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| August 10th, 2008le prix d’amour, c’est seulement amour… il faut aimer si l’on veut etre aime
How true is that? The price of love is only love!
To be very frank, it actually is ignorance, it is hypocrisy, it is disappointment, it is insult, it is pretension. In all senses it is unfair. But so is life! Yet we LOVE our LIFE.
Love .. to laugh about later. And you will find me laughing .. at myself! Laughing at the fact that I have been 3rd time lucky.
I was on a drive, perhaps to office. As always Bro was driving. On the opposite side of the road, just before the Traffic Signal at the crossing I see her walking towards India Gate Circle. Black dress exactly the same she wore on one of our last meetings**.
I ask Bro to park the car. I get of and start walking towards. Weird smile on her face. I ask her where she is going. Then I ask if I can accompany her. We start walking.
We are at India Gate. There is a huge crowd gathered there. Some kind of a fair. Suddenly I can not find her anywhere around. I rush in the crowd and start searching. But she is nowhere to be found. Then I hear some laughter. I walk to a crowd gathered together and laughing. I peek inside and I find her laughing.
**Meetings: I abide not calling em Dates. Cuz she never dared to accept it as one.
It wouldn’t be My Dream if it had to mean something. Neither I’d put it here to make any sense.
This is my Blog! This is my View! .. This is my Vision! .. This is my SAFE HEAVEN! I live in here and RANT! .. I RANT and I DIE! What do you gotta do about it?
@Whatever-turned-Ranting-Dimwit
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