There was not a single day, when I saw you pass by with the umbrella over your head, the summers went so did the winters, I sat in this coffee shop, each time I thought of taking a breather…each time I thought of escaping those dull errands with which I would otherwise keep myself occupied…it was hard to believe but yes, it was strange again, that malicious gulps of coffee became less amorous than the sight of that imperfect and stooping image of yours.Then came spring, the birds spoke their mind, so did I…
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- Shreya Chatterjee
- Kolkata, India
- A writer by profession and a poet at will
- Blog at : http://wanderer-onestep.blogspot.com/
- http://wizardmeetsvagabond.blogspot.com/
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