Rummaging through her handbag- Christian Dior from Hongkong or Singapore? she couldn't remember- she sighed as she spotted the transfers in side.
Transit transfers ,valid for 2 hours- until they rip you again for another ride to another intersection crowded with piles of snow, black ice and footprints.
"Someday", she thought to herself, "it shall not be transfers but sweet-everythings that shall crowd my handbag, and p'haps some short words of passion".
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Nice one!
"Someday", I often think to myself, "it shall not be sweet-everythings or, p'haps, any short words of passion, but transfers that shall crowd my handbag."
:-p
hahaha
toh abhi kya love letters se jeb bhari huyi hai?
jeb bhi, mailbox bhi, aur dil bhi :-)
:O
someday i'd like to hear your lovestory then.
hum is bhram mein the ki aapki kahani bas aap hi tak seemat thi :P
I've already put some of them in my blog - and put them under 'better ones' :-p ('Love?', 'Pallavi' and all the ones on the first page of blog now) B-)
:O aha !
fir bhi, kabhi puri sunana, it is different when heard from the beginning .
and with all the circles your blog goes in!
jab Toronto aaunga tab sunaaunga, everything from nursery :-p
either this time it won't be a circle, or this will be the last circle [-(
nursery?? ahaa ab humein isko sunne mein kaafi ruchi hai :P
chalo fir toronto mein pakka
last circle kyun?
tumhe nursery love stories zyada pasand hai kya? :-p
haan, pakka. jab tak main kahaani sunaaun, jitni baar bhookh lage, u'll sponsor B-)
'coz I don't have the 'thing' left in me for another circle after this one :-s. Well, pata nahin :-p
'sponsor'
hahaha :P
na nursery se shuru hone wali kahaniyaan jo budhape tak chalti hain-ideal ekta kapoor material too btw :P
I really did enjoy your page today. Good work Have a great week.
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