Friday, March 19, 2010

The Treasured letter.

from the diaries of Tanvi:

It was a Sunday and he came all the way to give me a piece of paper.
It read -


Lets not call this anything, lets not give this a name. These moves are very different, it seems to be different game. Just a day before everything was crisp and clear but just a close and open of eye and it seems blurred. Fogged by my own thoughts/conclusions or should I say expectations on the people around me and the situations that are yet to be. What are you to me? At times I feel you close and at times you are nobody. But what ever it is I admit that I like it. May be because of the lack of responsibilities or obligations between each other. Hmph! What a careless thought! May be it is not what I said, may be coz it is maintenance free and anytime ready. Lets see as time flies by, what would happen to "we".


I don't know why I still treasure it!