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Saturday, December 19, 2009

FICTION 55 no. 4

As he sat there, drops of tear fell from his eyes. He whispered sorry and said “please, please forgive me darling” again and again.

He apologized for all that she had gone through: loneliness, depression, trauma, poverty.

He again came forward and requested her to come back. But she didn’t reply,

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for graves don’t speak.

18 comments:

  1. hii Urvashi

    ya! indeed sad :(

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  2. regret is perhaps worse than death..

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  3. hmm...a sad but beautifully written story...did u notice i am writing all cliched comments...kya karein...i am not getting the right words to express my admiration towards this style of writing.

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  4. hii G3

    hehe! thanks dear..any type of comment from ur side is oki :)

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  5. You already know, what i want to say? :)

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  6. You are getting better and better with these pachpan fixon!
    :D

    write sumthing humorous now// bahut hua rona dhona!

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  7. hii Abhinav :D

    hehehe! thankxx!
    ya, sure..I'll try my best :)

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  8. In the beginning i felt as if it was like any other love post but the last line made all the difference.

    Keep it up!!!

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  9. hii Shas

    thanks a lot!!

    keep coming :)

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  10. hii Gauri

    welcome to my blog :)

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  11. sad, but usually happens all the time:)

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  12. hii Antarman

    ya, right

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