4 years

Welcome Back to me 😉

Yeah, 4 years passed and yesterday was EC birthday(4th). Happy Belated Birthday EnglishChats. I couldn’t come for the birthday, sorry about that. I do miss you. I wish EC last long and the ECians are together as a family no matter where we are 🙂

HAPPY BIRTHDAY AGAIN !!

p/s : Congrats for all the winners 😉

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A Love of Literature

A love of literature does exist in everyone.
It is clear that not everybody could have a systematic study of Literature, but the buty of good poetry can be felt by ordinary people.
english Literature is indeed full of great names who have tried to teach us and help us understand.
Amongst other great names in English language and literature which would perhaps be prudent to refrain from mentioning for this article is not intended to reflect on that particular subject,some like Mr. Charls Dickens are well loved by all generations and it seems that this great literary figure of 19th century shall not be easily forgot.

It would be a great pleasure for me to write about the buty of literature and I will try my best to discuss greatest novels and lovely poems of English literature.
I shall be indeed so happy to see your coments!

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Alone together

Holding it between your hands

The battery is full

The WiFi is working well

Your index finger moves from here

to there, scrolling up

scrolling down

You hold it… like a baby

You love it… like a lady

***

The world is running

And you are here

Still and idle

Texting… chatting… tweeting

There is a heart waiting for you

There is a soul needing you

There is LIFE… calling you

outside there!

***

Have you tried to have a look?

Open the window

Open the door

Open your heart like a shore

Afraid to face it

Or afraid to leave it

You’re hiding behind your avatar

And crying behind your smile

**

We’ve become alone together

Sitting in the same room

Breathing the same air

We are physically here

But not emotionally

In solitude, looking wistfully to each other

Wondering if we already have a life…

What are we doing online?!

***

Blackmatta/Blue

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The Last Message

It hit her like an icy breeze, like a slap in her face that took her breath away. Her eyes immediately filled up, and her heart was beating wildly. She could barely move or utter a word. It was a completely unexpected, unbearable shock. All she could do on the spot was breathe deeply and pray for composure. While she shared the room with two of her sisters, and at the time she was spoken to, she was fully absent-minded, unmistakably broken-hearted, and quite unable to believe what had happened. Trying to keep her tears at bay did not help lick her wounds, but rather it further poured salt on them. She had always maintained to hide her very deep emotions of sadness and despair at the sight of anyone belonging to the circle of her family, more particularly. She was mighty successful at it, either. This time, however, was so very hard for her to bear. Her strange quietness, brief answers as well as the unusual impression of loss you get after one glance at her, revealed a lot about how sad and sorrowful was her soul. She knew she was deliberately finding flaw with everything about herself and finding very little to celebrate. She was feeling far from being alive, and her self-belief was at an all-time low. Not having a work to engross herself in, and not having someone to listen or even notice her pain added even more chagrin and melancholy to her soft, broken heart. Going to bed, therefore, was her sole relief. Nothing could fully get her cries but the stillness of night. She, then, could freely be herself. She never needed to fight the urge to cry nor was she obliged to unwillingly keep faking her smiles. She could simply be unveiled from her daily, tiresome acting. “It wasn’t a dream, it was life in its cruelest phase”, she repeatedly murmured to herself. It was incredibly agonizing. She often suffered from a physical pain in her heart, which began with the thought of having to go. Leaving was her one track mind since that very day. Three years passed and none of her wounds got fully healed. However, she learned to cope with her hurts, to accept the fact that not everybody would necessarily possess a caring, innocent heart like hers, and to definitely never ever expect anything from anyone ever existed on earth.

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Love

Once there was a girl. She was studying at college and she fell in love with a handsome boy who was studying with her but she didn’t tell her friends about it. They felt it and decided to speak to the boy, the boy didn’t say anything and pretended as if he knew nothing. But girl didn’t stop loving him and was jealous whenever she saw him with others. She was doing a course in biology because she always wanted to get admission in some medical university. One day when she was coming after her class to her house it rained heavily, “rain! In January! ” she wondered. Her clothes were wet, rain was dripping from her clothes like running water. She arrived home and when she was putting out her clothes the phone rang. “oh it’s him!!. No it can’t be him! I can’t believe my eyes!”, she got excited. Yes! she answered. “it’s me, Baxti” I want to tell…… I love you and I think you love me too, let’s Go out, please! take one minute to think and answer, “he said. The girl was not able to speak and cried because her dreams were coming true, Yes, I agree, somehow she answered. Ok, I will phone later my love, said, the boy and put the phone down. “My love! My love! he called me his lover” the girl smiled. They met in class next day. The teacher was explaining lessons but two lovers were staring at each other without listening to teacher like Romeo and Juliet. The girl loved him so much that she called her friends BAXTI by mistake. They met everyday, they hugged and when they kissed, these lovers felt as if they were flying in the sky, were happy together, spoke over the phone all nights. But one day Girl felt that the boy wasn’t preparing enough for entering Medical university and girl thought that she was guilty for it. “He is on the phone with me every day, we go out, visit parks hence he has no time, Oh! I must split up with him, he should enter university, should study instead of being with me!” she thought. The boy called at night and girl didn’t answer. He tried about fifty times, sent messages. At the end girl answered. “Are you ok, where are you? Busy? Sleeping? Say a word , please”

“No, I’m ok.not sleeping. ”
-why you didn’t answer ?
-I didn’t want.I don’t love you anymore.
-what ? Are you joking? It’s not funny. Please don’t say bad things.
-it’s not joke.I hate you and I never loved. Just I played with you and now I don’t need you.
-no no no, it can’t be so. I love you so much my dear. Don’t make me cry. I can’t live without you. You are my life, my world, my breath, my everything, you know it very well my love!
-no it’s just puppy love. I love another boy and going out with him.
-ok. if it’s true we should meet and say these words looking into my eye, we should speak face to face.
– no I won’t.
-I don’t believe, then. You can’t meet with me because you still love me and you don’t have another boy.
-no you are wrong, don’t call me again. Find another girlfriend, you are good boy and any girl may love you.
-I don’t need girl except you. Why are you doing this to me? Have I made any mistake? Made you sad? I can’t love another, my heart is single and it’s only yours…..boy cried.
-Don’t cry for me please. I am not worth for your tears. I’m bad girl, bad., bad girl. BYE. ..
-No no don’t put the phone please ..said boy still crying.
The girl was crying hard too. “I’m sorry my love. I had to do it. You should study and you need time. If you are with me, you can’t do these things” girl said to herself after cutting the line. They both cried all night. Girl changed her number. Boy got tired of calling girl.

After a year they passed the entrance exam to get admission to medical university. To their happiness they both got into same university and were in one group. The girl was happy seeing her ex boyfriend achieved his aim and girl was still loving him. Her love was stronger than before. But boy hated her for the things she had done in the past. The boy didn’t know that the girl had wanted to help him and pretended as if she hadn’t loved.

“This cruel girl broke my heart, my feelings, my love. I won’t forgive her. I hate her”, the boy said angrily. The boy didn’t say a word to her even not a ‘Hello’ and found another girlfriend in same group and just wanted to make his ex girlfriend jealous. As he expected, his ex was angry, sad, jealous with it and she cried every day and couldn’t put up seeing her ex with another girl. She wanted to explain the things that she had done in the past and she was going to save her love.. But she couldn’t. Because the boy didn’t want to listen and said “it’s your another lie.”
The girl didn’t say a word after that but she still loved him and thought him every minute, in every breath, cried for him when she saw him with another girl. . .. ..

Yes! it’s my life, that girl is me. I still love that boy but I smile when I see him as if I have forgotten about him. Yes! Yes!. I’m smiling but inside I’m dying. I feel like burning when I see him with girls. it’s sooo hard to be together in one group when your hearts are far away. But on the other side, if he is happy with his girlfriend, I’m happy, too… I want him to be happy. It doesn’t matter where or with whom he is living, he is smiling that’s enough for me. Because I do love him more than of anyone can ever do. When I think the days we were together, I cry and want that to happen again. My love will never die. Since he is my first love will be last too. It’s true that a person has one heart and one true love , too.
I still love you my dear and cry for you.
If I’m born again, I will choose you again without thinking.If you can, come back to me again. ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

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my dreams

Hi everyone. I’m new to this chat and I don’t know how to start. I wanna write about my dreams. My dream is travelling around the world. Because there are a lot of beautiful countries those are worth to see. I sometimes think if we don’t enjoy living why we need to live, people born and die, we don’t know how long we live, but we can make it more interesting and funny. Life is very precious. Some people die at early age still they do a lot of things, achieve their aims, do their best. But some people live very long without doing anything , nobody knows them. So I’m afraid of living as an invisible. If I travel I can make new friends. It will be so interesting, we can chat, travel , hang out, share funny stories and discuss our problems together if they like. To make these dreams come true I must learn English perfectly. So I joined this chat. I think it will help me and I can make friends. I’m not good at English. I’m beginner. If there are many mistakes, I hope you will help to change it.

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