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SHE AND HE

Pre-note : I wrote this post under heavy influence of a Bollywood movie called "London-Paris-New York".
I am not to be blamed if this post bores/kills/frustrates you.


No one reads but I still write.

Really?

Don’t “really” me. You just won’t understand.

What? That even though you try to act smart, you are, basically, a fool.

Sorry?

You should be!  You just don’t understand?  Why do I have to be so direct to you? Don’t you know how I feel?

About?

See! You know. But again, you act as if you don’t.

I don’t act. I really don’t.

I am tired.

So am I.


How did you know that I was a fool?

A fool never misses noticing another one.

Stupid!

Just like you.

As if I have a choice!


A still from LPNY (Courtesy : Google)



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