Red-green-yellow. Lights. Lights off. Silence. The night and owl stories. Lust. Loneliness. He called up. Late in the night and remained silent until he could sleep. She listened to his silence and the monster who wanted to drink blood, not rain. He was not in love. He was honest enough to tell her. She was happy to read him, blindly. The script was being written. She read many... many more.... At times, she prayed to be saved. At times, she got tangled. Then he held her hand, showed her love... She searched for keys. Hastily. Gasping. Pressing. Backspace. DEL. Esc.
... coz Believing is Experiencing !
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My fav line from this " tumhare chuhne se mujhe kuch nahin hota" he he he ..
But u have to see "Paris hilton NEW BFF " show from which this is copied.
in that Paris is a real dumb blonde