CONTINUED FROM PREVIOUS POST… Eighteen months later…. I was beginning to like my work. It was a challenge sometimes. I had learnt to go beyond boundaries. The dreams which had eluded me once, were dawning as reality now. I had my taste of success and as they say nothing succeeds like success. I had developed a knack for solving my own problems. One day , I chanced by a couple who were seated in a corner of the quaint little coffee shop. I couldn’t believe my eyes…. Divya and Sandip…here of all places. I couldn’t help but confront them. Divya was warmer than ever before and Sandip… I knew he was feeling a bit coy..its so typical of him. But I was more than surprised when he asked me to join them. Though I didn’t refuse, they found me going after five minutes. I invited them for lunch on Sunday. It was a fine Sunday morning and my guests were sharp on time. Divya offered me help in the kitchen and I chose not to refuse. My books kept Sandip busy. She could read my mind and went on with h
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I so Loved it..!!
Great work.
its been a long time that i'vent read you...but i wish this new year i will read you more often..!!!
By the way wonderful post...loved it..its different..!!!
Happy new year friend..!!!
Happy new Year :)...
urs..hemu..
take care and keep writing.....
Happy New Year!
felt the same reading this..but emotions r different.
somewer it tells me to keep the past, the experienced, the lessons always with me.
yes,it is...
thanks for coming here :)
thanks!!
i too missed you!! i hope we see more of each other now onwards...
happy new year!!
thanks!!!
thanks dear!!!
thanks!!!
a happy new year to you too!!!
thanks!!!!!
happy new year to you too!!!
yes,it is..
thanks for your sweet comment!
innocent ? how?
sometimes life has no choices to offer...
thanks!! and happy new year to you too!!
thanks!!!
its not revenge I hinted at,I guess its moving on...
Yes,experience is (an expensive) teacher.
:)
"You" is past personified.
:)
thanks!!!