With a lot of expectation and joy she stood on the railway station for him....
Might be for the first glance of her sweetheart,
might be just for a smile from him,
might be just for a hug from him,
might be just for a feeling that there is atleast someone,
might be just to give that red rose to him,
might be to give that precious gift to him,
might be for the struggle to buy that for him,
might be for the enthusiasm ,
might be for the engross she had for him,
might be for all the dulcet ..
Finally its 12.00 noon ,she could feel the heat which she was not bothered of bcoz of the eagerness..
Between the crowd she could see a gentleman approaching her..
The other morning..she could hear the sound of birds, she could feel the fragrance of flowers..She could hear the sound of rain..but there was only one thing she can recollect of the past..''You are not my kind of person''..Unexpected revile.
Tears do accompany when i brood up things even if i feign of not being so..
Premgeeth.
Never Compare Love with looks......Its very precious...
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