I will never forget the first day when Isaw her in safa tempoo heading towards NewRoad.I was in the back seat going to my college.At Gaushala the tempoo stopped.There she was..........big eyes,glowing face,dimples....my dream gal.
The very first day....she did not notice me.It was only me ..one sided..was kind a crush..I was waiting for her one look-(ohoooho how I wished she would look at me and feel the same way I felt for her)At purano Baneshwor
she took off even not noticing that I existed there..I had no chance.I thought of taking off at puraano Baneshwor too and follow her ,,,,,but since was already late
for my college I gave it up.The whole day at my college I dreamt about her.I tried to take her off from my sight but could not help it.She was there all around.Am I in love?What is this?The whole day I was quiet in class and could not even concentrate
in my studies.My friends were surprised to see myelf into this situation.They were like...Is everything ok?What happened? Why are you quiet?I said...nothing...its just that I did not sleep good last night.My unle and aunt came to stay with us for
a week and I was playing with their kids late night. My days were very boring ....those days.I used to see same people on safa tempoo everyday.Everyday seemed to
repeat itself.I always wanted a change...but had no choice..had to leave up with it.School,home, TV,Movies,sometimes hanging out with friends.I was always my dad and mum's kid.Next day too..she was there from the same spot Gaunsala.
This time I was in left side and she was on right side.She would see me even she did not want too because we were sitting exactly one to another.Her in the right side and me in the left side.There she was..she looked at me....... I am like...did she looked at me?That day I was dressed up good.....gelly hair........(I knew I looked good that day)
So i wanted her to see me as many times as I want................Our eyes played with eachother for sometime.She would look at me and when I look at her she would act as if she is not looking at me.....I did the same......I was happy that day.
I knew she also liked me.The whole day ....I thought...how am I gonna talk to her?What if she has a bf?maybe I will start with a
smile tomorrow....Damn Damn Damn..Tomorrow is saturday..I dont have college...Sunday......I dont have college too...
For two days I wont be able to see her..........What I am gonna do?May be I will just go.....acting as if I am going somewhere
just to see her on saturday and sunday...but what I am gonna say to my mun and dad..They will be asking lot of question
to me and I wont have answer to everything.....I thought may be I will wait till monday...maybe she wont come on saturday
and sunday...so ...I thought I wont go.Saturday and Sundays..those days were like two years for me.I counted every minute
of it...Monday.........I gelled my hair four times....body sprayed four times..my dad was like.."Are you going to college
or some party.I was clean shaved though I had no beards...I liked shaving......hoping those thick beard would grow
and i would look a matured guy....I knew ladies would die for guys with beard......especially that French cut....

Monday...the same repeating day.......same people in safa tampoo..even the drivers they knew me..Bhai k chaa
..I said..thikaai cha dai..............(though did not care much about them)....I knew what I was looking for....

(To Be Continued................)

It's intresting. Please finish the story.

Gooosh...just another "bush stop" infatuation....

learn how to separate comments and dialouges.

it looks like a buncha of bleh in the story, i got lost after first few lines.
try again! :)

Another psychopath, confessing about his deeds.
How can one fall in love in an instant to a stranger and yet think about following her and confessing his love? This is a total disregard to another person's feelings, reaction, and mental state, and such act can be termed as psychopathic. Being so obsessed of a stranger that alters his own daily life is a sign of obsessive compulsive disorder.

Cool down Pasu. Everyone goes through that kind of stage in life. It's not love but it's a crush. You can have crush on anyone, anytime...It is one of those feelings which arises unknowingly. It can be as stupid as anything and sometimes very inspiring. Did not you go through those kinda stuffs, or you're still a kid? Well..talking about kids, I guess they have more chances of having crushes than an adult.

I guess candyman is trying to explain one of those crush stories of his...

Mr. Lonely, I agree with you. I think everybody in their teen age go through this. It had happened to me in my life so I understand what CandyMAN is talking about. I see visual action of the tampo and they both trying to look at each other. It just reminded me of my teen age. Finish up CandyMAN, it is good incident. Don't worry about what some idiots say.

Thank you all for your feedback.Sorry I was late on replying.I am pretty busy with my studies these days,Will surely continue.

Thank you.

You suck dude. Why do you let us hang in the middle?

कथा सार्है राम्रो छ, कृपया लेख्दै गरम् है ॥

hahahahhhahahah kasle kasle sabai katha padhyo?

First Love-Part II


I was desperatley waiting for the safa tempoo to stop at Gaunshala.At chabel the safa tempo got full.I did not know what to do next.I was hoping somebody would drop off
at jayabageshwori or Mitrapark....but did not happen so...There she was........waiving her hands for the safaa tempo to stop...but since the tempoo was full.....the driver
did not stop the tempoo. I was looking at her continuously till my eyes could
reach her.I dont know whether she noticed me or not
but I did not care much about that.There I felt happy
and sad both...mixed feeling of up and down.I was
happy coz i could see her ...I was sad because I could not see her for
long.Well I thought it was love...and I enjoyed it
too...atleast I have something to think about............I was very very
talkative at class those days......my abrupt change
from talkativeness to quietness made everybody curious on what was going
on.My Economics teacher was like.........What happened
to you? Is everything ok at home?(He knew my dad)hows ur dad?I
said-Nothing sir.......well I did not care much about
their asking...all I cared about was safa tempoo ride....Desperatley waiting for Tuesday Morning...Making plans for Tuesday Morning.. What I am gonna wear,,,,,,,?,How I am gonna comb my hair,,,,,,,How I am gonna talk to her?I used to have
answer to all these questions before I went to bed on Monday Night.I did
not share my first love or so called crush to anybody...not even
my best friend. Days passed............Week passed........ I did
not have guts to go to her and express my feelings to
her.We used to talk only with eyes...and thats it...I did not even talk to
her ......forget about talking...I did not even say
"HI" to her...... Deep inside my heart I dont know why I felt she liked
me too.I was pretty confident on that she liked
me.....I dont know.. no matter how confident I was or no matter how many
times our eyes talk to each other...even the months
passed... I still could not talk to her.Maybe I was enjoying
that...maybe I was afraid this would end if i Express
my feelings.. Mybe she will change her way if she thinks I am
stalking her.....I was very very negative from my
childhood.. Never learnt to be positive and optimistic......I
blame on my dad for that..He is so pessimistic...one
cannot even imagine.. So am I...no wonder...people say....."Yo yesko bau
jastaai chaaa".......... One day I was talking to my friend in the
class about feelings, and relationships.....He said
something which I liked and thought about doing it.He said there
is a tablet which if I use it will have courage to do
everything or do anything.At that time I did not know
it was nitro-son he was talking about.The next day I
gave him Rs20 to get me a file...................yeah...I am gonna
bring it....but give me half of it.......I asked him
how much do I have to take to have courage...He laughed...one would be ok for u....you are bachaaa in it...I said well..ok.The next day he
got me a file of nitro-son ....I tore it into half and gave him half of it......I
told him I would try one....right noe...just to see
how it feels...He is like ...No..No....dont do that...First time it will hit you
hard.....Common what if you get complaints from
teacher...u will be screwed...I said ok...so kept the half file in my
bag........

To Be Continued................................

what is nitro-son???

story is good:-)

Nitrosun could f_ck you up. I was almost in fight so many times coz' I had that NS. I enjoyed Formulas (mixtures of differnet drugs)for few years . I was addicted to those. I used to be so cool that I had lots of lady friends. Thanks god I got of that.

Everything was new for me; new work place, new coworkers and new town. I used to get off from so early that had no idea what to do. I choose that place coz’ I wanted everything new. I used to be close with females but they were all premature love and some of them were for only sex. Once I was pretty serious but ended up very sadly. But something happened to me that changed my whole life. I used to see those kinds of love story in movies but I can’t still believe my self that that happened to me.
I had nothing to do so I started playing poker in the casino. My routine was pretty simple. Wake up, go to work, rush to casino, stay their late night and come back. I got tired of that coz’ I was loosing all my paychecks every month. Then I thought of saving money and started thinking of other recreations. Here you go….. Beer and Computer. I started chatting and making friends in the computer. I was looking some Nepalese friends in the same area so that I could hang out with them in their free time. I was chatting in Nepalnews and used to type “ANY BODY FROM _ _ ATT_ _?” I met a guy from Canada and another from same city but always busy. One day I met a girl and she said she is also new in the city. She was kinda in a rush so I gave my phone number real quick though I was not expecting any phone call from.




…………..I am tired from my side……..ANA_CA, would you like to continue from your side that what happened next?

CANDY..I think this aint a true story that actually happened in your life.Am i right?Coz..Gaushala and Old baneshwor..just a matter of 10 mins walk..even less than that.So,who gonna take tampo for that..from Gaushala to Old Baneshwor????

Well..is this just a imagination?But, I appreciate this piece of imagination.Carry on!!

I was so bored to move to small place from big city without any friends. I was glad to meet him online but I was in relatioship at that time. Thou my relationship was not working. I called him right away after getting his phone number. He was really nice and aksed for my permission couple of times before saving my phone number. Usually nepalese guys love to bother girls but he was very decent.

That impressed me. We start talking over the phone but I did not like his profession so I put NO as his name in my cell. So I stop picking up his phone. He use to call me every friday at 5pm for weekend but I never picked up his phone. One day he got mad and left me a message at 2am. I got pissed off so I called next day to yell at him. So we start talking again. He used to come to town every weekend and invite me to join him for dinner. I never went to see him. I was hesitated to meet him. When i broke up with my bf, I was very upset. As usual he called me for dinner and he was very firm this time. I just wanted to talk with somebody so I went. He was quite drinking beer. He just listen to me. I was like chatter box just talking about my bf. He listen to me. It was casual dinner. We became friends.

Then we start going to nepali program together. First we went to Nepal new year party. He was there with me. I was surprised. He stayed with me all the time though he had friends to hang out with. We were only friends at that time. I don't know how to dance but oh my god, he can dance so good. He was very good at hip hop. He was wearing white shirt and little drunk and dancing so sexy. I just fell for it. I was looking him dance. After that I offered him a ride. He doesn't drive but he lived far. I took a risk dropping a drunk person. But he was so decent. I even asked him, is it safe to drop you off as you are drunk? He was laughing and said he is the safest person I can be with. So I thought may be he is gay then.

Sorry CandyMan. We got started with our own love story. You are taking too much time to finish yours.