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SHE AND HE


It’s a different breeze when you are seventeen. There is only music, laughter and heartbeats to hear. He was just the same. Tall,dark and handsome. All that a giddy girl wanted. But he wanted only and only her. She was his “best friend”. Her kohl rimmed eyes enticed him. Her long,black hair seemed an abyss to him- where he could get lost forever.




One rainy night, she came to him – crying. Her "love" had ditched her. He was gleefully happy but disguised his expressions. A friend was what she needed, he explained. She looked into his eyes, confidingly. He assured her –no words were exchanged- eloquence paid off.



Six weeks passed. It rained again. She came again. With tears. The "old love" had apologized. She wanted to be back with him. Again. He was crestfallen. Yet he veiled his feelings. Once again.



Only if she had noticed the innumerable broken pieces of his heart strewn all over !

Comments

rainboy said…
I like the new background.
But post...I would say is ok.

tc
Thousif Raza said…
I love the new template... :)... and the story has a essence and emotions which i have seen before but felt fresh here... keep it up :)

take care and keep writing........
RiĂ  said…
nice brakd new template!!but why a sad story again! Time for some happy posts please.
Tulika said…
The template is awesome! :)
Abhishek Behera said…
awesome template :)

i wish the story hadn't ended that way :(
Dhanya said…
Sad :( Falling for committed people is a no-no, but not unavoidable I guess :|
Booklover said…
hey Anwesha! I want to invite you to take a look at Bookreviews

Would love to know what you think!
Hemanth Potluri said…
it was a sad ending :(..like the new template sis...

urs..hemu..
Anwesa said…
@Rainboy,
:)

about the post....okay,will try something better sometime..
Anwesa said…
@Thousif,
thanks!! your words really keep me going!
Anwesa said…
@Ria,
:)
thanks! hope some happy posts are on their way :)
Anwesa said…
@Tulika,
Thanks for the compliment! Yes,a sad post.
Anwesa said…
@Simu,
:)

Good to see you here..
Anwesa said…
@Dhanya,
yes,sadly.
Anwesa said…
@Booklover,
couldnt visit the link..maybe there are glitches.
Anwesa said…
@Hemu,
thanks for being here :)
Anwesa said…
@Jogi,
thank you !!
Neethu said…
:) nice
gud template too
Anwesa said…
@Neethu,
Thanks dear !
Anwesa said…
@redemption....,
One man's fiction...another's reality.

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