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Time And Again

Memories. That’s all we have in the end. Sweet and sour. Just memories that hold us to the past and makes us to move on. A single instant can evoke a lot of memories in us. Each day, each hour, each minute, each second leaves a memory.

Krishna Priya was gazing at her own photos in album. She looked very petite and horrible. She laughed hysterically at herself. Its actually fun to laugh at oneself. She suddenly felt sorry for her. Pity for the ugly child in yellow skirt and green blouse. Urged by a feeling she looked at the fat and round figure which has evolved from the thin fragile child in the picture.She felt relieved that her husband has never seen that nightmarish look of hers. He would have fainted for sure.

I Am What I Am!

I am just an ordinary girl.

I am down when i lose

And I envy others when they win

I throw tantrums and i may cry

And often; I back bite.

To Know A Little More

Smile. Handshake. Embrace.

There are reasons to love.
Feelings that lie beneath;
Craving for concern;
Shock by the betrayal;
And one moment that takes everything away. 

Found Inside a Clutching Fist

"I am bored" she said, with stress on each word that clearly showed that she was bored.

"That is because you don't engage yourself. You just sit and think and do nothing else. Anyone will be bored in this case". He was buttoning his shirt. She maintained a lying posture in the bed and kept looking at him.She watched his fingers carefully at his fingers that moved so fast. ' Who must have invented the buttons?' She thought.

"Do one thing... try applying for some job. Then you wont be bored" His hands now busy tucking the shirt. "But i 'll get bored with the job very last time.. I want to do something very interesting..."