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The Little Blue
Saturday, June 09, 2012
 
Loving a married man is the most harsh and painful love.
Wednesday, June 06, 2012
 
I Miss all the wrong people.
Thursday, May 10, 2012
 
Despite what I know or the logics that I live by. A persistent voice in me whispers every day : A balloon , a sparow, a free unshaped cloud, An unknown, un-named far far planet , A night An atom A ray and all other things in universe all are more happier than me its like all existence living on that "er" it makes me eager, gready and restless why I never accept happiness is now whatever it is
Thursday, March 15, 2012
 
The ghost from past sent me an sms wishing me well and praying for my fast recovery. I was surprised that he even bother to send a message. It was a formal one though. I have read it almost 10 times in last 3 days. I am pathetic or probably to weak emotionally. I keep hoping that he misses me and call me. I want to hear his voice, his concern and nice words. But I know that for every one sake I should leave dead to rest in their grave and the ghost to fade back in their ghostly worlds. So I pray to God to give me the strength and faith to hold my peace.
Saturday, February 25, 2012
 
The pain and mental torture shall pas. like the time before and before that and before that and.... I will hold my breath, live under a rock until these giant waves of sadness, disappointment, despair and betrayal pass. with all its heights and depth. It shall pass. I know.
Thursday, February 23, 2012
 
Although, I knew all the way. But one day you are sitting next to him drinking lemonade and realize that you are girlfriend to a married man. Nothing more, nothing less. You know? they all are same bread. They ask for more time. even after 3 years.
Let me tell you …it hurts like a hell. And you have to say, thank you, goodbye and move on. Reality sucks.
Sunday, February 19, 2012
 
I feel something will going to happen. I am waiting for it. I am hoping for it and living for it.
please tell me that you cant live without me. please come back to me. chose me, pick me.

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