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It’s called a crush because you’re crushed by the weight of FEELING taking up room that oxygen is supposed to occupy inside you.
It seems like I’ve healed every few weeks or months or years. “You’re sounding a lot better since that one conversation of ours in the coffeeshop” says one friend. And I believe it because I want to. I must. Forgetting (somedays I call it self-deluding) is an integral survival skill….
Sometimes we are on the same train. I have a ‘subject-to-last-minute-change’ schedule. Maybe so does she. Is she a student? Or a working professional? She dresses like a teenager would, if she had the acquired sense of style that someone at least a decade older would have. Her face is…
Her monotone, drained of exasperation, drawled I can’t handle this anymore. I think we should stop talking. No more games. A week later, much tempted, she thought I didn’t say I wouldn’t call him though, did I? Then she sighed and reminded herself that word solitaire was a game too.
Excitement writ large on two faces Martinis. Classic. Smiling, he murmured How do I make it? Childlike glee turned cherubic disappointmentCharmed, he promised fairy godmother-like Don’t worry, I’ll find out! Wish I had a flowing gown to match that classy conical glass! I’d wish I was on a romantic date…
The Other Side Of The Table by Madhumita Mukherjee My rating: 5 of 5 stars If you’ve ever been a letter-writer, you will love this book. The story is told entirely through letters between two people. Letter-writing isn’t just a lot art, it’s a lost form of conversations. Time is the…
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