On a silent lazy Saturday evening
As the sun was leaving from work
Night shift stars were getting ready
And I looked out of the dark window
An iron bench was there in the park
Her head resting on his shoulders
The cold evening was getting hotter
Passion was getting into it’s groove
Beyond the rules of right and wrong
Two souls seeing the reddened skies
And I pulled down the curtains then
This window always gives me stories
Because this window is of memories…
4 Year Old Adult 
this is such great blog!
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Those words mean a lot to me. Thanks buddy. Personally, I consider myself just another fish in the big pond of blogosphere. 🙂
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Lovely piece. —- Suzanne Joshi
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Thanks a lot 🙂
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Another beautiful writing from you! 🙂
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Some mental stirrings make me scribble. Glad to know that, it turned out well 🙂
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I like this one..a lot.. 🙂
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Keep this one and that one, as a late birthday gift 😉
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Oooooh.. Can I? :p
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Yeah, and we have better platforms to talk further about it 😉
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You should really write more often:)
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Just write? :p
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Nope.. you should find other creative outlets too..I am sure you can:P 🙂
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Hahahahaha, thanks blog-buddy :p
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Nice post.
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That complement means a lot to me. Thank you 🙂
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Hey! How are you? Long time no see!! Happy belated Diwali and bhai dooj take care😊
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Thanks a lot for your wishes, I wish you a life filled with brightness and splendor. Writing and Research are my two wives, later is getting more attention these days. 😉
Professional life has been on the right track, I hope it goes on. It feels nice to hear from you after a long time. Have a great Sunday. 🙂
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