Today’s Morning I was thinking of updating my blog with a new exciting post but cautionly I checked my mail box, not for emails (coz not much people send me emails), indeed to check comments for my blog. There I saw three comments from a person who had putted his/her name as Well Wisher, but then I went for its emails coz my blog dont allow comments without email, but I was dodged there coz there I read my own email address. Well wisher, I dont know who is this person but he/she commented on three post, New blog look, , My First Urdu Post , ‘Love is when’.

In all these comments he/she made me realize that he or she knows me personally but it is very difficult for me to cop with the writing style (I didnt noticed anyone’s writing style yet) coz I deseperatly want to know who is this person.

Many people refer new things tentionally and intentionally, which is the ultimate source of our learning. Similarly Well Wisher putted this story in the comment for my post ‘Love is when’

Out of the mouths of children… A group of children, aged four through eight, were asked to answer the question: “What does love mean?” Some of the answers are amusing. Some are rather earthy. Others show a wisdom far beyond their years. Some of the answers were: Love is that first feeling you feel before all the bad stuff gets in the way. When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn’t bend over and paint her toe nails any more. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That’s love. When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You know that your name is safe in their mouth. Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other. Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your french fries without making them give you any of theirs. Love is when someone hurts you. And you get so mad but you don’t yell at them because you know it would hurt their feelings. Love is what makes you smile when you’re tired. Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is okay. Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My mommy and daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss. Love is what’s in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen. If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate. Love is hugging. Love is kissing. Love is saying no.  When you tell someone something bad about yourself and you’re scared they won’t love you any more. But then you get surprised because not only do they still love you, they love you even more. There are two kinds of love: Our love. God’s love. But God makes both kinds of them. Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it every day. Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well. During my piano recital, I was on a stage and scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was the only one doing that. I wasn’t scared anymore. My mommy loves me more than anybody. You don’t see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night. Love is when mommy gives daddy the best piece of chicken. Love is when mommy sees daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford. Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day. I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones. I let my big sister pick on me because my Mom says she only picks on me because she loves me. So I pick on my baby sister because I love her.  Love cards like Valentine’s cards say stuff on them that we’d like to say ourselves, but we wouldn’t be caught dead saying. When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you.  Love is when mommy sees daddy on the toilet and she doesn’t think it’s gross. You really shouldn’t say I love you unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget.

See how much I took this Well Wisher thing, so please no anonymouse comments.

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