After a long time being in a heart break.. I decided to write this... with the idea of my friend aditya...
When he was born, there was a war...
When he started schooling there was an earth quake...
And when he grew up, the whole world became a play ground.
"Mr. Harsha,
we are so sorry to inform you that we could not select you into final round of our photo competition due to your emptiness on pen drive that was submitted by you. please, participate again
J.j photo contest
Contact : *************"
As he woke up and saw that, harsha frowned and called up the photo contest people, and finds out that the pendrive that he gave is nothing but a bunch of virus..
Fate... fate is what we hate no jo.. not everyone, but harsha. Definitley he is one of many who hates his own fate.
Walkin on the road he applied for many random jobs that came on our "jobs.com" and started out to the beach for relaxing. Suddenly he gets a call from his childhood friend "sanjana".
With a heavy heart he lifted the call and said "hey"...
"its, sanjana... how are you harsha?" Said her.
"Yea.. how are you? Its so good to get you back" said him...
Going back to memories, in his school days harsha had a very big crush on sanjana which he kept as memory
Now with the call.. his heart started pounding with love
Suddenly.. water sprinkled back on his legs.. looking down.. what already has gone has gone.. his phone fell into the water in the beach..
"wtf!!" Wil you ever give me a coreect moment? He sshowed all the anger on himself and walked back to his bike and then he realised his about his keys...
Ps : its a 3 part story..
