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Friday, March 4, 2011

an sms story61






what to do with this pain? to live away a hollow life? or to opt out?
where are the options? is there any option? she was in front of the
computer, searching for ways out of the....she couldn't have him.ok.
but did he love her the way she did? how could he when he barely
knew her? perhaps he could've loved that female as well? and loved
her. its only that she had somebody and a solid hidden relationship.
so she preferred to spend her time having fun with Armaan.
if she wanted him, she would've got him too? it was her choice
all along. and  its only when she let know of her steady, Armaan
became active in pursuing Anna...more persuasive, more madly in love,..
'cause that female let him free,...instinctively saving the pride of his manhood...
like 'i have a better girl' in the offing? sort of more open....he didn't know
it himself..love has so many hidden by-ways, so many trap-doors
of pain....and Anna couldn't even say these things to him.
to have a good quarrel, thats the antidote, and she can't have that.
as Armaan refused to budge, Anna slipped into the quicksand
and had a terrible death each moment even as she looked wildly
for the easiest way out of her life sentence...poison..cyanide;poison..
snake-bite;poison..dhatura...aag ka dariya hai aur dubke jana hai...
it was not a song of separation..its true meaning revealed itself to Anna...
only too late...
         (to be contd.)

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