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Memories of shiny roads wet afresh from mid-monsoon showers are yet to die in my mind.
My eyes, still contained sleep, and I peeped out into the world, drops of rain slipping down the windshield, and found you right beside me, driving into a wild infinity. That was all I could ask from my life. I slid down the windows. Cold wind brushed past my hair. Ah! Must be morning! What time is it? When are we pulling up for breakfast?

~Oh! There is so much love, what do we do with it!~














9 comments:

  1. ur prose is getting better n better...

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  2. i think itz time for me to take classes from you... :)

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  3. ummm nice! :)

    do wish there was a lil bit more to it ....

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  4. @ gypsy
    o reely!

    @ anirudh
    knew u wud

    @ xh
    c'mon :D

    @ pri
    it's called an Excerpt ;)

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  5. reminds me of kafka. if you are wondering what to do with all that love, give me the surplus. i wouldn't mind :)

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