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Farewell to P.S. Stories...

This Valentine's Day Jeanie has no Date , she is single - not by Chance but by Choice.


Things were blurred last year . It seems now she has come to a different plane as she is able to see everything from a different prospective.


She is sad . She does not understand why it happens that past memories are always bitter in her life? Today she has shed all pseudo images from her mind . She has shed all old memories. Why should she be " Too Sweet" if she has to shed tears later on for her sweetness ? 


Let her be harsh and rude and Strong - 
Let her wear Spurious Shield -
Let no tempestuous wind or storm fling her -
Let her be a Rock and not flowing River.


Jeanie has no regrets of past . She knows God moves in a mysterious way and everything happens for a purpose. Good that people came in her life and taught her lessons of life and showed World's Ways.. Yes she was too naive. She enjoyed being too innocent but now let The Tyger replace the Lamb ... Each Time has its own significant qualities. But still the change is not radical... she loves everyone's goodness.  


Its morning 1 am. Its raining - not outside ... Have anyone ever seen rainbow in Night? One could see at Jeanie 's face the colorful rainbow of blended emotions. It is Resurrection. A New Birth. So why does she need old stories and old ways? 
Farewell to P.S. Stories!


A peaceful sleep follows !
Without nightmares!


(Its 7 in the morning)


  Bonjour Jeanie !
  Rise and Shine        :)

Comments

well Jeanie was my favorite and i will miss her for sure.. Hope she will come back more strongly then before..

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