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Wednesday, March 29, 2006
The Zahir
The zahir is something which once ouched or seen can never be forgotten and which gradually so fills our senses that we are driven to madness("The Zahir",Paulo Coelho)...and my Zahir was u.
There was a time wen I could hav done anything for u.My love was like a delicate lilly..which u crushed so ruthlessly.Love cannot survive on its own it requires care.Without tht it withers aways like a dead plant.Its over now n know wat I dont hav any regrets....I feel so free now :)
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Blogger Vikash said...

True love is like ghosts which everybody talks abt and few have seen.  

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