Nobody understood her relationship with words. While she was smiling, a part of her was crying. She was happy when she was sad and she was sad when she was happy. The meanings ceased to exist in her life. Most of the times, she changed the meanings of the words, played and sometimes mocked with life through her words. That was the life. That was her life-with pure joy.
What else was there to do?
Sunday, March 11, 2007
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Great post. I just loved it...
Thanks Stran...
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