Archive for March, 2014

Blues

Categories: Fiction
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Sipping a cup of coffee, she sits by the window pane. Flipping a few pages of her diary and she looks down upon some words. Tears rolled down from her eyes when his thoughts engulfs her mind and she longed to hear his voice . *Yawn* oh its morning means another day to live by. She checked her phone ‘Damn’ its 8.45, I have to wake him up, or else he’ll be late. Two phone rings gone, common Babu PICK UP. Her third call was answered by a sleepy voice “UUU”, Wake up babu otherwise you will be late, wake up you have your class “uuuu” was d answer. Around 9.30 her phone buzzed again “M going”. Meanwhile the girl Read more