The sunrise each morning gave me a hope. Those happy days would surely return one day after the brutal nights. The one who loved the tunes of the pleasant night, now had developed a hatred towards it. All his wishes now had an opposite effect. Everyone should have an experience of love. The experience of intense love. I Bhuvan Mangalore welcome you to my blog of a periodic love story. 'The Incomplete Soul' 1. I am a kind of person who is too shy to talk to girls. Even when with my friends I always preferred to be that silent pillar who enjoyed each joke that was cracked but never cracked one, who forced friends to tell about their crushes but never revealed about mine. I had destroyed half of my teenage just thinking what others would think about me. This is the worst feeling ever. I believe I wasn't the only one who carried such feeling with him/her instead there were herds of people. I preferred being alone. I mingled very less with boys of my age. To motivate my