While waiting, my hand picked up his paper and found another truth! HE WAS NOT THE ONE!
I saw him, I called out to him as I waved my hands. He smiled widely and ran towards me when something really horrible happened.
Events happening at a small scale which, when combined, can become something grand and beautiful, especially when Meraki is involved.
Amidst the bright, twinkling stars that reminds me of your gracious beam, the warmth of the cozy blanket makes feel your presence I sit and reread the last letter that I wrote for you.
Swapnil was getting closer to him and they both spend time together: reading novels; going for movie; and chatting on social networking sites.
Though it wasn’t too late but the street was quite and dark. I could hear something in that dark silence, I could hear someone sob.
He loves when it rains, he would often go to the balcony to gaze at that melodious drops falling slowly, be by his side when he stares at them, and hold his hand firmly.
The books i brought with me, i thought of not wasting my time with idle window staring and get some reading done, but as you know me, thats what i did, the window staring.
It was the night before your birthday. I was making one last attempt at making you understand the depth of my love. I wrote songs and poems in your ode.