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.
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give urself a small pleasure every few hours, it could be a delicacy, a call to ur friend, a cup of tea,a hug to ur mother, a day dreaming session or whatever u like .... but while u make progress to the bigger goals in ur life u can't afford to be unhappy on the way ... keep smiling :)