Saying Prerna Gupta is a crazy girl would be an understatement! She's a firecracker that keeps getting brighter... We haven't met each other since seven years, she's still a little girl inside and Lucifer incarnate on the outside...horns et al! Currently a business management studies undergrad a Singapore...
This wild one is called "Pixu", and yeah she's cute and short... has nothing to do with writing, no aims in the field.. this is just an honest konfession.
Glad to have you here Prerna!
--Shinjini Singh
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Author Intro:
"I wanna meet my fairy god mother,
the guy that prints money,
a truly honest guy ( That's right lets all laugh on the count of 3. 1... 2... 3...??? booo u all cuz i found one),
Oprah, so she can take pity on me and donate to my charity.
FOr all those wanting, to donate 10 dollars, please call 1800-PixuNeedsMoney-567........"-- Stolen from her Orkut profile because "Pixu" disappeared soon after submitting an article.
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1.5 years of mails, pictures, silly cards, shoe-laces, movie tickets... set it on fire. Hahaha.
Silly movie ticket. The first time we went for a movie, I kept his as a souvenir. Obsessed, I guess. Puppy love. Set it on fire? Damn right I did.
1.5 years of mail. Snail-mail and email. How do you delete 693 emails? His first email that said- "I think we can make it work if only you give us a chance", it hurt just as much as my last email that said- "Don’t you think its just not working out?" And through it all, his replies were- "as long as you are happy". I thought - but that’s not it. What about us? Through it all we faked our insensitivity and composure. When I deleted everything, I prepared myself for a series of relations. Many came n went but it still felt empty.
I thought life would be fine, and it did.
Its been 2 years and now. It doesn't feel empty anymore. Finally I met someone just like him, yet so unlike him. He gave me his shoulder to cry on when my last fling got over. He said, "let us make it work out. Come to my world". Damn right I did. I went with the flow. He's just the guy I always wanted. Things are just the way I've always dreamt of. Luck, I guess.
I did lie to myself once. Cheated on myself. But it’s all gone. All over.
No more do I find strange love notes reappear from unsurprising nooks and corners. No more do I turn to look at any guy who smells like him. Though I still have the 2 inch burn mark on my right arm - an aftermath of me burning myself while proving my ironing skills to him. But every now and then the scar whispers to me - things have cooled down, jus the way they did when he iced your arm.
I thought I would never fall in love again. But I did. Fate and destiny, I guess.
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