Hi..
Same old id, same old person, that’s what must have gone through your mind.....
Nevertheless I just want to thank you for being associated with me for the better part of my life, you must feel what better part, but ask me,,,
The time we spent while walking back from school....
The time we spent waiting and then sometimes walking back from Mr. Arvind’d tuition...
The time we spent talking in your balcony at house no. 82, at timarpur....
The book (maths) you allowed me to borrow before my class tenth examination.....
The small chit chats we had in the house no H 292, at patparganj,
The visit to the mandir be it at maha rani bagh or at Ramakrishna app.
Be it the eternal wait for your replies...
Be it the wait to catch your first glimpse at timarpur....
Be it cycling around your house, in the evening , to just catch a glimpse of a person called .......
Be it gathering courage to propose you for the first time...
Be it waiting eagerly for your Jiya Jale performance, or still better the first thought that appears on hearing the song is you....
Searching for a white maruti 800 whose reg. No has the digits x,x,x,x
Same goes for a wagon r with the digit xxxx, or a steel grey swift.....
Associating st. Xaviers with you......
Getting excited still to see a lingya;s bus, or to hear about Infosys...
I love it how every conversation i have with my friends ends with you,
I love it when its 28 november,,,,
I still love it to end my day by having a look at your pic....
What more I love the way you are, love the way I spent the golden days of my life and these few pointers just being a part of the book I may write on you.....
I just loved liking you, caring for you, missing you.... I just love the name .........
But I got what you always wanted.....
I loose you win......
Bbye , do something good in your life, which I believe you would,,,,,
P.S. I love everything that at least brings you closer to me.......
