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THE NEW, THE OLD AND LIFE

In a new city. New place. New people. New things to do. 
Missing the old city. The known lanes. The loved ones. The memories. 
Still.....a wish to go on. Newer cities, newer people, newer thoughts. 
And the desire to go back from where it all started.


 I shall go back to you,
No matter how far you are,
No matter how lost I am,
No matter how tired we are.

Comments

Prateek Sur said…
Jab wapas jaaogi tab jaaogi till then enjoy the new city!!
headacheandtension.blogspot.com
Thats really nice.
You're both optimistic about the new place and promise to go back to the old.
:)
Shreya said…
It was a nice read, liked this post. :)
Have a look at my blog if you like, here is the link:

http://www.iredeem.blogspot.com/
Arv said…
Until then, enjoy the new place :)
Thousif Raza said…
seems like u r making a lot of memories in the new place :)... and s where we started is always good :)

take care and keep writing........
Rià said…
Love thoughts dear..and hope u r doin well. Dont see on fb these days.
Suruchi said…
all the best-may u get the best of both worlds..er...both cities:-)

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