A love story like no other. As soon as the phone rang at 12 am, I felt my pulse pounding inside my chest. I picked up the phone and waited to hear him say my name. It was the most beautiful sound in the world. He asked me to call him back in two minutes. When I did, he began with his questions. Kaise ho aap? He asked softly. Aise mat bolo, I protested. Aap mujhe miss kiya? Haan, of course kiya, I replied. Kyun? Mujh mein kya khaas hai? Ro mat.

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Seventh Date with the 90s! A River Runs Through It. Kaveri Gupta, on the basis of. They had both said together when Arjun had finished helping her put away her suitcases beneath the berths and had plonked himself on the seat in front of hers. When are you leaving for Lucknow? Arjun remarked with a frown. And then he shook his head once before he smiled at her.

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,. Or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,. In secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms. But carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;. Thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,. Risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

White Moon Chalked in the Inky Sky. Musings in the silence of the night. He looked out the window of the bus, allowing the ungentle wind to wipe over his face. Drawing in a deep breath, he watched a chain of streetlights, a few roadside vendors and houses that lined the roads, pass him in a blur. Leaning further towards the window he. Weighed down by sadness, he slouched in his seat and threw his head back. The cool metal of the rod touched his nape and he closed his eyes.

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There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you. Read your latest update on unforgettable. It was very touching as usual. I am glad Arnav had th.