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FICTION SERIES : HE AND SHE



She : What do you like the most about me ?
He : The speed at which you slurp your icecream bowl, your anxiety while running errands, your nervousness when there is a lot to do  and most of all, this wide eyed look which you are giving me right now.
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PULKIT said…
an amazingly cute write up!
loved it to the core of my heart...
January 8, 2011 at 3:03 AM
joejoseph said…
hahaha

your innocence and childish look

thanx ur posting

hopefully
January 8, 2011 at 9:32 PM
Rià said…
ha ha so cute. :)
January 8, 2011 at 10:04 PM
ice,water,vapour said…
hehehe...innocence at its best :)
January 9, 2011 at 12:14 AM
Lady Whispers said…
cute :-) I just wrote a he and she fiction and i see this here i go awww :-)
January 9, 2011 at 12:48 AM
جمال السيد said…
well charged, humorous and expressive.
January 12, 2011 at 8:38 PM
Anwesa said…
@Scribbling Girl,
Yes, I read yours too. Awesome post.
January 15, 2011 at 12:40 AM
Anwesa said…
@The reader from Yemen,
Thanks !
January 15, 2011 at 12:41 AM
Brajmohan Kumar said…
I liked the way you finished the conversation :))
January 16, 2011 at 4:59 PM
Anwesa said…
@brajmohan,
Thanks !
January 18, 2011 at 11:49 PM
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