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It's a Sunday today. I think, if I visit the coffee house in the evening, I may be able to spot you. "He wonders, why do I insist on going to the coffee house. How do I tell him why." This is what your sms read. "Who do you love more?"I committed this stupid mistake of asking you again. Now I realise how your love has made me capable of jealousy. You wrote back, the screen of my mobile phone getting lit like a thunder sky. "I have only loved once. I cannot fall in love again." Ah. I remember closing my eyes, and leaning backwards, in relief perhaps. But the fact is that you are not with me.
Sometimes, when there is no one around, I open my cupboard, and take out that old, worn-out shirt. You had washed it once, with your hands. More than the detergent, it smells of the moisturiser you'ld put on your hands.
I would like to think that you use the washing machine now.
7 comments:
dear rahul
its wonderful how you can manage to empty your heart in such a personal manner....i particularly liked the last line...keep it up
har baar tumhari baaton par
barbas ye mun poochta hai...
jab saheja hai meri yaadon ko yun,
...kash mujhe bhi yuhin sahej liya hota
Hi R,
Where have you gone?
Silence can be really niosy at times!
:)
With each work of yrs that I read I am becoming a bigger fan of yrs... I like the line, yr love has made me capable of jealousy and the line but the fact is u are not with me... u are rocking man... but more than that i wud like to know the man inside who can come out with such beautiful writing...
beautiful how u put ur feelings in words. and i really liked the last lines and also "ur not with me".
I am in love with your writing style. :)
Simple, subtle yet deep and direct! Is it the same shirt u mentioned in A Story in Continuum.. I feel that this article and that story.. are linked somewhere .. am I correct?
i like u v.much,sir.
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