Never Forget Your Roots

It don’t matter what happened in the past Because what we have, it’s gonna last You make me smile, Your worth my while You let me see, what you mean to me Without you, who knows where I’d be? When I’m not with you, I feel blue Whoever knew, our love would be true? When I think of you There’s no other clue How much I care for you In so little time, I made you mine And we’re gonna last, til the end of time!! Ron felt like having a lot of needles stuck into all parts of his body. He felt unbearable pain. Slowly, and with great difficulty, he opened his eyes. He wanted to shout out that he was unable to breathe. He tried, but there was no voice. Through the corner of his eyes, he saw the figure of an angel; a nurse. He moved his left hand in an attempt to call her. She rushed over to him. Ron told her that he was unable to breathe. She looked excited. Ron was bewildered at her expressions. She ran off to the table, picked up the phone and dialed a few numbers. Within no time, the room...

Anyone can give up. It's the easiest thing in the world to do. But to hold it together, when everything seems like falling apart; That's true strength! Ron loved suspense ; only when he was the one providing it. He hated being kept waiting. He read few books where in the protagonist was ready to wait till the end of his life for a reply from the lady love. Ron thought : don't these guys have feelings..?? How can they possibly do that..?? Ron expected an answer in a couple of days time. But about half a dozen days passed without any response. Laura did not ping; nor did she mail. Neither did they have the chance to meet, though they occasionally passed each other, lanes apart, in the cafe. Laura's eyes didn't seem to have the usual spark; her smile did not have the usual charm. The more Ron saw this, the more mad he got and the more hair he started loosing. Days passed quickly. It was next monday before Ron actually knew it. Ron was dressed up in ill...

Let others lead small lives, but not you. Let others argue over small things, but not you. Let others cry over small hurts, but not you. Let others leave their future in someone else's hands, But not you! Ron did not know how to spend that weekend. He wanted to time to fly but it appeared to move slower than a snail. Thoughts about the Friday didn't help either. He tried sleeping for a while, but would wake up from a bad dream. He tried playing cricket (it was Ron's favorite game, and he was a pretty good player), but he consistently miss-hit the ball, as if he was playing cricket for the first time. Bowling did not help him either. It took him19 balls to get one right. If there was anyway the batsman could've reached any of these balls, he would've saved Ron of the embarrassment, even if that meant hitting Ron for sixes. He tried watching T.V; his eyes were on the T.V, but his mind was somewhere else. Never in his life would've Ron wanted a weekend...