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Yes. You still do.


You used to storm into my mind then. All my efforts to stay calm went in vain. You sent me into some other world. It took a while to regain my demeanor. I was too tongue-tied and you always seemed occupied.

Today when you rushed in, I was lost again. In my own thoughts. I thought of what could have happened if I had spoken. Or if you had noticed. You still make my heart flutter. And I behave the same way as I did years ago. It makes me feel young and incredibly foolish again.

Silence is still my favorite option.

P.S.: I wish this letter reaches you somehow. I want you to know that none of those things have changed over the years. Only I won’t send it to you.


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Fatima said…
If, it's meant to be received it will no matter what..won't it ??

Miracles do happen..if only we believe in them :)

Take Care

P.S: The letter had this rhythmic feel to it and it was pleasant to read it !
October 28, 2012 at 3:07 PM
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