''What did you saw in him?'' Her bestfriend asked.
''He tried to proofread my story insted of editing it.'' She replied with a smile.

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Just keep one thing in your mind a number and some imbecilic judgemental stares don't conclude your intilligence...

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His poems are like warm tea on a rainy day...

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This afternoon she found a photograph which was taken with her. She recalled its memory...

They were too small in that picture, maybe in kindergarten.

Her soft pink fingers interlocked into her's.

It was impresa of unity...

Unity which was fostering amity...

It took her to a walk down memory lane

After some time she found herself looking at an oval shaped mirror.
It was reflecting her gloomy aura.

A photographic memory was enough to diffuse tsunami of tears in her eyes.

The saline fluid once again tore her apart...

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Unique is always misunderstood with oddness...

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He's the sun and I'm those vermilion strokes which were left behind in the plain sky.

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Her soul is like clouded
moonful light and twinkling sky.

It is scattered by those bright tiny looking starts yet they say its inky dark.

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