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Last Part Two more months have bygone. I’m working on many new projects. Working all day and night has somehow helped me in moving on. Although still sometimes his memories hit me and I feel defeated but now I have learnt to live with the fact that we’ll never meet again. He was my past. I cannot let my past ruin my future. Anvita has helped me a lot in this tough phase of my life. She has always been with me as my unflinching support. She has helped me in getting new projects. We have worked together in some projects as well. After a long time working like maniacs, today we have decided to spend this weekend at our flat. She makes coffee for us. We sit in the balcony of our flat. Being in her company I always feel comfortable. We discuss about our new projects, latest movies, songs, dresses and everything under the sun we can talk about. She tells me that she has crush on one of her producer. We smile, we laugh, we enjoy. A typical girl’s day at home. In the evening we decide to go

Part-8 Life has become monotonous. Like a blank canvas without colors. A canvas, which has no painter to fill it with colors. I have lost connection with outer world. My room and music has become my companion in this lonely life. Every time I feel lonely I plugin my earphones to keep me distracted and the only song that plays on my playlist is ‘Oh no matter what I do Each night is a lifetime to live through, I can't go on like this, I need your touch, You're the only one I loved, And as long as the stars shine down from the sky, As long as the rivers runs to the sea, I'll never get over you, getting over me I'll never get over you getting over me......' It plays over and over again but today it’s not helping too. I’m feeling very restless. I switch on TV and surf through channels. There is nothing to see on TV too. Nothing seems to interest me. All of a sudden something catches my attention. An advertisement, the same advertisement, Eric and I had done to

Part-7 He runs his fingers softly from my forehead to my lips. I kiss his fingers resting onto my lips. He leans over my fragile body. I close my eyes in ecstasy. I surrender myself completely to him.  ‘Good night pretty lady.’ He whispers in my ear and gets up to leave. I open my eyes in utter shock. I lay shell shocked on the huge bed. He walks away. I count the steps he takes. I watch him going. He stops at door, turns back and smiles. I don’t know how to react. He leaves. I’m baffled with his demeanor but still I am elated to the core. I had had the night of my life. I smile to myself. I decide to confront Eric in the morning and confess my love for him. I know he loves me too but something is preventing him to say. If he can’t, I have to say now.  I cannot hold it any more as I have to leave for Delhi tomorrow. Before leaving I want to tell him that he means world to me. Soon I doze off thinking about the moments I spent with him. Morning arrives. I wake up when the morning r

Part-6 After the shoot, despite of being exhausted, I am elated to have a dinner date with Eric. Today I make an effort to look my best. I wear a red off shoulder gown which fits me fittingly. I hold hairs partly with a beautiful hairpin, apply mascara, outline my eyes with eye-liner, apply gloss to my lips and as splash some perfume. I put on heels and see my reflection in mirror with a feel of little self appreciation. Soon there is a knock at the door. ‘Coming…’ I say softly. He has come. My heart is pounding. I am feeling tingy at the pit of my stomach. I take a deep breath and open the door. Here he is, ready to assassinate me with his killing looks. He is wearing a black suit. A slight hint of subtle and nicely made hair are giving him a perfect gentleman look. He is looking ravishing. His winsome smile has taken my breath away. Isn’t it a crime to torture someone with killing looks? In which police station I should file an FIR ? ‘Hey! Finally I see my pretty lady.’ He says

Part-5 Our first destination is ‘Se Cathedral’ church. This is one of the largest churches in Asia and is dedicated to St. Catherine. Legend has it that the Golden Bell of this cathedral can be heard all over Goa. This is indeed one of the beautiful places I have ever visited in my life, peaceful and marvelously decorated. ‘I hope you like the place.’ Eric asks. ‘I am in love with this place. Thanks for tagging me here along with you.’ I say. ‘Thanks for accompanying me pretty lady.’ He winks. We roam around the church admiring its architecture. ‘I have heard every wish fulfils here.’ He tells me. ‘Really?’ I ask. ‘Yes. Lets lit the candle and make a wish.’ He suggests. We take candles and go to lit candles. Eric is by my side. He looks into my eyes. His eyes want to convey something which his lips aren’t saying. I always feel he is hiding something. He smiles as if silently promising me that he’ll always be there with me. I’m unable to guess what is going on. Is it some way

Part-4  The playlist goes on. I keep on sleeping. It’s 11 P.M. when the ring of intercom disturbs my cozy sleep. They call to know if I want to order my dinner in room. I deny as I have lost my appetite. I sit on my bed for a while thinking what to do now. I decide to spend some time with myself to introspect. Going to beach at this time isn’t a good idea but still I choose to go. I sit at the shore daggling my legs inside the water. The view is panoramic. Surreal shining water under the sky full of twinkling stars. It’s so overwhelming. This natural beauty never fails to surprise me. I look upon the silent sea. It’s looking like a smooth glass pattern. I pick up a pebble and throw it in the water. It causes disturbance to the surface, making some concentric rings, breaking and shattering the symmetry. I think about my friends, career, relationships, love and future. I am recounting my past. I have everything whatever a person needs to lead a happy life. Name, fame, glamour and mon

Part-3 ‘Oho Pretty lady is already up.’ I hear a familiar voice, almost shaken. I turn back my head to see. As expected, it’s Eric, elegantly dressed in a fitted tee paired with blue denims and rolex watch. His ever smiling face is adding charm to his persona. He is handsome. I see a girls group at a distance, looking at him and giggling. I feel little uncomfortable. Am I getting jealous? Why am I feeling possessive about him? ‘Good morning pretty lady.’ His firm voice makes me come out of trance. ‘Good morning.’ I reply politely wrapping my shawl a little tighter around myself. ‘May I have the pleasure to accompany you pretty lady?’ He asks with a gentle smile. ‘Yes…sure.’ I reply shortly looking at the blue sea. ‘You like this place?’ He questions again. ‘Yes, I haven’t witnessed such a beautiful morning ever.’ I say, my gaze still fixed at the water waves. ‘Indeed it is… but not more than you.’ He whispers coming closer to me. I feel his warm breath over the nip of my neck

Part-2 ‘Roll, camera, action’ Ashutosh says aloud and the shoot starts. In this particular scene, I have to walk by the pool side where Eric is standing with some other models. As I cross him, he gets the whiff of fragrance I am wearing and he starts following me but before he reaches me I disappear in the crowd, leaving him in trance. I tell you these out of the box ideas are really silly. I mean who follows a girl just because of her fragrance. But these advertisement experts… they present the concept with so much grace that people are bound to believe that it works. I am not a newcomer in this acting field but today I am feeling little uneasy. Is it because of Eric? Every time I turn back my head to look at him I find him staring at me. He looks adorable. He has casted some magic spell on me. Does he know black magic? I forget to walk. ‘Alisha, what’s wrong? You have to turn right.’ Ashutosh jolts me out of thoughts. ‘Eh.. sorry Ashu. Let’s do it once again.’ I say little mi

Part-1 “The first time you fall in love, it changes you forever. And no matter how hard you try, the feeling never goes away…” Sounds philosophical.. Isn’t it? But actually its not. Here goes the explaination… I, Alisha D’costa, 25 years old model and a social activist, doing well in my career and have achieved more than I ever hoped for. Yet there is a void in my life. I feel there is something missing. My closed ones say it’s the feeling of being loved by someone is what I miss. But I don’t really agree with them. Yes, I love watching romantic movies and reading romantic fiction, but I feel this whole concept of being in love and loved by someone like they portrait in movies and books is totally overrated and hyped. I feel this love thing is seriously not made for me. To be precise I think love is simply waste of time. Today, I am travelling to Goa from Delhi for a shoot of an international fragrance brand. It’s just two and half hour flight. Goa is well known for sun kissed bea