Wednesday, December 22, 2010

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A crisp autumn morning. A leafy Delhi road. A slight nip in the air. A kick of caffeine in the veins. An old melody on the radio. A memory of losses and lessons learnt. A replay of yesterday’s argument. A tug at the heartstrings. A stab of guilt. A desire to hold on. A number dialed. An apology offered. A consolation accepted. A left turn. A journey’s end. A feeling of peace. A bliss of love restored.

4 comments:

Sucharita Sarkar said...

"A replay of yesterday’s argument. A tug at the heartstrings. A stab of guilt. A desire to hold on. A number dialed. An apology offered. A consolation accepted."

Nobody could have put this better.
This is the story of my relationship, replayed over and over again.

Not that I would have it any diffrently.

teahouse said...

I love it!

Pradip Biswas said...

very nice narration. one got to stoke down the lanes of memory after reading this

chandni said...

loved it. so much said in such little words!