CONTINUED FROM PREVIOUS POST… Eighteen months later…. I was beginning to like my work. It was a challenge sometimes. I had learnt to go beyond boundaries. The dreams which had eluded me once, were dawning as reality now. I had my taste of success and as they say nothing succeeds like success. I had developed a knack for solving my own problems. One day , I chanced by a couple who were seated in a corner of the quaint little coffee shop. I couldn’t believe my eyes…. Divya and Sandip…here of all places. I couldn’t help but confront them. Divya was warmer than ever before and Sandip… I knew he was feeling a bit coy..its so typical of him. But I was more than surprised when he asked me to join them. Though I didn’t refuse, they found me going after five minutes. I invited them for lunch on Sunday. It was a fine Sunday morning and my guests were sharp on time. Divya offered me help in the kitchen and I chose not to refuse. My books kept Sandip busy. She could read my mind and went on with h
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take care and keep writing..........
Metaphor is stunning.
why was she crying :) oooh so many questions come up.. just proves how good the article is .. makes you thing :)
Thank you !
@Ria,
:)
@Tulika,
Thanks ! Glad you liked it.
@Lil' Priya,
Not exactly. Its a kind of telepathy I guess.
@Mayz,
Thanks !
@Priya,
:)
@ DI,
Yeah,it does....
Pleased to see your comment.
@Sushobhan,
I tried flipping the passages as you said. Yes,it sounded well. Maybe I'll experiment with it sometime soon.
@VO,
Thanks !!!
@Simu,
Yeah,I meant it to be 'spooky'. Glad to see that you get what exactly I wanted to convey.