Run with me in my perpetual haste. Meander with me in my devious course. Wander with me in my desperate search. Slalom with me through my discordant vacillation. Wade with me through my hopeless misery. Sink with me in my unrequited love. Spin with me in my eddying emotion. Cruise with me through my youthful fantasy. Flow with me in my surging spontaneity. Swim with me in my divine euphony. Float with me in my phantasmal heaven. Whirl with me in my fragile bubble. Fly with me as I escape reality

Monday, May 30, 2005

The vice called "Love"...

Kiran held the worn, yellow piece of paper in his hand. He could not believe what he saw. He read it again…

Dear Priya,

It pains me to be the bearer of this knowledge. Being your best friend, I feel morally bound to bring this to your notice. I could not get myself to speak these words to you, hence this letter.

Yesterday I saw Kiran in a compromising pose in the cinema hall with a girl I have never seen before. They were gone before I could confront them.

Stay strong. This will also pass…


All the memories came rushing back. This explained the unanswered phone calls and the sudden disappearance of Priya from his life. She had blindly believed her friend.

He was trying to digest the implications of this letter, when his wife, Anu, entered the room with his morning coffee. When she saw the letter in his hand, she froze, all she thought was, “What a fool I am to have retained that letter as a symbol of my triumph?!”
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