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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.
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Tulika said…
True.

Beautifully put.
June 21, 2010 at 9:11 AM
Vinz said…
a normal thing...
June 21, 2010 at 10:41 AM
Rià said…
hmm...misunderstandings!!
June 21, 2010 at 10:52 AM
Bikram said…
COme on give them a JOLT tel them they need to speak out or miss an oppurtunity here..

a nice post though ...
June 21, 2010 at 5:33 PM
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
June 21, 2010 at 7:02 PM
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...)
June 22, 2010 at 12:23 AM
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.............
June 22, 2010 at 3:25 PM
Destiny's child... said…
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 :)
June 23, 2010 at 5:08 PM
Phoenix said…
need i say its beautiful?or do u know that already?
June 23, 2010 at 8:00 PM
Anwesa said…
@Tulika,
Thanks !!
June 28, 2010 at 11:35 PM
Anwesa said…
@Vinz,
yes...it is.
June 28, 2010 at 11:35 PM
Anwesa said…
@Ria,
or should I say, communication gap ?
June 28, 2010 at 11:36 PM
Anwesa said…
@Nikita,
Thanks !!
June 28, 2010 at 11:36 PM
Anwesa said…
@Bikramjit,

:) Thanks !!
June 28, 2010 at 11:37 PM
Anwesa said…
@Lil' Priya,
yeah,wishes....mirages...
June 28, 2010 at 11:38 PM
Anwesa said…
@Anubhavb,
Hope so :)
June 28, 2010 at 11:38 PM
Anwesa said…
@Thousif,
I think many stories end like this..only if they had started it...alas !

Thanks for being here !
June 28, 2010 at 11:39 PM
Anwesa said…
@Destiny's child,
Reflections do not talk ; they just reflect our thoughts :)
June 28, 2010 at 11:41 PM
Anwesa said…
@Phoenix,
Thanks dear !!!!
June 28, 2010 at 11:41 PM
Unknown said…
ya!!!
i ve some real lyf experiences like dis
July 4, 2010 at 7:36 PM
Anwesa said…
@Kanha,
:)

life !
July 4, 2010 at 9:23 PM
Neethu said…
ah! happens....
July 27, 2010 at 4:43 PM
Anwesa said…
@Neethu,
Glad to see you here :)
August 1, 2010 at 5:32 PM
redemption ain't dat easy said…
heartbreaking as usual told by you...

loving your posts... keep writing...

you rock
September 14, 2010 at 8:03 PM
Anwesa said…
@redemption.....,
Thanks !
September 15, 2010 at 11:41 PM
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