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Wednesday, February 23, 2011

an sms story44





sleep..sleep..sleep
not the sleep that she had sought
for years..to forget her loss at least for the night,
to get rid of the blinding migraine building inside the
brain...popping some painkillers n sleeping pills...
sleep came like sleep should.smoothing the lines of her
 forehead..putting a light smile at the corners of her lips..
sleep hugged her like an old friend..after many years...
and Anna dreamt of Armaan...
her heart slept like a patch of golden rice field that lay
beneath the sun....gleaming...waiting to be reaped as the speeding trains
ran by along the tracks.. n it flirted with the soft winds..shew...shh..shew..shew
shhh...umm..Armaan came and held her hand in a tight grip, like that day on the platform
..he was on the train, she was on the platform,the train began to move slowly,Anna gave him her right
hand to hold and got afraid as the train took speed and shouted,'let go, please!'..Armaan was caressing her shoulders, saying sweet nothings and hot tears welled in Anna's eyes..she woke up n found herself crying.
the mobile...


1.30a.m.....


Armaan:HEY CUTIE SMARTY
ANGREJAN ANN..I
WAS ONLY PULLING
UR LEG YAAR!
CUMMON WAKE UP
NOW! 2MOROS
SUNDAY, LETS
PARTY! HAHA...ARMAA
BABA NEVER
CHANGES. NEVER BE*
some text missing*



Anna closed the inbox n started typing a message...
when she hit the 'send' button she found that the network
connection was not working. she tried n tried. failed.
and she was not sure whether she would retain the guts
of typing the messages in the morning or not...words that she
had wanted to say for a long time and  to Armaan only..now was
the moment n how it betrays!
                              (to be contd.)

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