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SHE AND HE


Reflection : Do you really love him ?

She (reluctantly) : Yes, I do.

Reflection : Tell him.

She (sadly) : He’s too good for me. He doesn’t.

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Reflection : You like her ?

He : Like ? I love her !

Reflection : Why don’t you tell her ?

He ( laughs it away ) : She’s too good for me. She doesn’t.

Comments

Tulika said…
True.

Beautifully put.
Vinz said…
a normal thing...
Rià said…
hmm...misunderstandings!!
Bikram said…
COme on give them a JOLT tel them they need to speak out or miss an oppurtunity here..

a nice post though ...
Priya Joyce said…
common confusion tat exists in the hearts of two lovers :P
we all wish we cud read the mind of the person w love
Anonymous said…
Hmm... nice 55-fiction.

At least the situation's rosy overall - it might just change for the better :) (or so it seems to me...)
Thousif Raza said…
do you think most of the love stories end this way.... the fear of foraying into a land...a land of happiness we want to dwelll, but fear, cause of the reason to lose... we sacrifice... and yet we live... in sacrifice :)


take care and keep writing.............
Hmm...why doesn't the reflection tell the guy...'Man, she said the same thing to me...she loves you..go tell her!'
What you wrote is closer to reality...nice one :)
Phoenix said…
need i say its beautiful?or do u know that already?
Anwesa said…
@Tulika,
Thanks !!
Anwesa said…
@Vinz,
yes...it is.
Anwesa said…
@Ria,
or should I say, communication gap ?
Anwesa said…
@Nikita,
Thanks !!
Anwesa said…
@Bikramjit,

:) Thanks !!
Anwesa said…
@Lil' Priya,
yeah,wishes....mirages...
Anwesa said…
@Anubhavb,
Hope so :)
Anwesa said…
@Thousif,
I think many stories end like this..only if they had started it...alas !

Thanks for being here !
Anwesa said…
@Destiny's child,
Reflections do not talk ; they just reflect our thoughts :)
Anwesa said…
@Phoenix,
Thanks dear !!!!
Unknown said…
ya!!!
i ve some real lyf experiences like dis
Anwesa said…
@Kanha,
:)

life !
Neethu said…
ah! happens....
Anwesa said…
@Neethu,
Glad to see you here :)
heartbreaking as usual told by you...

loving your posts... keep writing...

you rock
Anwesa said…
@redemption.....,
Thanks !

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