He stood before her holding the card,
Slow and steady Tripti opened the invitation card,
Trying hard to digest her lover's name next to that of someone,
Tears gleamed when she saw those bold letters in graffiti,
It spelt Aryan weds Tripi.
A new beginning
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New life
Sunday, January 17, 2010
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A nice attempt.....
Like it.
:)
liked this 55 fiction ! also got reminded me of a poem i wrote on this theme .. and also i remember that my friend continued the poem writing that though the name was same, the surname wasnt ;) !!
Hmmm........ a coincidence.
Its been long since I wrote anything.... Gota cum with somthin hatke. I know this kinda topic is a common one. Almost every 10 blog we visit might hav this kinda storyline. In fact I'm, myself not satisfied wtih this fiction :)
ooo! nice 55'er
@hary thank u!!
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