she cried for at long time

On that very day, she quit teaching reading, writing, and arithmetic.

Instead she began to teach children. Mrs. Thompson paid particular attention

to Teddy. As she worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive. The more

she encouraged him, the faster he responded. By the end of the year, Teddy

had become one of the smartest children in class. And, despite her lie that

she loved all the children the same, Teddy became one of her "pets".

A year later, she found a note under her door, from Teddy, telling her that

she was still the best teacher he had ever had in his life.

Six years went by before she got another letter from Teddy. He then wrote

that he had finished high school, third in his class, and she was still the

best teacher he ever had in is whole life.

Four years after that she received another note saying that while things

had been tough at times, he still stayed in school, had stuck with it, and

would soon graduate with the highest honors. He assured Mrs. Thompson that

she was still the best and most favorite teacher he ever had in his whole

life.

Then four more years passed and yet another letter came. This time he

explained that after he got his bachelor's degree, he decided to go a little

further. The letter explained that she was still the best and most

favourite teacher he ever had in his whole life. But now the name was

little longer ... the letter was signed, Theodore F. Stoddard, MD.

The story does not end here. There was yet another letter that spring.

Teddy said the he met this girl who was going to marry.

He explained that his father had died a couple of years ago and he was

wondering if Mrs. Thompson would agree to sit at the wedding in the place

that was usually reserved for the mother of the groom.

Of course, Mrs. Thompson did. And guess what, she wore that bracelet

- the one with several rhinestones missing. Moreover, she also remembered

to wear the perfume that Teddy's mother wore on the last Christmas they

spent together.

They hugged each other, and Dr. Stoddard whispered in Mrs. Thompson's ear,

"Thank you Mrs. Thompson for believing in me. Thank you so much for making

me feel important and showing me that I could make a difference."

Mrs. Thompson, with tears in her eyes, whispered back, "Teddy, you have it

all wrong. You were the one who taught me that I could make a difference. I

didn't know how to teach till I met you."

You could have a Teddy standing in front of you and yet not realize it . . .

[Syra 0]

Woowwwww>>>>>>> its beautiful......itni khoobsorat kay kia bataun..........3 mints kay liye main stuck hi ho gae iissay read ker kay....morale yahi hai kay luch log aap ki zindagi ka hissa ban jatay hain...and make difference in ur personality.....really nice Thnx Sanumm>>>>>for sharing this post :)

[sonoo0 0]

hmmmmmmm :D

[sanum 0]

hmmmmmmm :D

sonooo>>> kiya hoa

Syra>>> thanx 4 reading...mojhey bhi boaht achi lagi thi aur meri bhi kach kuch aap jesi feelings thein :)

[raiha 0]

u guys.they r emotinal. :P

[Syra 0]

SANUM>>>yah hai hi itni khhoobsorat achi tou lagay gi hi na

RAIHA>>>>>>> bachay emtiional hona tou achi baat hai hai na :) jo emotional hota hai it means he/she has emotions for the people around us :)

[rabbia 0]

sho shweet i liked it very much

[rabbia 0]

btw i 4got to say that its all fantasy which isn't good in reality

[Syra 0]

RAbbia>>>>>>>>>>>>Every emotion has its own fantasy and REMEMBER IN REALITY IT IS SO BEAUTIFUL

[rabbia 0]

:) might b u've got a good experience thats y saying it

Anyways i agree with sanum > coffee+salt> high B.p>nervous breakdown :P

[sanum 0]

rabbia well said but where r U girl long time no see :)

Cy k zaheeno manay ye story parhi par mojhe eska end samajh nahi aaya koi bataey ga plzzzzzzzzzzzzzz :help:

The Prince

Once upon a time there was a Prince who, through no fault of his own was

cast under a spell by an evil witch. The curse was that the Prince could

speak only one word each year. However, he could save up the words so that

if he did not speak for a whole year, then the following year he was allowed

to speak two words. (This was before the time of letter writing or

signal language.)

One day he met a beautiful princess (ruby lips, golden hair, sapphire eyes,)

and fell madly in love. With the greatest difficulty he decided to refrain

from speaking for two whole years so that he could look at her and say "my

darling". But at the end of the two years he wished to tell her that he loved her.

Because of this he waited three more years without speaking (bringing the

total number of silent years to 5).But at the end of these five years he

realized that he had to ask her to marry him. So he waited ANOTHER four

years without speaking.

Finally as the ninth year of ! silence ended, his joy knew no bounds.

Leading the lovely princess to the most secluded and romantic place in that

beautiful royal garden the prince heaped a hundred red roses on her lap,

knelt before her, and taking her hand in his, said huskily, "My darling,I

love you! Will you marry me?" And the princess tucked a strand of golden

hair behind a dainty ear, opened her sapphire eyes in wonder, and parting

her ruby lips, said:

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"Pardon?"

ye end kiya hay kiya princes bhi prince ki tarha thi

[Charmer 0]

syra> nice story indeed

sanum> :D

[Syra 0]

Well yah kia hai Sanum>>>>> I read it iss ka moral kia tha

[Syra 0]

Sanum siso >>> I think kay aap feelings ko emotions ko bahut achay say samajhti ho........isisi liye mein nay aik aur love story li hai....hopw samnum u and all members will like it :)

a love story

starts from here

it starts like this

10th class

>

> As I sat there in English class, I stared at the girl next to me. She

>was my so called "best friend". I stared at her long, silky hair, and

>wished she was mine. But she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it.

>After class, she walked up to me and asked me for the notes she had missed

>the day before and handed them to her. She said "thanks" and gave me a

>kiss on the cheek. I wanted to tell her, I want her to know that I don't

>want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know

>why.

>

> 11th class

>

> The phone rang. On the other end, it was her. She was in tears,

>mumbling on and on about how her love had broke her heart. She asked me to

>come over because she didn't want to be alone, so I did. As I sat next to

>her on the sofa, I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine. After 2

>hours, one Drew Barrymore movie, and three bags of chips, she decided to

>go to sleep. She

> looked at me, said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to

>tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love

>her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

>

> Senior year

>

> The day before prom she walked to my locker. "My date is sick" she

>said; he's not going to go well, I didn't have a date, and in 7th grade,

>we made a promise that if neither of us had dates, we would go together

>just as "best friends". So we did. Prom night, after everything was over,

>I was standing at her front door step! I stared at her as she smiled at me

>and stared at me with her crystal eyes. I want her to be mine, but she

>isn't think of me like that, and I know it. Then she said "I had the best

>time, thanks!" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want

>her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just

>too shy, and I don't know why.

>

> Graduation Day

>

> A day passed, then a week, then a month. Before I could blink, it was

>graduation day. I watched as her perfect body floated like an angel up on

>stage to get her diploma. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't notice

>me like that, and I knew it. Before everyone

> went home, she came to me in her smock and hat, and cried as I hugged

>her. Then she lifted her head from my shoulder and said, "you're my best

>friend, thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I

>want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm

>just too shy, and I don't know why.

>

> A Few Years Later

>

> Now I sit in the pews of the church. That girl is getting married now.

>I watched her say "I do" and drive off to her new life, married to another

>man. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn`t see me like that, and I knew

>it. But before she drove away, she came to me and said "you came!". She

>said "thanks" and kissed me on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her

>to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too

>shy, and I don't know why.

>

> Funeral

>

> Years passed, I looked down at the coffin of a girl who used to be my

>"best friend". At the service, they read a diary entry she had wrote in

>her high school years. This is what it read:

> I stare at him wishing he was mine, but he doesn't notice me like that,

>and I know it. I want to tell him, I want him to know that I don't want to

>be just friends, I love him but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why. I

>wish he would tell me he loved me!

> I wish I did too... I thought to my self, and I cried.

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> i love u

> i love u

> i love u

> i love u

> i love u

> i love u

> i love u

> i love u

> i love u

:( :( :(

[sanum 0]

Sanum siso >>> I think kay aap feelings ko emotions ko bahut achay say samajhti ho........

sirf main he nahi I think sab feelings & emotions ko samajhtey hein k inki koi zeban nahi hoti hum tu khair ashraful makhlokaat hein per janwar bhi samajh jatay hein k aap ka salook on k sath piyaar bhara hay ya nafrat bhara :)

isisi liye mein nay aik aur love story li hai....hopw samnum u and all members will like it

yeah sure par abhi read nahi ki read karnay k baad comments doon gi ok

[rabbia 0]

rabbia well said but where r U girl long time no see  :)

Cy k zaheeno manay ye story parhi par mojhe eska end samajh nahi aaya    koi bataey ga plzzzzzzzzzzzzzz  :help:

The Prince

Once upon a time there was a Prince who, through no fault of his own was

cast under a spell by an evil witch. The curse was that the Prince could

speak only one word each year. However, he could save up the words so that

if he did not speak for a whole year, then the following year he was allowed

to speak two words. (This was before the time of letter writing or

signal language.)

One day he met a beautiful princess (ruby lips, golden hair, sapphire eyes,)

and fell madly in love. With the greatest difficulty he decided to refrain

from speaking for two whole years so that he could look at her and say "my

darling". But at the end of the two years he wished to tell her that he loved her.

Because of this he waited three more years without speaking (bringing the

total number of silent years to 5).But at the end of these five years he

realized that he had to ask her to marry him. So he waited ANOTHER four

years without speaking.

Finally as the ninth year of ! silence ended, his joy knew no bounds.

Leading the lovely princess to the most secluded and romantic place in that

beautiful royal garden the prince heaped a hundred red roses on her lap,

knelt before her, and taking her hand in his, said huskily, "My darling,I

love you! Will you marry me?" And the princess tucked a strand of golden

hair behind a dainty ear, opened her sapphire eyes in wonder, and parting

her ruby lips, said:

.

.

scroll down......

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.

.

.

......Well, guess what she said ...........

.

.

.

.

......come on, guess what could she have

.

.

said..............

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.

.

.

.

"Pardon?"

ye end kiya hay kiya princes bhi prince ki tarha thi 

My Studies Schedualis tough sho can't cum regularly online :( anyways h r u?

[sanum 0]

Syra>>> manay story perh li aur ye ganna gaya

ye piyar may kyun hota hay us olo ki dum ko kiya takleef thi sedhay sedhay propose nahi kar sakta tha

wasay mera ek strong belief hay k muhabbat/feelings ki koi language nahi hoti ager ho strong hay aur aglay ki bhi same feelings hein to wo zaroor feel karay ga

Rabbia>>> 1st be regular here then I'll tell U abt myself.. that how am I <_<

[rabbia 0]

:flower: ok i'll try my best