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sirf apko aur muje pata hai:D
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**On a cold Sunday morning, he was solemnly leaning against the grey wall, mindlessly tapping his feet to the melancholic tune of colorless raindrops falling on the window sill of his unusually dingy room. His head was slightly bent downwards engrossed in disturbing thoughts and he had wrapped his arms around himself as if he was hugging his own body in a child-like manner. His eyes were holding a bizarre despondency and an emptiness which was insanely deep and insane. A kind of emptiness that can seep through out inner most beings and make us feel pertinaciously guilty or ruthlessly shattered for some unknown reasons. It was a strange day for him. He was awkwardly quiet like the sound of deafening silence and truly sad like the cry of an inconsolable grief. He was in love for the first time. How, why and when did he fall in love was still an enigma to him. If he knew the answers before, he might not have landed in this world of doe-skin fantasies, comely promises, and naive attractions. Well, he did not regret bending to his knees for someone since he has always quoted to his friends,
“It is better to be loved and lost than never to be loved at all,” **
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oye lifey - why dnt i know? 
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because aise hi ALLAH ne tumhian bhejna thaa:)
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u will know:p
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yaa may be u r right ....but ........
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good 
ill b on in a minute
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even i have not seen you for a long time 
the
cafe misses me 
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kis ne kaha? :-|
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i thot i heard a cat say it :D
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gulabo boli? 
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or maybe 
bubz said it
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how are you both ??
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fine and mast:)
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and flooding 
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dekthe hain some peeplaan are coming to eat lunch with me so i will get busy:)