Buddha In Blue Jeans Novels & Stories

He was wearing blue denim with a khadi kurta. What was that?? Was he for real?? Who wears just plain jeans and a khadi kurta on his birthday???? I felt that either he was too plain or was from another planet. This man had some weird choice. I mean jeans and kurta on his birthday?? I felt as if I was overdressed considering him to be in jeans and kurta. He saw us and smiled instantly. But as soon as he saw me, it seemed to fade. My enthusiasm dampened. I felt as if I was not welcomed. I should not have come.

Mary hid her head so as not to see what was coming next when another person walked into the home. “Every experience, no matter how bad it seems, holds within it a blessing of some kind.” The person said as he walked towards Blake. “Friendship is the only cure for hatred, the only guarantee of peace.” Blake stopped his aura and looked at the young Boodist Monk who walked in. Blake had his divine senses on high alert and he still didn’t sense this person. “Welcome, I have seen the Dalai Lama,” Blake said and gave a half bow from the waist with his palms together with a smile.

Leesa was glad her own legs were bare. A guy in what seemed to be the standard BPD uniform of sport coat and T-shirt edged his way close to Leesa and Cali. His T-shirt was brown, adorned with a classic peace symbol. The guy was cute in a not cute sort of way, with thick black hair and big brown eyes. Leesa noticed a band of sweat glinting on his forehead. She wondered how hot the place would have to get before the BPD jackets came off. “Can I get you girls a drink?” he asked.

Navya's Point of view From yesterday itself I felt someone is watching me. I saw a man in a hospital canteen yesterday. He is wearing sky blue shirt with dark blue jeans. He is looking like a Greek god he's well muscular and more than 6.2feet tall. He is very handsome that I literally drool for him. He checked on me frequently but I didn't take it seriously guessing that it's not. Today at the bus I saw the same man he's dark blue shirt with white pant. If that pervert doesn't occur may be I given some extra importance to him. Today evening my friends Piya and Shalini come to me. We are always chatting nonstop. Especially Piya she is a chatter box.

On the other side on a bench, coming from the shade, near the gravel path that leads from the stairs to the Oldest Gothic Castle Recreation Park , a person throwing crumbs towards some pigeons around, on which he is a man of real jade silk pants , jade green kimono a white shirt unbuttoned at the top, on top of his head he wears a beret, soon Péngyǒu would have nightmares about that hat. The man was on the same bench every day that week, always reading the same book, about Buddha, something about his encounter with Mara, the principle of Buddhism, it's thick and seems exceedingly difficult, yet he had never spoken to her. until now. Péngyǒu watches him warily. - I don't talk to weirdos and s

In Mall: When we entered i saw most handsome man standing in front of me in a black ripped jeans and cargo green tshirt with black blazer with white snickers. How can someone look so handsome in casual dress. Stop seamlessly drooling him Tani. He's your enemy. My mind shouted at me. Ignoring him i walk ahead towards aunty and Boudi and hugged them. Aviraj's pov:

In an instant, she was very curious about who this handsome man was. Those in the industry all knew that the value of this jade Buddha statue was not ordinary, and it was not something that could be bought with money. It seemed that the relationship between the other party and Min Lan was definitely not ordinary. "Zixiao, your gift is too expensive!" Very few people knew that Min Lan believed in Buddhism, and she was obsessed with it. In the ancient castle in the city center, she had specially ordered people to create a Buddha hall. No matter how hard it was to work, she would hold on to it for an hour every day.

Matthew was out on deployment, and I was left with no one, only my thoughts and my burning rage for revenge. Buddha was the first to give me a hug. The rest of the team knew I needed time to sort through my thoughts, but there was nothing like a Buddha hug. Buddha, also known as Patrick Parsons, was a walking contradiction. He looked like the Rock with his bald bronze head, packed muscles, and tattoos cascading up his arms and all over his chest. He looked like a beast, but in reality, he was a gentle giant. Although his personality was soft. His artillery skills were one of the sharpest in the world. His knowledge for weapons and ammunition were out of this world.

The current Yang Xiao had become a great hero in their hearts. “Not at all. Not at all. I know very little about Buddhism martial arts in Sky Country, I only know a little about it!” Yang Xiao smiled. "Mr. Yang, what are you talking about? If your skills are weak, then I am afraid that I have no strength at all!" Right at this moment, several figures walked over from afar. These people were actually wearing monk robes. They were Buddhists. “Master Ku, you’re here too?” A senior exclaimed.

Bull. A fitted gray t-shirt molded to his torso and muscles shifted as he moved. Graceful. Efficient. For such a large man, he was quiet as a mouse and unimposing. His well-worn jeans hung low on his hips and she tilted her head, enjoying the way his butt filled the denim. He'd forgone the black baseball cap he usually wore. She studied the back of his bald head, wondering why he shaved it. Not that she minded. He rocked the look. "Do you need my help carting something or are you just watching me for the hell of it?"