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YOU.....

It was fate that I lost you.
But was it really necessary to do away with your memories as well ?

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WarmSunshine said…
ah... sets me thinking.
Arv said…
oh my...

like the Sunshine... am thinking too...

but hey.. the future is always bright, never forget that :)

take care,

cheers,
Arv.
Priya said…
Do I hav control over my memories...??

Nop...
Thousif Raza said…
deep but where r u? i updated my blog after a long time .. and yum where gayab :P

take care and keep writing.... :)
Tulika said…
ouch ! That hurts ! :(

Profound.
pri said…
sometimes, memories just make life go from bad to worse..
sometimes we have to let go!!
Anwesa said…
@Neeha,
Thanks !
Anwesa said…
@warmsunshine,
........
Anwesa said…
@Scribbling girl,
:)
Anwesa said…
@Arv,
hmmmm....but memories ! :sigh:
Anwesa said…
@Priya,
......difficult to answer.
Anwesa said…
@Tulika,
Good to see you :)
Anwesa said…
@redemption.....,
Yes,one has to live with it.

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