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YOU - 55 FICTION

It was easier to hate than love you.



I chose to love you.



It was easier to hold than set you free.



I chose to free you.



It was easier to pretend than be genuine.


I was genuine.



It was easier to forget than forgive you.


I  forgave you…..


And You and I turned "We".



P.S. : An impulsive desire to create happy endings. I had initially ended it as a tragedy. But then this happened.  

Wishing all my readers a Happy New Year ( Mahavishuva Sankranti ) !   

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Shilpa said…
Nice one but it somehow gave me a sad feeling :(
April 14, 2010 at 7:11 AM
Tulika said…
Beautiful!

The expression is awesome. Loved it. :)
April 14, 2010 at 3:13 PM
Rià said…
glad tht u turned it into a happy ending!!
April 14, 2010 at 3:20 PM
Thousif Raza said…
a very happy new year ahead mehek... have plenty of fun :)

as always its genuine and its awesome... simple yet superb :)

take care and keep writing...............
April 15, 2010 at 3:03 PM
rainboy said…
Wow yaar...dil khush ho gaya...
mast :)
thank you... this made me smile.

take care :)
April 16, 2010 at 2:58 AM
Bikram said…
Nice one .. Wish I had the guts and the qualities to do all that .. Free someone, Love someone , forgive someone .....

But you wrote beautiful...
April 16, 2010 at 7:27 PM
Aditi..............:) said…
really nice one :) happy endings are good :)
April 17, 2010 at 9:58 AM
Vinay Leo R. said…
yeah, happy endings are good. this flowed eloquently anwe..
April 17, 2010 at 10:39 PM
Shilpa said…
Hey...There is an award for you at my blog :)
April 18, 2010 at 8:55 AM
Anwesa said…
@Jogi,
thanks!!!
May 7, 2010 at 7:44 PM
Anwesa said…
@AD,
thanks!!!
May 7, 2010 at 7:44 PM
Anwesa said…
@CL,
thank you!!!!
May 7, 2010 at 7:45 PM
Anwesa said…
@Shilpa,
Maybe coz anyone has to work (a lot) to make a relationship successful.
May 7, 2010 at 7:46 PM
Anwesa said…
@Tulika,
thanks!!!!
May 7, 2010 at 7:46 PM
Anwesa said…
@Ria,
:)
Yeah :)

Thanks!!
May 7, 2010 at 7:46 PM
Anwesa said…
@Simu,
:) Thanks!!!!
May 7, 2010 at 7:47 PM
Anwesa said…
@Thousif,
thanks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
May 7, 2010 at 7:55 PM
Anwesa said…
@rainboy,
thanks!!!!!
May 7, 2010 at 8:10 PM
Anwesa said…
@Bikram,
:)
thanks!!!
May 7, 2010 at 8:11 PM
Anwesa said…
@Aditi,
thanks!!!
May 7, 2010 at 8:11 PM
Anwesa said…
@Leo,
thanks!! :)
May 7, 2010 at 8:12 PM
Anwesa said…
@Manjari.
thanks!!!
May 7, 2010 at 8:12 PM
Anwesa said…
@Shilpa,
sorry but cudn't see where I was awarded.
May 9, 2010 at 9:03 PM
redemption ain't dat easy said…
and i did all this for an unkempt promise
September 13, 2010 at 11:49 PM
Anwesa said…
@redemption.....,

:)
September 15, 2010 at 11:51 PM
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