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Here I am at last!

I wonder how every tiny little piece of puzzle fits right in when the time comes. I used to wonder whom I would marry and who would live with me all my life, tolerating my eccentricities, short temper, impatience... Now the puzzle is solved and I am surprised. Fate has brought me someone who was my first and last crush since childhood  When I was in primary, he was in high school and then college. Very handsome then. I was shy of him but adored him unknowingly. Over the years, we lost touch as roads differed and each went on our own path. But I always used to wonder where he was and what he was doing, may be married with two kids and not even remembering the tiny little me who once tormented him. And then one day, I felt like searching for him in Facebook. Then hesitatingly sent a friend request imagining I would just be his friend and it would be great to renew old acquaintances. And one thing led to another. I still can't believe I have met him again after 16 long years and fate is binding us together. I feel I have reached my destination. Touch wood. [Guess I, who refused to believe in superstitions, is finally contradicting myself.]

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  1. avinashOctober 3, 2011 at 12:13 PM

    ಶುಭಾಶಯಗಳು :-)

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  2. Bhargavi BhatOctober 3, 2011 at 5:08 PM

    congrats :).. that's really good to know.. Happy for you :)...

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  3. AnonymousOctober 19, 2011 at 10:54 AM

    ... and then, there are such mystical phenomena viz., auto-hypnotic suggestions, telepathy, self-fulfilling propheciess, 'the whole universe conspiring to make happen what one strongly & deeply desires, while the whole world seems to be at odds with the oneself', et al, - de-mystified by the primordial self being connected to the pure universal consciousness through itself, that is unconditional Love ...

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