A real note to true friends.
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The Bond | The Scribbled Writings
The traditional South Indian story about the beginning of an unbroken bond.
Rekindling to pick the note again!
Rekindling the strum to pick the note again!
The Last Dance
He had this craving for her and he confronted it in his last dance. His last dance!
“You gave me strength, a new HOPE!”,he said holding my palms.
“You gave me strength, a new HOPE!”,he said as he held my palms.
..Are you in love? asked my cupid-struck heart. “Yes, I’m
…Are you in love? asked my cupid-struck heart. “Yes, I’m.
“And what makes you write?”, he asked. “Well-wishers!”, I smiled at him.
“And what makes you write?”, he asked. “Well-wishers!”, I smiled at him.
The painful fate of the “Enter” Key | Humor story
He whammed the Enter key, ensuring freedom for the poor soul.
“Capture me now, for I’ll be gone forever”, she said.
Shiny night wrapped with a million stars, Scouting around for a picture in the mars. My fingers yearned for some breath-taking clicks, I guess the emotions stuck her like cupid piercing bricks.
Music | My forever companion
How I start off from my work place every evening and unwind myself
“It’s time for me to go”, she cried.
Listen to her advice for his son as she cried
“It’s time for me to go”
The Rain!
And that day it rained.. The bushes rustled, With the mighty winds, They danced and whistled, As the raindrops drizzled, The aura was electrifying, With thunderstorms clamoring, The kids played merrily, With the slushy waters, The environment became lush, Quenching the thirst of the barren, Green was the colour, And that day it rained!
