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A blog long forgotten to be posted.... 12Aug 2004

Today is a special day. It has been pretty hard for me to decide whether I want to put this piece on the blog. This piece will be to me, what waterloo was to napoleon, stalingrad to hitler, what 9/11 is to Bush. Life is not so sweet, otherwise i would be diabetic. Nothing much moves. The times have passed and this is one piece that has bound me together. I do not know the truth, neither do I care.

Last night, finally, my patience ran out. Three months and I had not dialled her number. I did it. I don't know why I did it, but I did it. I had to. Her voice was the same as ever. Late at night and she was like the morning dew on the green grass. Concern in her voice, made me go vroom-vroom. why does my heart have to do those acrobatics when I am talking to her?

She had been calling me ever since I gave up calling her and she had been pretty consistent. I was like, remembering her, when I needed her, for me and my selfish reasons. So I called her, big deal. I told her that I had not been feeling well, these days.

She was excited. So is the novel or is it that you are in love?

Was she teasing me or was she trying to incite me? I had not time enough to decide. I still decided to be angry about it. Does it matter, was what I asked.

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