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.
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"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.
I love it!
very nice narration. one got to stoke down the lanes of memory after reading this
loved it. so much said in such little words!
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