A NOTE.UNANSWERED.

Dear You,

It has been long since we met. I lost those pink slippers you had gifted me . I could not find more of them. Get me those when you come.

Did I say I missed you ? You were supposed to come over, right ? Did you forget ? Or changed your mind ? Or is it something else ?

I got your flowers on time. Come over as soon as you can. Bring some warm clothes as well. I guess its on the upper shelf of your wardrobe. And please don’t make a mess if you can’t find it.

I shall be waiting for you. Maybe we’ll plan something.

Yours,

Me.

Comments

Me said…

:)

All your posts are sweet surprises.

December 11, 2011 at 12:31 AM

Thousif Raza said…

sweet innocent lovely :)

Take care and keep writing........

December 12, 2011 at 1:16 PM

Rià said…

So innocent and beautifully done.

December 12, 2011 at 5:59 PM

Nidz said…

enjoyed the write up

December 18, 2011 at 12:31 PM

Phoenix said…

I found tears running down my face... i dont know why... maybe i saw a bit of me here...a bit of me that has lost iself in the sands of time...

January 3, 2012 at 3:57 PM

MRS DESPATCHER(PART II)

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