an sms story32

Armaan:Jhuki najron se
ikrar mat
karna, najre uthakar
inkar mat
karna, raat bhar
tadapte hai kisi ki
yaad me isiliye
dusro se kehte hai
ki pyar mat karna.....



Anahita reached home and sat on the verandah.7p.m. the lights were off. she sat
in the darkness and re-read the messages. she has, after a long wait, got
back 'her' Armaan...but how! the white roses continued to spread their
scent as she decided to go with it....the soft petals of flowers,  the cardamom n cinnamon
trees...the allspice leaves, all trembled, and whispered,..come what may....


Armaan:
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            -(         ''>
             --,--,-
           1 ta chilo idur.
r nei, bas 1 tai
chilo..(winking smiley)


Anna:Hey, i am listening
 to enrique, yaar!
 Dont have time for
 ur 'silly messages.
 Ha ha


Armaan:AGAIN SILLY? JA
KATTI...


Armaan:why could Pamela
Anderson never
become a school teacher?
Bcoz everytime she
moved to write
Something on a
board, d words got
rubbed....(two winking smileys close together)HA HA


Anna:A friendly and
timely advice: U
should immediately
see a shrink.


Armaan:UFF..AGAIN ANGREJI.
WAT DA HELL IS
SHRINK NOW?


Anna:Psychiatrist.


Armaan:TUNE MUJHE  PAGAL
KAHA?

Anna:Ke bolechhe
pagolra shrinker
kachhe jai.
Adolescentra jai, to
get out of their 's'
obsessions.


Armaan:THANX FOR THE NEW
ADDITIONS. PAGOL,
ADOLOSCENT, FULL
OF OBSESSIONS.
KEEP IT UP DEAR. I
AM HIGHLY OBLIGED,
MY LADYSHIP!


Armaan;O HO I JUST NOTICED
'S'. THANX A LOT
YAAR.


Armaan:THIS IS WAT U GET
FOR MAKING OTHERS
LAUGH. THANX ANN.
               (to be contd.)