“So, do you believe in love?” Someone asked me once, and I replied, “ I feel, I am here, in this world, just to teach the world, “Love” and “The ritual of love making” , the essence of true love and how to create that sensational passionate Holy Kama Sutra……………………Poonaam Uppal.

It all started with my search for true love, which began not on the snowy beautiful peaks of Himalayas, which I originally belong to, as I call myself daughter of Himalaya. However, my search as planned by Gods, for a higher purpose, due to sudden shift in spirituality towards the west had started on dry land of Las Vegas. As of now, I am not sure when did my search for true love really begin? In adulthood, the realization or the search of my true love began in year1996, on my August trips to the ‘Magic’ fashion show at Las Vegas where I was reminded of my search… Although I am not aware, but strongly feel Las Vegas does have spiritual history. The whole west coast is vibrating with a divine energy and California, is the focal point, especially the city of Los Angeles, which is truly a land of “The lost angels”; it has a blessing of many Gurus.

Today is my last day at Las Vegas, and the final day of the Fall Magic Show which has become the largest, most comprehensive men’s apparel and accessory trade show. I know I am going to miss Las Vegas and its perpetual heartbeat, which never dies down. The snapping of shuffling cards, clicking of a roulette wheel, the clatter of tossed dice, the spinning of a slot machine, and a whispered prayer for 21—this is the doxology of Las Vegas. It’s a soundtrack that will haunt me until I return to Vegas and its music.

Excitement in casino floor is at its peak at this desert oasis. There were many dealers standing at those Black Jack tables, the tall gawky dealer whose nameplate read ‘Tim Destin, Florida’, had this look of a crazed loon out of a cage. He invited Goldy and in the next few minutes, the whole group was sitting at the table. I would have joined them too, but black jack was Latin to me. I moved far away from the table and tried to admire the lavish, Caesar’s Palace Casino, with its grand roman styling, massive columns, and sparkling fountains.

Pacing is everything in this seductive twenty four-hour city, Las Vegas. The lights are brighter, the colors are bolder and the bets are larger. As a matter of fact, everything is bigger, better and more extravagant in the Neon city. It is truly a city of excesses and over indulgence, nonetheless. I was too tired to indulge right now. I wished good night to Goldy and his friends and came out of the Casino. It was late and there weren’t many people waiting for the shuttle. However, Neon city stayed alive all night through.

Las Vegas is a strange land with peculiar vibration, every time, I traveled by shuttle, I felt déjà-vu that I have been here, when someone mentioned something, I felt that something similar had been spoken before, in this very spot. There was no way I could have been to Vegas before, as I was visiting the city for the first time, I was absorbed in my thoughts, when I heard someone calling my name loudly, I turned back, but there wasn’t any one. Once again, I heard a voice followed by a loud thunder “Moh, very soon, in 1997, you will be meeting your true love” However, I saw nobody around me. By now, I had grown accustomed to Mother Goddess, Maa Durga talking to me. Yet, this voice was unusual and very loud to be ignored, and it had come with a roaring thunder sound. I was wondering of all the places in the world, why I heard this forecast in the city of Las Vegas? There were very few people waiting for the shuttle but I had this strong urge to ask one them if they heard what I had heard, if not the voice at least the thunder, by this time, the shuttle had already arrived. As I stepped into the shuttle, the voice became more powerful and louder, “Moh, you will meet your true love in 1997”.

I reached my hotel room in a daze and gulped down two bottles of cold water. This broadcasting had shaken the life out of me. I kept thinking of the voice, which had subsided by now. Was this is the way; broadcasting was done in ancient times? Who could I share this strange occurrence with? I knew people might think I had gone absolutely, totally mentally deranged and berserk, I talked to myself “Oh my God. What’s happening to me?

This is a true love story of glamorous, stylish and fiercely ambitious Indian lass Moh Lal Rai who has only one cherished desire, aspiration on her mind to become an internationally acclaimed avant-garde Fashion designer. Destiny deceives Moh’s desires landing her in a sexless marriage in USA. During her fashion show at Las Vegas she experiences violent vibration followed by a thunderous broadcasting of her future “Soon in 1997 you will meet your “true eternal lover” on this earth…
Dragooned by powerful longing to meet her ancient lover she is now a solitary traveler of an abyss of unfathomable space and time where she is sent on a roller coaster ride to a bizarre realm of gonzo occurrences , happenings, visions, premonitions , déjà vous, divine visitation and startling revelation of her past birth and she involuntarily unravels the ancient most mystical secret of the extinct art of Kama Sutra and “Tantric Sex” once taught by Lord Shiva himself but now these cryptic writings are shrouded in the misty Himalayan valley. In a cruel game plan of higher she is compelled by a powerful goddess to become a Guru, a Love Messiah and give a prophetic message that “Art of love and love making must be learnt________ Kama sutra is the holiest of scripture and sacred most religion only through Kama Sutra human could reach Nirvana in this climaxing Black Age.
Did Moh united with her ancient lover? “How can erotica be a religion?
TO KNOW THE TRUTH READ A TRUE LOVE STORY FROM THE MYSTICAL LAND OF INDIA “A GOSPEL OF KAMA SUTRA”

(Screen) Name: PAM UPPAL

Jenna Galvan-Oliphant. A 16 year old girl with no love. After the certian inncodient 3 years ago her boyfriend Travis died. No one really speaks of his death from that point on. But his name haunts them all who has heard of his descendence. Jenna thought she could never love again. Travis use to love her and be there for her when she was depressed and thought she couldnt live any longer. Jenna’s family was torn apart. Her cousins did suicide. Her father is in Jail and her second cousin’s father is in Jail for Stagitory rape. Jenna had no love…Her mother was to busy supporting 3 children. In which Jenna was the second oldest. Travis was the one gleem of light that made Jenna feel like she actually mattered in this universe.

(Screen) Name: NadiaLove12

for this guy. God, I’ve known him for less than 3 months, and he was halfway across the world most of the time. I hung out with him for the first time alone today, we did exactly what I’d hoped. I had a feeling that we would chill, despite him saying he couldn’t. I took 20 minutes to text back once and he called me and said he was coming to pick me up. I got sexified and when I got in the car he was just like “DAMN you’re sexy as fuck” , something about my hair…thank you shiny serum lol. He started joking about how my sister said she had the best tits in the world, but he said I had the best legs. We rolled a doobie of some dank, watched the beautiful sunset. It was so orange and vivid and the clouds were in rows as the sun was setting around 7 pm, it was just gorgeous. “It’s for us,” 🙂 we smoked it on his balcony and I almost immediately felt high. It felt so good to have him standing so close to me, holding the roach for me, watching the sunset. Talking and smoking cigarettes. I called Karen while he took a shower and he came out with his big white robe on “What are you, Rocky Balboa?” and then we fucked. No, it was more like making love. It wasn’t just hot and sexy, it was just so much like…soul therapy, I don’t know. I needed it. I missed it. The quickie in his car didn’t suffice. This was sensual and deep and he worked it so good and he looked in my eyes. When I rode him he held my hands and entwined our fingers. I love when I lean into him and he wraps his hands so tight around my waist and pulls me as close as he can into him, and just hits it so deep. God damn, this boy. The sexiest noises come out of his mouth. Best I’ve ever had. He said the same. We held each other afterwards, “I haven’t slept with you in so long”. Tracing patterns on his skin, his arms wrapped around me, kissing my cheeks, my arms, my lips. I’m falling for him, I really am. I’m not even going to stop myself, it’s uncontrollable. We couldn’t take much longer before we got horny again, that’s when I rode him so well. So close to the O, but the way I moan and the way my pussy tightens, he thinks I did anyway. God knows I still love it. We smoked another cigarette, and he joked about being friends for a year and not having sex. I couldn’t do that, neither could he. He made me Persian food – same noodles as last time. We watched Friday and Face Off. I love when he randomly kisses me on the cheek, it makes me smile. The things he does are so boyfriend-material. I wish he could be mine. He makes me laugh, we laughed a lot tonight. When he was waiting outside for me to get him black tea for his lungs, the goodbye kiss was…something else. The best kiss i’ve ever had. Goodbye kisses are so slow and sweet, and a little bit sad. But so romantic. God, it was just so slow and sweet, I can’t describe it any better…it was so meaningful, he was talking to me with his lips, he was making love to me with his lips. I wish I could fall asleep in his arms.

(Screen) Name: SweetestEmotion