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Sunday, February 6, 2011

an sms story17



Next day:

she went to the shopping mall n bought a black n white
cotton shirt...chic n trendy...and a blue-yellow scarf  to go with it.
at home, she spent the  whole day taking care of her skin.applied
mud pack on her dry skin............

and she tried to escape from her mind.the day was very long.very.




Next day:



she went to office.wearing the shirt.making some heads turn.
colleagues commented upon every aspect of  the combination of
the shirt n jeans.successful.she felt  young.looked soooo self-reliant!
radiating a grace which is the privilege of a thirty+ woman.



she was returning.crowded train.she had not been able to secure a seat.
when you stand,you connect  headphone to your mobile n listen to songs.
to get by the ordeal of one-hour journey as she smelled the hot female
sweat.rang de basanti,basanti,rang de basanti...she needed some real noisy,
catchy songs to get rid of the silence of her brain.....hips dont lie..as Shakira
gyrated before her closed eyes, she tapped her feet with the rhythm.she tried
to imagine she was some Iranian woman.her shirt was much like the ones worn
by modern Irani women.....


a message came....


Armaan:A quote which
means a lot if u
understand it.....
"Be with someone
 who knows what
they have when
they have you"...



Anna:didn't understand a thing.mathar
 opor diye chole gelo!


some minutes passed ....she began to
doubt whether she did it right to
answer back.perhaps he didn't expect
 an answer.it was just an advice from
 someone who feels sorry for a fool?....


Armaan:SMS doesn't only
mean
'S'hort
'M'essaging
'S'ervice
but it also means
'S'pecial
'M'oment
'S'haring
with
'S'omeone
'M'ost
'S'pecial
Like U..(smiling smiley)
           (to be contd.)













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