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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Beautifully put.
a nice post though ...
we all wish we cud read the mind of the person w love
At least the situation's rosy overall - it might just change for the better :) (or so it seems to me...)
take care and keep writing.............
What you wrote is closer to reality...nice one :)
Thanks !!
yes...it is.
or should I say, communication gap ?
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yeah,wishes....mirages...
Hope so :)
I think many stories end like this..only if they had started it...alas !
Thanks for being here !
Reflections do not talk ; they just reflect our thoughts :)
Thanks dear !!!!
i ve some real lyf experiences like dis
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life !
Glad to see you here :)
loving your posts... keep writing...
you rock
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